Mu Yi and the three of them had just left the secluded residence of Xiaozhu for ten miles.

Suddenly, a Buddha horn came from the front.

"Amitabha!"

A young monk with red lips and white teeth and beautiful eyebrows walked in front of the three of them, raised one hand, and performed a Buddhist ritual to Mu Yi, "Amitabha, the little monk Xuanwu, is here to collect debts from the male gang master."

Mu Yi looked at this dusty monk with an ethereal bearing, but he didn't have the slightest killing intent in his heart, but asked, "Dao Buddha family, do you really want to fight to the death?"

After all, he is not a Taoist in Shenzhou, and in the Tianlong world, he has also entered Shaolin and has a certain affection for Buddhism.

Therefore, in the past two months of cultivation in the secluded Xiaozhu, the resentment against the old monk Huikong has also dissipated a lot, so I don't want to continue to fight with Shaolin.

Xuan Wu's eyes were extremely clear, he looked at Mu Yi, and said calmly: "It seems that the male gang leader already knows the reason, and since this is the case, the poor monk will not speak. Master Xuanzhen, you have been the master of the World Society, and you hold authority; He also had nothing, all thoughts were lost, and he was born. But in any case, this world is full of red dust, how can I be able to get you and me?"

Mu Yi knew in his heart that Xuanwu had an ethereal temperament, his spiritual cultivation was profound, and he had no intention of fame and fortune, he was obviously a real monk, but as a Shaolin disciple, he sometimes had to do it.

He said, "Zen Master Xuanwu, you can go and let the old monk Huikong come to see me."

But Xuanwu didn't move, he still raised his palms, and said firmly, "Master, please make a move!"

Mu Yi looked at Xuanwu for a while, and found that although this beautiful monk was indifferent and ethereal, his heart was extremely firm, and once he decided on one thing, he would not waver.

He knew that he would not be able to persuade the monk.

Helpless, he could only sigh, "Good words are hard to persuade damned ghosts."

Then, he turned his head to look at Nameless and Nie Feng, and said in a firm tone: "Please come to the side for me to take a break, this is a dispute between Buddhism and Taoism, please don't interfere with it."

Nameless saw the resoluteness in Mu Yi's eyes, he just nodded to the latter, and pulled Nie Feng to the side without saying a word.

"Xuanwu, I think you're more pleasing to the eye, you can make a move first." Mu Yi drew his sword in his hand and said to Xuanwu.

"It's good, it's good." When Xuanwu heard this, he didn't shirk, "Then it's offended."

After finishing speaking, he tapped his right foot, and the whole person rose up as light as a swallow, and then stretched out his hand and twisted his slender white fingers, as if he had found a flower of nothingness in the void, peaceful and beautiful, without a trace of fireworks, and brushed towards Mu Yi's eyes.

"Fingers!" Mu Yi's expression was solemn, and he didn't underestimate this style of martial arts that looked like a weak willow supporting the wind, without lethality.

The flower finger is one of the seventy-two stunts of Shaolin, which evolved from the Buddha's flowering and Jia Ye laughing allusions.

There is not much novelty in the fingering variation of this stunt.

But what makes it famous is the effect it has on the minds of its opponents.

The Buddha plucked the flowers, and the leaves smiled, which is enlightenment, enlightenment, and examination of the heart of the Buddha.

Therefore, this finger is a finger of epiphany, a finger of piety, and a finger of conscience.

Facing this finger, Mu Yi's heart involuntarily rippled.

An unexpected picture suddenly appeared in his mind.

That was his memory in his dreams.

That's another Mu Yi, Xuanxing Mu Yi!

At this time, the picture that came to Mu Yi's mind was the picture of Xuanxing Mu Yi breaking up with his girlfriend Tang Hui on the eve of meeting Goldfinger.

The familiar questioning sounded as if he had traveled through time and space, and it sounded in Mu Yi's ears again.

"Love without milk bread will not last." In a trance, he heard Tang Hui's cry that implied pain but had to be spoken.

That feeling is so real, but also so sad!

At this time, Mu Yi once again felt the powerlessness of Xuanxing Mu Yi.

Why is this image coming to my mind at this moment? Don't

Is this what my heart is missing? Mu Yi asked himself in his heart.

"Alas!"

At the moment when Monk Xuanwu's fingertips were about to touch Mu Yi's eyes, a soft sigh sounded.

Mu Yi tapped his toes lightly and stepped back, while wiping the tears from the corners of his eyes with one hand and waving his sword with the other.

"Finger the flower, ask the heart. Zen Master Xuanwu, thank you for making me understand my shortcomings, and in order to show my gratitude to you, I will leave you with a whole corpse."

"Eye of the Candle Dragon!"

The moment the cold voice sounded, Mu Yi kicked his legs back, and in the blink of an eye, he completed the transformation from backward to forward.

Zila!

The moment the sword light lit up, in mid-air, Xuanwu seemed to have been immobilized, and his body froze.

Then, a long sword pierced through his heart and pierced through his chest!

It was withdrawn in a moment, without bringing out a trace of blood.

"Good swordsmanship, good home, thank you mage!"

Xuanwu landed lightly, bowed to Mu Yi like no one else, and then sat on the spot, reciting Buddhist scriptures, with a transcendent demeanor!

Until the voice fades down, until the monk's robe is stained with blood!

"Good monk!"

Mu Yi watched Xuanwu pass away, and his mood was depressed in an instant.

Xuanwu, this ethereal monk, is extremely in line with Mu Yi's fantasy of the Zen master of the Tao, and also arouses his thoughts about the sweeping monk.

But at this moment, he died, and he was killed by his own hands!

The two have no grudges, and even this time is the first time they have met, but they have to be forced to fight to the death by something inexplicable.

Isn't this also a kind of sadness, a kind of powerlessness?!

"Ah......h

Mu Yi roared, his long hair flying, his eyes looked at the place where a breath appeared before, and shouted, "Old Monk Huikong, a true seed of Buddhism and Taoism, just fell like this, are you satisfied?"

"The battle of Taoism, life and death, no one can stay out of it, and Xuanwu will die as he deserves." The indifferent voice of the old monk Huikong came from a distance, there was no flinching, no ruthlessness, not even sadness, only calm and firmness.

"Good, good!" When Mu Yi heard this, the anger in his heart was instantly ignited.

He looked up at the place where the voice came from, and there was a raging anger burning in his dark eyes, and his voice was cold, "Since you don't care about the death or injury of your disciples, why should I have compassion? Come, and I will send you to Rulai!"

Next, Mu Yi traveled all the way, and almost every dozens of miles, a monk blocked the road and fought with him.

In dozens of days, Muyi moved to Huzhou and Huizhou, and within one day, there was less than one battle, and more than several battles.

After dozens of days of bloody rain, he couldn't remember how many monks he had killed.

I only know that these monks have Shaolin Temple, Fahua Temple, Hanging Temple, and Luohan Temple.

These monks went one after another, and they all came to snipe him for some kind of Taoist dispute.

At the same time, he also knew that Taoism had fought back.

Taoism, which has been suppressed by Buddhism for hundreds of years, has exploded, and at this moment, on the land of China, almost every state and county can see the scene of Taoist Buddhism fighting the law.

Or talk about the road, or fight ***, or fight to the death!

Mu Yi knew that the suppressed and fragmented Taoism suddenly united to fight back against Buddhism, it must be because his patriarch was manipulating all this.

He hated the feeling of being pushed along, but he couldn't help it.

Under this chessboard called the Battle of Dao and Buddha, Mu Yi is just a chess piece.

A chess piece that was coerced by the general trend and had to enter the game.

Therefore, as he fought again and again, Mu Yi's disgust with the ancestor he had never met became deeper and deeper.

However, there are pros and cons to everything, and with this fight, Mu Yi's martial arts have become more and more profound.

At the same time, with this battle, his fame has become even greater!

Almost everyone in the rivers and lakes knows that Xiongba is back!

This has aroused the fear and vigilance of countless forces, and they are worried that one day, they will be trampled under the feet of the tyrants!

The sun is high and the lake is smoky.

When Mu Yi stepped into the land of Zezhou with a strong murderous aura, he was greeted by a monk about forty years old, with long ears and a wide face.

and behind him, the martial arts people who came with a question.

"Coming, coming, Xiongba, the unknown predecessor of the martial arts myth and the god of the wind, Nie Feng, they are here."

Suddenly, someone saw three people walking not far away and shouted.

As soon as these words were shouted, everyone looked over in question.

I saw that above the official road, three figures walked slowly.

One of them is elegant, forty, with a warm temperament, and a pure and natural atmosphere exuding from his body, which makes people feel good at a glance, and this person is nameless.

A man who is dressed in white like snow, with long hair fluttering, a handsome and extraordinary face, carrying a cold long knife, and a temperament as light and ethereal as the wind, this person is Nie Feng.

There was also one person, with thick black hair and a shawl, a domineering face, who was unstoppable, and came with a long sword.

He was wearing a purple satin robe, and his murderous aura was rolling all over his body, and when he walked, an astonishing majesty like a tiger patrolling the mountains came to his face, which made people feel timid when they looked at it.

This person is Mu Yi.

"What a murderous aura! What a terrifying momentum! He is worthy of being the former leader of the world's association!"

Many martial arts people who wanted to see the excitement were rushed by the murderous aura on Mu Yi's body, and they couldn't help but feel a chill in their hearts, and there was a coldness of facing the lion tiger unarmed, and their faces changed secretly.

"A Taoist priest, but the murderous aura around him is heavier than the original, I really don't know how Taoism teaches him." Someone secretly said that the yin and yang strange qi dao.

"Whoever says this is looking for death! The two sects of Taoism and Buddhism are fighting to the death now, you go to the Taoist sect now to see, which Taoist priest is not murderous now?"

"Hehe, the battle between Buddhism and Taoism, I don't know what to say, how many people died in the battle between the two sects? And the monks!" There are also people who are not used to the two religions and secretly sarcastically.

"People are fighting *** bullshit, their big war didn't affect ordinary people, the Supreme doesn't care, I want you to fart here!"

As soon as this person's words came out, someone immediately scolded him back.

"Who dares to scold me?" The man who had spoken was furious, drew his sword and glared angrily, "Who scolded me? Is it really bad for my sword to have no living mouth and the sword in my palm?!"

"I scolded." At this moment, a person jumped out, pointed at the man with a ghost-headed broadsword, and scolded, "The sword has no living mouth? My big sword ghost king is standing here today, you don't have a chance to try?! I really think I'm a green onion!"

Suddenly, the sword was speechless, blushing, but he didn't dare to refute.

"Okay, don't make any noise, the master of Xiongba and Wutai Mountain is going to fight."

This voice contained a majestic true qi, and it immediately suppressed the noise of a group of martial arts people.

Obviously, this is also a big master who has broken through the innate nature!

However, at this time, a group of people in the rivers and lakes who watched the excitement and didn't think it was a big deal didn't have the time to look for this big master, and they all turned their eyes to Mu Yi and Li Yin, who had already started talking.

There, it's the real battle!