The black-robed man stepped down in shock, glancing at his sleeve as if in disbelief.

"Your internal skills in sword control are very good, and your swordsmanship is also wild and spicy. Jiang Xing flicked his sword and approached the black-robed man: "But if you want to get lucky in front of Luo, there is no such possibility." Your Excellency, are you willing to confess?"

"You...... You want to ......" The black-robed man was frightened: "What do you want...... Confession?"

"Who is your Venerable One?" Jiang Xing asked in a deep voice.

"This ......"

"If you don't recruit, you will ...... in the next meeting"

"So far, the old man has not seen the true face of Lushan. The black-robed man said hurriedly, "The people who deal with the old man and spread the word of mouth are all hooded people. Among us, we only recognize the faith, remember the memory, and do not recognize the people. ”

"What is your discerning faith?" "Yes...... Hmmm......"

The woman who was knocked to the ground and vomited blood was originally sitting on her side not far from the right rear of the black-robed man to perform pranayama, but then she suddenly jumped up, swept forward suddenly, and slapped the black-robed man's back with a palm in the void, like a meteor.

Jiang Xing wanted to stop it, but there was nothing he could do.

The black-robed figure rushed forward and rushed towards Jiang Xing.

Jiang Xing soared into the air, flew over the top door of the black-robed man, pounced on the woman, stretched out his left hand without using his sword, and grabbed the void downward.

The woman only took a step back, and Jiang Xing had already flown past the black-robed man and descended.

"Smack!" the woman slapped her palm on her seal, knowing that she couldn't run, so she cut herself off. Jiang Xing's air-breaking grasp arrived a moment later, and the woman had fallen on her back, the Yin Hall was sunken, and her skull was cracked.

The black-robed man also fell forward, struggled a few times, and couldn't get up anymore, and blood flowed out of his mouth.

Jiang Xing was stunned in his heart, this ghost woman killed her companion and killed herself, so as not to be forced to confess, obviously

He is higher than the black-robed man, and is likely to be the one who directly commands the black-robed man, and he has lost an important person and cannot get a confession.

Jiang Xing turned around to look for You Lao, who was knocked down by him, but You Lao didn't know when he slipped away.

He did not give up and quickly entered the house, hoping to extract a confession from the occupants of the house, who he knew were at least five or six other people in the house.

In the dark night, the house is so dark that you can't see your fingers, and you can hide in any corner, where can you find someone?

Jiang Xing was so depressed that he had to return to see if Xie Yong's periphery had gained anything.

"I haven't seen you for a few days, and you've fallen so far that you can even grab a tongue and set off an empty cannon?"

"Oh my God, you're finally here!"

In the darkness, a lightning-like figure swept by, and the sable jumped steadily onto Jiang Xing's shoulder, turning his head to look at Jiang Xing, his clear black and white eyes couldn't even hide the brilliance of the night. Jiang Xing looked at Hartol, and felt a burst of unexplained satisfaction in his heart: "Come, brother, do you want to see the long meat?"

"Phew, you just grow meat and don't do anything, Xiaomei is behind, I grabbed a live mouth for you, go and see!"

"Haha, it's still my little ha!"

Hartol crouched in the crook of Jiang Xing's arm, and his eyes were like autumn twilight, and he disappeared into the cold night with Jiang Xing.

There are two most popular and civilian temples in the Tianlan Imperial Capital, commonly known as the East Temple and the West Temple.

The East Temple, which refers to the Longfu Temple located near the fourth archway of Dashi Street, opens the temple market on the ninth and tenth days of each month.

The West Temple, referring to the Qingfeng Huguo Temple in Huguo Street, opens the temple market on the seventh and eighth days of each month.

The temple market of the two temples in the east and west is extremely lively, it is the most desirable place for the people of the imperial capital, and it is also the hunting ground of friends in the rivers and lakes.

This day is not the day of the temple market, the wind and snow have stopped, the cold is clear, and there are few people walking on the street of Huguosi.

Still wearing a cyan robe and holding a sable in his arms, Jiang Xing leisurely stepped into the magnificent temple gate, and the entire temple seemed empty and silent.

This ten-hall temple occupies a vast area, but the pilgrims are notoriously rare, which is completely different from the peak of incense in other temples.

It turned out to be a lama temple. The lama was able to come to the imperial capital to build a dojo, thanks to the Ming Emperor's ten thousand sects in the world, and the policy of merging and returning to the Yuan. However, the people of the Tianlan Imperial Capital have always had the idea of respecting ghosts and gods and staying away from the strange Bodhisattvas worshiped by the lamas, and they are also incompatible with the rituals offered by the lamas, so the Lamaism sect from the northern Mangyuan has been withering incense, which is far less long than Taoism.

"Hah! They're waiting for me. Jiang Xing muttered to himself.

Passing through the King Kong Hall, he saw that there was a red figure in the bell tower behind the hall. His feet tightened, and he used his swift body to pass through the Great King Palace, and quickly snatched the vast Longevity Palace.

Three bells rang, and red shadows appeared. It's useless to be fast, the other party has already prepared.

Jiang Xing originally wanted to quickly rush into the Seventh Entrance Dharma Protector Hall, but at a glance, he knew that the situation was already dominated by the other party, and it was difficult for him to control the initiative with such a dignified method of breaking through the mountain gate.

There was a strange and incomprehensible voice, as if the lamas were reciting mantras. In fact, when the authentic monks of Zen recite the scriptures, except for the Buddha name of Amitabha Buddha who can understand the other scriptures, the other scriptures are in Sanskrit, and there are few people who can understand them.

On the steps in front of the hall, there are six strange-shaped lamas, arranged on both sides of the huge iron tripod in the middle.

Block the way.

In the Manjushri side hall to the east, four lamas paced. In the secret hall on the west side, two men, two women, and four lamas also came out.

There was a burst of crackling and strange screams, and the lamas shouted at him with their hands and feet, but Jiang Xing didn't understand a word.

"Haha, their language is very creative! There are more minor syllables, well, better than the native language of my inferior servants......"

Hartol gave the lama a fair assessment of the dialect spoken by the lama.

"Okay, okay, stop barking", Jiang Xing said loudly in a standard Beijing accent: "I know that at least two of you are Han Chinese, and half of you know Chinese. Don't think that there are hundreds of thousands of soldiers and horses at the feet of the Son of Heaven, I don't care, I don't care, I kill people, no one can find me, I am at ease!"

The hideous-looking lama on the right side of Tieding said in a skillful official dialect: "It's simply lawless, dare to spread wilderness in the imperial department, and want to rebel!"

"Hahaha......" Jiang Xing laughed wildly: "Rebellion is the most popular game now, it's very fun! Bai Ying, the northern drama thief who calls you brothers, rebelled; the southern barbarians also rebelled; my fellow villagers Liu family brothers rebelled; and Qi Yanming, the king of Huashan in Dongzhou, also rebelled...... Hahaha, rebellion? That's what happened anyway, although they only lasted a year or two, they didn't live in vain for a lifetime. If necessary, I will also make a rebellion to play. You'd better not arouse my interest in rebellion, because the first place to suffer must be you, the Lamaist Huguo Monastery. “

"Don't be rampant and say such rebellious things. ”

The old lama's tone softened, and the cannibalistic look on his face disappeared without a trace.

"Really, you think I'm here to play?"

Jiang Xing probed and took out the delicate two-foot-eight-inch sheathed machete hidden in his jacket.

"You...... What the hell are you going to do?"

"I want to turn over the clouds and rain You Shijie, the whereabouts of the Three Musketeers of Yanshan, and find out the mongrel who ambushed me, oh, and the three heirlooms I lost!"

"Bold, how does the Buddha know? Are you looking for the wrong person?" "I'm not wrong, if I don't have confirmation, I won't come to the door and kill the innocent." ”

Jiang Xing's face gradually turned cold, and the murderous aura slowly emerged.

"Can you prove that the Buddha is ......"

"Among the bandits who ambushed him, it has been confirmed that one of them is called Phantom Sword Yang Hong. Yang Hong is the little national teacher of your temple, the sworn friend of the great mercy and compassion to protect the country, and the saint Hutu Ketu, you are all embarrassed and traitorous. Step by step, I will trace you to your original form. You are not

Is it the Great Compassion and Great Compassion Protector of the Dharma of the Holy Hutu Ketu?"

"The Buddha doesn't care about your intimidation......"

With a long roar, Jiang Xing put down Hatol and leaped forward, refining the machete out of the sheath halfway, and his figure flashed and climbed the steps.

The six lamas were so shocked that they didn't have time to respond. Angry, the two sides were sharply divided, and there was no time to catch demons in a hurry.

Jiang Xing held the knife in both hands, and in the long roar, it was like a god descending, and the sound of thunder and the sound of the knife were strange and lightning, and lightning shot down.

With a strange sound, the thousand catties of iron tripod were incredibly divided, collapsed, the ground shook, and the strength of the wind slowly dissipated.

Jiang Xing held his sword high and stood like a god.

The eight male and female lamas who came out of the side hall on the left and right, the wolf rushed and fled back to the side hall in terror, and two of them had weak legs, and they actually fell to the ground and struggled to get up, as if they were about to break the fear.

"This is my confidence. His knife was pointed at the old lama, whose face was colorless. can cut through the big iron tripod made of thousands of catties with one knife, which is enough to scare away anyone who thinks that iron beats copper and pours good men.

Even if the cast iron is impure and brittle, it is impossible to use a machete to cut it in two, but it has happened incredibly.

The iron tripod that collapsed in the middle is placed in front of you, and it is by no means a trick to deceive people, and the iron tripod is by no means burned with mud or tied with paper.

"Yang Hong went to Danzhou with the army, nominally a conscripted military household, but in fact, he was ordered by the military department to go to raid the secret envoy of Mangyuan Zhen in the north. The great lama gave in and obediently confessed: "What did Yang Hong do in the imperial capital, how can I know it in the temple? If the treasures he looted are listed and reported, they must have gone into the pockets of some people, and only he knows who it is." If it is not listed, it means that Yang Hong has already taken into his own pocket, and you must find him

I can know whereabouts. ”

"How long has he been there?"

"I left at the beginning of October. ”

"Where is You Shijie hiding?"

"He is the head of Xingyuan in Liu Shilang's house in the Wengshan Military Department, and you have already looked for him. He fled back to the capital, and then hurried away and flew away, I am afraid that you will never find him. ”

"You don't have to worry about that. What about the Three Musketeers of Yanshan?"

"After a fight between Feiyangu and you, he immediately went to Taizhou ......"

"What? went to Taizhou? do you want me to believe it?"

Jiang Xing's face was as cold as water, and his eyes were gloomy as he stared at the old lama.

"It was sent to him by his master, the Buddha Tan Monk, who thought that after a fight with you, his spirit had diminished, and he needed another victory to establish his faith. Very few people know about it, and it just so happens that the Buddha knows about it. ”

"Really?"

"The Buddha doesn't need to lie to you, there's no need for that. The Grand Lama assured in an authoritative tone: "The Buddha can guarantee that there is no one who is more informed and correct than the Buddha about the secret information of this sect." ”