Fourteen years ago, at that time, the monk Huikong happened to go down the mountain to turn into a fate and travel through the rivers and lakes. On the way, he came to a village, and met a kind old couple who were willing to take him in for a temporary stay and prepared a simple vegetarian meal for him.

It was winter, and snow covered the distant mountains, and as far as the eye could see, there was nothing but endless desolation. It can be seen how hard the people of this village live on weekdays.

As a monk, you should be compassionate. Monk Huikong got up with bodhicitta and secretly took most of the loose silver he was carrying and hid it under the pillow, and after he left tomorrow, the old couple could find it once they came in to clean it.

After he had arranged everything, the night was already dark, and he was ready to fall asleep after reciting "Pumen Pin" silently in his heart. In the ear chakra, I heard the cold wind howling outside the house, if it weren't for this opportunity, I was afraid that I would suffer my own skin again, and immediately praised with emotion, "Amitabha, good, good." ”

Due to the fatigue of running around for several days, Monk Huikong had fallen asleep in a short time. This sleep was very heavy, and the long-lost warmth lingered beside him, as if he had returned to his long-lost meditation room, which was extremely steady.

Suddenly, a terrible wail came into the ears of Monk Huikong. But it was only a moment's work, and it was gone.

"Not good!" Monk Huikong hurriedly sat up from the straw mat, with his many years of experience in walking the rivers and lakes, he was afraid that there was something strange in it.

Before he could open the door, the old couple stumbled in, only to hear the old man in charge of the house eagerly say, "Master, it's not good, run for your life! ”

Hearing this, where can the monk Huikong tolerate this group of evil obstacles? Immediately, King Kong looked angrily, lifted the monk's robe and said, "Old man, don't panic, wait for the poor monk to go and find out." ”

Seeing that he didn't think about how to escape, but wanted to go out to die, the old man who was born with a bodhisattva's heart hurriedly dissuaded, "Master don't be strong, these gangsters are all extraordinary, I'm afraid it will be difficult for you to be alone...... Ahh

Before the old man could finish speaking, a sharp sleeve arrow pierced through the window lattice paper directly through the back of his heart. Suddenly, blood splattered, staining Huikong's wide monk's robe.

Seeing this, the old woman pounced on her, and took the old man who had fallen to the ground in her arms, and wept profusely.

"Great Monk Huikong, we know that you are in this village, come out and die quickly!"

The murderers outside kept shouting, and every word reached Huikong's ears, as if a sharp knife had pierced his heart.

"This evil is ...... Could it be that I am here?" Thinking of this, Monk Huikong did not dare to slack off, leaving the woman and rushing out. When he came outside, he saw six masked men with swords in their hands, staring at him.

"Huikong, you have finally come out, but it is so hard to wait for our brothers!" Before the words fell, a person stood on the left-hand side, holding a three-foot long sword, and fresh blood was slowly dripping down from its blade.

"Who are you, and why do you kill so much?"

Since the monk asked, this person didn't hide it, and said with a hearty smile, "Haha, that's true, I can't let your bald donkey be a fool before you die." Give, continue!"

A dark light suddenly flew out of the man's hand, and seeing that its shape was not a hidden weapon, Huikong Monk stayed close, copied it with his hand, and held it in his hand.

It turned out to be a finely carved beast mouth token, only to see the seal script with vigorous and majestic penmanship, deeply engraved with the words "Flying Star Order".

"It's actually the Flying Star Pavilion!" Monk Huikong blurted out without even thinking about it.

"Yes, it's the Flying Star Pavilion. You bald donkey has repeatedly ruined our good deeds in the name of Shaolin righteousness, and today I am here to cut down the grass and eradicate the roots by the order of the pavilion master, and suffer death!"

At the sound of an order, the masked people showed their abilities, and for a while, the swords faced each other like a flood of fierce beasts, and they rushed to the Huikong monk.

"Amitabha!" The great monk was full of grief and indignation, it was already a great sin to have affected more than a dozen families in this village in vain, and now if he couldn't destroy all the thieves in the Flying Star Pavilion, I am afraid that there will be endless troubles in the future.

Thinking of this, Monk Huikong threw off the sleeves of his robe, shot like lightning, and the palms of the powerful King Kong were linked, facing the wind and snow, and he fought with the group of thieves.

Even if the strong enemy's sword light is fast, the monk's body method is faster. Don't look at his fat body, but he doesn't feel clumsy at all. With his flexible flashing movements, he has already knocked down several people in one go. In the blink of an eye, the man who had only spoken was standing in front of him.

"Hehe, good palm technique! It is worthy of being one of the three great monks of the Shaolin Sect, but I don't know if you can hide from this thing in my hand?"

Seeing that the situation was unfavorable, the masked man sacrificed his personal treasure - the unicorn poison dart!

As the so-called "unicorn dart, unicorn dart, seven inches long and short fold heroic." Mo Dao is incompetent, and the swordsman is boiling in his sleeve. ”

Monk Huikong only felt that there was a flash of strange light in front of him, and hurriedly dodged, even though he was still a little slower in this way, and his shoulder was grazed by the poisonous dart, and black blood immediately gushed out.

"Hahaha, Monk Huikong, now that you have been poisoned by my dart, if you forcibly use your body, you will die of poisonous gas in an instant. Acquaintance let me Kong Wei take your head, so I can go back and take the lead. ”

At this moment, the great monk was fighting to the death, and suddenly hit his left shoulder, and Kong Wei, who was in pain, almost screamed. Due to the current situation, he had to sell a broken style and turn around and leave. And the monk Huikong also fainted because of the poison entering the meridians.

In the blink of an eye, I met the old man here again, and the past came to my heart. Monk Huikong hung one hundred and eight Heavenly Dao Destiny Beads back on his neck, stood in front of his chest with one palm and said, "Amitabha, I didn't think about the unfinished fate before, and today I want to divide the victory and defeat here, which is really unpleasant." ”

Kong Wei sneered and said, "Hehe, I never expected that the dart fourteen years ago failed to take your life, and today I am afraid that your bald donkey will not have such good luck." ”

Seeing that the two of them were about to make a close move, Murong Qi suddenly made a move and stopped the free swordsman Kong Wei and said, "Where can I use my brother to deal with such a character, and see that I will meet him." ”

Without waiting for Kong Wei to speak, Murong Qi, the thousand-faced Langjun, pulled out the Cold Iron Mourning Gate Sword from behind him, and jumped over with an arrow step, and stabbed without saying a word.

"That's fine, I want to see how much you have grown as a monk over the years. ”