Don't work with the enemy, thieves are rampant here. The rebellion of the Fa Xiang was unexpected by the monks. After Lu Si laughed wildly, he glanced at the monks of Hesi with cold eyes, and he said arrogantly: "Your Shaolin Temple is proud of the Wulin Taishan Beidou, and today this general can make it disappear with a flick of his fingers." However, God has the virtue of a good life, as long as you hand over Huijue, this general can consider sparing your life. ”

After that, his cunning sparrow eyes moved to every monk present, but there was no sound in all directions, and not one of them betrayed Huijue for fear of death. The monk's indomitability made Lu Si lose patience, and he still turned around and asked the traitor Faxiang. A pair of leopards emitted a fierce light with their eyes ringed, and slowly moved to look for Huijue's figure among the monks.

At this moment, Fakong suddenly shouted, Fa Xiang's "Heavenly Demon Body Protection Divine Skill" is in my hands, today I will burn it in public, and I must not let this kind of divine skill fall into the hands of you, the scum of Shaolin Temple. Fa Xiang looked back, and Fa Kong was indeed holding a book in his hand, and he had already lit the fire and was moving it towards the corner of the book.

The evil eagle of the law flicked its wings and flew to the side of Fakong. He said viciously: "Fakong, hurry up and hand over the Heavenly Demon Body Protection Divine Skill, otherwise you will be crushed." Fakong then said: "Everything is empty, why bother to cling to a skin." Fa Xiang gathered his true qi with his palms and said to Fakong: "Now I will leave you empty." After that, the thunder of the powerful King Kong palm roared, and a strong force slapped towards the law.

Fakong threw the book in front of Fa Xiang, and Fa Xiang withdrew his palm to take the book. The hands of the Fakong Thousand Leaves are like the water of the continuous river, and the true qi gathers and gushes. Fa Xiang tucked the book, turned around and slapped Fakong. But the wind and clouds converged, and the lightning broke through the sky. Lu Si looked at the four palms of his hand, and he felt that he was already dazzled.

The two of them are just a fleeting move, but they are already deciding whether they are winning or losing. Fakong and Fa are the same as jumping down, Fa Xiang stands tough and loose, but Fa Kong is a body that is swaying and swaying. Lu Si laughed wildly again: "The first seat of the Dharma Hall is really worthy of its reputation, and it killed the high disciples of Zhishan Bald Donkey as soon as he made a move. ”

He seemed to be overly optimistic, although Fa Xiang stood in place like a pine tenacity, but after he looked at Fa for a moment, he coughed up a thick stream of blood. A smile appeared on Fakong's lips, and he fell to the ground and his body was empty. Fa Xiang sneered a few times, picked up the "Heavenly Demon Body Protection Divine Skill" under his armpit and laughed, and then he turned a page, which was empty. The same is true for turning backwards. A wordless book in the sky makes the law minister obedient and angry.

At this time, his face began to distort due to anxiety and anger, and the surge of qi and blood made Faxiang's face turn purple. Zen Master Zhishan clasped his palms together and chanted in his mouth, "Amitabha, greed and hatred are the greatest karmic obstacles to cultivation, and you still can't have an epiphany when you are in the Dharma?"

Fa Xiang's eyes were bloodshot, and he rushed out like a mad beast, and he said to Zhishan: "You stop me, if you don't leave Huijue in the temple, where can there be so many incidents, and you are acting here." ”

Zhishan frowned, shook his head helplessly at Faxiang, and said to Faxiang: "The demon in your heart has become a disciple of Buddhism. The law minister crooked his mouth and squinted his eyes, and he didn't do anything and cleaned up Zhishan. He showed his teeth and claws to strangle the neck of Zen Master Zhishan, and Zen Master Zhiqing shouted: "Faxiang, you really deceived the teacher and destroyed the ancestors." ”

Fa Xiang knew that Zhiqing had been poisoned by the heart erosion, so he didn't pay attention to him at all. He smashed the stone with strength between his fingers, and walked the dragon and snake under his feet, with a fierce and vicious look on his face, and rushed straight to the side of Zen Master Zhishan. Zen Master Zhishan moved his position lightly, grabbed the iron pincer-like fingers of the Dharma Xiang with one hand, gathered the strength of his whole body and pressed downward, and made him unable to move with a move of Arhat breaking branches, and then the move continued upward, and the palm shook the Dharma Xiang out of the zhang.

Fa Xiang sat on the ground paralyzed by his palm, but Zen Master Zhishan vomited blood wildly. The monks stepped forward slowly, all in tears. Zen Master Zhishan said kindly: "Self-nature is empty and obsession is what Buddhist disciples should be enlightened in their practice." You should not grieve in such a way that you ignore my teachings. ”

Lu Si saw the mournful voices of the monks, and he said with his eyes open: "Zhishan, a bald donkey, is not self-sufficient, and he finally brought trouble on himself when he went against this general. Now that I have learned from the past, let's see which of you dares not to hand over Huijue to me. ”

The monks slowly got up and said, "If I don't go to hell, whoever goes to hell doesn't want a pair of skins." After speaking, they lined up in an arhat formation to protect Zhishan and other Zen masters. Zhishan called Huijue to his side and said: "Huijue, this time Shaolin is in this great disaster, and all the monks are sacrificing themselves to protect the temple. ”

Hui Jue said goodbye with tears, Lu Si saw someone slipping away from Zhi Shan's side, and knew that it must be Hui Jue, so he immediately drank and ordered the Jinyi guard to break through the Arhat Formation and capture Hui Jue. Although the monks are weak and weak, they are supported by the idea of protecting the temple. The palm fluttered, the stick shadow was forested, and the brocade guard was defeated again as before.

The angry Lu Si locked up the Zhishan Zen Master and the monks of the temple, and when the curtain was dark, Huijue had long been missing. Lu Si glanced at the seriously injured Fa Xiang and threw the antidote to the ground. He said to Fa Xiang with a swaggering posture: "Now that Huijue has escaped, even if he catches these bald donkeys, it will be useless, you can tell me what to do." ”

The law phase took the antidote, coiled his legs, and lucked Zhou Tian. After a while, he felt his breath a little smoother, and Fa Xiang wiped his mouth and sneered: "General Lu don't worry, there is Zhishan in our hands, and it is expected that Huijue will not dare to come nonsense." As long as you dare to act rashly, let Zhishan go to the western sky. ”

Lu Si tugged at the mouse's beard and nodded again and again. Then he said to Fa Xiang: "What do you think Huijue plans to do next?"

Fa Xiang Thief's eyes rolled, and he pondered for a moment and said: "Huijue's martial arts are mediocre, I think he is most likely to go to Wudang Mountain to find Xuanzhen's bull's nose for help." ”

Lu Si laughed and said: "As long as we hold the path to Wudang Mountain, and wait until Huijue invites rescuers, I'm afraid that Zhishan has turned into a pool of thick water haha." At that time, you will naturally become the abbot in charge. ”

Fa Xiang was extremely proud, and with Lu Si's cruel smile, a strange smile flashed on his gloomy face. Huijue ran to the back mountain path in a hurry, not wanting to go down the steep mountain road at night, he didn't pay attention to his feet, and rolled down the bluestone steps.

At dawn, he found himself lying on a soft straw mat, beside whom a beggar in tattered clothes walked slowly towards him with a bowl of taro stalk soup. The beggar said, "Little monk, what are you going to do in a hurry to catch up with the night road?"

Huijue exchanged tears and told the beggar what happened to Nan Shaolin. The beggar scolded with a stick: "It's these thieves under Wei Zhongxian again, if Cunyi's nephew is here, they will definitely be beaten to the ground." ”

As soon as Hui Jue heard Cunyi's name, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he held his shoulders that were painful and unbearable and said, "Uncle, what you said about Cunyi, but you are the son of Yang Lian, the imperial history of Zuodu?" The beggar nodded, and looked at the little monk with a sad face beside him with surprised eyes. He casually asked, "Why, do you know my nephew Cunyi?"

Huijue touched the past, and cried loudly again. The beggar stomped his feet one after another, eager to find out why. After a while, Huijue calmed down and stopped sobbing. He told the beggar exactly about his marriage with Cunyi.

The beggar burst into tears and told Huijue that he was Han Yi, the secretary of the Ministry of Rites, because of Wei Zhongxian's frame-up, and his family was ruined. Huijue howled and cried, threw herself into the beggar's arms, and shouted, "Uncle Han." ”

After many years of separation, Wei Chenglong faded from the childishness on his face, if it wasn't for Han Yi inadvertently mentioning Cunyi's name, even if they were close, they wouldn't dare to recognize each other. Han Yi brought the taro stalk soup to Hui Jue, who was so hungry that he drank the taro stalk soup with a slick of heart. With a little more strength, Han Yi asked Huijue why Nan Shaolin had met with bad luck.

Huijue told Han Yi that it was because of a secret letter. After Han Yi understood the ins and outs of the matter, he asked Hui Jue if he had any strategy to resolve the crisis in the temple. Huijue told Han Yi that he had originally planned to go to Wudang Mountain to find Xuanzhen Daoist for help, but he was afraid that Lu Si would intercept and kill him halfway, so that after delaying the trip, the master would definitely die of poison.

Han Yi nodded, he thought that Jinyiwei must have calculated the origin of Shaolin and Wudang, and ambushed at various crossings. Now Wudang Mountain is categorically unable to go, and Huijue is seriously injured and unable to walk. How is this good?

He stroked his long beard and patted his head from time to time. After a long time, he suddenly turned around and said to Hui Jue: "Oh, my old bones are really useless, and the person in front of him can't even remember it." ”

Hui Jue endured the pain to the bones and got up and said to Han Yi, "Uncle Han, have you thought of someone who can help me?"

Han Yi nodded and told Huijue that there was a Weiyang village twenty miles away, and Yuan Yingwu was here. He can find it for Huijue, and everyone will discuss the rescue countermeasures together. The mountains and rivers are exhausted, and there is no way out, and the willows and flowers are bright and another village. When Hui Jue felt that he was isolated and helpless, he was happy to meet his father's sworn brother Han Yi, and now his sworn brother Yuan Yingwu was not far away. The time for the brothers to meet was not far away, and he couldn't hold back the joy in his heart.

Although it is a difficult thing to rescue the monks in the temple, the brothers work together to break the gold, and Huijue believes that with Yuan Yingwu's help, there is a hope of saving people. Han Yi brought the soup pot to Hui Jue's side and told him to take care of himself. Huijue burst into tears and bowed to Han Yi.

Han Yi helped him up, and his vicissitudes of life revealed a sense of perseverance. He told Huijue that if he fought this old bone, he would also find Yingwu. With tears in his eyes, Huijue saw Han Yi staggering towards the door, his heart was full of mixed feelings, and he looked at the dilapidated and empty temple gate in a daze.