Seeing that the situation was not good, the little monk pulled his legs and ran out of the house, but as soon as he stepped out of the door, two tall figures blocked his way.

"Amitabha, if you do too much injustice, you will kill yourself." Wujie only took out one palm, and knocked the little monk out of the eaves, and he couldn't climb up.

Yan Yunting rushed into the guest room, and while the old monk was fighting with the woman, he saw the opportunity to swoop the old monk to the ground, and then smashed it with an iron fist, "pop and ......pop" A few fists came down, and the old monk's face swollen into a pig's head.

"Don't fight, don't fight......" The old monk begged for mercy again and again.

Yan Yunting threw the old monk out of the guest room and scolded: "From the moment I entered the temple, I saw that you are not good things, old things, your retribution is coming!" ”

"But beg the knight to spare his life...... "The old monk is weak."

"Spare your life?" Yan Yunting trampled the old monk on the soles of his feet and asked in a cold voice, "There is a village at the foot of the mountain that was robbed and slaughtered, but you did it?" ”

"No, no...... It's the black-faced Dharma Yuangan, he is the bandit leader of Dinggou Mountain, I can open a black temple at most and plunder people's money...... Chivalry, master, woman, for my age, just go around me! The old monk hugged Yan Yunting's thigh and cried and begged.

Wujie closed his eyes and shook his head slowly.

The woman in blue said: "This old thing, if you let him go, I don't know how many people I have harmed, I must kill him!" ”

"Then go to hell." Yan Yunting pulled out his scimitar and slashed the old monk's neck, resulting in his sinful life.

The little monk trembled with fright, and hurriedly knelt down and kowtowed: "They forced me, I have never killed anyone, spare my life, spare my life!" ”

Yan Yunting picked up the little monk from the ground, untied his belt and tied his hands, and said, "Lead the way, go to the bandits' den!" ”

The little monk stumbled and ran outside the temple.

The fire had spread to the entire row of chambers, and under the heavy rain, there was a strong smell of burning, and the fire was so big that the bandits would come down the mountain to find it without going up the mountain.

"Girl, I said that these monks are bad people, I didn't lie to you, right?" Yan Yunting smiled at the woman in blue.

The woman in blue snorted lightly: "There are few monks in the world who are good things. ”

Wujie frowned slightly, "Female donor, one-sided." ”

"Whirring ......" the wind is sluggish, the rain is rustling, the ancient trees are shaking, and the phantom is measured.

"By the way, I suddenly remembered, listen to the old bald ...... No, the old thief said, there are sixty-seven people in the bandit nest in Dinggou Mountain, and the three of us just come to the door, will it be too abrupt? Yan Yunting suddenly realized the problem of the disparity in the number of enemies and friends.

"What are you afraid of, how many of these guys who have fallen into the grass can fight? I'm not afraid to do it alone! The woman in blue puffed up her proud chest, looking righteous and resolute.

The little monk spoke at this time: "Woman, I have seen the black-faced Buddha split a big stone with one palm, he is very powerful......

"How big a stone?" Yan Yunting frowned.

The little monk said: "The black mountain stone ...... as wide as half a zhang"

That's at least the force of the Upper Xuan Realm, or even higher. Yan Yunting's heart was a little weak, bandits are much more difficult to deal with than poisonous people, not to mention such powerful bandits, he proposed: "Or...... Shall we go down the mountain to report to the official? Call someone to handle it? ”

"It's too late." Wujie shook his head slightly.

But on the mountain road, a dense light suddenly appeared, and dozens of bandits carrying lanterns and torches rushed down the mountain in the heavy rain.

Seeing this, the little monk ran into the bandits, and shouted: "Big boss, they killed the second boss, you can save it-"

"Bang!"

"Ahh

As soon as the fire gun sounds, Mom and Dad raise it in vain!

The little monk screamed and fell to the ground.

Yan Yunting blew it. Gun. The smoke of gunpowder in the mouth, "If you don't run, Lao Tzu won't kill you." ”

The bandits gathered and came down the mountain, the leader rode a black horse, and was dressed in black, and his face was as black as coal, if it wasn't for the sufficient fire, he really couldn't see his facial features, he had a bald head, and he was also a monk, presumably the black-faced Dharma was round.

"Fence them up!" With Fa Yuan's order, sixty or seventy mountain bandits formed a large circle and surrounded Yan Yunting and the three of them.

"Big Boss...... They...... They killed the second and fourth masters, and they ...... They ...... "The little monk took his last breath, and died before he finished speaking."

"Amitabha, this fellow sect, everyone is a Zen practitioner, why don't you put down the butcher's knife and don't add more killing." Without rings, he clasped his hands together and made a gesture at the black-faced Buddha.

"Harm! Poor monk, if you persuade him to put down the butcher's knife, isn't it seeking the skin of a tiger? The woman in blue pulled out her sword and said, "Why bother with Rory, come to fight!" ”

"You killed my two younger brothers, and I want you to pay for your lives!" The black-faced Buddha grabbed the horse's belly, soared into the air, and grabbed Yan Yunting at the front with tiger claws!

Yan Yunting pulled out his gall and instantly slashed a sword qi! Who knew that the black-faced Buddha didn't avoid it at all, and offset the sword qi with a palm in the air, and the speed did not decrease at all-

"Smack!" He slapped his palm on the gall, and Yan Yunting took five or six steps to stabilize his body!

Yan Yunting suppressed the blood in his heart, if Fang Cai's palm was slapped on his body, he was afraid that all his internal organs would be rotten, this guy must be a Nirvana master!

"Boy, your sword is good, it can block my palm!" The black-faced Buddha shouted hideously, stepped forward and slapped Yan Yunting with a palm.

Yan Yunting didn't dare to resist anymore, and hurriedly retreated!

"I'm coming!" The woman in blue was about to get up, but Yan Yunting dragged her and retreated, "You fart, he has Nirvana force!" ”

At the last moment, Wujie flashed out, facing the black-faced Buddha, and hit it hard with a single palm-

"Smack!" The two palms clashed, and the huge palm force shook the hurricane, blowing the rain in a radius of thirty zhang and diverting it.

The black-faced Buddha flew out more than ten zhang, and took more than a dozen steps back to barely stabilize his body, and then looked at Wujie, his expression was indifferent, and he did not move at all.

"This ...... Wandering monk, is he so powerful? The woman in blue was secretly shocked.

"Amitabha, Fa Yuan, I see that you are practicing Zen martial arts, presumably you have also practiced Zen theory, why do you want to fall into the grass and go against the grain?" Wujie whispered softly, but it seemed to be questioning.

"To be a monk? Do you eat fasting and chant Buddha all day long? Scold...... Now in troubled times, the weak eat the strong, I am a coward, there is money and women, and I am happier than the emperor! The black-faced Buddha smiled proudly, and threw out the temptation to Wujie:

"Monk, I see that your strength is not bad, and we are the same sect, why don't you follow me into the grass, I will let you sit on the second golden chair!"

Wujie shook his head and whispered, "Thief." ”

As he spoke, he dodged away, leaving only an afterimage.

When the words fell, he came to the black-faced Buddha, grabbed his neck and pinched it gently, "Poof! The black-faced Buddha spurted out a mouthful of blood and died violently.

"The head of the thief is dead, you must put down the butcher's knife and leave within ten breaths, otherwise you will fall into hell, and the Buddha will not cross!" The unprecepted proclamation.