Monk Huiqing shouted a long Buddha horn, even if the danger was imminent, he did not panic at all!

Seeing Monk Huiqing's calm face, Scarface was a little dissatisfied in his heart, and his speed was even faster.

In front of Scarface, there was a square iron dart shot out by Fei Heng's dart, and a burst of breaking air sounded on the dart.

Monk Huiqing held his breath, his palms sank first, and then his hands pushed forward, and the majestic internal force tilted out, directly shaking these iron darts upside down and flying out.

Scarface was already behind this iron dart, and now he saw the iron dart flying upside down, and he was so frightened that he was about to turn around, but his body was already in the air, and his feet had no way to borrow strength, even if he dodged in time, his thighs were also cut by the flying iron darts a few long cuts.

Scarface screamed, and a spin fell from the ground.

He lifted the robe from his thigh, only to see that three iron darts were still stuck in his legs, and there were still three long blood marks on his thighs, which were dripping blood.

As soon as Scarface gritted his teeth, he was about to pull out the dart, but was stopped by Fei Heng's dart.

"Miscellaneous hair, don't use your hands directly, I'm marked with poison, if you force it out with external force, the toxicity will spread immediately, but it will only take half an hour, and you will be killed!"

Scarface was dumbfounded: "Oh, you stupid pig, just darts, and poison?" ”

Fei Heng Dart smiled: "Isn't this afraid of meeting a master!" Don't worry, you can use your internal force to force these darts out of your body little by little, but don't get up at will! ”

Scar's face gave him a blank look, so he had to slowly sit on the ground and start exercising.

But at this moment, Monk Huiqing rushed towards the two of them, and the internal strength around him was full, setting off a strong wind.

Seeing this, Fei Heng Dart immediately put on a posture and was about to meet it.

In just a few breaths, the monk Huiqing had already arrived in front of Fei Heng Dart, and Fei Heng Dart saw Hui Qing's robe dancing, but he couldn't tell what move his hands were making.

Just when Fei Heng Dart was panicking, he saw that Monk Huiqing had punched him in front of him, so frightened that Fei Heng Dart hurriedly shook his head before dodging.

However, the monk Huiqing opened and closed his fists, chased after him, and beat Feiheng Dart to retreat one after another, and he had no power to fight back.

Scarface was also anxious to see it on the side, he could naturally tell how domineering Monk Huiqing's boxing technique was, but his leg was injured, and his help in the past was for nothing, so he had to watch anxiously.

The next moment, Fei Heng Dart rotated sideways one after another, dodging several punches, but as soon as he turned around, he saw that Monk Huiqing's right fist had already hit his chest.

So far, Fei Heng Dart has to run internal forces to resist.

Monk Huiqing leaned sideways, his right fist slammed into the chest of Fei Heng Dart, his left palm turned over, his palm faced the sky, his legs were tied very firmly, and his true qi traveled in his body, transforming internal force, and fighting with Fei Heng Dart.

Deng Fang saw it really in the back, but how did he, who hardly knew martial arts, know that the two of them had reached the critical moment of fighting for internal strength.

Just when Deng Fang was hesitating whether to help in the past, Monk Huiqing suddenly shouted: "Break!" ”

Then his left hand, which had been turned upwards, immediately changed and slammed it to the side, and a deafening explosion sounded in the air around him.

At the same time, Fei Heng's face was distorted, his expression was extremely painful, a large mouthful of blood spurted out, and his body flew upside down.

Deng Fang saw it clearly, obviously the old monk slapped to the left, how could the Feiheng dart on the right be knocked away?

"Fighting cattle across the mountains?!"

Fei Heng fell to the ground, already suffering internal injuries, he slowly raised his head from the ground, and looked at Monk Huiqing: "Shaolin monks are really good internal strength, I admire them!" ”

As soon as Deng Fang saw that Fei Heng's dart was soft, the scarred face sat cross-legged on the ground again, and immediately ran to Monk Huiqing's side: "Old monk, take advantage of the moment, kill them, it's a hundred." ”

When Monk Huiqing heard this, he immediately turned around, folded his hands, and said to Deng Fang reverently: "Amitabha, everything in heaven and earth is a living being, and the people in the old Buddha sect, if it is not a last resort, this killing ring is absolutely unavoidable!" ”

Seeing that the old monk was reluctant to do anything, Deng Fang wanted to persuade again, but he grabbed him and went away.

The battle here is over.

The only people left here were the dozen or so people who were caught in the acupuncture points, as well as the Fei Heng Dart who was lying on the ground vomiting blood and the scarred face that couldn't move.

……

Monk Huiqing took Deng Fang all the way through the forest, and the two did not stop until the middle of the day.

found a big tree that shaded the sun, Deng Fang leaned against the tree, very distressed, and recalled the words in those mouths just now.

"Li Yuanfeng? Tragic Heaven Sword Technique? ”

Monk Huiqing meditated on the side and asked Deng Fang, "Little donor, can you tell the old man about your affairs?" ”

Deng Fang stared at him, a little suspicious, he still remembered the matter of Zhang Jintai in his heart, and he didn't dare to trust others easily.

Seeing that Deng Fang didn't say a word, Monk Huiqing didn't force him, but closed his eyes and recited the Buddhist scriptures.

The sound of the Buddhist scriptures came into Deng Fang's ears, and although he didn't understand it very well, he felt that most of the boredom in his heart had been swept away and calmed down.

At this moment, it seemed that the heavens and the earth were quiet, although Deng Fang could still hear the voices of the outside world, it seemed that he had become one with the heavens and the earth.

Monk Huiqing opened his eyes and saw Deng Fang's calm look, and immediately rejoiced: "The little benefactor is talented and intelligent, but after listening to a few words from the old man, he actually settled into the middle of the house, and he really has a fate with my Buddha!" ”

"Huh? Yes! Am I related to the Buddha? Deng Fang looked stunned and speechless.

"Yes, you have just entered the concentration center, if you cultivate diligently, you will definitely have extraordinary concentration in the future!"

Deng Fang was a little confused: "Settled? What can you do? ”

Monk Huiqing smiled, stroked his beard with one hand, and said leisurely: "Concentration is freedom, and the old man's lifelong practice is the concentration of cultivation!" ”

"Cultivated for a lifetime? So how far have you got? ”

Monk Huiqing pursed his lips, spread his hands, and said proudly: "With the concentration of the poor monk, even if the young men and women are happy in front of me, the old man is still in the center!" ”

As he spoke, Monk Huiqing took out a yellowed ancient book from his body and handed it to Deng Fang.

"This supreme treasure is my Buddhist mastery, and today I will give it to you."

Monk Huiqing was very proud, as if he was very confident in this book.

Deng Fang took the ancient book and took a look, although the book was simple, it was very clean and tidy, and it looked like it was carefully preserved on weekdays.

Deng Fang touched the cover of the book, and heard the voice read: "Diamond Sutra." ”

Then, Deng Fang opened it casually, and saw that the homepage read: "Supreme and profound subtle method, millions of calamities are encountered......"

"What the hell! Do you want me to become a monk? Deng Fang shuddered, threw the book back, and hid aside.

Monk Huiqing was still proud, but he never thought that this ancient book that he had treasured for many years was thrown back by Deng Fang.

"Hey...... Don't you want all these treasures? Little donor, don't miss the opportunity! ”

Deng Fang shouted at him with disdain: "Isn't it good for me to be free? If I have to become a monk and take the ordination, I can't get along with myself? ”

"Oh, little donor, you have a relationship with the Buddha, you must not waste your wisdom!"

"Old monk, don't try to lie to me, I'm still a pure yang body, once I leave home, I won't lose a fortune!"