Today's Qingliang Temple is very lively, there is no silence in the past at all, like a pot of boiling water, the voices of people are boiling, shouting and shouting, dozens of lamas are walking around in the temple, searching the past one room after another, a posture of scraping the ground, so that the monks of Qingliang Temple who follow them are furious, but they dare not act rashly regardless of the abbot's decree.

Master Bayan, Master Chengguang, and Gui Zhong, a lama, a monk, and a Taoist priest, each sat on a futon, waiting in the rather vast Daxiong Treasure Hall.

After a short time, one by one the lamas hurriedly came to report back.

"Senior Brother Bayan, there is no front yard!"

"Senior Brother Bayan, there is no backyard!"

"Senior Brother Bayan, there is no side courtyard!"

One by one, the lamas came to speak, but the face of Master Bayan, a middle-aged lama, became more and more ugly, and at the same time, he was also puzzled in his heart, "Isn't there news that that person is in Qingliang Temple, how can it not be, where is it hidden?" He was secretly anxious in his heart, but he had some concentration, but his complexion did not change at all.

The old monk of Chengguang also recited the Buddhist scriptures silently, and seemed to be blind to everything around him, and he looked very calm, but Gui Zhong watched the old monk's eyebrows beat from time to time, obviously his heart was not as calm as it seemed.

"There should be news soon, right?"

Gui Zhong muttered in his heart, but it suddenly occurred to him that those lamas searched in such a carpet way, after all, to find the location of the Shunzhi Emperor, he lived in the Qingliang Temple these days, it was not in vain, with his light skills, in addition to the Chengguang monk in this temple, it was too difficult for others to find his traces, almost impossible, so he also paid attention to the location of the Shunzhi Emperor, sure enough, he found in a small temple in the mountain behind the Qingliang Temple, it was a lonely temple, there were several monks guarding at all times, a look of the living do not enter, at a glance you knew that there were ghosts。

"Senior Brother Bayan, I found a small courtyard in the back mountain, but the monk of Qingliang Temple didn't let me in!"

Sure enough, in less than a moment, a young lama came in a hurry, and shouted before he had even entered the main hall.

"Oh?" said Master Bayan's face changed, and his heart was ecstatic, knowing that he had probably found the man's whereabouts. However, he still suppressed the excitement in his heart, and said to Chengguang with a gloomy face: "Master Chengguang, didn't you say that there is no one in Qingliang Temple who we are looking for, why is there still a place not to be searched, is it because there is a ghost in my heart?"

This Bayan mage immediately buttoned down a big hat, so that Gui Zhong almost didn't laugh out loud.

"Amitabha, Master Bayan, the back mountain is the forbidden place of my Qingliang Temple, and a great monk of this sect has been sitting in it for many years, if you are allowed to go in and search, isn't it bad for the practice of your predecessors?"

Master Chengguang's face changed slightly, and his tone became more and more serious and solemn.

"Hmph, Master Chengguang, I think this is all an excuse you made, I'm afraid it's just to avoid our search, right?"

Master Bayan sneered, got up, and walked directly towards the back mountain, Master Chengguang paused again and again, wanting to stop Master Bayan, but he was worried that once the fight started, the entire Qingliang Temple would probably be stained with blood today, which made him unbearable, but the small courtyard in the back mountain was very important, and these lamas must not be allowed to enter and search, which put him in a dilemma.

"Master Chengguang, I'd better go and take a look, otherwise something might happen. ”

Gui Zhong saw that Master Nabayan was walking fast, and he had already gone far away, and Master Chengguang was still in the same place, his face was still changing, and he hurriedly spoke, which finally made Monk Chengguang sober up, secretly screamed ashamed, and immediately chased after him.

Gui Zhong followed behind with a relaxed face, he came to Wutai Mountain this time, one is to see the Shunzhi Emperor, this emperor is also a wonderful, the dignified ninety-five dignity does not want, just for a woman to come to Wutai Mountain to become a monk, throughout the ages, the emperors of all dynasties can be said to be like him is unique, and the other is for the Shunzhi Emperor The forty-two chapters of the scriptures, the Manchu royal family is in charge of the eight banners of the Zhenghuang Banner, the forty-two chapters of the Zhenghuang Banner are naturally on the former emperor.

After getting out of the backyard of Qingliang Temple, it is a small mountain beam, the road is rugged and difficult to walk, fortunately, whether it is Guizhong or Chengguang Monk is superb in martial arts, light and healthy, this mountain road is not a problem, as for the Master of Nabayan, he can only see a back from afar, which shows how eager this is for the Shunzhi Emperor.

On the top of the mountain beam, there is a simple courtyard, low wall, a quaint small temple in the center, the area is not large, at this time has been the monk of Qingliang Temple, the lama of the Yellow Temple is crowded to not much empty space, three or five monks holding Arhat sticks are standing at the door of the small temple and a group of lamas confront, there is a layer of monks of Qingliang Temple around the lamas, also all of them have a bad face, this time a group of lamas came, and they searched the temple again, and they made trouble, it was really a bit of a deception too much, these monks had a good temper and did not reach the point that the four were empty, and it was not an exaggeration to have such a performance。

When Gui Zhong and Master Chengguang came in, Master Nabayan had already arrived, and at this time he had already exchanged hands with a few monks who were guarding the temple gate, and a vajra pestle danced out, and there was the power of opening mountains and cracking stones, although the three or four monks had kung fu in their bodies, they still retreated again and again, and they couldn't resist, and they fell into the wind within a few moves, and they could be injured at any time.

Master Chengguang's face was on the side, and he snorted angrily and stepped out of the step that had already joined the battlefield, and the powerful King Kong palm was raised, and he fought with Master Bayan with a bang, and now he can't rest and calm down, and he can only fight at this point.

"Hmph, Master Chengguang, it seems that you are going to resist to the end today, then don't blame the little monk, all the junior brothers, shoot together, today you will wash Qingliang Temple in blood!"

Master Bayan was not surprised to see Chengguang make a move, and when he laughed, he beckoned many lamas to start a war, with a murderous aura in his voice, obviously he had murderous intentions.

Sure enough, Bayan's voice fell, and a group of lamas and the monks of Qingliang Temple fought together, and the long knives and sticks crackled.

With a snort, a lama had a fierce face, holding a three-foot ring knife, dancing into a ball of silver light, breaking through the defense of a monk of Qingliang Temple in the blink of an eye, and slashing at the monk's chest with a knife, and immediately, blood splashed, and the ground of this Qingliang Temple was finally stained with blood.

The scene suddenly became extremely chaotic, Wei Xiaobao and Shuang'er also came to this small courtyard at some point, and were quietly watching this battle in the dark.

"Xiaobao, are we going to help now? You see that several monks are injured. ”

Shuang'er was kind-hearted, and when he saw a sword and blood shadow in front of him, he couldn't bear it, and hurriedly spoke.

"Hmph, Shuang'er, don't worry, you see that Chengguang monk is very powerful, I'm afraid that the lama called Bayan is not his opponent, let's wait, wait until these monks of Qingliang Temple can't support it, and then help, then I want to see what the old monk Chengguang has to say, hehe." ”

Wei Xiaobao smiled slyly, this kid is messing around in the palace every day, and he has been used to seeing swords and swords for a long time, even Ao Bai died at his hands, and this scene in front of him naturally couldn't scare him, but he smiled, thinking about how to make the old monk ashamed.

While the two were talking, there was a snap, and Wei Xiaobao was slapped on the shoulder, but he was startled and almost screamed.

"Ah, it turned out to be Big Brother Dao Chief, and it scared me to death. ”

"Hmph, Xiaobao, it's amazing that you have so many thoughts at a young age, hehe. Gui Zhong smiled slightly, and said hesitantly, making Wei Xiaobao's face red.

"Brother Dao Chief, do you say we should make a move now or not?" But this embarrassment is naturally nothing to Wei Xiaobao, he is very thick-skinned, and hurriedly changed the topic.

"Well, don't worry, you want to see the old emperor, he is in that small temple, let's wait a little and see the situation, and there are masters in that small temple, nothing will happen for a while." ”

Gui Zhong said lightly, and he didn't mean to come forward to help, he still had to watch a little bit of this kind of good show.

While he was talking, there was an accident on the side of Monk Chengguang and Master Bayan, but Master Bayan's body turned, dodged the edge of Chengguang, appeared behind a monk of Qingliang Temple, and slapped out with a palm, the monk snorted miserably and spurted blood, and flew towards Monk Chengguang in the air.

Chengguang's complexion changed, he was compassionate, and he was the abbot of Qingliang Temple, so he naturally couldn't watch his disciples being killed like this, the palm of Master Bayan was violent, if he didn't take care of it, the disciple fell directly to the ground, and the majestic palm power burst out, and there was definitely no way to live.

So I had to stretch out my hand and push it out, and I used a soft force to catch the little monk who flew in, so that he would not fall to the ground and die.

Master Bayan saw Chengguang's approach, sneered, stepped out, and came to Chengguang's side, his palms suddenly slapped out, in this palm, he had used all his strength, the evil wind was rolling, the strength was as strong as a mountain, Chengguang's eyes were condensed, and he naturally found this terrible palm, but in front of him was the little monk of Qingliang Temple, naturally he couldn't let this little monk resist the palm power, otherwise where would there be life in a palm, so he had to turn on one side slightly, and in a hurry he also slapped a palm and Ba Yan to the opposite one.

There was a muffled sound, and the Chengguang monk staggered back at his feet, his face was pale, the corners of his mouth were bleeding, and he had reached out to be seriously injured.

As soon as Master Bayan succeeded in his palm, Monk Chengguang lost his combat power, and his heart was overjoyed, and he laughed wildly, resounding throughout the courtyard.

"Senior brothers, smash the temple door open for me!"

Naturally, there were four or five lamas who responded to the peace, and they gave up their opponents again and again, and rushed directly to the temple gate, and the monks of Qingliang Temple wanted to stop them, but they were knocked to the ground by Master Bayan several times in a row, vomiting blood, and all of them were seriously injured.

Master Bayan did not have Chengguang to contain, and immediately became mighty, and the monks of Qingliang Temple were not his opponents at all, and he knocked down a group of people in three moves and two styles, all vomiting blood, and his breath was like a gossamer, and he was almost immortal, which showed that this lama had no compassion at all.

The four or five lamas rushed to the temple gate, and there was no obstacle along the way, so they smashed open the temple gate and rushed in.

Boom, boom, there was a fierce fight in the small temple, and then a red figure flew out of it, howling miserably, either the sternum was broken, there were broken hands and feet, bloody, it looked very miserable.

Knock, a few heavy footsteps sounded, a tower-like bald man walked out of the small temple, and closed the temple door again, a copper rod with a thick bowl mouth in his hand, heavy and scary, like a King Kong Arhat blocked at the door, the copper bell looked at the lamas in the field viciously, giving people a sense of hideous and vicious.