As the two of them spoke, the charcoal fire in the hearth was red, beeping and beeping, and it was burning vigorously, and the little novice held a long-handled cup and ladle, and took out several pieces of clean and crystalline snow from a kettle, and put them into the green and white glazed pot of Longquan kiln on the stove to boil.

Zhao Ying said: "The Tang tortoise Meng wrote, 'Come and sit among the pines and watch the snow on the boiled pines'. Literati have always loved snow boiled tea for ten minutes. May I ask the abbot, is this the new snow this year?"

Zhan Zhi shook his head slightly and said with a smile: "None, none." Snow, the cold of heaven and earth, sweet and cold five poisons, but the snow melt water is mellow and sweet, but there is a lingering earthy atmosphere, if it is stored in a clean urn, after years to take it, boiled tea can play the effect of fragrance and flavor. This snow was picked up from the plum branches in the temple last winter. ”

Zhao Ying clapped his hands and said, "I see." ”

Zhan Zhi said: "The foundation of all tastes, water is the beginning." The snow water is mellow and sweet, but after a year of underground storage, the water is too cold, and it is necessary to set up a charcoal fire and fry it with a live fire to remove its coldness. After speaking, he sat with his eyes closed, silent for a long time, as if he was in a state of meditation. Seeing this, Zhao Ying stopped speaking and sat upright on the chair.

The fire was booming, and after a while, the snow was boiling, but Zhan Zhi didn't seem to hear it, and sat still. After another moment, the tea smoke curled, Zhan Zhi's eyes suddenly opened, and asked, "Do you have crab eyes?"

Xiao Shami looked at the water in the green and white glazed pot, and there were already a lot of small blisters in the water, and said, "Yes." ”

Zhan Zhi nodded slightly to Xiao Shami and said, "Turn the fire down." ”

After another while, Xiao Shami cooked the tea soup, poured it into the Jian'an black glazed rabbit pot with the blue and white glaze pot of Longquan kiln, held it up with a tea saucer, and respectfully served it to Zhao Ming. Zhao Ying took it in his hand and said with a smile: "Thank you, little master." ”

Zhan Zhi smiled and said, "'Sit and drink the water, and watch the dust.'" There is no reason to hold a bowl and send it to tea lovers. 'Your Highness, please have tea. ”

Zhao Ying took a sip, but felt that his cheeks were fragrant, and he couldn't help but praise: "Good tea!" This tea soup is clear in color, sweet in taste, and the nectar stored by the master is not subject to dirt, and drinking it is enough to break the cold. ”

Zhan Zhi smiled and said: "If Your Highness likes it, there is still an urn of plum snow in the cellar of the old man, and the old man will send it to the Venerable Mansion tomorrow." ”

Zhao Ying said: "Thank you so much Abbot." Wei Zijun has a poem, 'Cooking snow in a cup of tea on the bridge, searching for dry intestines. He was cooking snow and tasting tea on the Linqing Bridge, and his ears were filled with the sound of the sheng flute of the mountains and forests, which suddenly meant that the fate of life and customs was completely eliminated. Xiao Wang is in the Mingqing Temple at this time, the wind pushes the pine waves, drinks tea instead of drunk, and there is also a sense of washing the vulgar intestines, and many troubles disappear, and the two can be said to be different and return to the same place. ”

Zhan Zhi smiled: "'Cleanliness should not be defiled, and it is troublesome to drink and cleanse the dust.'" 'Your Highness praises falsely, and the old man is ashamed to be ashamed. ”

The guest and host drank tea for a while, and Zhao Ying said: "Xiao Wang heard that in your temple, there are high monks and great virtues stationed here, deep and mysterious, and there is no barrier to debate, and I heard that the monks and laymen are all in their hearts. Xiao Wang is not presumptuous, but also bothered the master to introduce one or two. ”

Zhan Zhi said with a smile: "Your Highness is very well-informed, Master Keqin of Jinshan Temple, Master Deguang of Asoka Temple, Master Lotus Pond of Jiangxin Temple, these eminent monks came to visit our temple yesterday. Your Highness, please. He stood up and led Zhao Ying and his party to the Daxiong Treasure Hall.

Bai Yixue was on duty in front of the Daxiong Treasure Palace, and saw from a distance that the abbot of Zhanzhi was leading a group of people, and Yang Cao's figure was among them, knowing that Zhao Ming, the king of Pu'an County, had arrived. When he got closer, he took a closer look, and he was not surprised, it turned out that Zhao Ying was the noble son he met when he was talking on the street that day, and then looked at the entourage behind him, and saw that the man with the face of the Quartet was also among them.

Zhao Ying was led by the abbot of Zhanzhi and entered the Daxiong Treasure Palace. Yang Cao also saw Baiyi Xue from a distance, stepped a few steps, came to his side, and said with a smile: "Brother, I haven't seen you for many days, I miss my brother." Saying that, he was introduced to the people in the palace one by one, and the man with the face of the Quartet turned out to be the head of the Pu'an Palace, surnamed Zhang, and named Yandai.

Zhang Yandai said with a smile: "Brother Yang doesn't know, Brother Bai and I have known each other for a long time. ”

Yang Caoqi said: "I've known each other for a long time?"

Zhang Yandai laughed. Bai Yixue remembered that her money was empty that day, and the cost of the photo was still paid by Zhang Yandai, and she couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.

Zhang Yandai saw that he was radiant, there was no sadness between his eyebrows, and said with a smile: "Little brother, your friend's health is good, right?"

Bai Yixue didn't expect him to remember this, and hurriedly said: "Thank you Manager Zhang for your concern, it's already good." ”

Zhang Yandai smiled and said, "That's good, that's good." ”

Yang Cao said with a smile: "It turns out that Manager Zhang and my brother have had a relationship for a long time, and that is really good." Another day, Yang will be the east and set up a table in the Sanyuan Building, I don't know if Manager Zhang is willing to appreciate his face?"

Zhang Yandai said with a smile: "I can't ask for it, but I can't drink enough, and Yang Duxiao will have to be merciful when the time comes." ”

Yang Cao said with a smile: "Where does Mr. Zhang speak, I heard from the prince that your amount of alcohol is unfathomable." ”

While everyone was chatting in front of the hall, there were a few strange noises in the hall of the Great Hero, faintly mixed with Zhan Zhi's angry shouts. Zhang Yandai, Yang Cao, Bai Yixue and the others all changed their faces, thinking that Abbot Zhanzhi was graceful, if it wasn't for the amazing changes, why did they come to this?

The hall is deep, and the niche lamps are dim and unclear, but everyone's eyes are sharp, and as soon as they enter the hall, they are all stunned by the scene in front of them. I saw that the abbot of Zhan Zhi stood up in front of Zhao Ming, and a few feet away from him, a tall and fat black-clothed monk slapped three palms in the air, although the three palms were silent, but with each palm he swung out, Zhan Zhi's chest seemed to have received a heavy blow, and a mouthful of blood immediately spurted out of his mouth. On the futon not far behind the black-clothed monks, there were still two black-clothed monks sitting upright, looking up at the fight in front of them, and in the darkness, their faces were not clear.

Zhang Yandai was stunned for a moment, and shouted: "There are assassins! There are assassins!" Drawing his sword in his hand, he jumped up in the air, and the long sword stabbed straight at the head of the tall and fat black-clothed monk like lightning, intending to make him withdraw his palm and return to protect it. When others were in mid-air, they saw a black-clothed monk sitting on the ground with a "huh" sound, stretched out his right arm, and his palm was hollow, only to hear the sound of "snort" and "snort" in the air, and the true qi in his palm was like a sharp sword and frost sword, slashing straight over.

The strength of the air splits the air, the hissing sound makes people sound frightened, Zhang Yandai knows it well, he is in the air, and he twists his body to avoid it, Rao is so, there is a crisp sound of cracking, and the corner of Zhang Yandai's clothes has been cut off by the palm edge of the black-clothed monk. At this moment, the tall and fat black-clothed monk slapped again, Zhan Zhi was difficult to resist, and with a muffled snort in his mouth, he could no longer support it, and his body sat down on the ground softly.

The white-clothed snow and Yang Cao's hearts were shocked, and Zhang Yandai's kung fu was exquisite, but in front of the black-clothed monk who attacked with his palm, he was vulnerable.

Seeing that the situation was dangerous, Yang Cao couldn't think about it, and threw a single knife in his hand, whining in the air, and shot towards the tall and fat black-clothed monk. The single knife is extremely fast, and he came to the front of the black-clothed monk in an instant, only to see a slight surprise in his eyes, stretched out his right hand and flicked it lightly on the blade, and the single knife immediately deviated to one side, castration did not decrease, and with a "ding" sound, it was inserted into a bronze Buddha statue in the main hall, and it was not in the handle.

Just like that, Zhang Yandai and the others grabbed in front of Zhao Ying, and Fang Shi saw the other party's appearance clearly.

The three black-clothed monks all have high noses and deep eyes, bearded hair, and ear decorations with a pair of golden double rings, and their appearance is strange, the difference is that the standing monk is tall and fat, with white skin, and the second monk sitting upright on the ground, the one in the east is sturdy, with a red face and red eyes, as if he has been drunk, and the first one in the west is thin and thin, with a dull complexion and a depressed expression, as if he is seriously ill.

Zhang Yandai stared at the three black-clothed monks intently, in case the other party broke out, and asked in a low voice, "Your Highness, are you not injured?"

Zhao Jin's face turned pale, and he said in a trembling voice: "No...... Don't worry. Let's see how Master Zhan Zhi is injured?"

Zhang Yandai's eyes flickered, and he saw Zhan Zhi's face like gold paper, his eyes were scattered, and the blood in his mouth gushed out, soaking through a large piece of monk's robe on his chest. Zhang Yandai frowned and said, "Master, master......"

Zhan Zhi was dying and said, "Old man...... If you can't do it, it's ...... Take the prince away......"

Zhao Ying cried and shouted, "Master......"

Zhang Yandai saw that in the corner of the main hall, there were still three old monks lying in wait, but their bodies were motionless, and it was obvious that they had been pointed at acupuncture points, thinking that it was Keqin, Deguang and Master Lianchi, and he was shocked and angry in his heart, and shouted: "Who are you? If you dare to commit a crime, are you not afraid of committing a capital crime?"

The red-faced monk and the yellow-faced monk slowly stood up, and said in a loud voice, "Yuanlong." One was weak and said: "Yuan Hu." The white-skinned monk also said loudly: "Yuan Xiang." ”

Zhang Yandai and Yang Cao had never heard of the names of the three of them, and they didn't care about it, but Bai Yixue was shocked in her heart, remembering that when her teacher Hu Wanggui taught art in the past, he once commented on today's first-class masters, including Yuanlong, Yuanhu, and Yuanxiang, which are known as the "Three Uniques of the Western Regions". The three of them are all senior monks of the Nalanda Temple of the Western Regions Flower Sect, and their martial arts are the best in the West. Nalanda Temple is far away in a foreign land, and the Three Absolute Regions of the Western Regions rarely go to Middle-earth, and unexpectedly meet them in Lin'an City.

Zhang Yandai held his sword in his chest, waited intently, and said, "The monks are merciful, why did several lamas hurt people for no reason? Do you know what a great sin you have committed?"

The white-skinned Yuan Xiang said lightly: "Entrusted by people, loyal to people." ”

Zhang Yandai's face changed, and he shouted: "Who is entrusted by people?!" Yuanlong and the three of them were all blank and silent.

Yang Cao saw that Zhan Zhi's breath was dying and his life was dying, although Zhao Ying had escaped a catastrophe, his face was already frightened and pale, and he had no usual look, so he couldn't help but stumble and said angrily: "Fart!

The yellow-faced Yuan Hu glanced at the guards of the forbidden army who were swarming in from outside the hall, and said weakly: "Senior brother, it's useless to talk more, let's do it." The forearm of his right hand was raised in front of his chest, his palm was outward, and he waved his palm towards Zhao Ying.

He looked sick, his palms were green and yellow, without the slightest luster, the back of his palms was covered with green tendons, the ten fingers were sharp and long, and the fingers naturally stretched upward, this palm was also very plain, but Zhang Yandai, Yang Cao and others who were in front of Zhao Ying only felt that the other party's palm power was surging like a mountain and a sea, and he suddenly felt that his breath was suffocated and it was difficult to breathe. Zhang Yandai was taken aback, he didn't dare to pick up his front, lightly stretched his left arm, hugged Zhao Jin's waist, his feet were a little, and his body flashed to the back side.

Yang Cao was worried that Yuan Hu's palm wind would hurt Zhao Yin, so he immediately stood still, waved his arms, and tried his best to block, but the opponent's palm power hit like a raging wave, only to feel that his arms were about to break. Immediately followed by Yuan Hu's palm, the palm force smashed heavily on his chest like a thick wall, and the poplar grass throat was sweet, and blood shot out of his mouth, splashing several feet away.

Bai Yixue was taken aback, thinking: "Could it be that this is what the master said about the Flower Sect's 'Shi Fearless Great Mudra'?" The situation was critical, and he had no time to think about it, and shouted: "Wu Nahu monk, don't hurt my brother!" Jumping forward, the long sword in his hand made a move "Ten Thousand Points of Snow Fengqing", the sword momentum was strange, and the sword edge was ever-changing, and within one move, it attacked eighteen key points around Yuanhu's body, intending to let Yuanhu withdraw his palm to protect himself.

Yuan Xiang let out a soft "huh" in his mouth, and thought secretly: "How can there be so many masters among Zhao Yin's guards?" The figure shook, and he waved his palm from the side of the white-clothed snow. The white-clothed snow long sword had not yet stabbed Yuan Hu, but Yuan Xiang's palm power was the last to come first. Bai Yixue was in mid-air, at first he only felt that the other party's palm power was gentle, and there was a pleasant feeling like a spring breeze on his body. He was frightened, stepped on his feet, and performed the superior light skill of the flood furnace to point the snow, and avoided to one side, which could avoid the strong palm power of the Yuan Xiang, but was affected by the palm power of the other party, and his body was like a boat in the waves, swaying, and after landing on the ground, he made a thousand catties of kung fu, and then he stood still with the pile, and his face was swept by the edge of the Yuan Xiang's palm wind, and it was so hot that it hurt.

Yuan Xiang thought that this palm would definitely make him spit blood, but he didn't expect Bai Yixue to use superior light skills and be unharmed, so he was very surprised, and said loudly: "Little doll, there is really you, who are you?"

Bai Yixue saw that he had broken his mentorship at a glance, and her heart was horrified: "The thief is so bald!" but said with a smile: "'The incense elephant crosses the river and cuts off the flow of people. 'The younger generation has heard of Master Yuanxiang's 'incense elephant master' is broad and profound, unparalleled in the world, and today I can learn one or two, and it really deserves its name!" His mind turned sharply, and he secretly thought about how to drag the three monks so that Zhao Ying could get out of danger as soon as possible.

Yuan Xiang has lived in the Western Regions for a long time, and his footprints have rarely stepped into the Central Plains and Jiangnan regions, and when he heard that the other party knew his own stunts, his heart was first cold, and then he felt slightly proud: "Although I live in the west, the Central Plains martial arts also know my incense elephant magic skills." He smiled slightly and said, "The respected teacher is the Snow Mountain Hu Suihan, right? Little doll, you are young, it is not easy to have such vision and attainments." Stand down, don't give your life for no reason. The tone was quite polite.

Bai Yixue said with a smile: "Thank you for the mercy of the master's subordinates! My master once said that when it comes to the stunts of today's martial arts, Master Yuanlong's 'Blood Transformation Divine Knife', Master Yuanhu's 'Shi Fearless Great Mudra', and Master's 'Incense Elephant Absolute Divine Skill' can all be included in the top ten ...... in the world."

Yuan Long said "hey", glanced at him, and said in his heart: "Hu Wanggui has this insight, but it is not a waste of fame." When he raised his eyes and saw that there were more and more guards in front of Zhao Ming, he didn't care, and said loudly: "Hu Suihan's palm, sword, and light skills are called the three uniques, hehe, if there is a chance in the future, the three of us brothers want to come to the door to learn from each other." The two junior brothers, this is not the time to talk too much, and the business is important. While talking in his mouth, his hands were not idle, his palms were split, the knife was hoarse, and several guards in front of Zhao Ying were already in the "Blood God Knife" in his body, the knife qi slashed, penetrating the body, and several guards had damaged organs, and before they had time to snort, they fell down one after another and died on the spot.

Zhang Yandai, Yang Cao, and Bai Yixue looked at each other, but they didn't expect him to be able to use his luck like a knife and hurt people invisibly.

Yuan Hu and Yuan Xiang responded in unison: "Obey the decree of the lord!" both jumped up and pounced on Zhao Jin.

Zhang Yandai shouted: "Stop hurting my lord!" The long sword slanted upward, and with a move of "raising fire to the sky", the cold light flickered, stabbing at the lower abdomen of the Yuan Tiger who was the first to kill. Yuan Hu sneered, reached out his hand, and grabbed the spine of the long sword, and shouted: "Let go!" The internal force spit out, and the surging true qi passed through the spine of the sword body, Zhang Yandai only felt that the hilt of the sword was as hot as a soldering iron, and he couldn't hold it anymore, and the long sword "slammed" and fell to the ground.

Zhang Yandai stabbed the sword, Yuan Hu grabbed the sword, and shook the sword, all of which were between lightning and stone fire, Yuan Hu didn't pay attention to it, stepped over Zhang Yandai, and strode towards Zhao Ying. At the critical moment, Zhang Yandai used the kung fu of "Iron Plate Bridge", leaned back into the sky, circled his arms, and tightly wrapped Yuan Hu's legs, shouting: "Lord Wang, go quickly!"

Yuan Hu suddenly felt that his legs were tight, and it was difficult to step forward, he looked down, and said coldly: "Looking for death?" Where the palm of his hand fell, he had slapped a palm on the top of Zhang Yandai's head, Zhang Yandai's skull was shattered and he died of exhaustion, but a pair of arms tightly wrapped around Yuan Hu's legs.

Zhao Ying saw it clearly, knocked on his heart and cried blood, tears rolled down, and choked up: "Boling, Boling, ah......" The guards of the forbidden army and the palace guards knew Zhang Yandai's skills on weekdays, and when they saw that he only made a few moves, he was killed by Yuan Hu under the palm of his hand, and they were all shocked, and they hugged Zhao Ying and retreated to the door of the main hall.

Yang Cao's mouth was boiling, and he shouted: "Thief bald donkey, grandpa and you have a fight!" snatched a single knife from the hand of a palace guard, waved it like the wind, and rushed straight to Yuanxiang.

Yuan Xiang saw that he was like a madman, like a fierce tiger, and his heart was also shocked, his palms flew up and down, and the vital points around his body were protected tightly, not leaking, while concentrating on his knife technique, he secretly thought in his heart: "I don't know what kind of knife technique this person makes? ”

The white-clothed Xue and Duanmu Kemi and Mu Hancha, who rushed over when they heard the sound, joined forces with Yuanlong and tried their best to stop the attack, hoping that Zhao Ying would get out of danger as soon as possible.

Yuan Long saw that Zhao Jin's figure had arrived outside the door of the main hall, and his heart was anxious, and he shouted: "Get out of the way!" The Blood Transformation Divine Knife slashed out diagonally from the bottom to the top, attacking the three of them with one move, and the sword aura was pervasive and extremely powerful.

Duanmu Kemi let out an "ouch", was stabbed in the leg, fell to the ground, and could no longer stand. Mu Hancha was born with divine power, and he made a pair of big iron shields, which were very powerful, and the knife qi attacked, and the cold was sensitive, he hurriedly erected an iron shield to protect his chest, and the sharp knife qi hit the heavy iron shield, and the rustling sound made people tremble. The sword qi passed through, and immediately drew a deep gap on the big iron shield, and the sword qi overflowed when it was blocked, and the two forbidden army guards beside Mu Hancha, one was stabbed in the chest and the other was stabbed in the abdomen, and they were no longer alive when they saw it.

The sword aura was pervasive, and the white-clothed snow used the "heavy snow full bow knife" in the "Snow Quicksand Thirteen Styles", and the long sword illusion was a silver light, protecting the vital points around the body like a sword curtain. The sword qi and sword light intersected, clanging and dinging, Bai Yixue only felt that the tiger's mouth was numb, her arm was sore, the long sword in her hand was difficult to hold, and her face suddenly cooled slightly, and the sword qi of the Blood God Knife had already cut a fine blood hole on her cheek.

Yuanlong said "hey" and praised: "Little doll, you really have you! Take the Buddha's knife again!" With both hands waving together, the two sword qi were like poisonous snakes spitting letters, and evil dragons soaring into the abyss, attacking left and right, shrouding Bai Yixue's whole body in the cold knife qi, trying to make him dodge and move.

Mu Hancha looked at it on the side, and shouted: "It's not good!" Fen Yong threw out a pair of iron shields in his hand, and the tiger was full of wind. The iron shield encountered the sword qi of the Blood Transformation God Knife, and after the sword qi was excited, it suddenly spun rapidly, and made a strange whining sound in the air, which was terrifying. The iron shield then swirled around in the main hall, like two devouring monsters, seven or eight guards couldn't dodge, some had broken waists and legs, some had different heads, and the howls and exclamations suddenly resounded throughout the temple, making people shudder. It's a pity that the Buddha Gate is pure, and for a time the corpses are all over the place, and the cry is shaking the sky, and it has become a Shura field and a hell gate.

Yuan Long said angrily: "Okay, look at how capable you are!" With a wave of his right hand, two injections of blood god sword qi were swung, and Mu Hancha had no iron shield to protect himself, and he was suddenly stabbed in the chest, his viscera was shattered, and he fell backwards on his back, and he was desperate.

The Xiangxiang resisted the wild attack of the poplar grass, and shouted: "Come and don't be rude, you can also eat my palm!" Carrying the incense elephant to the absolute magic skill, the right palm slapped, it seems to be light and soft, but the palm power is strong and fierce, where can the poplar grass and the several besieging guards be able to resist? The mud fell from the top of the hall in a flutter, and for a time the hall was dusty and chaotic.

Seeing that Yang Cao was also seriously injured, Bai Yixue was in pain, and shouted, "I'm fighting with you!" Swinging his sword like the wind, he stabbed at Yuan Long. Yuan Long saw that he was in a hurry, and the swordsmanship was still not messy at all, and he thought: "The thirteen styles of snow quicksand that have forgotten to return to the rivers and lakes are famous in the rivers and lakes, and this little doll makes eighty percent of them this set of swordsmanship, and the result is exquisite." He is obsessed with martial arts, and he has the heart to see what is the subtlety of the thirteen styles of snow quicksand that Hu forgets to return.

At present, the white-clothed snow is fighting with all its might, 10,000 points of snow peaks and sunshine, snow dark withered flag painting, plum sparse snow is still floating, snow hugs the blue Guan cold, a trace of the snow disappears, the snow is full of snow in the gate, the snow is full of snow, the snow is full of sand geese, the snow is full of bow knives, Wu Hook Frost Snow Ming, the residual snow of the cliff melts, the rapid snow dances back to the wind, and the snow is thousands of miles away...... When encountering a strong enemy, he did not dare to be negligent in the slightest, and he raised the spirit of twelve points and made all the skills he had learned.

These sword moves, Bai Yixue has long been familiar with it, and I don't know how many times I have practiced it in the snowy mountains, so that the general is very proficient. After fighting for more than dozens of rounds, Yuan Long's vision is so powerful, he has already glimpsed the essence of the thirteen styles of swordsmanship in the snow quicksand, and secretly praised in his heart: "Hu Wanggui's set of swordsmanship is ethereal and agile, if the person who studies can clear his mind and have no obstacles, the power is indeed extraordinary." ”

Seeing that his eyes were bright, Bai Yixue held his breath and looked at his swordsmanship tricks, knowing his meaning, he couldn't help but be shocked and angry: "You must not underestimate me!" Yuan Long said in his heart: "Good boy, I blindly give in, and you still say that I am afraid of your master?" Thinking of this, his palms flew up, and the sword qi of the Blood Transformation Divine Knife hissed through the air, and immediately forced Bai Yixue to be in a hurry, and the danger was everywhere.

Suddenly, an old voice in the corner of the main hall said, "Amitabha! Aren't you afraid that several lamas have gone into the hell of Abi after death and have been suffering for a hundred eons and suffering in such a big way that several masters have made such a killing spree in front of the Bodhisattva, and have been suffering for a long time?"

Everyone couldn't help but stop fighting, and they all looked in the direction of the sound, and it turned out that the person who spoke was the Lotus Pond Zen Master of Jiangxin Temple.

The three eminent monks of Keqin, Deguang and Lianchi were suddenly cold arrows by Yuanlong and others, and they were all pointed at the acupoints. Among the three of them, Keqin Zen Master and Deguang Zen Master are not martial arts, so far Wu from the whole body soreness, can not move, only the lotus pond Zen Master internal strength is profound, Yuan Long and others although the point technique is clever, but it has lasted a long time, after his luck several times, finally unlocked the acupoint.

Yuan Long saw that he had solved the acupoint by himself, and slowly stood up, his heart was shocked, and he thought secretly: "Whoever has fallen into my 'iron into gold hand', it has been less than twelve hours, no matter how high his skill is, he will not be able to break through the level and solve himself. said: "The master has such a deep internal force, and the little monk admires it." ”

Zen Master Lianchi glanced at him and said slowly: "No matter how strong the internal force is, it is not as strong as the cold arrow and the secret gun." The implication is that he ridiculed Yuanlong and others for hiding in the shadows and suddenly using cold arrows.

Yuan Long couldn't help but blush, but he didn't hear it, but fortunately, his face was already red, and it was difficult for others to notice.

Lotus Chi looked around, but saw that the blood was stained all over the ground, the corpses were pillowed, and his face showed a sad and compassionate color, and he slowly walked to Yuan Long and Yuan Xiang, and said: "Sin, sin! Why is the place of pure and quiet practice of Buddhism full of anger? The three masters are pure cultivators, vain and ignorant, and have committed such murderous karma, and they have not quickly put down the butcher knife, and when will they wait?"

Yuan Xiang was grumpy and sneered: "You take my palm first, and it's not too late to say it!" Unexpectedly, Lianchi stood motionless, but did not dodge, this palm hit his chest firmly, he said "wow", a mouthful of blood spurted out, the corners of his mouth fell, and his body trembled slightly, obviously suffering great pain.

Yuan Xiang was taken aback and said, "You...... You ...... "He knows that the lotus pond is deep in internal strength, but the palm power of his palm is so powerful that it is enough to crack the stone, and it will definitely shake the internal organs of the lotus pond, like turning over the river and the sea, and he is in pain, but why does he not dodge it, and accept it calmly?

The lotus pond raised his head and glanced at the statue of Shakyamuni Buddha Zhantanrui in the main hall, the Buddha statue is made of bronze gilt, the eyebrows are kind and the eyes are kind, and the treasure is solemn, and said: "The world-honored Yuanjue wisdom, subduing the four demons, several masters, the world-honored is in front, do you dare to make such a time?"

Yuan Xiang's palm slapped in the air, and several blue bricks on the ground of the main hall turned into powder, and shouted: "Master quickly retreat, otherwise don't blame my subordinates for being ruthless." ”

The lotus pond smiled slightly, and said: "All actions are impermanent, all evil should not be done; nectar and rain can extinguish the fire; the mountain of sin is ten thousand, and the thoughts will be empty; and the butcher's knife will be lowered and become a Buddha on the ground." At the end of the work, he sat on his knees, his eyes slightly closed, his face seemed to be smiling, and he turned a blind eye to the three of Yuanlong.

Yuan Long and Yuan Hu were stunned, and they both thought in their hearts: "He received a palm alive, doesn't he even want his own life?" Yuan Xiang glared at the lotus pond viciously, raised his palm, and shouted: "Will you let you go?"

Lianchi slowly opened his eyes and said, "Sin starts from the heart and confesses the heart, and if the heart is destroyed, sin will also die." If the guru wants to go his own way, he must first step over the old man's body. He was thin and thin, his eyes were gentle, but there was an awe-inspiring and inviolable aura, and for a while, Yuan Long, Yuan Hu, and Yuan Xiang were at a loss and hesitated.

After a moment of confrontation, Yuan Long's confused eyes suddenly brightened, and he said, "His grandmother's, don't you dare?" The sword qi was agitated, hissing in the air, and it made people tremble and be frightened. The sword was full of anger, and the lotus pond stood with a smile, but he didn't move.

Bai Yixue saw it clearly, and shouted urgently: "Master be careful!" was about to swing his sword to block, and suddenly a strong palm force rushed from his side, it turned out that Yuan Xiang was carrying the incense elephant on the side, intending to prevent him from saving people. Suddenly, Bai Yixue only felt that his breath was suffocating, and a huge invisible wall of qi rushed to his face, pressing his bones all over his body, and his eyes were dark, and he passed in pain.