After the three pavilion masters left, the abbot immediately said in a deep voice: "Quick, recite the "Reincarnation Mantra", finish and burn, call me the true Buddha!"

"Amitabha!" everyone immediately sat cross-legged and began to read again.

Fu Remnant was anxious, and only hoped that the two killers of Ruhua and Remnant Leaf would move quickly and finish the matter as soon as possible.

And here, the three old monks who are not false, not lazy, and not arrogant hurried to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, and soon arrived in front of the pavilion, raised their eyes, and saw that the entire Tibetan Scripture Pavilion was burning.

His face was pale, he trembled with anger, and roared: "Help, put out the fire! Quickly call the disciple to put out the fire! Where is the doorkeeper?"

The voice came far away, but no one responded, and the three of them suddenly sank in their hearts and looked at each other. Bu gritted his teeth and said: "No, the Hidden Scripture Pavilion can't be destroyed, I'll call the disciple to put out the fire!"

"Go and come back quickly!" he roared, glanced at each other with no lazy, his eyes were filled with murderous intent, and his right foot stomped at the same time, and his body was like an arrow from the string, rushing into the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

When the two of them went in, they found two monks lying on the ground, their throats cracked, and they could no longer die.

"Dog thief!" Bulazy gritted his teeth, roared, and suddenly flashed towards the second floor. His face was gloomy, and he hurriedly followed.

Most of the scriptures were not destroyed, but the wooden stakes were burning, the smoke was puffing up, and the constant inspection did not find anyone. They glanced at each other and headed for the third floor.

As soon as they walked into the third floor, the two of them changed their faces greatly, took a few steps back, and their whole bodies were filled with Buddha light.

I saw an ordinary middle-aged man next to the bookshelf in front of him, with a thin figure, his hair in a messy bun, his whole body covered in blood, and his entire upper body was dyed red.

"Amitabha! What a sin!" he sighed, and suddenly roared: "Demon disciples, such a cruel to heaven and reason, killing lives, and not coming out to die!"

Bulazy stepped forward, probed the middle-aged man's pulse, shook his head slowly, turned around and said, "It's out of breath." ”

He was just about to speak, when his pupils suddenly constricted, and the hairs on his body stood on end, and he yelled, "Be careful!"

Not lazy reacted very quickly, and the Buddha light suddenly came out of his body, turned around and slapped it backwards with one palm. It's just that as soon as he stretched out his hand, he saw a flash of silver light, his throat was cold, and his whole body suddenly lost all his strength, and he slowly fell down.

I saw that the middle-aged man had already stood up at some point, and a snowy scimitar in his hand was dripping with blood.

This knife is so fast!

He roared angrily: "Death!"

The Buddha's light surged all over his body, his fingers flexed and stretched, and a seal suddenly pushed out. I saw that the man smiled coldly, and the figure suddenly disappeared in place.

The Buddha's light shattered the bookshelf behind him, sawdust flew all over the sky, and straw paper fell.

The room was full of smoke, and he couldn't see his surroundings at all, and he couldn't even feel the breath of the man. This person is clearly a peerless killer who is proficient in the way of concealment!

Furious in his heart, he slowly retreated and leaned towards the wall, as he leaned against the wall, always ready to meet the enemy, so as not to have an accident.

Finally leaning against the wall, he relaxed a little, and kept forming seals in his hands, making one powerful seal after another.

It's just that there are many times when martial arts are not the decisive factor in victory.

A scimitar suddenly pierced through the wall behind him and stabbed him directly into his chest from the back, and the internal force shook and the entire chest cavity was crushed to pieces.

The internal organs shot out, the flesh and blood flew everywhere, and I saw the wall explode open, and a figure covered in blood walked over from there.

His eyes were cold, the scimitar in his hand was like the moon, the snow was incomparably bright, he tilted his head, and let out a cruel smile. The scimitar came out again, and a human head had already landed.

Suddenly an extra piece of yellow cloth appeared in his hand, skillfully wrapped the human head, and then cut off the head of the non-lazy monk, carried it in his hand, and quickly walked downstairs.

Downstairs, a fat woman smiled, as if she had been standing for a long time.

The yellow cloth on her hand was also wrapped in a round thing, which was obviously an innocent human head.

The two looked at each other and suddenly smiled.

Remnant Ye said: "Let's go, give a gift to the monk!"

And at this moment, Fu Yan was already anxious, a group of monks chanted the scriptures very quickly, and the little novice with the core went to prepare the torches, and there was not much time!

Fu Yan will never let them ignite, before igniting, they must make a move!

A circle of old monks stood up, clasped their hands together, and said loudly at the same time: "Amitabha!"

The abbot's eyes narrowed slightly, and he said excitedly: "The Bodhisattva is reincarnated, and the disciples and others ask the Bodhisattva to restore the golden body and give the Buddha Temple the true longitude of the Buddha." ”

"Amitabha!"

The eminent monks recited the Buddha's name again, and Fu Yan already had a cruel smile on his face.

I saw that above the sky, three black dots came quickly, and they had arrived in an instant.

"What is it?" The monks struck out one after another, and immediately smashed the three things to pieces and shattered them to the ground.

The abbot looked down and saw blood all over the ground, and suddenly trembled, took a few steps back, and couldn't speak with his mouth open.

The monk with better eyes finally saw that this rotten thing was a human head, and after a closer look, he immediately cried: "Don't be presumptuous, senior brother!"

"Three senior brothers!"

Nearly twenty people suddenly turned pale, their whole bodies trembled, and they cried as they looked at the debris all over the ground. This scene has not happened in the temple for many years.

Seeing that it was the head of the senior brother, the monks were sad and angry, and they yelled one after another.

With a wave of the Zen staff in his hand, an earth-shattering momentum poured out of his whole body, and he roared angrily: "Where are the four treasure monks and disciples of the Heavenly King Palace?"

"The disciple is here!"

"Where are the four Vajra disciples of the Discipline Academy?"

"The disciple is here!"

Buwu gasped, his eyes were full of earth-shattering murderous intent, and he said loudly: "Eight junior brothers, you, you immediately go to the Hidden Scripture Pavilion to save the fire and subdue the demons!"

"Yes!"

Buwu said sharply: "Luohan Hall junior disciples, immediately ring the bell of the Angry Buddha, gather all the disciples of the temple, block the temple gate, and find the devil!"

"Yes!"

So the monks in the field suddenly walked almost cleanly, leaving only the angry Wuwu and the two senior monks.

In the Futu Tower, Qingge and Qingjie sat cross-legged on the futon, and the two sighed heavily.

The fire was everywhere, the whole temple was closed, and there were Buddhist disciples everywhere.

Ruhua and Remnant Leaf stood under the pine forest behind the Futu Tower, as if waiting for a person.

Soon, an ethereal figure suddenly appeared outside the woods, and the next moment, it was already standing in front of the two of them.

A trace of horror flashed in the eyes of the two, but more respect, half-kneeling on the ground, and at the same time clasping his fists and saying, "I've seen Senior Brother Dust." ”

The man was dressed in black, with a hood and a mouth covered, with only one of his eyes exposed. The figure is thin and small, the momentum is uncertain, and the internal force is surging and stopping, as if he is a peerless master, and as if he is an ordinary person.

He waved his hand, suddenly took out a pitch-black token, and said slowly in a hoarse voice: "The leader has an order, you help me to kill the Methodist Soldier Solution-level master!"

Like flowers and residual leaves, they were shocked, and they immediately buried their heads.

And here, the three of He Huanyu have been lurking outside West Tallinn for a long time.

The fire was spreading, and the disciples of the Hanging Mi Temple were dispatched, and the time was ripe.

Jiangnan Gongzi said in a deep voice: "The three of us acted together, although our self-protection ability has been strengthened, but we can't complete Detective Hou's requirements. ”

Sikong Lanyue said: "Yes, I have already thought of a way, each in a group, from three directions. ”

He Huanyu said: "The guardian monk's martial arts are too high, we are not opponents, let him run back and forth!"

"Same as I thought. Sikong Lanyue said: "Do not evil meditate and meditate under the most central stupa, we will go out at the same time, Lao Su is at the top, you do it first." ”

Jiang Nangongzi nodded and said: "As soon as there is a movement, the evil will come over immediately, with his martial arts, within twenty breaths, he will definitely arrive." ”

Sikong Lanyue said: "So after ten breaths, you immediately stop and hide!"

He Huanyu said: "Don't talk about it, understand, order?"

Sikong Lanyue said: "Lao Su first, I second, you last!"

Jiangnan Gongzi frowned and said, "Location?"

"You go up, I go down, Lao He goes directly to the west to the end!"

"Go!"

Jiangnan Gongzi suddenly stood up, and his figure suddenly became ethereal, instantly killing several lay disciples next to Tallinn.

Looking at the towering towers of the low towers, he gritted his teeth violently, and the long sword suddenly slashed out, and the powerful sword roared past, cutting off a pagoda.

"Who dares to break into the pagoda!" A terrifying roar suddenly came from the center of Tallinn, and a powerful coercion continued to surge in all directions.

Jiangnan Gongzi went out with all his might, and every sword stabbed out, it was a few sword rays, and in ten breaths, dozens of swords were slashed! One after another pagodas fell in response, and most of them had physical Buddhas.

"Thief, stop!" The powerful roar seemed to be right next to his ears, and the figure of Jiang Nan Gongzi suddenly flashed, and his whole body breathed restrained, and he walked towards the residence of the lay disciples.

Bu Xie arrived in an instant, and watched dozens of stupas fall to the ground, and the flesh Buddha was rotten, and suddenly let out a shocking roar.

At this moment, suddenly there was a wave in the southernmost part of Tallinn, followed by a roar.

The eyes of the evil were about to split, and he suddenly understood the enemy's conspiracy, and his right hand suddenly pointed to the sky, and a golden Buddha seal surged up to the sky, suddenly scattering.

Looking at the golden light above Tallinn, the entire Hanging Mi Temple was sensational, which meant that Tallinn was attacked, and the guardian monks were powerless to resist, calling on the monks of the whole temple to rush to West Tallinn.

So thousands of monks and lay disciples of the entire Hanging Mi Temple, all rushed to West Tallinn, the roar shook the sky, the killing intent soared, and the Hanging Mi Temple suffered the biggest catastrophe in hundreds of years.

Unconsciously stared at the golden light in the direction of the sky in West Tallinn, his body staggered, and suddenly said loudly: "Uncle Shi! If you don't go out of the horse, the Hanging Mi Temple will be gone!"

A light sigh came from inside the Futu Tower, and Qingjie's voice said lightly: "I'll guard you here, you go!"

"Thank you, uncle!" Buwu sighed, and with a lift of the Zen staff in his hand, the whole figure suddenly disappeared in place.

The Tibetan Scripture Pavilion of the Hanging Mi Temple was destroyed, the West Tallinn was attacked, and the catastrophe for hundreds of years was caused by himself.

I never thought that the other party would have such a ability, how many masters came to make such a big move.

He was anxious, angry, and remorseful, and hated not to slap all the aggressors to death!

West Tallinn, Sikong Lanyue shattered into a piece of Tallinn, and after attracting no evil, it seemed to have lost a trace.

At this time, He Huanyu, who was running with all his might, was already standing in the westernmost part of West Tallinn, although the spear could not be brought in, but the internal force could still smash the pagoda.

The muscles of the whole body tensed, and the golden internal force exploded, and a piece of Tallinn fell, and the three of them together destroyed more than a hundred pagodas.

All the monks of the Hanging Mi Temple stepped into the West Tallinn, looked at the destroyed body of the Buddha all over the ground, and cried bitterly for a while.

And all of this, for Fu Yan, has just begun.

Gu Jing is the purpose of the plan.

And escaping is the end of the plan.

(This book will be on the shelves soon, three times a day from now on, ask for collections, tickets, flowers, rewards, and stamps..... Thank you for your support...... ）