On the path of Songshan Mountain, a young Taoist wearing a blue robe, black shoes and white socks was spreading his body and coming towards the mountain gate, his face was solemn and he looked worried.

Tea Kung Fu, the young Taoist has already come up the mountain, just arrived at the mountain gate has heard the ancient temple Sanskrit sound around, the ancient bell is ethereal, as if holding a large-scale ceremony.

The young Taoist was puzzled, and suddenly saw a yellow-clothed monk rushing down the mountain from behind the mountain gate, and the person who came was Hong Yuan's eldest disciple Pu Neng, his face was solemn, as if a layer of frost had been laid.

In a moment, Pu Neng was already standing in front of the young Taoist.

The two did not say anything to ask, and now they knew from each other's faces that the situation was serious.

Pu Neng invited the young Taoist into the mountain gate and met his uncle Hong Jie, Hong Jing and others.

The young Taoist said in a trembling voice: "In... is still a step too late, and Abbot Hongyuan has also been poisoned. ”

Hong Jing clasped his palms together and said, "Amitabha..." Then he raised his head and said slowly: "There is no coming and going, the body is not oneself, it is only the body that dies and not oneself, and life and death should go with the flow." ”

The young Taoist fell silent, and with his cultivation and age, he could not understand Master Hong Jing's views on life and death.

Hong Jie suddenly asked, "Li Zhenren...?"

The young Taoist said silently: "Master has already traveled west with Master Hong Yuan first. ”

He continued: "Uncle Shi had expected that Yelu Hanyan would definitely come to your temple to kill Master Hong Yuan, and he came in the next starry night, but I didn't expect... I didn't expect it to be late. ”

Hong Jing said slowly: "You have done your best, this is not your fault." ”

He paused and said, "What's more... What's more, this is also something that Senior Brother Hong Yuan expected. ”

Hong Jie asked: "Li Zhenren's swordsmanship is vigorous and powerful, and the Central Plains martial arts are difficult to meet opponents, could it be that Yelu's smoky sword is... Actually..."

Hong Jie really didn't want to believe that Yelu Hanyan could beat Li Zhenren in swordsmanship, and he couldn't imagine how fast Yelu Hanyan's sword was now.

The young Taoist said in a trembling voice: "That Yelu's smoky sword is so fast..."

He didn't seem to want to recall the defeat of Master Li Zhenren under Yelu Hanyan's sword, and muttered, "It's too fast..."

The young Taoist spoke intermittently.

He continued: "And... And Naqin. ”

Hong Jie also heard the sound of the piano last night, and he also heard Abbot Hong Yuan mention the magic qin.

The young Taoist's gaze seemed to be empty, and he continued: "Yelu Hanyan almost perfectly matches the sound of the qin, and when he competes with his master with a sword, it is like..."

Hong Jie asked, "Like what?"

The young Taoist seemed to be skeptical of what he was about to say, but he still said, "It's like dancing!"

Hong Jie also sounded a little unbelievable: "Dancing?"

The young Taoist nodded, "Hmm..."

He added, "I... I couldn't even see how many swords he had attacked, but his sword was back in its sheath... It was too short, only for a moment, and then the sound of the piano stopped, and Yelu was gone. ”

Hong Jie didn't expect that Yelu's smoky sword had reached such a realm.

Who else in the world can beat Jerod's smoke?

The young Taoist was speechless.

Deathly silence.

In the ancient temple, wisps of green smoke fluttered, Hong Jing watched the young Taoist out of the mountain gate, his mirror-like eyes looked at the mountains in the distance, and no one noticed that his brows were slightly frowned.

At the gate of the mountain, the sculptures of Lituo Vajra and Na Luo Yan Vajra are wearing a crown on the left and right, naked and angry.

Hong Jing slowly turned her head and asked, "Where is Senior Brother Hong Chong, why didn't you see him coming?"

Hong Jie said: "He is still sweeping Tallinn. ”

Hong Jing said: "Senior Brother Hong Chong has a strong personality and is too angry, and Abbot Hong Yuan ordered him to sweep the floor in Tallinn for three years, also so that he can understand Buddhism as soon as possible. ”

Hong Jing seemed to suddenly remember something, and asked again: "Senior Brother Hong Chong's deadline to sweep Tallinn is about to expire, right?"

Hong Jie said: "It expired yesterday. ”

Hong Jing was puzzled: "Since the term has expired, why doesn't Senior Brother Abbot let him come out?"

Hong Jie sighed and said, "Senior Brother Abbot specially ordered him to come out a day late, Senior Brother Hong Chong should be here today." ”

Hong Jing looked up at the distant sky, "It seems that Senior Brother Abbot is still not worried about him." ”

Hong Jie nodded and said, "Senior Brother Abbot seems to have known that Yelu Hanyan was coming yesterday, so why..."

Hong Jing bowed his head and said, "I hope Senior Brother Hong Chong can understand the hard work of Senior Brother Abbot." ”

At this time, an old monk with a thin body, high cheekbones, and white eyebrows rushed out of the backyard. Although he was over sixty years old, his steps were like flying, his eyes were blood-red, and his eyes seemed to have a flame burning, and the flame was about to erupt from his eyes, and all the ghosts and spirits were melted.

He roared angrily: "Give back my brother's life!"

As he spoke, Hong Chong had already flown into the air and jumped in front of Hong Jing and Hong Jie.

Before Hong Jing could speak, Hong Chong said angrily: "Senior Brother Abbot was killed, do you still have time to chat here!?"

Hong Jing clasped his palms together and said: "Senior Brother Hong Chong's irritability has been committed again, don't forget the teachings of Senior Brother Abbot." ”

Hong Chong roared angrily: "Ah, !!" sound is like a bell, deafening, and the internal force is extraordinary.

He then said angrily: "I don't care about anything else, I only know that the abbot's revenge must be avenged, aren't you afraid that Yelu will not be able to do it?"

Hong Jing sighed and said, "This matter still needs to be considered in the long run. ”

Hong Quan burst out laughing, his laughter thick but desolate.

In his world, enmity and enmity seem to be more important than everything, and in this pure and simple ancient temple, he is undoubtedly lonely, and no senior brother can understand him.

He may have been born with no connection to Buddhism, but who can say that he is wrong?

Suddenly, Hong Chong burst into a loud shout, his body was already in the air, and his fist with protruding green tendons smashed fiercely towards the chest of the Na Luo Yan King Kong sculpture, only to hear a loud "boom", as if the eardrum was about to burst.

The dust on the Na Luo Yan Vajra sculpture fell in a plop, and Hong Chong stood motionless on the ground with his back to the two junior disciples, allowing countless dust to stain his beard and hair. However, the chest of the Naroyan Vajra sculpture only lost a layer of lacquer.

When the smoke and dust cleared, Hong Chong took the lead and said, "Since you junior brothers don't want to avenge the abbot's senior brother, what's the matter if I go alone?"

Hong Jing's lips moved slightly, but he wanted to speak, he knew that no matter what he said, this Senior Brother Hong Chong at this moment would not listen.

Hong Jie folded his head and said, "Senior brother, think twice, after all..."

Hong Chong's protruding hand suddenly raised and interrupted Hong Jie's words.

Hong Chong didn't say anything more, he walked down the mountain with a determined step, he wanted to do what he thought was right.

As soon as Hong Chong left, the Na Luo Yan King Kong sculpture suddenly trembled faintly.

With a loud bang, the Luoyan King Kong sculpture exploded, and sawdust and rubble were piled up on the ground...

Hong Jing and Hong Jie didn't find it strange because Hong Chong's internal strength was amazing, even if he smashed a granite boulder with one punch, it would not be surprising.

Hong Jie said: "Senior Brother Hong Chong's foreign cultivation has reached such a realm, presumably Na Yelu Hanyan is not his opponent. ”

Hong Jing sighed and said, "I hope so, too, but I'm afraid..."

Hong Jie asked, "What are you afraid of?"

Hong Jing said: "I'm afraid that Senior Brother Hong Chong still can't overcome his resentment." ”

Hong Jie said: "Senior brother is worried that Senior Brother Hong Chong is too angry and irritable, and he is afraid that he will really face Yelu Hanyan and become angry and mess up?"

Hong Jing nodded slightly and said, "Exactly." ”

Hong Jie said: "However, Senior Brother Hong Chong has never missed a move. “

Hong Jing said: "Yelu Hanyan is not an ordinary enemy. ”

He continued: "I hope Senior Brother Hong Chong can return unharmed. ”

The sky in the distance was dim, still overcast, and it seemed that there was still a heavy rain.