"Snort, snort" Bodhi seeds, breaking through the air and galloping, the shocked Yang Ze's ears buzzed.

Sanskrit sound Buddha song, Buddhist wonderful sound, lingering, ghost head knife was broken into several pieces.

The purple-faced man's body flew out more than eight feet, like catkins, but he knocked down several reckless men behind him before stopping.

Dahan tried to get up several times, but his back seemed to be broken, and it was obvious that his ribs in his chest were broken.

However, it was obvious that the person who came did not intend to take his life, otherwise he would have already reported to the Yama Hall at this moment, and he was helped up by the reckless man behind him, trembling.

Everyone was frightened, looking at the majestic rain and fog, and a white shadow came out.

The white-clothed monk walked slowly, and the rain within three zhang did not stain the white-clothed monk a drop.

He held a string of Bodhi prayer beads and chanted the Dharma, "Ladies and gentlemen, the sea of suffering is boundless. Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot", the little girl glared at them fiercely, regardless of whether it was dangerous or not, ran up and squatted beside Qing Feng, shaking him.

As the white-clothed monk walked step by step, the purple-faced man felt an invisible aura lingering around him, overwhelming himself. At this time, as long as the white-clothed monk raised his hand lightly, killing them was as simple as pinching the ants to death.

The little man in green clothes of the Bai family looked up, and the white-clothed monk just glared at him, and his internal organs stood like a river and a sea. If he hadn't suppressed it with his internal force, I'm afraid that a mouthful of blood would have spurted out and he would have passed out.

"Hook Flower Finger" and "King Kong Angry Eyes" are all famous stunts of Nianhua Temple.

The purple-faced man knew that the white-clothed monk was here, and he couldn't kill Yang Ze tonight, so he waved his hand decadently. The Bai family's Tsing Yi guy is another reckless man. The two reckless men helped the purple-faced man to leave slowly, and before he could take a few steps, the purple-faced man spurted out a mouthful of blood and passed out directly.

"Master, save Qingfeng" Yang Ze couldn't hold it anymore, he was in a hurry, and spit out another mouthful of blood.

The white-clothed monk hurriedly sealed several big holes on Yang Ze's body. Riding on Yang Ze's hand, "Huh", his face changed slightly. Although this young man was seriously injured on the surface, the Xuanzhu in his body was flowing and flowing, and it turned out to be the "Xuanzhu Divine Skill" of the Tantric Sect of Panyue Kingdom. Although it is only the first layer of Xuanzhu Divine Skill, it is enough to save your life. What Yang Ze didn't know was that if he hadn't cultivated the Xuanzhu Internal Skill in Wei Zhongcheng's ancient books, he would have already died of internal organs.

"It's been three years, and I've finally found you," the white-clothed monk froze in place, letting the majestic rain soak through his robe, muttering to himself.

"The bride knows the sound of the horse and creeps to meet each other. Looking at each other from afar, knowing that the old man is coming", this is a poem given to him by Wei Zhongcheng in front of the Tiger Benfeng Palace before the war, but I didn't expect to say goodbye for 30 years.

Yang Ze looked at the white-clothed monk, his eyes were full of pleading, he didn't care about what the white-clothed monk said at this time, "Master, save Qingfeng, you can't let him die."

The white-clothed monk put his hand on Qing Feng's body, and he had been dead for a long time, and his body was cold.

"Divine monk", Yang Ze has the last glimmer of hope, this white-clothed monk of Lianhua Temple is unpredictable, maybe there is a good way.

"His Royal Highness, he has entered the Elysian World, Amitabha", the white-clothed monk recited the Buddha's name, crossing the soul of Qingfeng.

Yang Ze could no longer support it at this time, his heart cramped, and he fainted with a shout of "ah".

The little girl opened her big longan-like eyes and looked nervously at the white-clothed monk, who comforted her, "Don't worry, girl, he's fine, but he fainted with blood gushing."

"Delusional attachment to separation, but not attainment. Floating life is like this, don't be more and less, it's better not to meet" The white-clothed monk read,

Love and infatuation in the world, are you both safe?

The next day, hundreds of corpses surfaced in the lower reaches of the Tongou River, among which there was a purple-faced man......

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Ye Fusheng, the old man of the Ye family, and Ma Shi, the inner son, took the treasured Nine Zhuan Jindan and handed it to the old lady of the palace, Liu, Ma Shi took Liu's hand and comforted her for a long time, but fortunately, Yang Ze was not fatally injured.

Ye Fusheng knows a little about medical skills, and his cloud-piercing arrow was originally a secret weapon stunt on the rivers and lakes.

After he checked, he knew that Yang Ze was fine, so he was relieved, and he didn't have to worry too much about Yang Ze's injuries when he knew that the hidden dragon and crouching tiger in the palace were not too worried.

He was followed by three servants, not saying a word.

The three people in Yefu have no names, but those who have passed the sixtieth century may still remember that there were once three people in the rivers and lakes outside the Saiwai, and they have been crisscrossing for several years.

Taixuan, Lingyi, Haowu.

It has been three days since Yang Ze woke up, and the old lady Rao has been through strong winds and waves for a long time, or is she restless, "How is my son, are you okay?" I don't know how many times this question was asked, until Yang Ze woke up, he looked up and prayed, thanking the sky.

It was still the familiar sandalwood scent, and the old lady said with concern, "Wu'er, you finally woke up", the county lord Ye Qingxuan cried with joy, her eyes were full of tears, and her pretty face was pointy, obviously thin.

Yang Ze sat up with his support, and the sores in the Taoist ancestral court Niutou Mountain Jindan and the Western Regions Lianhua Temple are all healing holy medicines. The wounds on Yang Ze's body had slowly healed and scabbed, he moved his limbs, he felt no longer so painful, and there was a faint amount of vitality tumbling in the sea of qi, which seemed to be more abundant than before the injury.

The prince knew that it was probably because of the nine turns of Niutou Mountain. He heard a lame Taoist say that this golden pill was refined by hundreds of alchemy Taoist priests behind closed doors for three years, and it was extremely difficult to obtain, and it was a golden pill that assisted in the cultivation of internal strength.

Taoism originated from Jurong, for thousands of years, branches and leaves, there are Zhang San founded the nine bucket rice road and the Shangqing Taoist school, is respected as the heavenly master, the Shangqing scriptures are the treasure. Jiangnan is respected by the Jindan Taoism and Lingbao Sutra of Niutou Mountain and Wudang Mountain, and the martial artists of the rivers and lakes are salivating for this Jindan, but they are afraid of the great power of the Taoist sect.

This refining not only requires the golden pill secret technique, but also consumes countless gold and silver, and it is difficult for ordinary Jianghu martial artists to have this heavenly financial power. On the rivers and lakes, in addition to the ten major gate valve families, the Buddhist and Taoist monasteries can have this financial resources, which shows the gold of this golden pill.

The incense of this Niutou Mountain is withering, and this building near the water is the first to get the moon, and most of the alchemy costs are borne by the palace.

"Where's Qingfeng?", Shizi looked at the old lady, stunned, and he remembered.

Blue Edge is gone, and the dead are like this.

When the prince put on his clothes, his limbs hurt like insects on tarsal bones, and his heart hurt, and he grinned at the corners of his mouth.

The old lady glanced at Qingmo, but didn't say a word, the well-behaved Qingmo immediately followed, and said softly, "According to the old lady's orders, Qingfeng is buried next to Xieyue Lake."

"In an instant, all the delusions are gone, if you know your own nature, you will come to enlightenment", he staggered to Qingfeng's grave. Shizi waved his hand.

"Qingfeng, I've brought you wine."

"You said you like summer lotus flowers and listen to the rain, there should be all here."

All morning, the prince has been squatting on the shore of Xieyue Lake, and the koi fish in the lake have jumped out from time to time to peep.

At noon, the prince turned back to the palace.

I didn't go back to Xiaoyuan, and went directly to the west study of Sanjin Courtyard, where the lush bamboo forest rustled in the breeze.

Through the window lattice, he saw Wei Zhongcheng playing against the white-clothed monk.

The two of them each hold black and white, and the white-clothed monk temporarily has a slight advantage over the three sons, and the chess pieces seem to be full of chess games.

"When the country was broken, I was wounded and did not return in time to help, and I was disheartened and fled into the empty door. One day, the Buddha said that I was not destined for the earth, and let me go down the mountain but the fate of the dust. I've been searching all over the world for ten years, and I've finally found you."

"Yunlu General Wu Hengjia, you have escaped into the empty door for 20 years, and your heart is not over, but your chess skills have improved a lot, I think you have such a good chess skill except for drinking a lot."

"Wei Zhongcheng, dignified Yiwei Si Qiji Temple, Panyue Hongdu Gate learned to be a proud protégé, the majesty of the silver iron armor has dissipated, and he entered the Daomen like a person who is idle and wild."

"Can you still fight?", Wei Zhongcheng's hand settled down, and asked softly, "The old man has lost this game."

"War or non-war is in one thought, not all achievements are used to open the way with a butcher's knife", the white-clothed monk Bai Zi hesitated for a long time and never fell, "This game seems to be ahead of the three sons, don't you know that there are thirteen more sons who will turn defeat into victory, I am at most an undefeated and undefeated person."

It turned out that the white-clothed monk and Wei Zhongcheng knew each other, and the white-clothed monk came for him.

Thirty years ago, the alien race of Mangcang Mountain suddenly invaded Panyue, and those alien warriors, riding huge giant beasts, flew or ran, and came for Panyue's silver iron armor, and naturally Panyue categorically refused.

At that time, the king of Panyue Kingdom practiced benevolent government, respected Buddhism, and had no quarrel with the world.

Before the invasion of the Xiangtuo Dynasty, the benevolent ruled the country, the domestic roads were not left behind, the night was not closed, and the life was leisurely. It's a pity that Panyue, who has no heart to fight, has a national strength and military strength that is far weaker than that of the reckless alien race, and is ravaged by the iron hooves of the alien beasts, and soon a city by city is lost, and the news of defeat continues to come back from the front line.

The lame Taoist, who was well versed in "soldiers, treacherous", was never able to persuade the benevolent king to train his troops and martial arts.

The Panyue national manyin ironclad soldiers were invincible in the west, and 50,000 manyin ironclad soldiers guarded the capital, and the Xiangtuo Dynasty could not attack it repeatedly.

The silver ironclad soldier is the treasure of the founding of the country.

The armor is made of silver, which is a specialty of the Panyue Kingdom. There are barbs on the armor, and they are invulnerable.

In wartime, every ten people are fired, and the commander is the escort team. Fifty people for the team, three hundred for the department. The horse army is composed of 680 parts, heavy armor and long palladium, carrying flying claws, palladium for close combat, and flying claws for long-range attacks, charging into battle and being indestructible.

The infantry army was 880 units, all of which were heavily armored and heavy-handed, carrying copper axes. In the first battle of the ditch, 50,000 heavy armored soldiers fought to the death and did not retreat, and the fierce battle lasted for half a year, and both sides were killed and wounded, and they were exhausted.

The silver armor is pierced by the silver thread piece by piece, and the double whip splits, sweeps, draws, scratches, frames, pulls, intercepts, falls, stabs, and teases for a while, and the silver heavy armor is torn open one by one. The pikemen who surged up from the rear pierced their spears into their armor, and the bloody breath filled the air, and the gourd ditch was soaked with red blood, and the entire army of the silver heavy armor soldiers was annihilated.

Cangbei alien arsonists plundered the Panyue Palace, three thousand beauties were humiliated, and the king of Panyue was hung behind a horse and dragged to death, the flesh and blood were blurred, and the face was unrecognizable.

The huge palace was also burned to the ground.

The old groom said that he had traveled to Panyue, which had long since become a barren and wild land.

Since then, the silver heavy armor has disappeared out of thin air, without a trace.

Yang Zetong knelt in front of the two, and Wei Zhongcheng hurriedly stayed to help him up, "Your Highness, I can't help it, the old minister can't accept your kneeling."

The white-robed monk also stood up, his hands folded.

"Your Highness?" Yang Ze thought he had misheard, and stood there stunned.

"The old minister Yiwei Si Qiji Temple Wei Zhongcheng, Yunlu General Wu Hengjia see His Royal Highness, the old minister is useless", after speaking, Wei Zhongcheng knelt on the ground on his knees, the old tears were horizontal, and he cried bitterly.

The white-clothed monk had already broken through the red dust thirty years ago, although he did not kneel, but the corners of his eyes were moist, he picked up his robe and wiped his tears.

Thirty years later, the head of the civil and military forces in front of the Panyue National Palace met in Jiangzhou.