Out of the courtyard, just walked a few steps, before I came to the front yard, I saw in front of the smoke, two bald heads wearing monk's robes and full of flesh rushed over with torches, and shouted loudly while running: "Set fire, kill people, burn this bird temple clean!"

Cheng Jun listened, he didn't feel so annoyed, but he was angry and funny, walked over and raised the knife in his hand, cut over one, and the other didn't raise the knife before Cheng Jun kicked it over, and asked, "Who ordered the fire?"

The monk said in a trembling voice, "We...... 2. The ...... of the master"

Cheng Jun said in his heart: "Second master, is that kid's buddy?" and asked, "What is he doing?"

The monk said, "He...... He was fighting with a little bald donkey. He ordered us to set fires...... Distract him from his ......" Before the words fell, Cheng Jun kicked him in the temple and died.

Cheng Jun was secretly annoyed in his heart, and said in his heart: It's not enough to kill a few monks, but he still has to burn the temple. I'm going to live in this temple of ten thousand horses, and if I burn a roof, how many days will it take to rebuild it?

All the way forward, I saw that some courtyards have been set on fire, but because of the lack of fire, there are not a few places that really burn up, and the fierce monks in pairs and threes throw torches, if they lead the wooden beams, they will burn the fire, add an extra place of smoke and dust, and if they touch the stone foundation and other things that cannot be burned, they will be extinguished.

Whenever Cheng Jun saw a flame, he couldn't help but release a water bloom technique, leading the next heavenly water down to extinguish the flame. Fortunately, the flames were all led by wood, and it didn't take much effort to see the water extinguished, Cheng Jun went all the way, with raging flames in front of him, but only green smoke curled behind him, and a stream of water vapor mixed with the smell of burnt.

As for seeing the fierce monk along the way, Cheng Jun didn't ask any more, slashed and killed all the way, blood splashed, and he didn't stay, and everywhere he went, it was like a wisp of blood smoke, paving a shocking red road.

At first, he would turn sideways to avoid the splattering of blood, and then he soon did not dodge, allowing the blood stains to stain his clothes with blood, looking like a bloody man from a distance. As for how many kills along the way, he didn't bother to calculate, and those who could run around at this time were all enemies.

Even so, Cheng Jun's expression was still as calm as before, neither became gloomy, nor was he excited by blood, in this sense, he no longer had many emotions. Killing someone, or doing something else, made no difference to him. It's been a long time since he's killed so many people, many years ago, or many years later, he was bloodthirsty and murderous, and even if he didn't have a grudge, he would have been stimulated by blood to kill. Later, his cultivation became higher and higher, he could do whatever he wanted, but he gradually faded for killing, and when he cultivated to the extreme, he naturally walked up on the blood of countless people's bones, but for blood and killing, he gradually had a peaceful state of mind.

Talking and laughing and killing people is like that. It is not to kill people as a joke, but to kill people, to talk and laugh, to be sad, to be numb, and not to affect the heart. There is nothing but the heart of the path.

The desire to kill and destroy in the past dissipated, not because he forcibly suppressed it with self-control, but because he was abandoned by his Dao heart, even if Cheng Jun himself wanted to get it back now.

I walked all the way to the front and came to a clearing, but I saw that there was no smoke and fire here, only a small circle of people leaning against the wall. Cheng Jun took a closer look, and saw several fierce monks holding ring knives around a few monks, shouting loudly from time to time, obviously guarding the prisoners. The monks were not very old, and they sat on the ground shivering. Cheng Jun recognized it as a monk from Wanma Temple, and when he counted it, there were only six, all of whom were the youngest in the temple, and some were just small novices. Secret Dao: This may be all the remaining monks of Wanma Temple.

Several warrior monks were guarding themselves, and suddenly one of them saw Cheng Jun and shouted, "Hey, how can there be a monk?" and two other warrior monks with big swords pulled up and shouted: "That little bald donkey, roll over and squat down, otherwise I will tell you to see your old monk." ”

Cheng Jun didn't bother to talk to them, and threw a fireball in one hand, only to hear two screams, and the two of them had already rolled into two flames. Cheng Jun stepped forward and cut down the remaining stupefied warrior monks and liberated a few monks.

The monks recognized Cheng Jun, were overjoyed, and said, "Uncle Taishi." ”

Cheng Jun nodded and said, "Why are there only a few of you here, are there any living people?"

One of the monks said, "Uncle Qiyu, there are only a few of us left in the monastery, oh, and there is no forbearance - he is fighting a lame evil monk over there." The others were gone, and the master, uncle, elders, and so many brothers and sisters all killed them. He said with a sad and indignant look.

Cheng Jun said: "You guys find a hidden place to hide, I'll take a look." ”

The monk was obviously more bold than the others, struggled to stand up, and said, "Uncle Taishi, I'll lead the way." ”

The monk led Cheng Jun all the way to the east, through several corridors, past several Buddhist halls, couldn't help frowning, and said, "Uncle Shi, this is not good." I just saw them fighting on this side, why are they gone? Maybe they're going that way, let's take a look. ”

After walking a little further, I had already reached the bottom of the pagoda, and there was a sound of wind and chaos, which was the sound of fighting. The monk heard the wind whistling, but there was no one in sight, his eyes wandered, and he said, "It must be here." ”

Cheng Jun stared at him and said, "On it." ”

Looking up, I saw a person wearing a monk's robe sitting cross-legged on the eaves of the pagoda, his hands folded, chanting words in his mouth, flying in the air with a Zen staff, fighting with a flying sword, it was empty forbearance.

The owner of the flying sword did not stand on the tower, but sat in the open space in front of the tower, holding the sword trick in his hand, and a water life flying sword rolled in the air like waves, glowing with soft blue light, and the sword moves were endless.

Cheng Jun saw that the little monk was safe and sound, and he was not in a hurry to step forward, but only watched the battle below. I saw that although the two were only fighting with magic weapons in the air, the battle was very fierce, the two sides had obviously been fighting for a long time, and the magic weapons were entangled with each other, and they no longer released spells to each other, but used force to collide, almost to the point of hand-to-hand combat.

He watched coldly, and could see that the little monk's cultivation was still above the master of the flying sword, and the Zen staff was also powerful and powerful, and it was more powerful, but after all, he had shallow experience in fighting, and the Zen staff only knew that he was one by one according to the tricks, and there was a lack of changes. His opponent has far more experience than him, and although there are not many spells attached to the flying sword, it is flexible, the sword moves are sharp and ruthless, and the flying sword is also proficient, so it is not inferior.

Cheng Jun crossed his arms and watched below, and at this time, the two of them were fighting equally, each of them was engrossed, and he didn't pay attention to the situation outside. It would have been very easy for him to intervene and slash the man to death with a sword while he had neglected. But when he saw this, he remembered something, and instead of moving forward, he suddenly leaped upwards and landed on the pagoda.

He flew up like this, and he didn't hide his figure, and the person below naturally saw it. However, that person's mind was on the flying sword, and he had no time to care, but he panicked in his heart, revealing some flaws, and was pressed down by the Zen staff.

The little monk sat together, indifferent to external objects, and he didn't even notice Cheng Jun when he came up to him. Cheng Jun saw that he was empty-minded and focused to such an extent, he didn't know whether to praise or scold, of course it was a good thing to be empty-minded, and his strength would increase greatly, but in the field, if he couldn't watch and listen to all directions, he would be attacked by someone, and he would die in vain.

Standing behind him, seeing that the little monk was only concentrating on the Zen staff, and his true qi was all on the magic weapon, he couldn't help but shake his head, added a little true qi, and said slowly: "The battle of Buddha cultivation is not like this. ”

The little monk trembled, pricked up his ears, and said that he heard it, Cheng Jun said: "Buddhism does not need to be ever-changing, it only needs to keep the original heart, thousands of scriptures, and all kinds of thoughts, not to hurt the enemy, but to bless itself." Master has passed on several sutras to you, both for cultivation and for fighting, why don't you use them?"

Buddhist monks are indeed inferior to Daomen in terms of fighting methods, but Cheng Jun would rather face Taoist monks than fight Buddhist monks. Because the Taoist monks have a hundred methods, Cheng Jun has one hundred and one, and he will only be more sharp and wonderful than him, but the Buddhist cultivators do not seek to attack the enemy, but seek to defend themselves, and before the fight starts, he sits on the ground, and all kinds of scriptures are constantly recited, countless states of wish power are added, and the body is ten times stronger and one hundred times, and the whole person is like a turtle shell, and there is no place to put his mouth at all.

Moreover, Buddhism also has all kinds of scripture spells for killing, and the blessing of its own magic weapons is a hundred times sharper, and it is oppressed by this power, so that you can't use all kinds of means. Not to mention the extremely difficult to defend against control magic techniques such as the lion's roar, fighting with Buddha cultivation is basically looking for guilt.

Cheng Jun has not dealt with many Buddhist cultivators, but there is a big Buddhist cultivator in the Tiantai War, which has given him a lot of hardship, so he is quite familiar with the nasty fighting style of Buddhism, although he is in Taoism, he is much more thorough than ordinary Buddhist monks.

The little monk was extremely talented, and when he got to it, he put his hands together, his lips moved slightly, and he saw that the Buddha's light was getting stronger and stronger, and the whole person was shrouded in a layer of golden light, although the scriptures kept rolling between her mouths, the Zen staff seemed to be stimulated, and the wind became louder and louder, suddenly, the little monk opened his eyes, and the golden light in his eyes skyrocketed, and shouted: "Duh!"

The Zen staff dragged out a golden light several feet long, and smashed it down with rumbling power, only to hear a crisp click, and the blue flying sword was actually hit by the Zen staff on the head and broken into two.

The Zen staff smashed the flying sword, castrated unabated, and smashed it at the man's head, the man shouted "Ouch!" and got up to run, but he couldn't run the Zen staff, and was smashed on the heavenly spirit cover, with a muffled sound, and his head fell to the ground like a smashed watermelon.

When the little monk saw it, his eyes closed slightly, and he said silently: "Buddha Mito." After slowly reciting a mantra of the past life, he opened his eyes and beckoned to recall the Zen staff.

Cheng Jun also nodded slightly when he saw him realize his surname like this.

The little monk accepted the Zen staff, stood up, and said respectfully: "Thank you Uncle for your advice." After speaking, he showed a wry smile and said, "Uncle Shi, Wanma Temple is finished." ”

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