Hatred is a very magical thing, it seems to be innate with the flesh and blood, once the seeds of hatred take root and sprout, it will continue endlessly, even if it is dead, hatred will not dissipate, but with the continuation of life, passed on to the next generation.

However, hatred does not disappear, but it does shift by human will.

For example, when the object of hatred is at a height that you can't reach anyway, the desperate avenger has to choose between giving up revenge and lowering the bar.

Most of the time, people's hearts will subtly choose the latter, which is not an ostrich mentality, but a reality of helplessness.

Five years ago, the new emperor ascended the throne, the rebel forces in the north and south rose, the family was ready to move, and the world was in turmoil.

However, when the rivers and lakes were silent, there was a person who stood up and did something that shocked the world, that is, the new abbot of Northern Shaolin, Master Lingwu, who led the Northern and Southern Shaolin and clearly came under the command of Jinyiwei.

Originally, this kind of thing was just two sentences at most, you like to kneel and ask for food, then whatever you want, as long as it doesn't get in my way, no matter how big the mess is, you have the right to bark as a dog.

But on the contrary, after Shaolin knelt, he became the eagle dog and minions of the imperial court in a blink of an eye, and obeyed the orders of Jinyiwei and began to kill his fellow people in the rivers and lakes.

At first, everyone dared to be angry but didn't dare to speak, seeing that the army of the imperial court swept away the northern land, the Xuantian Sect that was powerful in the past became a passing cloud, and all the great demon roads in the northern land disappeared, and Shaolin hugged the thigh of the imperial court, and they couldn't afford to provoke it.

But now the situation is different, the imperial court, to be precise, Jinyiwei, they have repeatedly expressed their dissatisfaction with Shaolin, and the cooperative relationship between the two sides has begun to become ambiguous.

Jin Yiwei's promise to the people of the rivers and lakes is no different from a piece of waste paper, so everyone doesn't think it's strange that Jin Yiwei crossed the river and demolished the bridge.

Since Shaolin has no support behind it, the time has come to return blood for blood and revenge, the court and Jinyiwei are too far away, they can't afford to provoke and can't fight, but Shaolin don't want to escape!

Almost at the same time, from south to north, the entire rivers and lakes began to denounce Shaolin, and the long-accumulated anger finally began to erupt, even the Buddhist sects chose to avoid its edge at this time, and quickly cut Shaolin out of the Buddhist line.

In the storm, South Shaolin's actions gave North Shaolin a fatal blow, and at the moment when Jinyiwei turned his face and didn't recognize people, South Shaolin elected a new abbot at a very fast speed, and at the same time announced that North and South Shaolin were not a family, and Lingwu, as the abbot of North Shaolin, should not continue to meddle in the affairs of South Shaolin.

Northern Shaolin was isolated, and the abbot Lingwu became the target of the public, because taking refuge in Jinyiwei was the decision made by the other party, although the masters of Northern Shaolin knew that this decision was made by the former abbot Lingxuan.

But the dead can't speak, and the people of the world won't believe it, at this moment, all the spearheads are pointed at the abbot of Lingwu, and even in the North Shaolin Temple, there are many people whispering.

This time, the factions of the rivers and lakes are menacing, vowing to get rid of the big villain who colluded with Jinyiwei to bring disaster to the rivers and lakes.

Yes, I don't know which master is under the guidance, this time the rivers and lakes pointed the finger at the abbot Lingwu, not the entire North Shaolin, although there is no difference when doing things, it should be aimed at the North Shaolin or again, but this attitude is very saying.

At least it can make the monks of Northern Shaolin have such an illusion, it seems that as long as the first evil is eliminated, Northern Shaolin will immediately be able to turn the crisis into safety and return to the position of the leader of the righteous path again.

"This is trying to make me kill each other," Monk Lingjing said worriedly, "Such a vicious strategy, could it be Jinyiwei."

"Senior brother, now it doesn't make sense to do this or not."

The abbot of Lingwu shook his head: "I don't understand what Senior Brother Lingxu's plan is, but I think it should have failed, and now that Shaolin has fallen to the point where the world is the enemy, someone must stand up and be responsible for it." ”

Lingjing was stunned for a moment, and then said anxiously: "Senior brother! Cannot! ”

Northern Shaolin could no longer afford to lose a qualified abbot, and Lingwu only obeyed Lingxu's will, and it was too unfair to blame all the blame on him.

Lingwu just smiled: "I have a personal fate, I don't need to say it anymore, now that I am the abbot, I should think about the future of Northern Shaolin." ”

Lingjing tried to persuade again, but Lingwu had already closed his eyes and meditated and stopped talking, he sighed helplessly and left, and when he went out, he met Huo Yunqi, who was practicing in Shaolin.

"Uncle Lingjing." Huo Yunqi saluted.

Lingjing nodded, when this Huo Yun first entered Shaolin, he did cause many disciples to be dissatisfied, this person had a blood feud and had no intention of cultivating Buddhism, so forcibly bringing him into Shaolin was probably counterproductive.

It's a pity that the abbot of Lingwu insisted on going his own way, but the result was quite satisfactory, although Huo Yunqi was leading the practice, but he was not incompatible with the disciples, although he was not interested in Buddhism, but he would also follow the abbot's instructions every day to listen to the lectures of the senior monks of the Lingzi generation.

"Master." Huo Yunqi walked into the room and looked at Lingwu who was meditating with his eyes closed, with hidden worries in his eyes.

"How's your homework done today?" Lingwu opened his eyes, and his calm expression did not show some waves due to the difficulty of Shaolin.

"The disciples have all been completed," Huo Yunqi replied, and then couldn't help but say, "Master, now that those crowds on the rivers and lakes are excited, how should we deal with it?" ”

"Don't worry, the teacher has his own way to do this." The expression of the Lingwu monk was as kind as ever, but in Huo Yunqi's opinion, it made him feel some inexplicable worry.

Huo Yunqi left worriedly, he returned to the meditation room, meditating on the futon, but found that his mood could not be calmed down no matter what.

There was a terrible sense of crisis constantly stirring his already uncalm state of mind, the scene of the Huo family's two family ruins came to his mind, Huo Yunqi closed his eyes, and a bloody color appeared in his mind, which made him open his eyes immediately.

"Whew"

Huo Yunqi silently recited the Buddha's mental method, and slowly suppressed the sudden surge of hatred, and after he calmed down, someone suddenly came to him outside the door.

"Senior Brother Huo, someone outside is looking for you."

"I'll come now."

Huo Yunqi got up and came to the outside of the mountain gate, and saw a strange young man, he wondered: "I don't know what is going on with Gongzi?" ”

This young man was Dongfang Fu, he glanced at Huo Yunqi and said, "Poor Dao Yunxi." ”

"Daomen disciple?" Huo Yunqi was stunned.

Dongfang Fu nodded, and said, "The family teacher Qingcheng sent Yushu Zhenren." ”

"Qingcheng Sect" Huo Yunqi's eyes flashed with a little surprise, he used to be the young owner of Sword Casting Villa, and he knew one or two of the characters in all factions in the world, but after the first battle of Sword Casting Villa, he never had contact with these people again.

No, when it comes to the Qingcheng faction, he seems to really have a little relationship with one of them, and it just so happens that that person is also a disciple of the Qingcheng faction Yushu Zhenren.

Huo Yunqi looked at Dongfang Fu in front of him again, calculating the age of the other party, and his expression was thoughtful.

After a while, he asked, "Tsing Yi Little Sword Tianquan Dao Chief, who are you?" ”

Dongfang Fu's eyes froze, and he said, "It's Senior Brother Poor Dao." ”

"Sure enough."

Huo Yunqi's face showed a sudden look, and he said: "I understand the intention of the Dao Chief, it's just a matter of the past, why did your senior brother go along with that demon Dao demon girl, and the various reasons are not very clear." ”

A little disappointment flashed in Dongfang Fu's eyes, but he quickly regained his strength: "Huo Gongzi misunderstood, Poor Dao came here today to ask you about someone." ”

Huo Yunqi looked puzzled, and only listened to Dongfang Fu's deep voice: "Senior disciple of the Carefree Sect, the moon is away from the wind." ”

Huo Yunqi was stunned, he was naturally very familiar with this name, in the Eastern Capital, this person was traveling on the same road as Tianquan, and the two seemed to be friends.

It's just that Dongfang Fu is disappointed that Huo Yunqi doesn't know much about Yuelifeng, when he was in the Eastern Capital, he devoted himself to the confrontation with the three major families, whether it was Tianquan or Yuelifeng, they were just passers-by for him.

Huo Yunqi told Dongfang Fu very bluntly that he didn't know much about the two of them, and looking at the young man's gradually depressed expression, he seemed to see his former self.

Naturally, Huo Yunqi felt that "the Taoist chief traveled all over the rivers and lakes to find the truth about the death of his fellow senior brother, and this affection is admired below, but he is really powerless about this matter, alas. If Brother Lu is still there, no matter how big the rivers and lakes are, he can catch these clues. ”

"What?" Dongfang was stunned.

As soon as the words came out, Huo Yunqi himself shook his head with a smile, he just remembered that Lu Qiqi, who had had some friendship with him in Sword Casting Villa, if the beggar gang was still there, as long as the Lu gang leader gave an order, it would not be easy to find a clue.

Seeing Dongfang Fu's surprise, Huo Yunqi explained to him: "Dao Chief, forgive me, I thought of an old man below, so I blurted out that this Dao Chief should have heard of his name, he was the last leader of the Beggar Gang." ”

"Lu Seventeen!" Dongfang Fu exclaimed.

Huo Yun nodded at the beginning, and immediately heard the other party say in an astonishing voice: "Do you know Brother Lu?!" ”

"What.?"

Huo Yunqi's eyes widened slightly, and he was also surprised: "You also know Brother Lu?" ”

After stepping on the rivers and lakes for a few months, Dongfang Fu showed a rare smile on his face, and he even felt a little intimate when he looked at Huo Yunqi at the moment: "Poor Dao went to Qingcheng Mountain to learn art back then, and he was escorted by Brother Lu all the way. ”

"There is such a fate." Huo Yunqi also didn't know what to say at the moment, just like Dongfang Fu, he looked at this young Taoist priest at the moment, and he also had a little affection.

Since the defeat of Sword Casting Villa, Huo Yunqi's former circle of friends has almost been scattered, and he has never made other confidant friends with the only remaining clansmen.

Although the reputation of the beggar gang in the rivers and lakes changed abruptly, and Lu Qiqi himself was also labeled as a righteous traitor who colluded with Jinyiwei, Huo Yunqi always regarded the other party as a friend in his heart, even if his uncle died in the hands of the other party in the end.

But this doesn't seem to be nothing, after all, his own father was also killed by his uncle, and after all, this hatred can't be sorted out at all.

"Brother Lu, alas, it's okay not to mention the past." Huo Yunqi wanted to speak and stopped, the lights went out when people died, and it seemed meaningless to advance the past.

"Huo Gongzi, Poor Dao doesn't think that Brother Lu will be assassinated so easily."

Dongfang Fu's eyes hid a stubbornness, and he said, "I believe in Brother Lu. ”

Huo Yunqi looked at Dongfang Fu like this, and sighed slightly in his heart, he didn't want to shatter all the hopes of the young man, so he said: "When I met Brother Lu, he was always accompanied by a few girls. ”

Dongfang Fu's eyes lit up and said: "It's Sister Ji, when Brother Lu sent me to Qingcheng Mountain, Sister Ji was also there." ”

"Ji may have such a person, but if you want to find Brother Lu's 'whereabouts', maybe you should find another person," Huo Yunqi said with a complicated gaze: "This person is a descendant of Hongchenke, named Ah Lan, who is good at using double swords, and she is also close friends with Brother Lu." ”

"Alan."

Dongfang Fu carefully wrote down this name, although he came to Shaolin this time and failed to find any clues about the death of Senior Brother Tianquan, but he accidentally heard a person who might be able to contact Brother Shanglu, which was a worthwhile trip.

"Huo Gongzi, I don't know where this Ah Lan girl is now?" Dongfang Fu hurriedly asked.

"She has disappeared since the farewell of the Sword Forging Villa," Huo Yunqi shook his head, but he said again: "The last time I heard from her was when she exterminated a group of horse thieves in the Western Regions, maybe you can go there and have a look." ”

Huo Yunqi didn't deliberately pay attention to Ah Lan's news, Sword Casting Villa was originally located in the northwest, since Huo Tianya's death, almost all the remaining Huo family members stayed in the northwest to make a living, except for those who were willing to go east with him.

These people didn't know what the purpose was, and after discovering the traces of Ah Lan, the descendant of the Red Dust Guest, they sent the news to him thousands of miles away.

Although Huo Yunqi told himself that the Huo family's sins were to blame for his own resentment, but when he dreamed back at midnight, he would often be awakened by the nightmare of revenge.

"Northwest, thank you Gongzi Huo for informing me." Dongfang Fu had already made a decision, he was going to meet this Ah Lan girl.

"The Taoist has worked hard all the way, so it's better to follow me into the temple to rest first." Huo Yunqi saw the appearance of Dongfang Fufeng's dusty appearance, so he invited loudly.

Dongfang thought about it and didn't refuse, he had his own considerations, and now he was targeted by many people, and the two disciples of the Kunlun faction hated the Qingcheng faction very much, and they had designed to kill him many times.

Dongfang Fu was able to walk safely from Jiangnan to North Shaolin, and there was no less effort along the way, if he could take advantage of the Shaolin Mountain Gate to recuperate for a while, it would be good.

It's just that now North Shaolin seems to be in a dilemma, Dongfang Fu has followed Tianquan since he was a child, and he also has a chivalrous heart, he will not worry about being implicated by Shaolin, and even because he relies on the protection of the other party, he also plans to help the other party.

It's just that he is worried that if the Kunlun faction also makes a move on Shaolin Design because of his own relationship, it will be his fault.

But this point is unfounded, the Kunlun faction is now difficult to protect itself, these two Kunlun disciples never expected that the dragons, snakes, tigers and leopards outside the Shaolin Temple are endless.

On the surface, everyone condemned Shaolin, but in private, this group of people has begun to secretly gather forces to prepare to go to Shaolin to "seek justice".

The most terrible thing is that in the hands of the masters lurking outside the Shaolin Temple, there are not only forces from the rivers and lakes, but also the imperial court Jinyi guards who are hidden in the dark and manipulate everything.

The two Kunlun disciples thought very highly of themselves, and unfortunately bumped into the muzzle of the gun.

"Kunlun's?"

A few brocade guards escorted two Kunlun disciples forward, and Cui Yixiao, who had been promoted to a thousand households, raised his eyelids slightly, and then waved his hand: "Dispose of it, keep it as an eyesore." ”

"Yes!" Several brocade guards blocked the mouths of the two of them, and the quick knife wiped on their necks, and the two people suddenly surged blood, and soon fell into a pool of blood and were silent.

"Bad luck."

Cui Yixiao frowned and came to the side, looking at Yan Feng who was leaning against the tree and whistling, he said helplessly: "Lord Zhenfu, you can also think of a way, it's not a way for us to squat here every day." ”

After Ying Wuxian soared from Zhenfu to the commander, the heavy responsibility of the Northern Zhenfu Division fell on Yan Feng's head, but he was promoted from a thousand households to a Zhenfu envoy, and he didn't seem to have much enthusiasm.

According to Yan Feng's own words, he is almost at the end of his official position, no matter how he drills the camp, it will not change much, it is not that his luck is not enough, as a person who has shown his face in front of His Majesty the Emperor, he has no shortage of luck.

The reason why he chose to live a bad life now is because Yan Feng thinks that his ability is nothing more.

"As the saying goes, there must be a road before the car reaches the mountain, and this group of Jianghu people run to the gate of Shaolin Mountain, not necessarily for an outing, right?" Yan Feng didn't seem to be in a hurry.

Cui Yixiao did not have such a qi-nourishing kung fu as Yan Feng, after the change of the main throne, although the emperor was not very concerned about the government affairs, he never procrastinated in doing things, which led to the momentum of the imperial court.

At the time of the first emperor, there was almost nothing to do in Beijing except for pension, but now, leaving the capital is really pension, and the court has countless things to do every day, Cui Yixiao does not want to miss these opportunities.

"Haha, Cui Qianhu doesn't have to worry, look, isn't this going to start?" Yan Feng pointed to the mountain gate, and saw a group of people coming up along the mountain road.

Cui Yixiao came to the spirit, and immediately ordered the left and right to get ready, now Jinyiwei will no longer simply meddle in the affairs of the rivers and lakes, not because he is afraid of anything, but because he feels that the price is dropped.

It has been mentioned more than once in the court that it is enough to deal with the current local yamen in the rivers and lakes, and it is simply overkill to dispatch the Jinyi Guard, if it were not for the fact that His Majesty was also once from the Jinyi Guard, I am afraid they would inevitably have to scold a few words.

Therefore, Cui Yixiao appeared here this time, just to ensure that Northern Shaolin can be effectively hit, and when the last pillar of the rivers and lakes falls, then in the next hundred and eighty years, there is no need to worry about any storms in the rivers and lakes.

The alarm bell of North Shaolin rang loudly, and the gray-robed warrior monks gathered in front of the mountain gate, looking nervously at the menacing people in the rivers and lakes.

In all fairness, if these Jianghu people want to follow what they shouted "stepping on North Shaolin", it may be very difficult, but if they are really popular today, it will be the real way to break North Shaolin.

Today's battle can't be too big, but it can't be fought, and how to handle this degree is where the key lies.

In front of the mountain gate, a group of chivalrous people in the rivers and lakes were gossiping, while denouncing North Shaolin and Jinyi Wei for being embarrassed and killing their fellow Jianghu people, while shouting that they wanted to do the right way for the heavens and clear the traitors.

Monk Lingjing looked at this scene with a bitter face, and he sighed: "Amitabha, please listen to the old man's words."

"Shut up, old monk! No one believes your words anymore! ”

The black-faced man with a steel knife in his hand at the head said loudly: "The rules of the rivers and lakes, one person does things and one person is responsible, if you Northern Shaolin still think that you are a person in the rivers and lakes, don't grind, hurry up and hand over the old bald donkey of Lingwu!" ”

"Hand over the Enlightenment!"

"If this bald donkey doesn't go to hell! How to be worthy of the colleagues who died in vain! ”

The anger of all the people in the rivers and lakes was mobilized, and the spearhead was all aimed at the abbot of the Northern Shaolin Lingwu, and the Lingjing monk argued loudly, but the words were like stones thrown into the sea, and they were drowned out by the denunciation of the mountains and tsunamis in a moment.

"Hand over the old bald donkey!" The black-faced man shouted loudly, waving the steel knife in his hand high, and his shouting posture was very domineering.

"Piff! Insult my master, first ask if your knife is sharp enough! ”

In the exclamation of everyone, a figure jumped out from behind the Shaolin Mountain Gate, and smashed the long stick in his hand at the black-faced man, who picked up the steel knife in anger, and the two hurriedly passed a few moves, each retreating back.

Huo Yunqi landed in front of the Lingjing monk who wanted to stop talking, holding a long stick, and stood still: "If you want to see my master, pass me first!" ”

"Who are you?" The man looked Huo Yunqi up and down, this person didn't lose his hair, could it be a lay disciple of the outer sect? But if that's the case, how can his martial arts be so powerful.

At this time, one of the people in the crowd shouted, "I recognize!" He is Huo Yunqi! ”

Although many years have passed since the incident of Sword Casting Villa, once the name Huo Yunqi was shouted, it still evoked the memories of many people, and it should be some not very beautiful pictures.

"Huo Yunqi? The young master of the Huo family? How did you end up here? The black-faced man was shocked and said, when the Huo family disappeared for a long time, it was also a flash in the pan in the Eastern Capital, and few people knew that the former young master of the Huo family actually worshiped under the Shaolin Sect.

"Less nonsense, do you dare to compete with me?" Huo Yunqi was too lazy to talk nonsense, looking at this posture, he planned to vent the anger that had accumulated for a long time.

"Good boy, want to be a hero? Then it depends on how much skill you have learned in this Shaolin Temple. The black-faced man snorted coldly, showed his steel knife, and slashed down with one knife in three steps.

Huo Yunqi danced a long stick to attack and defend well, and fought with the man for more than ten rounds, just found some flaws, and suddenly saw that the opponent's knife momentum changed, originally holding the knife with both hands, but changed to one hand, and the free left hand turned into a fist, the momentum sank, and a straight shot smashed on his shoulder.

With the sound of broken bones, Huo Yunqi's face turned pale, he was careless, he thought he was a reckless man who relied on knife skills, but he didn't expect that the other party's cultivation was actually practicing kung fu with the body, and this punch alone was not lost to the blow launched by those masters of internal strength to mobilize their true qi.

Under the punch, Huo Yunqi was beaten back again and again, and the long stick in his hand also fell to the ground, and his slightly trembling right hand couldn't even hold the stick.

"What a powerful fist, this person just deliberately showed weakness to the enemy?" Monk Lingjing's eyes sank, and the man made a move with Huo Yun with the steel knife in his hand, and shouted like a minion, they all thought that this was just a chess piece that was pushed out as a gun.

In this first game, Shaolin fell below and taught people to calculate.

"Amitabha."

Monk Lingjing came out to stop Huo Yunqi, who was struggling to fight again: "You are not his opponent, go to the back and have a good rest." ”

"I am, Uncle Lingjing." Huo Yunqi didn't continue to force himself in the end, he is no longer a child, and he has long understood that some things will not have results if he persists.

"This benefactor is good at martial arts, and then let the poor monk" Lingjing Monk's voice did not fall, only to hear a voice from behind-

"Senior brother, step down."

The abbot of Lingwu finally appeared, and under the worried eyes of the senior monks of the Lingzi generation, he walked up to a group of people in the rivers and lakes with fierce faces.

"Amitabha."

The abbot of Lingwu folded his hands and bowed his head: "All the donors came today, just to ask the poor monk for an explanation, the past cannot be traced, and all the sins are borne by the poor monk alone." ”

"Good time!"

The black-faced man sneered: "Old monk, today you are not a turtle in the temple, a certain family respects you as a man, you Shaolin Temple helped me to torture and kill how many fellow rivers and lakes, this blood feud, you put down a sentence today, what are you going to do!" ”

The abbot of Lingwu sighed Amitabha, and then smiled slightly: "What's so difficult about this, although the poor monk is a monk, he is also in the rivers and lakes, since this is the case, you might as well follow the rules of the rivers and lakes, and one life is worth one life." ”

"Easy to say!"

An old man with a hooked nose jumped out of the crowd, and he glared at the abbot of Lingwu and said, "You Shaolin killed hundreds or thousands of heroes, and your old life is worth a few people's shares?" ”

"What about the poor monks!" Monk Lingjing had a solemn face and walked forward.

"Senior brother, step aside."

The abbot of Lingwu didn't look back, but there was a meaning in his words that could not be refused, and after stopping Lingjing, he said to the person who spoke: "This benefactor is also reasonable, the life of one person is naturally not worth the lives of thousands of people. ”

"If only you knew!" The old man said coldly: "In that case, how many bald donkeys do you Shaolin plan to take out today?" ”

In one sentence, the whole Shaolin was angry and shocked, but they heard the abbot of Lingwu say: "There is only one poor monk." ”

The old man was stunned for a moment, and then said angrily: "Okay, you bald donkey!" Is this playing tricks on me! ”

Lingwu shook his head and said: "The poor monk is not a mouthful, the rivers and lakes are in the rivers and lakes, if you have a grudge, you can take revenge on the poor monk, the poor monk will stand here today and do not dodge, and please be able to agree to the poor monk a condition, before the poor road falls, please don't be angry with Shaolin, if you agree, then the life of the poor monk today will be handed over to you at will." ”

"Abbot!" The Lingjing monk and other eminent monks were all shocked.

"You—" The old man was shocked, wasn't this old monk planning to deal with all of them with the power of one person? How arrogant!

At this time, the black-faced man shouted: "Okay! ”

I saw him stand up and say: "The old monk has a kind, today a certain family put down the words, if you can take over the three punches of a certain family, a certain family will write off the past hatred, and will not come to you Shaolin trouble!" ”

Abbot Lingwu glanced up at the black-faced man, and just replied calmly: "Amitabha." ”

"Look at the punch!" The black-faced man's eyes changed suddenly, and the momentum of a punch was like a rainbow, and the violent momentum was like a tiger descending from the mountain, just a punch, it was like a huge wave crashing to the shore, and the huge fist smashed on the chest of the Lingwu monk, and even the stone bricks under his feet did not know how much they had cracked.

Everyone held their breath and looked at the thin old monk, only to see that his folded hands did not move a bit, his calm eyes only drooped slightly, and there was a faint golden light around his body, peaceful and gentle, completely contrary to the killing intent of the black-faced man.

After a punch, the old monk did not fall, and the black-faced man's expression was much more solemn: "It is worthy of being the abbot of Northern Shaolin, and a certain family is served!" ”

As soon as the words fell, he suddenly punched out two more punches, and the fist wind fell on the Lingwu abbot like a thunderbolt, and his standing feet did not retreat half a minute, but the corners of his mouth gradually spread bloodstains.

"Good monk!"

The black-faced man put away his fist, took a deep look at the Lingwu Abbot, and then slowly gathered the killing intent around him: "After the three punches of a certain family, the past grievances are written off, and I will leave." ”

After that, this man really turned around and left, this crisp and neat move made all the Jianghu people stunned, and also made the people on the Shaolin side show hope on their faces, but then the old man who spoke stood up again.

"Abbot, I don't have anything else to say, I just want to be like the black man just now, and live three tricks with the abbot, and then the grievances will disappear, how about it?" The old man said.

"Amitabha." Abbot Lingwu lowered his eyes and sighed, still standing still with his hands folded.

"Hehe, abbot be careful!" The old man sneered, and then turned his palm into a hook, and went straight to the key point of Lingwu's neck.

All the monks saw it with one heart, and Lingjing wanted to jump out to stop it several times, but Lingwu was like a green pine towering and unmoving, until the hook claw fell on his body, he silently recited a Buddha verse, and the golden light of the Tao on his body appeared, some turned into Buddha sounds, and some turned into scriptures, which seemed to have a sense of sacredness that could not be blasphemed.

"The old monk fought back!" The old man was furious, but then he found that this golden light was as gentle as water, and would not cause him any harm, so he took action with confidence, but although the golden light did not hurt people, it would protect Lingwu, and in the golden light, it was easy to remove the power of the three claws.

"Okay, okay - old monk, you're amazing, I'm leaving!" In front of everyone's eyes, the old man couldn't pull his face to play tricks, so he had to angrily drop a sentence and leave.

The people in the rivers and lakes looked at each other, and soon someone stood up and said loudly: "Abbot! Shaolin killed seven of my brothers, today you take my seven swords, this revenge is written off, how! ”

The abbot of Lingwu bowed slightly, and then the man pulled out his sword and stabbed out seven sword lights, but they were all dissolved by the golden light, and everyone carefully observed that in the golden light, in addition to the scriptures and Buddha sounds, there was actually a ring knife.

Monk Lingjing looked at this scene, and said in a low voice with several senior monks of the Lingzi generation beside him: "Senior brother's martial arts seem to be somewhat similar to the Ring Breaking Sword Method, but how is this possible, the Ring Breaking Sword is a martial art of attack, why does Senior Brother use it, he has no killing intent." ”

On that side, as the people of the rivers and lakes stood up and fought with the Lingwu monk, the golden light on his body was originally as bright as a thousand lights, but at this moment it was already dimmed by most, although everyone did not understand the secret of this Buddhist martial arts, but it was roughly seen that if this golden light was dispersed, this monk must be exhausted.

So all the people in the rivers and lakes came up one after another, and Cui Yixiao, who was secretly in the dark, was also interested, he suddenly drew his bow and arrows, and then a meteor came out of the string, swept over the crowd, and hit the golden light directly, making it immediately dim by three points.

"What kind of martial arts is this, it's as hard as a turtle shell, and there is such a martial art in Shaolin Temple?" Cui Yixiao exclaimed, his archery skills are not invincible in the world, but even if he is a master of the rivers and lakes, it is impossible to completely ignore his arrows like Lingwu.

"Although this martial art seems to be like a turtle shell just for self-preservation, it seems that there is a bit of sword technique in it," Yan Feng looked at it for a long time, and suddenly exclaimed: "This is the Blood Demon Sword Technique?" No, this is impossible, why was the monk able to make this martial arts look like this? ”

When the two brocade guards were surprised, suddenly a sword light burst out in the crowd, and then a man in black slashed out, and a sword slashed away the only remaining few golden lights on the Lingwu Abbot's body.

"Guihong Sword Technique! This kind of skill, can it be said-" The Lingjing monk was shocked, and then looked at the man in black and said angrily: "Yuan Muhan! In vain, you are also the head of the faction! Actually hide your identity and plot a sneak attack! Do you still want to be embarrassed! ”

The man in black was revealed, and he simply pulled the black robe on his body, revealing his original appearance, as the Lingjing monk said, this person is Yuan Muhan, the head of the Kunlun faction.

"Less nonsense! Today, the poor road will first kill this bald donkey who eats inside and outside for the righteous way to eliminate harm! ”

Yuan Muhan killed with another sword, seeing that the golden light on the abbot of Lingwu was dissipated, and it seemed that there was no way back, at this moment, his body seemed to go back in time, and the golden light that was as bright as the sun burst out again.

"How is that possible!" Yuan Muhan failed to make a sword, he retreated a few zhang in shock, staring at the Lingwu abbot's eyes uncertain: "Is his true qi endless?" ”

This scene shocked all the people in the rivers and lakes, and many people already had a retreat when they saw this, this monk can't be killed, how many people have worked hard for a long time to cut off the strange golden light, and now everything is back to the original, what should they do.

Secretly, Cui Yixiao was also shocked, and Yan Feng on the side was bright: "I see, it's the same!" ”

"Your Excellency?" Cui Yi said with a puzzled smile.

Yan Feng glanced at the Lingwu abbot who was covered in golden light, and said to Cui Yixiao: "Shaolin is no longer singing, let's go back." ”、

"This-" Cui Yixiao was stunned: "My lord, that monk has achieved such a miraculous skill now, how can we let him go!" ”

"You are mistaken, he is not a miracle, he is killing himself," Yan Feng said in a firm tone: "Look at the monk carefully, he is dead!" ”

A word woke up the person in the dream, Cui Yixiao hurriedly looked back, only to see the monk who was full of golden light, his eyebrows and eyes were slightly closed at the moment, and his eyes were gray, and he had no luster for a long time, but the golden light that did not disperse around his body was still burning like a flame.

"This, how is this possible?" Cui Yixiao was shocked and said: "When people die, the lights go out, he is already dead, why is that true anger not dispersed?" ”

Yan Feng glanced at the old monk bathed in golden light from a distance, and said leisurely: "Who knows, there are always some things in this world that can't be explained. Let's go, there's nothing to do here. ”

In August, the various factions of the rivers and lakes besieged the North Shaolin, the abbot of Lingwu and the masters of the various factions made an agreement to repay the sins of Shaolin with the power of one person, he alone did not return a move to block the masters of the various factions, and did not make one person step into the mountain gate, after the war, the enmity dissipated like smoke, and the various factions of the rivers and lakes dispersed immediately, and then, the abbot of Lingwu passed away in front of the mountain gate.

(End of chapter)