As he spoke, he suddenly pulled out a shiny single knife from the bottom of his clothes. Just looking at the style of the single knife, it is different from the ordinary single knife. The back of the knife is only half a minute thick, the length of the knife is about two feet four or five inches, the width is only one inch and five or six minutes, and the knife handle is also shorter than the ordinary single knife handle, only enough to hold the appearance of Yingying, and the blade is very soft, as if it is rolled up and tied around the waist.

When he pulled it out, it was bent like a belt, and he raised it to the table and slapped it, and when he landed upright, it was no different from an ordinary single knife. The old monk Zhike immediately pointed at Jiang Wenlun with the tip of his knife and said, "If you don't take refuge in the Three Treasures immediately, please try the taste of my brute sword!"

Although Jiang Wenlun had never seen this kind of soft and thin single knife, when he heard the old monk try the taste of the brute knife, he remembered that his master smiled and said to him that the brute knife was a weapon produced by the Southern Barbarians, and it was extremely sharp. The customs of the Nanban are still martial, no matter what kind of family gives birth to a boy, the relatives and six relatives give gifts for the first birthday of the three dynasties, they have to give some wool iron, at least three or five catties, and more than tens of catties and hundreds of catties.

The man who gave birth to a boy gathered the iron sent from all over the place, and used the method of steel-making to refine it all year round, until the day of the crown ceremony, and then it was made into a knife. The knife was to be used by the boy for the rest of his life. This kind of steel is so skilled that it can be rolled into a circle like a belt, tied around the waist, and it is not visible from the surface at all.

Although this knife is extremely sharp, it is extremely difficult to use. Because the blade is too soft, if the force is slightly skewed, the knife edge is flipped over. The barbarians have practiced since childhood, but there are only a few people who can use Ruyi out of a hundred, and there are even fewer people in the martial arts who can use such weapons.

And the people of the Central Plains can use this kind of knife, which can be described as rare, and if they can use this kind of knife, they must have amazing skills. The laughing man once told Jiang Wenlun these words. Thinking about it at this time, I know that this old monk must have some great skills, but Jiang Wenlun is a soft and strong character on the outside, and he is a very young person, and he wants to do something with his skills, and he has already entered the Taoist Gate, how can he be willing to deceive the teacher and destroy the ancestors and become a monk?

At the moment, I don't care if my skills are the opponent of the old monk who knows the guest, Jiang Wenlun is practicing Daomen exercises, and he thinks that he still has some means to use his body to avoid the sword, so although he knows that the brute knife is powerful, he is not afraid in his heart.

turned his face to look to the side and smiled: "You kind of thing, don't take it out to scare me." Don't say that I'd rather die than become a monk at this time, even if I want to become a monk, I can't become a monk in your evil Guanyin Temple, you are delusional. You have the means to kill me, just kill me. After Jiang Wenlun said this, he thought that the old monk who knew the guest must really kill him, but he paid close attention to his actions.

Who knew that the old monk turned his face again and said calmly: "The ancients said well: ants still steal life. How can there be a reason for a young man to voluntarily embark on the road of death for no reason? Do you think that I really dare not kill you if you are so reckless at this moment? You are wrong in this thought. ”

"Think about it for us: Since you have seen through our organs, and you don't take refuge in the family teacher, do we dare to spare your life and let you out? You ask yourself how much skill you can have when you have just entered the innate realm, and can you beat this Guanyin Temple?" Who knows that Jiang Wenlun said proudly: "Since I said that I would rather die than become a monk at this time, what else do you have to say." ”

The old monk of Zhike took advantage of Jiang Wenlun's head to speak, and coldly raised his knife to kill, and scolded in his mouth: "I don't know what to lift!" In fact, Jiang Wenlun has already been on guard everywhere, seeing a knife cut, he deliberately held his breath and condensed, and wanted to dodge it, one deliberately showed off his own kung fu, and the other wanted to use this to test how sharp this brute knife was, but he didn't think that the old monk had never cut down with a knife, and suddenly "oops" sounded, and he pulled the knife back.

Saying that, Jiang Wenlun saw that the door was closed, so he hurriedly turned around and kicked it. Who knew that this kick was too strong, and the door panel did not move, but the toes were numb, and I couldn't help but be shocked, and secretly thought: When the door of this room was open, what I saw when I entered the room seemed to be a wooden door more than half an inch thick, which was no different from the ordinary monolithic door. I wonder what it's made of, so solid?"

But the light in the hateful room had long been extinguished, and I couldn't take care of it carefully, so I had to touch it with my hands, and my tentacles could tell that it was not a wooden door, and it was shaking and not moving, and there were extremely dense iron nails nailed to it, which could be seen to be the door side wrapped in a very thick iron sheet.

Jiang Wenlun was surprised while groping: This is strange, when I entered the room, if I saw the door of a room nailed with iron sheets like this, how could I not pay attention to it, and now I am already in the innate realm, but ordinary iron skin can't stop me.

And the old monk of Zhike said that after leaving, the door was closed by myself, and it was closed with a slight flick, and there was no such loud noise just now. Did there be a two-story door? Then I touched the door frame, and I guessed a little bit: sure enough, it was another door that was closed, and this door was pushed out of the wall, and it was not visible at all until it was closed.

Jiang Wenlun put all the strength of his body to his two hands, confident that he did not have a thousand catties, but at least eight hundred catties of strength, and pushed it a few times, this door was like a root, and it was expected that it could not be broken and pushed open. Mentally calculated: This door cannot be opened, so the only way to see what is going on in the pane is to approach the window.

It just so happened that the moonlight at this time was no longer shining on the pane, although I knew that the window posts were made of wood, but because the window holes were too small, all the window posts were very thick miscellaneous wood, and no one could pinch them off with their hands without knives and saws. Look at the roof tiles again, they are more than two feet high from the ground. When Jiang Wenlun arrived at this time, he couldn't help but try to find a way out when he thought that it was his life and death. While silently wishing his master a smile and blessing people, he worked hard.

When the transportation arrived, he suddenly let out a roar, kicked his feet down, and rushed straight towards the tile house. Originally, I planned to use one head and two hands to break through a hole in the roof tiles, and the body could rush out of the roof.

On Jiang Wenlun's ability, Hugh said that this house is only more than two zhang high, and it can be rushed out if it is one or two zhang high, but the suspended roof beams of this house are nailed to the side of the tile with iron sheets. Looking up from below, like the suspended roof beams of ordinary houses, there are no traces of iron nails.

Jiang Wenlun rushed up, only to rush with a "whoosh" sound, a large piece of the roof tile was broken, and they fell into the house one after another, and none of the suspended roof beams were broken. The overhanging roof beams have never been broken, so the body cannot rush to the roof, and there is no place to stand in the volley, and it also falls into the house with the broken tiles, and the backlash makes the top of the head hurt.

Jiang Wenlun had no choice but to rub his scalp and sighed: I never dreamed that my life would be ruined in this Guanyin Temple. This Guanyin Temple is such a place, and the reputation outside, Pingjiang, Liuyang, Changsha several counties hundreds of miles, all praise in unison, more than 20 years has not been exposed.

Not necessarily in the past 20 years, it was not until tonight that I saw the flaw. Listening to what the old thief bald said to me differently just now, I know that I don't know how many people who have seen through the organs in the temple on weekdays have killed with stuffy incense.

Monk Yuanjue behaved like that before, I wondered if he was not an ordinary old monk, helpless, his reputation was too good, and there were too many people who praised him as a living bodhisattva, so that I didn't dare to suspect that he was from a wrong background, and everyone said that he was a scholar and a monk, so I didn't take it seriously.

Yu Jinfang knows that the monks in this temple dare to do evil and have no fear, that is, they rely on their own skills and cover them up properly. The old thief had already started to kill me, but for no reason, he suddenly cried out, "Oops", put the knife back and did not kill it, and immediately ran out and closed the door.

Although I can't guess what the intention of this strange behavior is, listening to the words he said when he went out, it can be seen that he did not mean well. Needless to say, I have to deal with myself again.

This Zhike monk, the knife that just slashed out is not something I can catch up with, if he comes to do it with me in person, I'm afraid I won't be able to resist it. But I hate that when I went up the mountain, the weapon in my hand was already contained in the temple, and now I am bare-handed, what can I use to stop him? Now that there is no hope of escaping, we cannot sit idly by, and we must always find something that can be used as a weapon in our hands.

Jiang Wenlun thought in his heart, his eyes searched the room, although there was no light, he couldn't see it clearly, but the moonlight outside the window was bright, reflecting some light, and he could see a square table by the window, which was made of very strong wood, and the four table legs were even thicker. I was very happy in my heart: fold two table legs, and you can use it as a weapon in a so-so way. Just as he was about to overturn the table and unload his feet, but before he could do anything, he heard many footsteps, walking loudly in the stone lawn outside.

Because it was a very quiet night, everything was as if it were asleep, and there was no sound, so even though they were not close, the sound could be heard. The sound was close to one step at a time, and it came very quickly, and without thinking about it, it must have been a helper called by the old monk Zhike. Dare to slack off again, and overturn the table with one hand, "Kara, Kara"

Two loud sounds, and the two table legs were also held in Jiang Wenlun's hands, planning to wait when the door was standing, as long as the monk outside opened the iron door, he would use the poisonous dragon's body method to get out of the hole and rush out unexpectedly.

In an instant, the sound of footsteps was heard outside the room, as if a few had entered the room where they were eating, and a few had walked out of the window. Both of them muttered, but they didn't push open the iron door. Jiang Wenlun was extremely anxious, afraid that those monks would come in through the window with stuffy incense. I thought: Staying in this room, horizontal and vertical will inevitably be a death, rather than falling into the hands of these thieves, it is better to desperately rush him on the roof tile again.

If I rush out, it is my creation, and if I can't rush out, I will burst my brain and die, which is better than dying in the hands of a thief. Then he looked up at the roof tiles, and when he didn't look at it, he was almost anxious, but this time he was almost very happy.