The Dongyue Temple presided over by Fuxing Lao Dao is not small.

In addition to the courtyard that Su Hanshan saw, in the south of the hall dedicated to the three bronze and golden bodies of the Emperor Dongyue, there is a large square in front of the palace, with fences, old trees, pavilions, and incense burners.

On the east and west sides of the square, there are gods who accompany the temple.

And on the south side of the square, there is a tall shadow wall, outside the shadow wall is a stage, on the east and west sides of the stage, two rows of houses, respectively hung with different names such as bookstores and tea rooms, but all of them are big tobacco business.

Dongyue Temple welcomes guests during the day, all in the short street in front of the stage, and there are nearly 20 rooms on both sides.

Such a large field, of course, cannot be supported by only two people, Fuxing Lao Dao and Lao Ding.

In the early years, Fuxing Lao Dao received more than a dozen apprentices, and more than 20 miscellaneous servants such as Lao Ding.

It's just that today is the top disciple of Fuxing Old Dao, Shouquan Taoist, and his thirtieth birthday.

The staff of Dongyue Temple, starting from the evening, all went to the West Street Hongyun Restaurant to cheer up.

After all, Fuxing Lao Dao is an elder, if he has been present, he is afraid that the younger generations will not be able to let go, he is fat, he is not able to sit for a long time, and he is worried about the big cigarette at home, so he left early.

Lao Ding had a ghost in his heart, so he took the initiative to ask Ying to send Fuxing Lao Dao back.

After that, there was the scene that Su Hanshan saw.

After Su Hanshan took down these two people and interrogated a lot of the background of this world and the current situation of Songjiang Mansion, he also noticed that a large group of people were talking loudly, entering the scope of Dongyue Temple, and were passing through the short street in front of the stage, preparing to bypass the main hall and enter the courtyard behind.

Su Hanshan's heart moved, except for the chair he was sitting on, the cold ice that sealed the entire room was automatically dissolved, and only the cool air flow was left, which drifted away.

The group of Daoist Shouquan had just walked around the backyard from the corridor on the west side of the main hall when they felt a cold wind rushing up to their bodies.

Originally, everyone drank with hot eyes, red faces, and sweating profusely, but when they were blown by this cold wind, they didn't feel cold, but they were much sober.

"Oops, why did the old host's door break a big hole?"

There was a tall and thin man who pointed to the residence of the Fuxing Daoist and called out.

Daoist Shouquan looked fixedly, faintly through the big hole, and saw two figures kneeling inside, and suddenly his heart was shocked, and most of the mixed wine was dispersed.

Before he could ask aloud, the two figures had already gotten up and opened the door.

One is the old host of Dongyue Temple, and the other is the head of the group of miscellaneous thugs, but they are all embarrassed at the moment, and after opening the door, they stand on both sides of the gate, like two janitors.

"Shouquan!"

Fuxing Daoren's mouth opened, and a thousand thoughts turned in his heart, but he recalled the feeling of the ghost spell just now, and he didn't dare to have the luck of running away after all.

"Lao Ding and I have been doing evil all these years, and we have committed a lot of sins, just now we repented, and we have given Dongyue Temple away, and decided to do things under the hands of the new host to atone for our sins, why don't you come and meet the new host?!"

He tried his best to make a majestic appearance, posing as an old host for many years.

But as soon as he said this, he didn't hear the slightest response.

There are no fools in this group, seeing this scene, who doesn't know that the old host was coerced.

But at this time, whether it is to rush up and hack the thieves to death, or to really change the master, or to fall and scatter, someone has to take a charter.

Everyone looked at Daoist Shouquan.

In the few actions when the master got up and opened the door just now, Daoist Shouquan had already seen that the Taoist of Fuxing was hit by a knife in the back first, and then he was beaten and vomited blood, and he had a plan in his heart.

"Haha!"

Daoist Shouquan laughed out loud, "Friends in the house, I don't know how you managed to hold Lao Ding and my master, but I don't think the means are above board. ”

"Songjiang Mansion is mixed, don't look at the prosperity on the face, but secretly it is very chaotic, if you fall in love with the industry of Dongyue Temple, you can participate in the shares with silver and skills."

As he spoke, he walked forward, his steps were slow, and his feet were dull, like a drunkard.

"But if you think that you can run this place by yourself with just a few extorted title deed books and paper information, it would be too whimsical."

Su Hanshan sat on the ice chair, he was indeed holding the booklet in his hand, he was flipping through it, he didn't raise his head when he heard the words, and said indifferently: "Fuxing, Ding Xianshui, it seems that the two of you, although you are nominally the head of this place, in terms of prestige, it is not as good as this longevity ......."

Before he finished speaking, Daoist Shouquan's body suddenly leaned over and flashed into the room.

In today's atmosphere, no matter what the original background is, if someone wants to socialize, climb relationships, and talk about friendship with those foreigners, compradors, squires, and wealthy businessmen after they have become bigger, then they have to pay attention to their own identity.

Those lowly jobs of ushering in and sending to, sending hairy thieves, and breaking homes to collect accounts are by no means something that should be done by decent old men in person.

If someone starts a family and does these things himself, then no one will praise you for working hard, being shrewd and capable, and will only think that you are willing to be inferior and ashamed to be in company.

In recent years, Dongyue Temple has recruited so many miscellaneous thugs, which is precisely the reason.

In fact, when it comes to martial arts, Lao Ding and their miscellaneous servants add a piece, even if the old Taoist of Fuxing himself is pressed again, it is not enough for the Taoist priest to fight with one hand.

The slap of his leaning body flashed in, and the soles of his feet did not touch the threshold, but where he passed, the ironwood threshold that was as solid as a mountain rock had been cut in half by the invisible sword momentum.

Su Hanshan felt this breath and couldn't help but raise his eyes.

Dongyue temple ancestor handed down a set of knife techniques, known as "Mount Tai eighteen plates", it is said that a senior master of the Ming Dynasty, the eighteen mountain roads that are the most precipitous in Mount Tai are created.

The plank road winds up the mountain, the steepest and most urgent place, the latter person can only see the sole of the previous person's shoes, and if the former person dares to turn back, he can only see the top of the latter person's head.

When I first practiced this kind of knife technique, I only dared to use a wooden stick, because the knife had too many close movements.

After practicing small, using a steel knife and practicing bare-chested, often a set of knife techniques is practiced, and the hair on the back and the leg hair on the legs have to be swept clean by the blade.

In this way, after practicing the knife to the fullest, you can hide the knife close to your body, and send the knife with your backhand, and in a flash of the knife, you can cut a person's hair vertically into eight.

The sword of Shouquan Taoist had been practiced to such a realm a year ago.

But his knife skills are good, and the knife is even better!

It was a five-foot knife, which was usually carried diagonally behind him in a cloth bag wrapped in coarse cloth.

The whole knife is five feet long, and the handle of the knife is one foot, as thick as a goose egg, and slightly bent like a pine root.

The gauntlet of the knife is a black box half a foot square, which is quite heavy when you look at it.

The blade of the knife is about a palm wide, painted with black lacquer, at first glance, the head of the knife is round and blunt, and the knife is heavy, but it does not show any sharpness.

There is also a chain, stretched out from the black box guard, along the blade inlay and bite, around the round blunt head, and then along the back of the knife, the threads are closed, back into the black box.

But when Daoist Shouquan took out the knife, this thick and blunt knife suddenly erupted into a buzz.

The chain, which was embedded in the edge of the blade, moved with a terrifying speed.

The steel wheel in the black box guard drives the entire chain to rotate, forming a sharp edge enough to cut through steel.

The internal force of human beings, when conveyed through this high-speed rotating chain, also forms a kind of chaotic, tearing and destroying edge.

In this case, if something touches the blade chain, then whether it is a thousand-year-old ironwood or a hundred refined steel, it will naturally only end up as detritus.

But even if someone wants to hit the blade sideways, they will also encounter those misty blades.

"Chainsaw?"

Su Hanshan just raised his eyes and looked at the knife with a strange look with a bit of familiarity and surprise.

From this point of view, the entire body of Daoist Shouquan had stopped halfway.

He felt that everything around him was covered with a layer of ice blue.

Even the light air seemed to have turned into an eternal ice, imprisoning the entire room, leaving him no room for movement.

"What ?!! sorcery?"

Daoist Shouquan was shocked in his heart, and suddenly realized that his master might not have been caught after being sneak attacked.

But he has already gone to the knife, and there is no room for irreparation, so he can only go one way to the end.

Fortunately, although his body was restrained and the knife was not swung, the chain of the blade was still turning.

His lower abdomen and the part of his heart emitted a strong light, and even illuminated the surface of the clothing, representing all the power, which was violently urged in an instant, pouring into the "treasure knife" and accelerating it.

The black box gauntlets and chains, making a roaring noise that caused a large number of cracks to spread in the ice-blue air.

Daoist Shouquan suddenly drew his knife, the shadow of the knife flew over, and a chainsaw treasure knife was used by him like a big black butterfly, flying close to his body.

In an instant, eighteen sword shadows struck out from up and down his body, shoulders, waist, legs, and smashing the Xuanbing Seven Wheel Enchantment, imprisoning him around his body.

Daoist Shouquan roared, and all the sword shadows were condensed into one.

The black blade was so dark at this moment that it was so black that it was shiny, and it was so black that it was shining.

Because the speed of swinging the knife was too fast, the entire blade seemed to be dragged out, and it also left an image in the air that was bent by the tremendous force.

What about hexics?!

When the sects in various places raised troops, I don't know how many people claimed to be able to use spells, but they were splashed with black dog blood and lost the menstrual cloth, and the law was broken.

The senior brothers and sisters who can really sit on the altar are invulnerable, and they kill the heads of the yamen, relying on a high level of martial arts.

Even if you know some witchcraft, but at such a close distance, you have been broken by the demon law, see how you can stop this invincible overseas magic sword?!

Click!!

Su Hanshan raised his right hand and grabbed the chainsaw that was slashing diagonally.

The moment the young man's palm with a thin callus came into contact with the blade of the chainsaw, it seemed to flash an extremely bright fire.

The frantically rotating blade chain suddenly stopped, and the roaring black box gauntlet also suddenly lost its voice, only the place where the blade and the chain connected, emitting high-temperature green smoke.

Daoist Shouquan was blinded by the bright light just now, and gradually recovered, but he felt as if he was blind and saw a scene that he couldn't accept.

This treasure knife was a reward he received from the prefect of Songjiang.

In the Dutch capital workshop, this kind of treasure knife was developed only three years ago, and according to the timing of Westerners, it is not difficult to make a blade chain with a speed of less than 5,000 per minute.

However, if the speed exceeds 10,000, the requirements for the black box gauntlet are extremely high, and it requires strong craftsmen to make them by hand.

The knife obtained by Daoist Shouquan has a speed of nearly 20,000 per minute, in addition to the built-in energy, it is more suitable for being pushed by people with the assistance of internal force, and the annual output of the entire Netherlands does not exceed five hundred.

He really couldn't imagine that one day someone would grab the "blade" with his bare hands when the knife was at its highest speed.

Just when he was sluggish, Su Hanshan grabbed the chainsaw and kicked him in the chest.

Shouquan Taoist priest shot out backwards.

The Taoist thugs in the courtyard just saw the senior brother draw his knife and break in, and the room seemed to be stimulated by some color and bright light, and the senior brother flew out again.

The two Taoist priests standing at the very front didn't have time to dodge, and were hit by Shouquan Taoist priests, flying left and right.

Their feeling was not as simple as being hit by a heavy object, but as if there was a surging force like a wave, pouring into the two of them from the senior brother.

So, when they bumped into others, these forces were distributed to others.

One hits two, two hits four, four hits eight, and the routes that fly out upside down are all ingenious, and they all fly in the blink of an eye.

Knock knock knock!!

Su Hanshan only kicked out one person, but he knocked all the people standing in the courtyard into the chain and smashed them on the back door and back wall of the main hall of the temple one after another.

Their bodies were pressed against the wall, and for a while, they only felt that the surging force was still driving their bodies and squeezing the wall.

Thanks to the sturdy wall, after a while, the bodies of these people slowly slid down from the wall.

The limbs of the crowd seemed to be scattered, and they couldn't even move their throats and jaws, and they couldn't make a sound.

There was a dead silence in the courtyard.

"Drag them to the door, and I'll curse them all later."

Fuxing Daoist and Lao Ding heard the order in the house and hurriedly stepped forward to drag people.

The first thing that Fuxing Daoist dragged was his most proud disciple.

He looked at this proud apprentice, but his eyes were a little complicated now.

Not to mention whether Shou Quan can kill the people in the house or not, he was so decisive just now, he didn't think about it, what if the other party gave his master some unique secret medicine?

Did this kid not take this into account, or did he do it on purpose?

Hum! I'm going to be cursed by that man anyway.

In the room, Su Hanshan was looking at the chainsaw in his hand.

He didn't really use the palm of his flesh to catch the chainsaw.

Even if his arm has completed the tempering of the true form stage, he has no interest in trying his palm skin and chainsaw blade, who is harder.

He gathered a lot of power in the palm of his hand, and the moment he grabbed the chainsaw, the power was already poured into the entire chainsaw, and the engine was stopped at the same time.

Otherwise, if he grabbed it hard, the entire blade chain should be blown to pieces, and the engine would be damaged, how could it be preserved intact?

Su Hanshan is still a little curious about this special chainsaw that does not loosen the internal force when rotating at high speed, but can become more chaotic and more lethal.

But he soon realized that it wasn't really a chainsaw.

Inside the black box gauntlet, in addition to the engine, there is another chamber, which is filled with a clear liquid, which is not like any kind of fuel that Su Hanshan knew in his previous life.

After casting a spell on those people and giving them a taste of what it feels like to have a spell attack.

The first question Su Hanshan asked Shouquan was about these fuels.

"This is an explosive in the shape of water and oil, which is said to react with most types of true gas, from an explosive that explodes when it encounters fire, and is useless without fire, to a continuous and stable fuel."

After Shou Quan saw the scene of the chainsaw with his empty hands, he was a little shaken, and experienced the spell again, and now looking at Su Hanshan's gaze, he was full of awe, searching his intestines and scraping his stomach, and answering everything he knew.

"Originally, this thing is said to be a You Fang Langzhong surnamed Xu in the late Ming Dynasty, on the territory of foreigners, for a white nun published a book about the sun, and then was chased and killed by the knights of the Nestorian Religion, and a large group of them invented this gunpowder when they fled to Wanguo Island, and killed the pursuers."

"Emperor Tianqi of the Ming Dynasty got this formula and wanted to use it to counterattack Manchuria, and secretly made it in the capital, but it was destroyed by Manchurian masters, causing a big explosion, and then wanted to make it during the later Chongzhen years, and I didn't know the formula."

"It was also the chaos in the world a few decades ago, and I don't know that it was excavated from that ancient tomb and spread out, and each power has made its own improvements."

"Only the Dutch people make the best water and oil explosives like this in the chainsaw, and if I run out, I will have to buy it from the prefect's yamen."

Su Hanshan asked with interest: "I heard Fuxing say that under the prefect's hands, in addition to those soldiers who are wandering around, the real elite are eight hundred gunners, three hundred knife hands, the so-called three hundred knife hands, they don't use this kind of 'treasure knife', right?" ”

"Exactly."

Shou Quan hurriedly said, "But in terms of knife skills, among the three hundred knife hands, except for the three team generals, no one can beat me alone." ”

"Your martial arts, ......"

Su Hanshan put the chainsaw aside and picked up the booklet again.

Only then did Shou Quan see clearly that the booklet was not an account book, but the internal strength of Dongyue Temple's "Yanghou Danding Neiwen".

"You've cultivated to the realm of the Middle Dantian, right?"

Su Hanshan already knew that the martial arts of this world did not pay attention to the tempering ladder, but it was not the same as the path of the Southern Song Dynasty.

After they developed the dantian qi sea, their internal force cultivation was pure, full of limbs and hundreds of veins, and the next step was to develop the middle dantian, also known as the Kaijiang Palace.

The lower dantian refines the energy and miscellaneous qi and turns it into mellow internal strength, and the middle dantian refines the heart and blood vitality and turns it into strong internal strength.

According to Su Hanshan's speculation and verification just now, the realm of Zhongdantian can already be equal to the ladder in terms of combat power.

After the middle dantian is strong and complete, it is necessary to open the dantian, refine the subconscious aura, and turn it into a mysterious internal skill.

Whether the upper dantian can be equal to the entire true form realm, Su Hanshan does not know for the time being.

Dongyue Temple's exercises, only recorded to the realm of the upper dantian, the founder of the lack of knowledge, for the higher realm, just heard of it, hastily mentioned a few strokes, called the jade liquid Dan.

According to the experience of the people of Fuxing Dao, the four major forces that fought in Songjiang Mansion at the beginning all had a master of returning Dan to survive.

"Three Dantians...... The jade liquid is returned to the pill ......"

"I haven't even reached the True Form Extreme Realm, so I only have half a year to learn from the mysteries that may be related to the Xuan Fetus, and I really can afford to look down on me."

Su Hanshan's fingers tapped lightly on the tabletop, thinking endlessly in his heart, but his eyes had unconsciously revealed a bright fighting spirit.

"Then let me try, in the past six months, is it enough for me to experience the characteristics of local martial arts in depth, and is it enough for me to do more things that are pleasing to the eye in addition to practice."

Just a copy of Danding Neiwen, the manpower of a Dongyue Temple, no matter from which angle, is not enough.

Fortunately, the annual gathering of the Yamen of the Songjiang Prefect and the major temples of Songjiang Prefecture was not long after.

(End of chapter)