Trains that run at night are called "red-eye trains".

Because the speed of the high-speed rail is too fast, the vision is not good at night, and the driver is easily tired, the proportion of high-speed trains in the Great Qin Empire is very small.

But this train is different, this line is the main line connecting the western Sichuan Province and the eastern Sichuan Province, there is a train in order to serve the people between the two provincial capitals, it is on the train at night, sit overnight, and arrive at the station early the next morning.

When Lu Li and the others caught up with this high-speed train, it was already more than four o'clock in the morning.

Because the speed of the high-speed rail was too fast, the people of the Xuanyuan Army were still on the way, and only Lan Hua and Lu Qi, two strong ones, followed him on the bus.

Lu Li didn't know how the two escaped Buddhas got mixed up on this train, but as soon as he got on the train, he felt the breath of the other party.

Situ Tiedan didn't lie to him, they were really in the car.

In the carriage, most of the passengers are sleeping, and only a few are playing with their mobile phones.

On both sides of the carriage, the dark scenery quickly faded.

Lu Li took a deep breath, and he walked slowly from the No. 1 carriage.

Behind him, Lu Qi lit the incense, and there was a faint fragrance in the air.

Passengers playing with their mobile phones also fell asleep.

When Lu Li walked to the No. 7 carriage, through the corridor, he could already see the two monks sitting in the position.

The automatic door opened with his arrival, and the two monks looked at him with solemn expressions.

Lu Li walked into the No. 8 car, and the automatic door closed slowly.

Car No. 8 is located at the front of the train, and it is a special class seat, with spacious seats and a small number of seats.

In addition to the two monks, there were only four passengers.

The passengers were ordinary people, the smell of incense wafted over, and they all fell asleep.

The two monks were awake, one of them was extremely fat and stood for nearly two seats, and the other was thin and squeezed into a corner.

The fat one, with long arms, seemed to be able to feel his knees when he stood up straight.

The thin one just glanced up and immediately lowered his head.

"Donor, did you go to the wrong carriage?"

The fat monk spoke.

This voice is exactly the same as the long-armed Buddha in the shadow puppet play.

Situ Tiedan is just a trickster, but he has an amazing ability to imitate.

It was confirmed that it was the main master, and Lu Xuan made a big decision.

He glanced at the thin monk again, always feeling a little familiar, and he couldn't remember who it was.

"That's right."

Lu Li smiled and took out a ticket and shook it.

He came directly to the fat monk.

"Monk, you are sitting as if you are in my place."

"Donor, woe comes from the mouth, this position belongs to the monk, and I have been sitting all the way."

The fat monk folded his hands.

"But if you shouldn't even have the qualifications to get on the bus, what qualifications do you have, tell me that the position is yours?"

With a "bang", the peachwood sword had already cut towards the fat monk's neck.

The monk did not dodge or dodge, his right arm was raised, his arm suddenly stretched out, and his palm opened open, pinching Lu Li's wrist like a plier, so that the peachwood sword could not be cut.

A strong force came from his wrist, and Lu Li suddenly felt that his wrist was about to be crushed.

He flipped with his left hand, and a book floated in the air.

"Pull out the mountains and cover the world!"

The light of the Confucian holy book shone on his right hand, and Lu Li pulled the other party's hand with the strength of his wrist.

The fat monk's eyelids moved slightly, and he chose to confront Lu Li.

He didn't seem to want to make a big deal either, so he just put a lot of effort on his hands.

The spiritual power on the fat monk's body is gathering in the palm of his hand, and this pinch does not have any fancy magic use, it just relies on strength.

Lu Li's expression remained unchanged, and the Confucian holy book shone again.

"Insist that Qingshan will not relax, and the roots are in the broken rock!"

After speaking, the Confucian holy book was blazing, and he resisted the huge power of the fat monk's palm, and the peachwood sword moved forward inch by inch.

The fat monk's face was hideous, and he proclaimed the Buddha's name: "Amitabha!" ”

The veins on his face flared up, and his strength increased again.

This huge force surpassed any time Lu Li had ever experienced, and even when the Childish Lady Venerable pointed at him, he had never felt such a great pressure.

At this moment, a deep middle-aged man's voice came from the roof of the car.

"Zi said: If you don't accumulate steps, you can't reach thousands of miles."

"Zi said: If you don't accumulate small streams, you can't reach rivers."

Lu Li suddenly felt that his body was full of strength, and he didn't need to mobilize spiritual power to have the strength to split mountains and stones.

A green donkey stood proudly on the roof of the high-speed railway, the donkey's chest was straight, as if it ran out of 300 kilometers per hour.

Lu Jiuling put down Xun Ziyi in his hand and said, "Zi said: Perseverance, gold and stone can be carved!" ”

"Click"

On the fat monk's arm, black spots appeared one after another, as if they had been corroded by moths.

The contemporary Confucian Lu Jiuling does not cultivate his own combat strength, but helps others to fight.

In Lu Li's words, this is a super auxiliary of the five grades!

"Dang!"

The peachwood sword finally slashed at the fat monk's neck.

Not surprisingly, this wooden sword could not cut through the fat monk's diamond iron bone at all.

At this time, the high-speed train turned a corner, and the window was facing the moon.

In the next second, the wooden body of the peachwood sword became as crystal as glass, reflecting the moonlight.

With a "brush", the fat monk's neck was cut out with a bloody mark.

The fat monk finally couldn't sit still, his fat body strained back, and he leaned down on the wide seat of the state-class seat, and he himself stood up.

His body was fat, his head was on top of the high-speed rail carriage, and his hands and arms were stretched forward at the same time.

The arm stretched out like rubber, but no one would think it was real rubber, the arm was as hard as iron, and a single blow was enough to smash a house.

Lu Li didn't hold it up, he took a step back, dodging the other party's arms.

The fat monk frowned and turned his head to look at the window.

Lu Li looked at the window at the same time.

The thin monk just now, at some point, broke the car window and was crawling out.

Seeing the two of them looking at him, the thin monk said embarrassedly: "You fight, there is nothing wrong with the little monk." ”

"Cloth Bag Monk?"

Lu Li was puzzled.

Isn't the Budai monk in the Seven Lucky Gods supposed to have been sacrificed to the Divine Disaster by the Childish Female Venerable, how did he appear here?

The fat monk shouted: "Budai, if you run away today, there will be no way to have you in the Arhat Fruit Position in the future, if you stay to fight, the Bodhisattva Fruit Position, you can also have one." ”

The thin cloth bag monk's face was full of hesitation, and he said after a while: "Venerable, you don't know, this kid is very powerful, his wife is Xuanyuan Sword Immortal!" ”

"Xuanyuan Sword Immortal?"

The fat monk hurriedly retreated, cautiously looking around, without any breath of Xuanyuan Sword Immortal, and then he put his mind at ease.

For five thousand years, Xuanyuan Sword Immortal has guarded Dongsheng Divine Continent, and it is really terrifying to kill the gods and demons of all continents, and when they hear her name, they will be frightened.

Lu Li looked at him playfully and said, "Sangha Nanda Great Compassion Bodhisattva Mahasattva, the long-armed Arhat in folklore. In fact, you don't have to hide, from the moment you step into Dongsheng Divine Continent, you will be a dead man! ”

"......"

The screeching sound of brakes resounded through the night sky, and Lan Hua fixed the talisman, got up from the red chair in the cab, and turned to open the door.

The driver's room and the stateroom were connected, and the position where he opened the door was blocked behind the long-armed Arhat.

At the same time, the cloth bag monk screamed and fell back into the car.

Because there was a strange scene outside the window.

A black extended luxury car floated outside the window, and the car was on par with the high-speed train that was speeding at 300 kilometers per hour.

A "little boy" poked his head out of the window and looked at him triumphantly.

The "little boy" said, "Zi said, you are dead!" ”