"Come on, come on, I'm going to make you regret it for eight lifetimes. The thunderbolt sword ran out of the courtyard and screamed, drawing the sword in his hand, and the four finger marks on his right cheek began to appear, first red, and then gradually purple.

This slap is a calamity that causes blood to flow in five steps; even a village man and a layman will be beaten to the point of bleeding, let alone the head of a sect with considerable status in the rivers and lakes? Only with blood can this great shame be washed away.

The Flying Dragon Swordsman and the Sancai Sword couldn't bear it anymore, and they withdrew from the courtyard and became angry.

The uncle and aunt of the little palace master of Ximen asked Tianjian and his wife to stand in the courtyard, each with a long sword in their hands.

"Yo, what are you doing?" asked Tianjian, who looked down on people, and looked like a humble entourage?

"They want to look at the situation for Tai'an Villa. Xie Yong, who held his sword and walked out of the hall, said: "Pretending to be a person, but in my heart I am despicable and dirty, and I want to suppress this sensational thing with their weight of less than four taels." ”

"Really?" asked the Heavenly Sword to the Thunderbolt Sword that raised the sword, approached without any scruples, and asked contemptuously, "You want to play with the sword?" "The thunderbolt sword on the side really can't stand it, I wanted to attack it with a sword, but I couldn't help it, how can the master of a door be so inferior?

"Dog, draw your sword!" Thunderbolt resisted the volcanic eruption-like impulse, "You know what it is." ”

"You're too crazy, too self-conscious. Wen Tianjian drew his sword and shook his head and smiled bitterly: "Even if your fame, prestige, and martial arts are higher than that of the Fire Qilin, you should know that you can't call a battle to a servant, if you win, you won't be martial, and if you lose, your prestige will be lost, how can you do such a stupid thing? Tut-tut, you are so pitiful! Your master of this sect is finished." "The thunderbolt sword was so angry that its lungs were about to explode, a roar of rage, a sharp roar of breaking the wind came from the sword movement, and the thunder stinged the shot, and went crazy to go to the palace body sword to attack, the sword broke through the wind like thunder, and he had used all his strength to tear the opponent apart. Wentian Sword snorted, and the sword light suddenly shone brightly, and a terrifying tiger roaring dragon roared out.

The sword light was like electricity, flashing twice in a row, really like two consecutive lightning bolts.

"Zheng!" The sword in close proximity was staggered, and the second lightning burst out almost simultaneously, rising from the side of the sword, and the wind stopped the thunder.

The figure of the thunderbolt sword flew back here and there.

"This kind of goods, and dare to arrogantly call the door a household, no wonder all the sects in the world are like forests, and all of them are called grandmasters. "Tianwen Sword stands with a sword, like a god in heaven, majestic and murderous.

The Thunderbolt Sword's swollen right cheek was originally slapped, a slit was cracked, the gums were exposed, and the blood gushed out in a terrifying shape, letting out a strange cry of pain, and his left hand covered the wound and staggered away.

"I'm going to find someone to play with, too. Xie Yong drew his sword and pointed at the flying dragon swordsman: "You, the head of the three swordsmen on the right side of the river, fly."

Dragon Swordsman, I will teach Your Excellency the flying dragon swordsmanship of the mighty martial arts, and see if you are worthy of bragging and arrogance. ”

The famous Thunderbolt Sword was injured in one move, and the Flying Dragon Swordsman was so frightened that his confidence was completely lost, his courage was completely gone, and his arrogance was like being crushed by an iceberg. Even an entourage of people is so clever, so can the master pay it back?

Named in the array, can you still fight for the protection of your reputation without drawing your sword?

The Flying Dragon Swordsman cast a plea at the Sancai Sword, and his face was extremely ugly.

Sancai Jian was also furious in his heart, but he had to say something, pressed his hand on the sword target, and took a step hesitantly.

The aunt of the little palace master of Ximen smiled coldly and also took a step.

"I'm just an entourage. She beckoned to Sancai Sword: "Challenge you, a master, you won't be harmed."

Afraid, right?"

Touching his aunt's clear and terrifying gaze, Sancai Jian felt that his heartbeat doubled, his palms were sweating, and he couldn't help but shiver.

"I don't have to deal with you subordinates. Sanjian stubbornly said: "We just need to deal with Luo Gongzi, since he is not here, let's come back next time." Brother Zhao, let's go. ”

The Wyvern Swordsman was not stupid either, and slowly retreated.

"The servant is already so arrogant, you can see how arrogant the master of the son is. The dragon swordsman found a reason to cover up his cowardice: "Let's wait for him to come back in the store and ask him for justice." ”

Without waiting for Xie Yong to say something, the two turned around and hurriedly slipped away.

"Anticlimactic, wasted fame. Xie Yong's voice was very loud: "This kind of goods dare to come to the world, it's simple."

If you are not a person, how can it be justified. ”

The people of Tai'an Villa were evacuated on the fifth day after the disappearance of the son of Zizai, although they hoped to search for the entourage of the son of the son of freedom, but after searching for five days, there was no news, so they had to stop for the time being, tidy up their bags and return to the north, because they could not stay for a long time, and hoped to go back to the vicinity of Yizhou Mansion to retrace the clues and trace the whereabouts of the treasure of the Xiang family.

After waiting in Huarong County for three days, he was sent from here to track down another group of minions who had crossed the river from Huarong County.

However, not a single person came back and forth, and no news came, and all those sent seemed to have been lost

Tracks.

They never dreamed that before the person who was tracking them left, they had been nailed back, and soon after crossing the river, they were caught off guard by people in front and back, and the result was that the whole army was wiped out, and there was not even a single corpse left, and those people seemed to have disappeared in the world, how could they wait?

On the fourth day, the people who stayed in Xiantao County to inquire about the news sent a rush to send a depressing news: Zizi Gongzi reappeared in Xia Gao Town.

For the next three days, the news continued to fly.

The fire unicorn Jiang Baishi didn't want to turn back, so he only sent people to Xiagao Town one after another to carry out activities, and at the same time used the Jianghu colleagues or friends in Huarong Yizhou to spread rumors that Tai'an Villa was favorable, of course, saying that Tai'an Villa was a reasonable party, hoping to isolate the son and wait for the opportunity to make a fatal blow, so as to prevent future troubles forever.

Da Ge Ling on the west side of the Yunxiao Mountains, the grass is deep and the trees are dense, a vicissitudes of life and dilapidated temple are faintly revealed, the red tiles and white walls have been unrecognizable, and they have faded into a dull earth yellow after being weathered, especially the three words "Sanyuan Temple" on the crumbling big plaque are blurred, mottled and dotted, revealing the traces of the years.

At dusk, suddenly, hundreds of warriors in light armor with fierce expressions quietly appeared in front of the decaying temple, swords, hammers, forks and strong bows were readily available, listing the offensive formation, and the air was fierce.

Behind the Ximen Palace Master, Kang Bing, Bai Ling, the first golden catcher of the empire and several majestic middle-aged people with sabers surrounded Qiu Yao, and Lord Qiu Yao slowly paced to the temple gate.

"Squeak!"

The door of the temple, which looked decaying at any time, opened with a sad sound.

A row of old and large rows of windows facing the corridor suddenly became brightly lit

Bright.

The door of the corridor opened, and an old monk appeared with a small and withered old monk, whose robe was so densely patched that the original color could no longer be seen.

The skin is wrinkled, but the eyes are exceptionally pure and clean, as innocent as a newborn baby.

"Donors, the night is cold and windy, why don't you come in and rest. The old monk's soft voice went straight to his ears:

"Donors, please come in. ”

Qiu Yaoyao glanced at it casually, and saw a figure flashing quickly, and the corners of her mouth were deflated.

"Let's go! It's too cold outside. She said aloud and strode towards the old monk.

Kang Bing exhaled a long breath and walked after her as the others followed.

The old monk turned around and led the way, indicating generosity. There is nothing unusual on the dilapidated upstairs, and when I get to the staircase and look down, I see that the lights are brilliant and the golden light is dazzling.

The three-zhang high pagoda-like multicolored prayer wheel is so gorgeous that it is dazzling.

The big prayer wheel, the most moving instrument of Buddhism. From the right dozens of layers, the Ming Tibetan gold cylinder containing the Buddhist door.

Buddha lamps are hung all around, which are lit by devotees. Southern Buddhism rarely uses candles to offer to the Buddha, lamps, and wisdom lamps.

The wisdom lantern hangs high in the cool realm, and the warp wheel turns to benefit the world; to rotate this big wheel of the scriptures, it really needs a few men who are as strong as oxen.

Outside the surroundings, the lotus throne is three layers, a thousand Buddhas surround the house is very solemn, there are Buddhas in flowers, all of them are cast in copper

can be pushed.

At the entrance of the pavilion, the three great monks stood side by side, their figures were majestic, their eyes were as sharp as the edge, and the strange thing was that they were the same color of the Ming Emperor's robe, which was extraordinarily magnificent.

The one in the middle is holding a nine-tin Zen staff, with a square head and big ears, and a majestic and solemn face.

"See you down, please. The old monk who was leading the way on the side clasped his hands and said.

"Donor, your business has nothing to do with the poor monks. ”

"It has nothing to do with you?, do you know the consequences of us going down?"

Qiu Yaoyao's eyes were condensed, and she was cold.

"The donor's meaning ......" "You, the Sanyuan Temple, which has been inherited for thousands of years, will be a mess, and the Buddha prayer wheel will become powder." ”

"Donor ......"

"When you let the two ancestors of the underworld go out of the mountain to deal with the prince of freedom, you should be enlightened. But I don't want to damage this thousand-year-old victory, so you go down first and tell those monks from the north to get out of here quickly. ”

The old monk raised his palms and chests, and he would make a move.

Qiu Yaoyao stretched out her hand, waved her left hand, stuck to the edge of the old monk's palm, inhaled Qigong and performed a hundred pulses, and murderous aura emerged in her beautiful eyes.

"Old monk Buddha Jing, you can send a big seal and blood palm!" The girl said coldly: "The backlash continues to shake your heart, and you can't break through your heavenly gate, my phoenix queen is planted." ”

The old monk's palm has turned blood-red. I was about to turn my palm and pull out, but suddenly I had a cold shiver and one knee

Soft, slowly kneeling.

"Wise Manjushri King Bodhisattva ......" the old monk began to chant the Buddha's name.

The old monk did not kneel, but in the tantric vajra sitting pose, the blood color of his palms gradually receded, and there was a painful expression in his eyes.

The great monk in the middle of the pavilion door was very impatient and waved his sleeves.

"Arrest her!" the great monk drank heavily, arrogant.

The great monk on the left stepped into the hall and walked up the stairs, the golden prayer wheel in his hand kept spinning, and he muttered words to step into the staircase.

The white shadow flickered, and the white spirit looked cold, standing to greet him. "Well...... the great monk recited the mantra aloud in his mouth, and the prayer wheel in his hand suddenly pointed forward. The fireworks burst wildly, and the flames were dazzling.

Bai Ling's figure shrank downward, and it was gone, and the fireworks erupted, and the heat flowed like a fire.

Bai Lingwu came out in front of the great monk and carried it on his back

The ground was retracted with one foot, and suddenly, the right foot kicked back, "click", and kicked on the knees of the great monk, and the sound of tree branches breaking came out.

It was so fast that even the Ximen Palace Master who was guarding inside the ladder gate didn't see the change clearly, and the old monk sitting on the side didn't see it clearly.

"Ah......h

The long ladder, which is more than three feet high, is divided into two sections, and the heavy body flies up and falls

"Bang!" The wheel barrel fell first, smashed on the side of the large prayer wheel, and when it burst, it exploded a small corner, shattering three Buddha lamps.

Qiu Yaoyao waved her hand suddenly, the cold light flashed, and the delicate short sword pointed at the old monk who wanted to jump up.

"Bang ......" The heavy body of the great monk fell on the big prayer wheel, his bones were cracked, and he died on the spot.

With a heavy fall, the large prayer wheel, which can only be turned by several people, began to rotate, the flame of the Buddha lamp swayed in a trance, and the whole hall flashed with colorful light.

It seems that the whole hall has been resurrected, the whole body of the Bodhisattvas is flashing, radiant, it seems that thousands of Bodhisattvas of all sizes are moving, which makes people dizzy, fantastic and magnificent.

"God, the Bodhisattva Manifestation ......" Kang Bing, who was about to pick up the golden prayer wheel, was stunned and screamed in horror, probably he was a person of some faith.

"Wisdom Manjushri King Bodhisattva......" the old monk screamed wildly.

The chief monk raised his head and screamed in sorrow, letting out a thrilling lion roar, as if thousands of large and small Bodhisattvas were all about to move, and the sound shook the entire Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

"Woo......" The Lord of Ximen Palace looked up to the sky and roared.

The lion's roar lasted for a while, but the long laughter was still clear and deafening.

The great monk's face was hideous and terrifying, and he shouted angrily: "Evil obstacles! Dare to kill the old man's junior brother, the old man has surpassed your reincarnation today." ”

"Who are you going to overtake?"

Qiu Yaoyao walked over and looked up at the great monk coldly.

"My lord, be careful, he is a Puzheng monk of Laoshan Bao'an Temple. ”

The dignified and gloomy Measureless and his three companions leaned in, and he screamed uneasily.

"It turned out to be one of the three living Buddhas in the north. The girl's face was pale, and she smiled coldly: "I thought you were the living Buddha of the West Heaven, the Jade Emperor of the Lingxiao Palace!

A man who is good at fame and fortune, who relies on the so-called immortality exercises in his hands to fool and deceive, and likes to follow behind the embarrassed tail to pick up some leftovers, what are you angry about?"

"What's the matter, is it King Fengxi or the second prince Yuan Yanyao who is here to work hard? Say, where is Fo Tan?"

Her words were harsh and sarcastic.

When dealing with unreasonable people, she is ruthless.

The great monk Pu was so angry that he almost exploded his lungs and gritted his teeth

Gnashing teeth, the face is terrifying.

Suddenly the Zen staff shook out, the strong wind suddenly rose, and the strength was like a tide, and he took the first move by surprise, completely ignoring his identity as a three-living Buddha.

In the sound of Jiaojiao, the person is like a lightning flash, and the sword is like a flying rainbow

Flash. The situation on Jiang Xing's side was critical, Qiu Yaoyao decided to let it go, the old hatred and new hatred flooded into her heart, her subordinates were ruthless, and Ling Xiao's swordsmanship was shot.

With a sharp roar, the sword grazed the Zen staff, the sparks flew cheap, and the iron rod with the thickness of chicken eggs scraped off a piece of iron filings five minutes thick and two feet wide.

The monk Puzheng was shocked, flashed to the left, roared, and turned into a "dragon tail". Swirling and sweeping out fiercely, the wind was like thunder, dignified like a mountain, and the internal force was so pure and cultivated.

However, Qiu Yaoyao had already made up her mind, urging the secret method of the master, and a lightning sword was issued, and any talisman true qi could not withstand a thunderous blow.

The person jumped upward, and the body and sword were shot from the top, and the subordinates were ruthless, and the sword was swallowed again and again.

The monk Puzheng flew around three times with the Zen stick, "bang" a big shock, the Zen stick flew out of the five zhang away, the person still turned half a circle, staggered and stopped, the whole body was shocked, his hands covered his chest and shook twice, and he exhaled a long breath.

"Bang", fell straight up, turned his head with difficulty, and shouted to the big monk who was screaming and grabbing support:

"Quick...... Walk...... Go to see the palm ...... Master. ”

After speaking, his head was downward, his breath was dying, and he was not far from death.

At the same moment, the great monk who snatched out the help screamed sadly, shot and attacked, roaring like thunder.

"Phew!" Qiu Yaoyao's coquettish voice was like a phoenix roaring outside the sky, swaying left and right, circling a half-arc, the short sword spun around, and then rushed forward.

"Ah......h

Qiu Yaoyao rushed out of the eight feet, did not look back at the result, and walked forward sympathetically on the yin side, her cold voice echoing in the space.

"Who is the third one? ”

The two great monks with vast magical powers and boundless Dharma asked in an instant when they were seriously injured by the blow, and all the people were frightened and chilled, how could they be knocked down?

All the people were dumbfounded, stupid, and dumbfounded.

Facing him, stood the old monk Buddha Jing who had lost his soul,

Qiu Yaoyao rushed in front of her, the grim smile of the mocker still stayed on her delicate cheeks, and said coldly: "Hand over everyone from the north, as well as the whereabouts of your senior brother Fo Tan." Otherwise, I will burn the temple to the ground!

The brutal lines on her face were palpitating.

"Oh my God! Amitabha Buddha...... The poor monk was fascinated for a while...... What a sin!"

The old monk Buddha Jing knelt on the ground, the old tears were horizontal, and he wailed.

"When, dang, dang, long, long!"

The drums beat in unison, three times each, and then fell silent again.

Behind the monastery, overgrown with weeds and sparse trees. There is a two-storey quaint pavilion in the southwest corner, called Guiyuan Pavilion.

At the top of Guiyun Pavilion, there were several pairs of gloomy eyes in the pane, peering around through the crack in the window, and saw a figure that was close to him, and a deep voice said: "It's annoying! Under the blue sky and white sun, dare to attack the Longtan Tiger's Den, it is inevitable that we will despise our Bao'an Temple and capture her alive." ”

"Feng is coming back?" someone asked from the other direction.

"No, it's the little girl who came with her. ”

"Oh! it's her. ”

"Senior brother recognizes?"

"Her origin is unknown, only heard of the surname Bai Mingling. ”

"Leave her from nowhere, capture alive. A little woman is so bold and arrogant, it is not good to humiliate her,

How will our Bao'an Temple gain a foothold in Tianlan in the future?"

Bai Ling has been deceived to more than ten zhang inside, close to the right pavilion garden, the garden is a low fence outside the garden, she drilled people from under the fence, and quickly flashed a bush of green and tall hollyhocks to hide under the figure.

"When" a bell rang in the strange rocks behind her. Twenty or thirty middle-aged monks in yellow robes quietly appeared, and the back road was cut off.

She didn't seem to notice it, she was ten zhang away, there was no sound, and her attention was on the circular moon cave door of the Guiyuan Pavilion in front of her.

With a "brush", she went two more feet and flashed behind a dead tree. Suddenly, a deafening deep drink came from the ears of the people in the sky: "Female laymen, please enter the temple through the mountain gate, there is no need to sneak to disturb the purity of our temple." ”