In Gaoliang Temple, Master Sansi told the truth about the vegetable farmer Lao Wang stealing martial arts cheats in the past two years.

This old king immediately changed from a good old man's face to a cold face, where is he still a vegetable farmer under the mountain, he is clearly a martial artist in the realm of Zhifang. He knew that the people surrounding him now were the three generations of disciples of Gaoliang Temple, and it was possible to rush out now, if the Zhizi generation monk came, he would not be able to escape.

Ten little monks fought around an old king, this old king is like an ape, abnormal health, fist strength, its strength collapsed at one point, every move shocked a little monk, this is clearly not the martial arts of Gaoliang Temple that he has stolen in the past two years. It's just that Gaoliang Temple is not an idle temple, and the little monks are all copper and iron, allowing Lao Wang to hit their bodies, taking a few steps back, and not seeing the slightest sign of injury.

This old king is not in love with war, and retreats to the front yard while fighting, where there are a large number of pilgrims, which is a chance to escape.

After dozens of moves, the old king really retreated to the front yard. The fight was brief, but it didn't go unheard. It's just that the masters of the Zhizi generation in the temple were all sent to the back mountain to secretly guard the fifty or so manic Bliss cultists. There are really not one or two left in the temple.

The old king threw himself into the pilgrims like a wolf into a flock of sheep, and beat the old man who was blocking his way to vomit blood and fly upside down with one palm. The pilgrims were alarmed, and the crowd was chaotic. It was also difficult for the ten little monks to intercept Lao Wang.

At this time, the only remaining monk Zhiguang in the temple rushed to the front yard when he heard the sound, and saw a person who injured the old man and fled to the temple gate.

Lao Wang saw a big monk with a white beard standing in front of the door, knowing that he was a second-generation disciple of Gaoliang Temple, and he couldn't beat him, so he turned his head and rushed to the crowd, wanting to take advantage of the chaos to climb over the wall.

The crowd fell to the ground, trampled frequently, and the cries were chaotic, the incense in this Gaoliang Temple was too strong, and there were too many pilgrims.

When the monk Zhiguang rushed into the crowd, he saw Lao Wang lying on his back among the six or seven people who fell to the ground, his eyes were wide open, his head and neck were tilted back, and he took the last breath in. In a dead hole in the upper right abdomen, there is a string of half-eaten sugar gourds.

All the monks came forward, clasped their hands together, and recited Amitabha. Looking around again, the chaos was abnormal, and it was impossible to tell who took advantage of the chaos to kill Lao Wang.

"Sins and sins, if the king is lost, he will know why he will end up like this. The monk stepped forward and lamented.

Among them was a woman in her early thirties, with a bloated body, a dark and cracked face with two patches of plateau red, and a mouthful of teeth that made her lips unable to close, showing the image of a village woman. Holding a girl less than ten years old in her arms, the girl was so frightened that she cried when she saw the chaos just now, and two lines of tears were still hanging on her little face. There are fewer and fewer people on the way down the mountain, and the girl who has not yet recovered from the fright has changed her demeanor, no longer crying, turning her head to look in the direction of Gaoliang Temple, her brows are slightly furrowed, and the old god is there. After a while, she disappeared into the arms of the fat woman and disappeared on the mountain road.

The temple treats injured pilgrims and tidies up the mess.

The three old monks, Sanneng, Sanjie, and Sansi, looked at Lao Wang's corpse in the wing room. "This bamboo stick is in the death hole, and the gang qi enters from this, instantly smashing the fatal veins of the Wang Shizhu, and no one has found it in front of everyone, this murderer is a master of assassination. "The Three Precepts.

"The martial arts practiced by this Wang donor are not stealing from my temple in the past two years, but the kung fu that is suitable for assassination and escape, and today it is exterminated, it seems that this is organized. Sansi said.

"Amitabha, I think there must be similar spies among the major factions, who is so bold, if it is discovered, it will definitely be condemned by the rivers and lakes, that person must not be simple. Senior Brother Sansi, you rushed into the front yard, do you remember the appearance of everyone in the courtyard at that time?" asked the abbot Sanneng.

The monk looked up and thought about it, then closed his eyes and fell into a daze. Every detail is displayed back and forth in the mind, and the faces and movements of each pilgrim are replayed one by one. After squeezing it several times, he opened his eyes after thinking twice and asked the little monk to bring pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

Half a cup of tea, a painting is completed under the pen of Sansi. Two and a half faces, blocked by a man fleeing for his life in a panic. Sansi deduced from the two halves of the two halves of the face. A fat woman is smiling and holding a female baby, the baby is eating a string of sugar gourds, the woman is honest, the female baby is innocent and lifelike.

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It has been several months since the old man followed Liu Yun and others to practice martial arts every day in the mountains and forests.

One day, a "black mist" in the forest advanced from far and near, birds and birds were all famous, and beasts roared endlessly. Two figures shuttled in the fog, one fast and one slow. When the "black fog" approached, I saw that it was a "bird tide" composed of tens of thousands of birds, trembling like a huge drop of water, and its shape changed. The two figures in the tide are Ma Wentian and Xing Yu, who are fighting fiercely.

Every bird is desperately flying out, but when it flies a certain distance, it will be dragged back to the root of the bird tide by an invisible wave of air, of course, a few birds will escape from the bird tide every breath, but as it moves forward, new birds will be dragged in. The root of the bird tide was naturally Liu Yun's hands constantly flying, swinging his arms at a speed that was difficult for ordinary people to see, constantly grabbing the birds and dragging them to him. He couldn't do it with every bird, and with a wave of his hand, "a piece" of birds was captured. It's not easy. He didn't forget what the eldest grandson Fuji said to him not only to take light things, but the hundreds of bison, wild boars, tigers, and leopards in the forest on the ground also fled out in horror, but no matter how far they ran out, they would be dragged back, and the ground was full of paw prints and hoof marks.

In the air, Xiaoyu's body fluttered, shuttling non-stop, so fast that it was difficult to make out the traces, she skillfully shuttled between the flocks of birds, each bird plucked a feather, and her eyes turned quickly under the false eyelids, not plucking a second feather from the same bird. also has to sneak attack Ma Wentian who is practicing swords from time to time.

And Ma Wentian is also standing in the air, holding a three-foot Liuhong sword, a set of small swordsmanship stirs the surrounding gangqi, driving the bird tide to fly regularly, only the arm root can be seen, and the flying sword can not be seen, but it never hurts any of the frightened birds that block the way of the sword, the sword intent is broad and far-reaching, with the original Li Mobai's eight-point essence, and there is a kingly spirit that Li Mobai does not have. It is not easy to guard against Xiaoyu's sneak attacks from time to time.

Seeing that a few bison and wild boars were so tired that they foamed at the mouth and fell to the ground, and birds and birds kept falling from the air, it seemed that if this continued, they had to create large-scale evil and kill. Liu Yun restrained his true qi, let the birds and beasts scatter, and at the same time pumped his hammer upward, stepping in the air, jumping up and down step by step. It's not that he can really go up in the void, but every step on a flying bird, it turns out that Xiaoyu and Ma Wentian in the air also make this flying horse a swallow's kung fu. The three of them gathered together, only to hear the sound of the air cannon, which fell after a while, and hundreds of moves had been completed.

Ma Wentian carried the sword with one hand, and the brocade clothes hunted with the wind, not angry and self-assured, and looked like a king. Liu Yun was holding a heavy hammer, surrounded by a strong body, and he was arrogant. Xing Yu was nowhere to be seen, and she couldn't feel her murderous aura at all, but she was indeed nearby, and she could give a fatal blow at any time, with a hermit aura.

Ma Wentian frowned, and said in a heavy tone: "There are so many killings today......

Liu Yun's serious face burst into laughter for a moment: "It's enough for us to have a full meal, isn't it, Uncle Cook." ”

"Uncle puts more cumin, hahaha. Ma Wentian also turned back into a stinky fart.

Xing Yu walked out with a few birds that could still come back to life after a while, she didn't let go, otherwise this poor little life might be eaten by those two guys.

The old man cleaned up the tired beasts, and he never smiled and didn't know if he was bored, cooking for these three little ghosts every day should be very boring, or maybe it was interesting to watch them grow rapidly every day.