I don't understand, and I don't want to!" Francis snapped back on the silver spike. "All lives are equal. You don't even understand this, the Buddhist scriptures are really read into the belly of a dog. ”

Yuan Jue said: "Okay, good." No, not speculation, more than half a sentence. With that, he jumped up to Francis.

He was light and agile, as silent as a cat.

Francis's heart sank, and his left hand was lightly touched, but the silver nail pierced out like lightning.

Yuan Jue smiled: "Don't make jokes about poor monks!" put his hand on Francis' shoulders and greeted him with the things in his arms.

Francis could only hear the faint sound of breaking through the air, but he could not see, and his heart was in doubt, so he had to swing the short sword he held in his right hand.

But there was a soft sound, and when he looked closely, a tiny gap appeared in the blade. Looking at Yuan Jue's palm open, there seemed to be a red line swimming in the light of the firelight, and it turned out that his weapon was an extremely tough steel wire.

In this combination, both of them generally understood each other's martial arts, which were both light kung fu similar to assassination, which did not look as bluffing as dancing with a sword and sword, but it was more dangerous.

Their fight was silent, because neither of them wanted to reveal their identities at this moment. Francis was motivated by diplomatic considerations, while Yuan Jue was preoccupied with his own plans. The moment of his misfortune would have been when the lamp was lit in the middle of the night, not now.

Different scruples made the two make the same choice, and they were both ready to solve each other in silence. The team continued to move forward, and the two of them walked forward as if nothing had happened, but their posture and pace were ready.

At this moment, there was a loud "bang" in the sky. Fireworks bloom in the night sky like giant flower balls, scattering silver stars in the sky. Almost everyone looked up in surprise at the rare sight. At this moment, the two suddenly fought together again.

Green and blue fireworks also came one after another. The swords and swords are hidden in the brilliant light. This shot was another five rounds.

Yuan Jue's chin was stripped of a piece of flesh raw, and blood trickled down the monk's robes. Francis, on the other hand, has lost half a finger.

The fireworks went out, and there was applause and cheers all around. The two parted as if nothing had happened.

Yuan Jue said with a smile: "Master Fang's spirit is high, but the craft should be practiced again." You can't even beat me, how can you catch the other eleven of my brothers?" said as he slammed his chin and wiped the blood away

Francis, however, was much more ruthless than him, and when he saw that the remaining half of his little finger was in the way, he opened his mouth and bit it down alive, spitting it on the side of the road like a jujube pit.

Yuan Jue couldn't help but be secretly frightened, with this ruthlessness, this person is also a powerful character in the court. After this temptation, the two became more cautious. Now that they have somewhat understood each other's routines, the next fight is a life-and-death battle.

They held their breath and did not dare to be careless, no matter how noisy it was, it had nothing to do with them. Francis' attention was focused on Yuan Jue, and he was unaware of what was happening around him. Suddenly, he felt someone tug on his sleeve.

He was so shocked that he turned his head to see that there was no one. Looking down, it turned out to be a child in a white robe. His hair was combed into dozens of pigtails with colored silk, and he was obviously a fanmin.

She said angrily: "Monk Yang, your hand is injured, let me wrap it up for you." ”

Francis was stunned and hurriedly hid his short sword. But in the flash of light, he suddenly remembered Yuan Jue's words, he wanted to kill Fanren, there was no reason. Francis's heart was cold, and then he saw that Yuan Jue really pounced on the girl like a poisonous scorpion in a hunt.

Francis didn't have time to think about it in a panic, and the stabbing of the silver needle left no room was actually a way of playing at the expense of losing both. But Yuan Jue's blow was a false move, and with a slight turn of the blow into his arms, he grabbed the uninjured left hand, slammed it over his head, and slammed the silver nail into Francis' own temple with a pop.

The tail of the silver nail shone slightly, and a line of blood flowed down.

Francis' eyes widened, and with the last of his strength he said, "Don't hurt this...... The child ......" and fell to his knees with a bang, and his head hung down.

The child was still intently checking Francis's injuries, and when he suddenly fell to his knees, he was startled, and asked cautiously, "Monk Yang, what's wrong with you?"

Yuan Jue suppressed his heartbeat, and said with a pleasant face: "Little benefactor, the foreign monk is drunk, I will send him back." "Let's pick up the body of Francis.

But the kid suddenly shouted, "Monk, you're bleeding too!" Yuan Jue was stunned for a moment, touched his chin, and sure enough, the blood was still flowing. The child handed over a snow-white handkerchief and said, "Oh, wipe it for you." ”

Yuan Jue looked at the girl in a daze, her figure overlapped with the children of the Han nationality before and the soldiers he saved on the battlefield, and he couldn't tell each other. Can he cut this knife?

The girl asked, "Monk, why are you crying?"

Yuan Jue couldn't answer her question anymore, because his mind was filled with a voice. He muttered, "Why...... Why do you want to?"

In the distance, the Daci Temple rang the bell and solemnly announced: Midnight has come.

Yuan Jue suddenly yelled at the girl viciously, "Run! Run!"

The girl was frightened by his appearance and turned to run.

At this time, the rumbling sound of horses' hooves came from all sides of the long street, and step by step seemed to be stepping on Yuan Jue's heart. Those eleven people really have the potential of thousands of troops. They drew their bright scimitars and shouted, "Brothers, kill me!"

Yuan Jue shouted, "Stop!" But who could hear what he was saying? The people on the long street suddenly understood, screaming and running away.

Fear spreads like a tidal wave, people crowd people, people step on people. There is no need for the scimitar dead soldiers to take action, just this throat has trampled on many people to trample on each other and die. Where can you tell what kind of Han people are now?

Yuan Jue felt a burst of despair in his heart, he scanned his surroundings in a panic, especially afraid that he would suddenly see a face—the girl's bloody face. But at this moment, someone suddenly grabbed his shoulder and shook it vigorously: "Big brother, big brother!"

Yuan Jue suddenly woke up, and it turned out to be his brother.

This person's name is Zhao Laohei, and he was originally a blacksmith.

He showed his snow-white front teeth and smiled: "Big brother, I also brought your horse." Damn, the teacher's plan is really good! We just rushed this one, and I don't know how many dogs died. Big brother, get on your horse and take your brothers to kill the Tartars!"

Yuan Jue was frightened, shrunk his head and said, "Don't ...... Don't go!"

Zhao Laohei was stunned, and asked in a rough voice: "Big brother, are you sick?"

Yuan Jue said: "No, you hurry up and let the brothers stop!"

"What do you mean?"

Yuan Jue slapped him on the head: "Damn! Stop means stop, stop fighting!"

Although Zhao Laohei didn't know what was going on, their brothers had always obeyed Yuan Jue's words and never disobeyed them. So even though the command seemed so unreasonable at the moment, he did it.

Seeing Zhao Laohei running towards the brothers with a whistle, Yuan Jue's heart settled down a little. He stood still and shouted, "Don't mess up, let the child go first!"

But the voice did not fall, only listening to the conch in unison. A colorful chariot surrounded by 8864 white-clothed monks slowly approached. Under the golden umbrella and jade cover, a person is wearing a brocade robe, wearing a three-petal crown, a magic pestle in his left hand, and a prayer wheel in his right hand. It was the Queen Regent Mud Bodhisattva.

When the people saw her, their hearts were a little relieved, and they all said, "It's the Queen Regent who has arrived!"

It turns out that although the mud bodhisattva has an iron fist, he has always strictly enforced the law and will never tolerate those who are not allowed to make trouble. When she comes, she will definitely crack down on these thieves.

Someone even shouted, "Regent Chitose Chitose!"

But the mud bodhisattva didn't pay any attention to them, but asked Yuan Jue, "Are you my personal guard, what's going on here?"

Yuan Jue gritted his teeth and said, "Fan monk, I am Yuan Jue, a Han person. Kill your people today for revenge. I did it alone, and I had nothing to do with anyone else. ”

He had expected that the Mud Bodhisattva would take him down immediately. Unexpectedly, the mud bodhisattva sneered. "Okay, okay, no need to pretend. I used to say that I would put everything on the Han people, but now I don't need to. Warrior, you've done a great job, and I'll reward you heavily!"

Yuan Jue thought he had heard it wrong, and said in a daze: "What?"

The mud bodhisattva said loudly: "Listen, everyone, you are criticizing me and scolding me behind my back, I know this, I don't care. But who gave you the guts to kidnap me Lu Lang?

Nobody admits it, doesn't it? If Lu Lang doesn't return for a moment, I will kill a person for him to be a funeral, and if he doesn't return overnight, I will slaughter this Jinguan City!"

A fan asked in a trembling voice, "Queen Regent, you are going to kill Han Chinese, right?"

The mud bodhisattva sneered, "Who told you?" said with a wave of his palm. I don't know what secret weapon she used, but the people fell in response, and the seven orifices bled to death.

The crowd, which had finally stabilized, blew up again, and people fled with their lives.

Yuan Jue said angrily: "Bastard, you madman!"

The mud bodhisattva laughed wildly: "I'm just crazy, what's the matter? The lover I have been looking for for decades does not want to inherit the throne, does not want to revive the great cause, and does not even remember me.

All my efforts were in vain!

Haha, I'm crazy, I'm crazy!"

Her shrill and poignant laughter echoed in the night sky with the wails of the refugees, like an elegy. Many lanterns were knocked over, and the flames were blazing.

The mud bodhisattva shouted, "Burn, burn them!"

The white-clad monk approached the crowd with iron steps. Their hands were slashed, and blood was pouring out. Yuan Jue fell to the ground on his knees, crying silently.

He prayed in his heart: O omnipotent Buddha, please be compassionate, the disciple knows that he is wrong, he really knows that he is wrong. I'm willing to ...... a hundred times No, it's a thousand times and ten thousand times to hell, just ask you to save these innocent people. Amitabha......

He lifted his teary eyes and unfurled the tightrope, ready to strangle himself around his neck.

But then he suddenly saw a cold star twinkling in the sky in the distance. The cold star flew closer and closer, almost suddenly.

Yuan Jue finally saw clearly, it was a sword.

Four-foot-long flying sword!

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Chapter 133: Jincheng Buddha Light (6)