When Meng Xiuyuan heard this, a spiritual light flashed in his mind, and he only felt as if he had been struck by lightning, and every hair exploded in an instant.

In his previous life, he watched an old movie produced by Bayi Film Studio, called "Tears of the Snow Mountain", which was about the oppression and persecution of the serfs in the snow area before liberation, and the content of it made people shudder and indignant.

Now, some of these episodes inevitably resurfaced in his mind.

In just an instant, the incomparably thick pure yang true qi in Meng Xiuyuan's dantian meridians all boiled, and the wild and unrivaled strength burst out of his body uncontrollably, and the strong wind blew the fragments of those furniture in the room flying everywhere.

In the next moment, his figure had already jumped out of the dilapidated house, straight to the temple in the northwest direction where the sound of drums was emanating.

"Hero, please, don't, don't offend the Guru......"

Tashi's pleading voice came from the room behind him, his voice full of sorrow and fear.

Meng Xiuyuan became more and more angry when he heard this, hating that her daughter had been taken captive, but he was still afraid of offending the enemy, so he said such things to stop himself.

However, at this time, there was no time to worry about these things with him, Meng Xiuyuan just carried enough internal force on his feet, and the whole person flew forward like an arrow on the grass.

Until he saw the temple on the hillside in his eyes, the drumming in his ears became clearer and clearer, and the cold sound of the horn came, Meng Xiuyuan's heart, which was almost scorched by anger, cooled down a little.

Because he suddenly remembered that the whip wounds he had just seen on Tashi's body were still bleeding and had not yet scabbed, and they were obviously new wounds. In addition, the house was in a mess, and the dust splashed in the air had not yet completely dissipated, so it was obvious that someone had just broken in.

From this inference, the little Gesang may have just been taken captive, and may not have been poisoned.

Thinking of this, Meng Xiuyuan began to forcibly force himself to calm down. Because there are many good players in that temple, if he wants to save people, he needs to be calm and calm to deal with the enemy.

This temple is not big, only one main gate can be entered and exited, and it is impossible to sneak in. Seeing this, Meng Xiu simply took a breath of true qi, and his speed did not decrease but increased, and he went straight towards the main gate.

"Bold! Who dares to sabotage the Celestial Maiden Worship Puja in our temple?! ”

The old lama had profound skills, and he heard Meng Xiuyuan's rushing breathing and footsteps from a distance, and shouted with internal force towards the main entrance, wanting to intimidate the comers, and at the same time to warn the disciples.

It's just that Meng Xiuyuan ignored the damage to the meridians at this time, and in a short instant, his true qi exploded with all his strength, and his speed was really at the peak of his life.

When the old lama just said the first word, Meng Xiuyuan was still halfway up the hill, but after he finished saying this, Meng Xiuyuan had almost rushed into the main hall.

The monks in the hall really didn't have time to react.

I saw the old lama holding a sutra book in his hand, sitting on a high lotus platform, obviously chanting just now. The young lamas sit in a circle in the main hall, each holding a leather double-sided drum and a horn made of long bones, and accompanies the old lama with musical instruments.

Meng Xiuyuan rushed into the hall from the main entrance, ignoring them, his eyes quickly swept in the hall, and soon found the small door leading to the apse, and then ran in that direction without hesitation.

The skills of the little lamas were mediocre, and they hadn't reacted to what was going on at this time, only the old lama had a fierce face, jumped down from a high place, and suddenly came out like a big bird to intercept and kill Meng Xiuyuan.

Seeing this situation, Meng Xiuyuan, who was already full of anger in his heart, was not stunned, and slapped his backhand at the old lama.

The palms of the two were paired, Meng Xiuyuan's figure was slightly stunned, and the old lama flew back upside down, smashing the wooden lotus platform he was sitting on just now.

Both sides were surprised by this.

The old lama naturally never thought that a young person like Meng Xiuyuan would have such cultivation, and in one palm, the wild palm power completely suppressed him, like a mountain roaring and a tsunami, unmatched.

Since the achievement of divine skills at the age of forty, the old lama has never lost in a tough confrontation with others, but he didn't expect that today he would be planted on this little doll.

And Meng Xiuyuan was also very surprised, although he had noticed that this old lama had advanced martial arts, he never thought that he could actually take his palm.

It's not that Meng Xiuyuan is arrogant, although he was a little hasty just now, but this palm has already used seven or eight points of power, and the people in the world who can catch his palm without serious injury are probably no more than two palms, but he didn't expect that the thin old lama in front of him was actually one of them.

And what is very special is that although this old lama's true qi is already very strong, the physical strength seems to be even more exaggerated, and the reason why Meng Xiuyuan was beaten by him was because the huge power from his palm was somewhat unexpected.

Contacting his identity, Meng Xiuyuan's mind was spinning, and he couldn't help but subconsciously guess whether he had learned the supreme protection method of Tantra, "Dragon Elephant Prajna Gong".

However, these thoughts only flashed in Meng Xiuyuan's mind, and he was only worried about Xiao Gesang's safety at this time, and he had no time to take care of other things.

What about "Dragon Elephant Prajna Gong", even if the Golden Wheel Dharma King was resurrected a hundred years ago, Meng Xiuyuan was not afraid of him.

At this time, there was no one in the main hall who could stop Meng Xiuyuan, and he didn't like to fight, and continued to rush straight to the backyard of the temple.

As he walked, he shouted out Little Gesang's name as he tried his best to condense his true qi in his ears, hoping to hear her response.

Little Gesang's voice was already half better, and he was already able to make some babbling sounds.

Just a few days ago, after Meng Xiuyuan channeled her true qi for her, she blushed, and finally tried to say a vague "thank you" to him.

That was the first thing little Gesang said in his life.

At this time, Meng Xiuyuan hoped that he would be able to hear that soft and delicate voice again.

It's just that he shouted for a long time, but he didn't respond.

I rummaged through the houses, but I was disappointed again and again.

During this period, the scenes in many rooms can be described as bloody and shocking.

Meng Xiuyuan's heart became heavier and heavier, his fists clenched, his teeth clenched, and all kinds of bad conjectures couldn't help but come up, forcing him to panic a little in his heart for the first time in a long time.

It wasn't until the last room that he took a deep breath, and he hesitated for a long time with his hands in the air and his eyes closed before daring to push the door in.

Fortunately, God is pitiful.

"Gesang!"

In the gloomy hut, Gesang was tied to a wooden post without an inch, and the old table beside him was filled with a full set of knives of all sizes, and there were faint traces of unwiped blood everywhere in the room.

At this time, the two middle-aged lamas had already picked up their knives and gestured at Gesang's delicate and white back, as if discussing what to plan.

At this time, the two of them suddenly heard the door being pushed open, and when they turned around, they couldn't help but be startled when they saw Meng Xiuyuan.

Seeing this situation, Meng Xiu was glad that Gesang had not yet suffered, but he also knew with his own eyes what these beasts wanted to do, and he could no longer hold back the fury in his heart, and his left and right palms came out together, and the volley palm force immediately slapped towards the two lamas.

"Fuck you!!"

The wild and ferocious palm power was unreserved, and the two of them were completely powerless to resist, and immediately flew out upside down, and were directly slapped by this huge force towards the thick earthen wall behind them.

Hearing only two banging sounds, the two of them were actually slapped alive and embedded in the wall, although they were killed instantly, but their bodies were stuck by the wall, and they stood straight and straight, and they did not fall down for a long time.

From a distance, it looks like two portraits hanging on the wall.

Immediately, Meng Xiuyuan hurriedly pulled out the True Martial Sword, attached Zixiao Sword Qi, and carefully cut off the iron chains that bound Xiao Gesang's limbs.

Xiao Gesang had already been frightened and almost fainted, but just now she suddenly heard Meng Xiuyuan's voice, which suddenly lifted her spirits.

Now that she broke free from the shackles and turned around to see that it was really Meng Xiuyuan who came to save her, Xiao Gesang was so excited that tears burst out of her eyes instantly, and she didn't care about anything else, so she hugged Meng Xiuyuan to death.

There was a whining sound coming from her mouth, and she couldn't tell whether she was crying or being happy, but her body was tightly attached to Meng Xiuyuan, and she didn't want to let go no matter what.

"It's okay, it's okay already......"

Meng Xiuyuan's heart was sour when he saw this, and he didn't know how to comfort him, so he had to gently touch Xiao Gesang's hair, and then shook his body away with soft strength, and reached out to untie his coat and cloth robe to cover her body.

At this time, the lamas in the hall outside just now had already found a close place.

The old lama at the head blocked the door, his brows furrowed, his face fierce, a pair of eyes staring at Meng Xiuyuan, and his voice was low and heavy:

"You're here, you can't run away."

When Meng Xiuyuan heard this, his eyes narrowed, he slowly turned around, stared at the old lama and said coldly:

"Don't worry, if you don't kill all of you brutes, I won't go anywhere today."