Hong Chengqiu was about to make a move, and suddenly heard a Zen singing.

Su Yunjiao's face was overjoyed: "It's the Wuzhen Master of the Vajra Sect who has arrived." ”

Previously, she and Li Xuan had both seen the monks of the Vajra Sect chanting sutras for the dead beggars, so they had a very good impression of this master Wuzhen who had only heard his name but had not seen him, and now that he was in danger, he was naturally happy to hear it.

Mrs. Lu was not as optimistic as her, but said: "The person who came is not Wuzhen, it should only be his disciple." ”

As soon as the words fell, I saw a monk break through the black fog and come here.

It's just that the monk's appearance at this time is extremely miserable, he was originally dressed as a monk from Youfang, wearing a white coarse cloth collared robe, covered with black ancestral clothes, and a string of wooden prayer beads around his neck, but at this time the ancestral clothes on his body have been tattered, and the white collared robe is also covered with a lot of blood, only a string of prayer beads on his neck is still complete, but it is also dull, and there is no half of spirituality.

Su Yunjiao glanced at it and recognized that it was the monk who turned into a fortune and chanted for a beggar in the inn.

Although she had a very good impression of this monk, she also knew that with this monk's cultivation, she was afraid that she would not be of much help, and she might lose her life in vain, and if she was somewhere else, she might be able to escape from the city.

At this moment, the monk had already arrived in the middle of the field, his hands folded.

Hong Chengqiu just glanced at him obliquely, and sneered: "Monk, look at you like this, you have already suffered a little, then you should know what kind of place this is, if you want to mix, it is almost the same as your master, it is up to you, it is better to hide away, so as not to give your life in vain." ”

The monk did not speak, but simply stood in folds.

Li Xuandu sighed lightly: "Good intentions, it doesn't have to be like this." ”

The monk finally spoke slowly, "The master will be here soon." ”

Hearing this, Hong Chengqiu's face suddenly changed.

If it's just these people in front of him, he doesn't pay for it in his eyes, but if it is the Wuzhen who ranks seventh on the Taixuan list, then he will be a dead end, today's Beimang County, it seems that they are running an iron bucket, the black clouds are pressing the city, the Soap Pavilion Sect seems to be a raging fire, in fact, it is all false fire, just opened the big array, the "Soul Refining Array" was broken by others, and then Su Yuncheng killed out of the sky, and now there is a Wuzhen of the King Kong Sect! Things are getting more and more complicated, and with Fan Wencheng's experience, he has to be careful.

Hong Chengqiu stared at the monk, trying to see a clue or two from his face. But the monk's face was as calm as water, so that Hong Chengqiu couldn't see half of the clues, but saw through Hong Chengqiu's thoughts, and said: "The monks don't speak." ”

Hong Chengqiu's face couldn't help but sink.

And whether it's true or not, everything is always bad and right, and now there are two choices in front of Hong Chengqiu, either to solve these people quickly and before Wuzhen arrives, or to retreat immediately and protect himself.

Hong Chengqiu hesitated slightly in his heart, thinking that if he was frightened away without even seeing the true face, then the "corpse refining array" would also be broken, and a crime of "fearing the enemy and cowardly" would not be able to escape, if this incident failed, Fan Wencheng would have died, and he would not be able to talk about the head of a dead man, and his eight achievements would become the biggest scapegoat, and with the character of the sect master, he would be abolished as the altar master at best, and he would be directly killed. Rather than this, it is better to take a risk, even if Wu is really on the way to come, I am afraid it will be difficult to arrive for a while, otherwise it will not let a disciple come first, thinking about the benefits, maybe it is simply the monk's bluff words.

Thinking of this, Hong Chengqiu had a fixed opinion in his heart, waved the halberd in his hand, and sneered.

But just as he was about to make a move, he couldn't laugh anymore.

A golden light stretched across the sky, and then fell with a bang.

The golden light dissipated, and an elderly monk appeared in front of Hong Chengqiu's eyes, only to see that he was the same as the younger monk, all dressed as a traveling party, his face was already full of wrinkles, and his lips were shriveled, but there was a golden color on his skin, and the treasure light was faint, especially his eyes, which were full of vicissitudes and turbidity of the world, but there was still a little true spirit in it, such as two dusty pearls, even if it was covered by a little dust, it was difficult to hide Zhu Hua after all.

When the younger monk saw the old monk, he immediately stepped forward and saluted, "Master." ”

Hearing the word "Master", the sneer on Hong Chengqiu's face that had solidified turned into a bitter smile, and then there was no longer half a smile, only the word "bitter" remained.

Behind Hong Chengqiu, the disciples of the Soap Pavilion Sect in the inn also looked at each other, are they still fighting? How can they still fight? This is still not the Beimang County they have worked so hard to operate for many years? Why are the righteous path masters one after another?

At this moment, Hong Chengqiu had already made up his mind, and the halberd in his hand swept out again, drawing an arc full of killing intent, and swept towards the old monk's head.

The old monk, who was already very old, looked calm, just stretched out a hand, and lightly grabbed the halberd with extremely violent qi shocks, no matter how sharp the halberd's single edge was, it couldn't hurt his fingers in the slightest.

Then the old monk's palm flipped over, and this halberd began to twist and deform, as if it was not a halberd with a top-notch spiritual object, but an ash spear with eight taels of silver.

Hong Chengqiu only felt that his blood was surging, and he knew that this old monk must be the enlightenment of the Vajra Sect, and his heart became more and more bitter. But you can't just admit defeat and surrender, take a deep breath, and once again strengthen the true yuan of the qi machine, and want to take back the halberd, I saw the old monk flick his fingers on the halberd, and a huge force like a tsunami in the mountains rushed towards him along the halberd, and in an instant, he couldn't hold this old guy who had been with him for many years, and only felt that the bones of his hands were broken inch by inch, as if he had been run over by tens of thousands of catties, and at the same time, the qi in his body was becoming more and more disordered, and he couldn't help but stumble back a few steps and spit out a mouthful of blood.

After Hong Chengqiu stood firm, his hands hung softly, and his eyes looking at the old monk were already a little afraid, but his body did not move at all, not because he didn't want to go, but because he was firmly locked by the old monk's qi and couldn't go.

The old monk glanced at him and said slowly: "Poor monk Wuzhen, this visit to the northern realm originally wanted to visit the sect master of your sect, but I don't know if he is in the city now?"

The hearts of the innkeeper and his gang immediately trembled, they really realized the truth! This is a master who can break his wrist with the sect master!

Hong Chengqiu calmed his mind, no longer had the previous cold and arrogant arrogance, and replied with low eyebrows: "The sect master, his old man's family is not in the city. ”

Wu Zhen let out a soft "oh" and said, "Since the Tibetan sect master is not in this Beimang County, it is in the Beibi Mountain?" Also, there is a Taiyin corpse that is about to be born, which is indeed careless. ”

Hong Chengqiu was both shocked and frightened, listening to the tone of this old monk, he had already known that the sect master was not in the city at this time, and he also broke the matter of the Taiyin corpse, I was afraid that he came prepared, but I don't know how many people in the righteous path were involved in this matter besides Su Yuncheng and this old monk. Thinking of this, Hong Chengqiu was also very angry with Fan Wencheng, who had died, and the matter of Beimang County was presided over by Fan Wencheng, who seemed to have a pearl of wisdom in his hands on weekdays, and felt that he had no last resort, and he had always looked down on others, but what was the matter now? I had been planning for several years, and I had already been known by people in the righteous path as soon as I started doing it, and I also lost my life, so I didn't know what I was planning!

It's just that the person is dead, and it's useless to think about these things again, saving his life at the moment is the key, Hong Chengqiu saw that the old monk didn't mean to do anything, so he took the initiative to ask in a low voice: "Don't hide it from the monk, you are also obedient to orders, and you are willing to withdraw the 'corpse refining array' in the next place, I don't know if the monk can raise his noble hand and put it on the next way of life?"

Wu Zhen glanced at him: "Knowing that mistakes can be changed, good is great, since the Lord of the Hong Altar is willing to remove the 'Corpse Refining Array' and save the hands and feet of the poor monk, the poor monk will not embarrass the Lord of the Hong Altar." ”

Hong Chengqiu breathed a sigh of relief, and then slowly retreated into the Guanque Inn.

After a while, the surrounding black fog began to dissipate, and the living corpses also fell to the ground, turning into dead corpses that could no longer die, only the three "rakshasas" were still in place, because they were trapped in a cage and could not escape.

Wu Zhen recited a Buddha name and slapped it with one palm.

Then I saw these three "rakshasas" disappear.