The two monks were both disciples of the Dharma Hall of the Great Ci'en Temple, and they were ordered by Master Puyin to inspect outside the temple, and at this time, listening to Xiao Qianli's arrogant words, the taller monk shouted: "What a bold man, he dares to disturb the pure place of Buddhism?"

The slightly shorter monk looked at Xiao Qianli for a long time, and saw that he was in a feather coat and a star crown, carrying a long sword, and his appearance was not bad, so he glanced at his companion at the moment, and said in a deep voice: "You are a person from the Taoist Gate, but I am here in the land of Buddhism, there is a lot of inconvenience, please turn around." ”

Xiao Qianli sneered and said in a cold voice: "What a great temple of mercy and grace, such a big style, such a great momentum, worthy of the Mahayana ancestral court! It can be seen how prosperous the Buddhism has been!"

The two monks didn't hear the resentment and irony in Xiao Qianli's tone, they just praised it sincerely, and their tones eased at the moment, and the tall and thin monk shouted: "That Taoist, we won't embarrass you, you can leave your weapons and go back!"

"Leave the weapon?" Xiao Qianli said with a smile, "Who in the world dares to let me leave the weapon?"

At this time, four gray-clothed monks came out of the temple, with fast body style, wind in the placket, and martial arts quite successful. One of them shouted loudly: "The first Venerable Master of the Dharma Hall has preached: Someone who comes to lay down their blades, state the details at the temple gate, and listen to the edict!"

Xiao Qian couldn't help but sneer and said, "What a big official, a good official." Little monk, didn't you work as a eunuch in the palace before you shaved your ordination?"

The monk's face suddenly changed, and he shouted, "What a big dog guts!" His body shook, and suddenly the wind blew on his face, and a big hand grabbed Xiao Qianli in front of his chest.

This grasp was ruthless and skillful, and he was about to grab Xiao Qianli's chest, only to hear a crisp sound of "click", but Xiao Qianli stretched out a hand, grabbed the monk's wrist, shook his strength, broke his wrist alive, and immediately staggered back a few steps, holding the broken wrist and screaming in pain.

When all the monks saw that their fellow monks were injured, they were all furious, and they attacked together with their sticks and sticks. Xiao Qianli sneered: "The pearl of rice grains, also let go of light?"

He didn't move at all under his feet, his arms shook, a sword light flew up from behind, and suddenly turned into seven-colored sword qi, the brilliance flowed, like a spear and a sharp sword, from top to bottom suddenly brushed, the mysterious "Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Sect" unfolded, and in an instant, the monks were cut in two by the sword qi, and the flesh and blood flew sideways, which was unbearable.

With just one move, five of the six monks have died, but the monk who broke his wrist was so shocked that his face was as white as earth, trembling, his face was pale, and he pointed at Xiao Qianli and shouted, "You...... You're ...... Killing people at the Great Mercy and Grace Temple?"

Xiao Qianli didn't even bother to look at him, and said lightly, "Do you still want to stop me?"

When he said this, he stopped speaking, but walked slowly towards the temple gate.

The monk with the broken wrist gritted his teeth, suddenly turned around and ran without looking back, jumped into the temple with a rise and fall, and shouted: "There is an enemy attack!"

Xiao Qianli didn't care about him, he walked straight to the door of the temple, raised his right hand, and pressed it on the door, and the gate was suddenly shocked upside down, and fell heavily on the square of the temple, booming twice, raising a large amount of dust.

I only heard more than ten huge bells in the temple ringing together, and when the sound was right, it was only heard from miles away.

I saw that there were hundreds of young monks in gray robes in the ceremony, divided into two dragons out of the water, fifty-four on the left and fifty-four on the right, a total of one hundred and eight people, a total of one hundred and eight Arhats.

Later, there were 24 middle-aged monks, covered with light yellow robes, who were disciples of the higher generation of Dharma Hall. After a while, three old monks wearing ochre robes came out, namely the first Puyin Zen Master in the Dharma Hall, the first Puyu Zen Master in the Guangming Hall, and the first Puxin Zen Master in the Panjue Hall.

The monk with the broken wrist had already rushed to the front of the three old monks, and hurriedly reported a few words, the three monks were all gloomy, and they all looked at Xiao Qianli together, and the first Puyin Zen master in the Dharma Hall took a step forward and said in a deep voice: "Since the layman came to worship the temple, why did he hurt people?"

"Worship the temple?" Xiao Qianli sneered, "This seat is here only to seal the temple!"

As soon as they heard the word "seal the temple," all the monks immediately burst into an uproar, and everyone was full of anger, and some people shouted: "What a bold man! Where did the mad Taoist priest come from, he dared to claim to be the Great Mercy and Grace Temple!"

Xiao Qianli snorted coldly and said, "What's so difficult?"

He sat down cross-legged, rested his sword on his knees, closed his eyes, and looked so relaxed that he had gone down.

The two middle-aged monks glanced at each other, jumped up, shouted in unison, each holding a stick, snorting twice, and slashed down at Xiao Qianli's head.

Suddenly, a cold light flew up, and the sticks of the two monks fell to the ground in unison, desperately clutching their throats, their throats rang out, and their eyes were full of fear.

The monks exclaimed in surprise, only to see a blood mark suddenly appear in the throats of the two monks, and then blood burst out, and the two fell to the ground and died of exhaustion.

Seeing Xiao Qianli kill the two of them, the eyes of the three old monks suddenly flashed with fierce light, and Pu Yin shouted: "Set up the formation!"

The one hundred and eight monks suddenly came out of the crowd, roaring and surrounding Xiao Qianli, Xiao Qianli closed his eyes and said nothing, only listening to a loud shout, the one hundred and eight monks were immediately divided into twelve throws, each nine or eight, rows of vertical and horizontal pre-standing, the momentum was amazing.

Hearing the sound of the Buddha's horn again, one hundred and eight people proclaimed the Buddha's horn in unison, the strong wind in the courtyard was emptying and stirring, the monk's clothes fluttered, and the eyes were dazzled.

This Arhat Formation is not unique to Shaolin, all the Buddhist temples have this one hundred and eight Arhat formations, because some small temples can not get together one hundred and eight disciples, the manpower is not even, and they can only lay down the "Little Arhat Array".

And the Great Mercy and Grace Temple is the Mahayana ancestral garden, there are many good hands in the temple, and the Arhat array is laid out, even if it is a congenital master, it is difficult to grasp its edge. Once the group attack is launched, the momentum is continuous and endless, and this wheel group attack is hard fighting, even if it is not killed, after a long time, it will be exhausted to death.

Xiao Qianli opened his eyes, looked at the three old monks through the crowd, and said with a smile: "Isn't it necessary to use the Arhat Formation to consume the strength of this seat first?"

Seeing that the nine Qi Mei sticks had hit the top of Xiao Qianli's head, suddenly the starlight flashed, and the black and white qi flew out from the center of Xiao Qianli's eyebrows, and a huge sword qi fell from the sky, and the aura of "Zhenshan River" took shape, no matter how the nine sticks worked, they couldn't hurt Xiao Qianli for half a point.

All the monks shouted in unison, the first nine people to attack retreated, and nine more people rushed to attack, one after another, and for a time the stick fell like rain.

It's just that no matter how these one hundred and eight monks have used their strength in their lives, there is nothing they can do, and under the "Zhenshan River", it is difficult to break the "Anuttara Sambodhi Great Array" that is urged with all their might, not to mention the monks in this realm of transforming Qi?

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