Two horses are close!!

Nurru stared at the Feilu Sword in Yan Liuhe's hand, and he himself was also holding on to the wolf's tooth hammer.

Close, close, the heads of the two horses will collide!!!!

Nurru raised the wolf's tooth hammer and slammed it towards Yan Liuhe's face. word

Yan Liuhe watched the wolf's tooth hammer roar down, he could really feel the wind rolled up by the wolf's tooth hammer, in fact, at this moment, as long as he wanted, he could kill Nurlu twenty or thirty times, but he didn't plan to kill this guy yet.

He decided to make the guy convince his Kenshin.

His Feilu sword finally moved.

I saw that Nurlu's wolf tooth hammer suddenly fell short the moment it smashed into Yan Liuhe's door, and Yan Liuhe put away his sword.

The two horses intersect and separate.

They are all good horses, and at the moment they staggered, they all retracted their iron hooves and stopped.

The two horses turned around and faced each other.

"Hey, your mace hammer makes me so scared, it scares me into a cold sweat behind me, it's really bloody, it must have killed a lot of people, right?" Yan Liuhe asked Nurru.

"Hahaha, that's, that's, in fact, your sword is not bad, but it seems that your sword is not close to me at all!!" Nurru laughed.

Suddenly, Nurru felt something itchy on his face, as if it was wet with some liquid.

"Ah~ Lord Nurru Qianhu, your face!!" Dong Zhuang's face changed.

Seeing Dong Zhuang's panicked expression, Nurru was a little disgusted with his guts, but he also reached out to wipe his face.

If you look at the palm of your hand again, it is red.

"The tenth sword of the thirteen swords, under the sword qi, what's so difficult to write a few words on your face? Yan Liuheyun said lightly.

"He, he's too strong!!" Dong Zhuang was a little scared, and he also had the heart to retreat.

It's Nurru, this guy is not afraid of death, although his face is bloody and scummy, and he has a very beautiful little smiling face,,,,,,,, but it does not hinder Nurru's fighting spirit.

It is the battle intent from the eternal fire, the heart, the iron, the bones, the charcoal. The chest should be furnace, and the blood should be sweat!!

The more you fight, the more courageous you become, and you will never give in~

"Come, fight again. Nurru's eyebrows froze, and the blood on his face became even more oozing.

The wolf's tooth hammer was hung high, and the war horse whistled and charged at Yan Liuhe again.

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On the Great Khan Mountain, Kong Liang panicked, only cared about fleeing for his life, and went around the mountain road all the way to fight horses, and unconsciously went to the place where the cigarettes were filled.

The ancient temple in the middle of the mountain, the cigarette smoke curls, this is a relatively old temple, so far, I don't know how many years of history. It is located halfway up the Great Khan Mountain, and half of the entire temple is inlaid on the Great Khan Mountain.

Let's see: the sky is crossed, and Huiluan refers to the emperor.

The dawn is over, and the spring is hugging the rock flow.

Empty music is overflowing, and cigarettes are thin and colorful.

Since then, the jade paste has been pan, and the immortal has taken over Fuqiu.

Song Yanqing's poems also wrote the Pure Law Temple on the Great Khan Mountain.

Kong Liang restrained the fire wolf horse, stopped in front of the temple gate, sniffed the lingering breath of this Buddhist holy land, but did not feel a trace of incense and vulgarity, but only felt a stream of elegance drilled into the body, and recited the "Yuan Dan Qing Song" of Qinglian monks on the spot:

"Long circle, stepping on the star rainbow, riding a flying dragon and making the wind.

Crossing the river and crossing the sea and connecting with the sky, I know that my heart is endless. ”

Just as I was having fun, I suddenly heard a bell ringing in the temple.

Kong Liang hurriedly dismounted, respectfully clasped his palms together towards the Pure Law Temple, and bowed down.

The humming of the ancient bell also alarmed the monks of the Pure Law Temple.

It turned out that the buzzing of this big bell did not come from the monk who rang the bell, but the ancient bell struck by the bell hammer itself.

In the temple, the monks were amazed, because this old bell, since it was erected more than 100 years, such a situation, plus this time, there have only been seven times.

The first time was when Master Fang Cun came to the Pure Dharma Temple before he was really molded, and the third time was when Master Zhihuan was born in the Pure Dharma Temple.

Another time, it was when the Eternal Flame Khan was a child, that is, when he was a child, Helian Wanli was hunting, and he crashed into the mountain gate, and the bell also rang, but only eleven times.

Eleven, according to the Hulinbuir grassland, is extremely unlucky.

So it's a secret, and no one has revealed it.

The seventh time was when Kong Liang came to the Pure Law Temple.

In the meditation room, Master Fang Cun, who was cultivating, stopped chanting the scriptures and opened his eyes.

Under his seat, thirteen disciples also withdrew from the meditation.

"Doesn't the bell of our Pure Dharma Temple only ring at night?" asked Master Fang Cun.

"Master, the thirteen of us are on duty in turns, and we collide thirteen times a day with each other, and we have never made a mistake. A disciple said.

"That's weird. Master Fangcun's snow-like beard frowned.

After a while, a little monk came to report the situation.

"Abbot, let's go to our temple, the bell in the temple rang by itself!!" The little monk said breathlessly.

"Could it be that the distinguished guest has arrived? Hurry up and go to the temple gate to greet the distinguished guest. Master Fang Cun stood up.

The thirteen disciples all got up, surrounded Master Fang Cun, and walked towards the temple gate.

At the gate of the temple, Wuxu looked at Kong Liang, the boss with beady eyes.

He was going out of the temple gate to give alms to the foot of the Great Khan.

"Is that you?"

"So it's you?"

Both of them exclaimed at the same time.

"It's a living bodhisattva, it's a living bodhisattva, it turns out that you are a high monk of the Pure Law Temple, last year, we almost misunderstood you. Kong Liang bowed to Wuxi.

"It doesn't matter, you are also kind-hearted donors, and it is my Buddha's compassion that allows the poor monks to get acquainted with you. "No bad returns.

"Don't you know that the living bodhisattva's business is done?" Kong Liang asked.

"Hehehe, the Buddha said, no clouds, no clouds. Wusha shook his head and smiled.

"Wusha, since it is a distinguished guest, why don't you welcome you to the temple soon. Master Fang Cun's voice came from inside the door.

"Ah, you have distinguished guests to welcome, am I bothered?" Kong Liang scratched his head.

"That's right, the ancient bell of our Pure Law Temple rang by itself, and our master Fang Cun said that there must be a distinguished guest here. Wu Xuan naturally didn't put Kong Liang in his eyes, because he was a distinguished guest in the mouth of Master Fang Cun, so he was not a monk, but also a master.

But Kong Liang in front of him, in the eyes of Wuxi, is just a Han boy.

"For no reason, it is Zhong Qiyin, and the secretary should also come to my door, Amitabha. Master Fang Cun walked out of the temple gate and bowed to the first person he saw, that is, with his palms folded and his head bowed.

Master Fang Cun is a lama monk who has practiced for forty or fifty years, and his identity is not only noble? Even when he meets an ordinary monk, he only bows with one hand.

However, his concern for Kong Liang is not like the elders to the younger generations at all, but more like the relationship between the peers.

Kong Liang, what is the identity of this guy?

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