Jiang Han walked into the cellar and found that this cellar was five hundred square meters, and there were two-person high shelves on all sides, and the shelves were full of gold and silver treasures, rare treasures.

In the depths of the cellar were several rooms, in which three young girls were imprisoned, with tattered gauze skirts and unclothed clothes, and many whiplash wounds could be seen on their bodies.

When I saw someone coming in, I was also numb

"This Yuzhen monk really deserves to die!" Jiang Han's eyes were cold, and he said, "Save people!" Count the gold and silver treasures. ”

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Monk Yuzhen left the Yuli Temple and ran all the way to the west.

The Night Patrol Division has already found the Yuli Temple, and the Yuli Temple will definitely be exterminated this time, but the Yuzhen monk is not panicked, as long as he leaves here, he will find another place to change his name and surname, and continue, anyway, he has done it for so many years.

It's a pity that the gold, silver, and jewels he hid in the cellar must be searched by the Night Watchman.

"Jiang Han!" Monk Yuzhen thought with hatred in his heart, but unfortunately this person has some identities and is not easy to deal with, otherwise......

He had been running westward for an hour, and when he felt thirsty, he looked up, and saw a wine shed in front of him, with four or five worn-out tables in it.

The wine seller was an old man and a young girl, and there was only a big knife man drinking in the wine shed.

Monk Yuzhen stopped, his eyes moved slightly, and he strode into the wine shed: "Come and quench your thirst with two bowls of wine." ”

The old man didn't stop doing his business because Yu Zhen was a monk, so he let the little girl make two bowls of wine.

Monk Yuzhen took the wine bowl and drank it all, the clear wine entered his throat, and finally quenched his thirst, and then he could look at the three people in the wine shed with the corner of his eye.

A stiff old man.

A beautiful little girl.

and, the big knife man at the next table.

It was a man in a cloth robe, dusty, and in front of him, a knife was placed.

"Where did this monk come from?" The cloth-robed man picked up the wine bowl to himself, took a sip, and asked.

"Amitabha, the poor monk came from the Yuli Temple." Monk Yuzhen said with a smile.

The man in the cloth robe said: "It turned out to be a senior monk of Yuli Temple!" Yuli Temple is famous in Kyoto, and the monks have come out of the Yuli Temple, so I think the road is not shallow, but I would like to ask the monks for one thing. ”

Monk Yuzhen was still smiling: "I don't know if the donor has anything to ask the poor monk for?" ”

The cloth-robed man said: "I heard that the Buddha has an allusion to cutting meat to feed the eagle?" ”

"Not bad. I am a Buddha with compassion, so I can sacrifice myself to cross others. "Monk Yuzhen said.

The cloth-robed man said, "I just need something on the monk's body, I wonder if the monk can have this compassionate heart and cut that thing and give it to me?" ”

The smile on Monk Yuzhen's face gradually disappeared: "What is the donor talking about?" ”

"Your head!"

The cloth-robed man was cold and cold, his voice stopped, and the knife in his hand was pulled out and slashed towards Monk Yuzhen.

Monk Yuzhen had already taken precautions, dodged to avoid such a knife, and at the same time slammed his palm on his left side.

The palm is fierce, the sleeves of the robe are agitated, and there is a faint yin wind oozing out from under his palm, cold and strange!

"What a monk! There is such a vicious kung fu! ”

Shan Feng frowned, and the long knife in his hand was horizontal, blocking a palm!

Monk Yuzhen's five fingers were open, his nails were black and flashing, like five spikes, and his fingers were full of a cold and dull strange atmosphere.

"The donor has fallen into the devil, and the poor monk sends the donor to hell to repent!"

Monk Yuzhen sneered and grabbed at Shan Feng's throat.

Shan Feng didn't dare to be careless, and turned sideways to avoid this claw, and at the same time swung his knife and slashed out.

Between the lightning and the fire, the two have already passed three moves.

Although Monk Yuzhen has no weapons in his hands, the palm power of his hands is gloomy, and the yin qi is vertical and horizontal, even if there is a knife in his hand, it is also dangerous.

"His fingers are gloomy and weird, like dry bone palms, cold ice fingers like poisonous kung fu, a so-called monk, actually learned this kind of ruthless kung fu, really know people and don't know their hearts."

Shan Feng frowned, snorted lightly, the true qi on his body exploded, and he slashed several times in a row, and the terrifying knife qi directly overturned the wine shed, and the tables and chairs were affected by the knife qi, and they were directly blown to pieces.

"It's a good night patrol division, and he actually arranged a five-grade martial artist to deal with the poor monk, and he wanted to kill the poor monk, but it was not so easy!"

Monk Yuzhen leaned backwards, and the single front strode in pursuit.

Monk Yuzhen's body method is strange and flexible, and his palm power is also strange and gloomy, and the single-edged knife method is wide open and closed, no matter how the other party hits, just raise the knife and slash fiercely, and break the opponent's gloomy finger power with a fierce and unbridled knife energy.

After dozens of rounds, Monk Yuzhen only felt that the opponent's sword technique was fierce and fierce, and he was really a fierce opponent in his life, and he was secretly terrified if he was not careful.

A five-rank martial artist is enough, but who knows if there are any night watchmen nearby?

Monk Yuzhen suddenly recited: "Ji Shou took refuge in Emperor Su Xi, and bowed to the seven ...... on his head."

The breath on his body soared, and his palms struck out.

Shan Feng knew the power of this palm, and the true qi of his whole body condensed, and he slashed out the strongest knife in his life.

"Bang!"

Knife spirit!

Monk Yuzhen spurted a mouthful of blood, and his body fell backwards into the wine shed.

And Shan Feng also exhaled a breath, took a few steps back, only to feel a gloomy aura hit his body, and couldn't help but shiver.

Monk Yuzhen laughed fiercely, and was about to laugh at Shan Feng's incompetence, but at this moment, the little girl in the wine shed suddenly took out a short sword from a wine jar and stabbed at Monk Yuzhen.

So fast, what a sharp sword!

Monk Yuzhen was taken aback, and was about to strike out with his palm, but the little girl's short sword had already been stabbed, and suddenly her right shoulder was in sharp pain, and she had been stabbed with a sword.

He swung his palm violently, but the little sister had already jumped backwards.

What a deep martial arts!

Nothing worse than a single blade!

Monk Yuzhen was shocked and said, "Who are you?!" ”

The little girl waved the short sword in her hand, and a smile appeared on her beautiful face: "Master Yuzhen, formerly known as Guo Tao, is a wanted criminal in the imperial court, preaching evil gods and obscenity, forcing one hundred and seventy-three innocent lives to death, killing seven court officials, including a county magistrate...... Now he has become a monk, a master, and a great benevolent. ”

Monk Yuzhen's face turned pale, but he still grinned and said, "Which hero, which general, has never killed anyone since ancient times?" Never stained with human blood? Those famous generals, in a war, killed tens of thousands of people, those founding emperors, I don't know how many people they killed in their lives, no one said that they were murderers, only respected them as heroes. Poor monks only kill a few people, what is there? ”

The little girl approached with her sword and sneered: "What a hard-mouthed monk! Death is on the verge of death, and you don't know how to repent! ”

Monk Yuzhen said, "Who are you?" Which of the Night Watch? ”

The little girl said, "Elder of the Night Patrol Division, Xu Yuemian!" ”

This girl is Xu Yuemian!

Xu Yuemian's voice fell, and the short sword in his hand had already been swung!

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