Compared with other peers, the monks of Fuxian Temple are undoubtedly a relatively lucky group of people.

In addition to the Great Ci'en Temple, they are the closest from Mount Emei, not only less the pain of thousands of miles of travel, but also often in the middle of the river, and the ability to adapt to bad weather is much better.

Because of this, the monks of Fuxian Temple rushed to Xiping County early, in order to avoid startling the snake, they did not enter the western capital, but chose the pre-arranged Huangshui County, found a small temple to place an order, every day is not to chant the Buddha, or to polish their own martial arts, waiting for the convergence of the rest of the Buddhist temple.

It was getting dark, the diligent monks had already begun to prepare for the morning class, and a few idle warrior monks were clearing the snow inside and outside the small temple and cleaning it up.

Suddenly, a carrier pigeon flew in and stood on the courtyard wall, making a cooing sound.

A warrior monk stretched out his hand and pulled the carrier pigeon off the courtyard wall with a soft force, held it in his hand, untied the small bamboo tube tied to his paws, took out the letter inside, and hurriedly read it, and his face suddenly changed greatly.

"What's wrong?" asked a few senior brothers curiously.

The monk shook his head, took the letter and walked briskly into the inner courtyard, knocked lightly on the door of a meditation house, and when he got permission, he immediately pushed the door and entered.

There are five old monks sitting in the meditation room, one by one, they are all full of spirits, obviously the high monks of Buddhism, the head of the old monks is thin, the long eyebrows are drooping, it seems to be a bitter and hateful appearance, it is the abbot of Mount Emei Puxian Temple to promote the Dharma Zen master.

Zen Master Hongfa has been famous in the rivers and lakes for decades, looking sad and sad, and a short-lived death, but in fact, the internal and external skills are excellent, and they are extremely good. He reached out and took the letter, glanced at it hurriedly, and his face suddenly sank.

"Putuo Mountain Luojia Temple, Jiuhua Mountain Fuhu Temple was attacked on the way, Luojia Temple killed nine disciples, Fuhu Temple Golden Body Heavy Dakong Zen Master died in battle, more than half of the people in the temple were killed and wounded?"

The other four old monks all changed their colors, and one of them said in surprise: "The strength of the Pure Yang Palace is not bad, it is not surprising that Luojia Temple was attacked by it, and nine disciples died, how could Fuhu Temple suffer such heavy casualties?"

Zen Master Hongfa shook his head and said in a deep voice: "Luojia Temple encountered Liu Suifeng, the first disciple of Pure Yang, fortunately, the two senior brothers Gu Yin and Gu Xuan rushed back in time, and only then did they retreat the enemy with one enemy and two enemies. And Fuhu Temple was trapped in an avalanche, and the three senior brothers of Dajue, Da Ming, and Da Jing all went out separately to ask for help, leaving only Senior Brother Dakong alone, but he was killed by Chu Xun, the second disciple of Chunyang!"

After saying this, several old monks were as heavy as water, and another old monk sighed: "Amitabha, the poor monk and the senior brother of Dakong have always been friends, and the immeasurable law of the Sumeru Light Buddha is extremely strong, and it is really lamentable!"

The wrinkles on the face of the Zen Master Hongfa deepened, and the light in the small eyes was clear, and he said coldly: "The letter states that the Dakong Zen Master was killed in a frontal fight, which shows that the strength of the Pure Yang Sect people is far beyond our imagination." If he encounters this person one day, he must be careful!"

Several old monks nodded silently, and suddenly there was a loud thunderclap outside, followed by the shouts of countless people, like thunder.

"What's going on?" The five old monks stood up together, and the warrior monk who delivered the letter hurriedly bowed down and said, "Wait for the disciple to go out to check ......"

"No need!" Zen Master Hongbo stretched out his hand to stop the warrior monk and ordered, "Senior brothers, let's go together!"

The earth shook, and the outer walls of the small temple had been damaged to the ground, and countless black-armored heavy cavalry waved the iron chains in their hands, and a hammer was tied to the end of the iron chains, constantly shattering the walls completely.

In the face of these hundreds of heavily armored cavalry, even the most courageous warrior monks could only shrink their defensive circles and rely on the Daxiong Treasure Hall to hold on. Even so, the powerful bow and crossbow like a flying locust shot the unprepared warrior monks high and flew high one by one, and fell heavily to the ground.

The monks of Fuxian Temple have been completely blinded, they never dreamed that they encountered the regular heavy cavalry, under such an offensive, even if the martial arts are high, how can they resist this devastating power?

"What the hell is going on, how can the heavy cavalry of the government do anything to us?"

Seeing that more than 20 monks in the temple had died, more than 10 seriously injured monks fell to the ground and screamed, and a large amount of blood flowed from under his body.

In addition to a few extremely sturdy buildings, the small temple was almost destroyed into a white ground, and the blood flowed like a river, and when five old monks came out, a sharp whistle immediately sounded among the cavalry, and all the cavalry turned their horses' heads and retreated to a hundred zhang away to confront each other.

A tall war horse in heavy armor slowly came out, black armor, black cloak, holding a thick war spear in his hand, carrying five throwing spears behind his back, the longbow with good strings hung behind him, the hideous armor was put down, and only a pair of murderous eyes could be seen from the small anti-arrow fence.

"Pure Yang Palace, Li Chengyuan!"

In just six words, it sounded like a voice in hell, and the meaning of slaughter permeated the entire clearing.

These 500 heavy cavalry condensed Song Shujian's countless efforts, tens of thousands of homeless people, and finally only selected the strongest and brave 500 young men, who were trained by Song Shujian for half a year, and were the most powerful regular troops in Chunyang Palace, but they were not used in the border war, but they first made the monks of Fuxian Temple suffer a big loss.

"Sure enough, it's the Pure Yang Palace!"

Seeing the tragic situation under the door, the five old monks were so angry that their eyes were dripping blood, these warrior monks are the essence of Fuxian Temple, each of them has been practicing martial arts for many years, and now they have lost more than half of their lives under the crossbow arrows, doesn't it make these promising old monks so angry that they almost go crazy?

"Little thief, come forward and die!" In the face of hundreds of strong bows and crossbows, even the most crazy people will not continue to send warrior monks to death, the five old monks took a few steps forward and glared at Li Chengyuan viciously.

"This should have been the case a long time ago!" Li Chengyuan tilted his neck, made a crisp sound, and sneered, "If you didn't bring so many miscellaneous fish, why would I borrow Mr. Song's heart? Even if I hurt one or two, Mr. Song might hang me from a tree and beat me!"

The front hooves of the incomparable green shadow of the divine horse dug the ground, and suddenly let out a roar, and the four hooves flew up and down like lamps, turning into a black shadow, and in a few breaths, it had already rushed in front of the five monks.

"Drink!" Li Chengyuan stabbed straight into the chest of the Zen Master Kobo like a dragon.

Seeing Li Chengyuan rushing over like this, the five old monks were stunned, and then they were furious. This kid is tired of being alive, isn't he? The golden body of the five major Buddha sects is here, and he is only a half-step innate, and he dares to launch an assault unscrupulously?

The Zen master was so angry that one Buddha was born, and the second Buddha ascended to heaven, and shouted: "Brothers, you go and kill those lackeys, and the old man will personally send this kid back to the West!"

He shouted in his mouth, raised his hands, and suddenly flipped outward, and a powerful palm force had already met him.