The Taoist snorted and said, "Yes, what?"

Lu Xiaoyuan's heart moved, and asked, "Are you a monk of Fojue Temple?"

The Taoist nodded, "Not bad." Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info”

Lu Xiaoyuan's face changed slightly, and he said, "Then I won't learn your golden cicada magic skills." I thought: "If it weren't for the golden cicada's divine skills, it would not have been possible to heal the girl's injuries in a moment that day." ”

The Taoist stared at him with wide eyes: "If you don't learn, you will die if you don't learn, why don't you learn?"

Lu Xiaoyuan said in his heart: "If those monks insult my master and apprentice too much, what's the big deal with one life? If I learn the golden cicada magic skill from you, won't I have to suffer from them for the rest of my life?

Seeing that his face was sometimes depressed, sometimes negative, sometimes disdainful, the Taoist felt strange, and wasted a lot of words with him, seeing that Lu Xiaoyuan was not learning, he said "hey" and went out of the house.

Lu Xiaoyuan looked at his back and said in his heart: "The Golden Cicada Divine Skill is the supreme classic of Fojue Temple, and few monks of the Xinzi generation have been taught, who is he?"

As soon as the Taoist came out of the Muni Hall, three old monks wearing big red robes stopped him from going, he saw the person clearly, scratched his head, and said with a smile: "Three senior brothers, long time gone." ”

These three monks are the mind, the mind, and the heart. Xinzhi sneered and asked, "Who is this Dao Master?"

The Taoist smiled and said: "Second senior brother, you are joking with your junior brother again, and the junior brother's Dharma name is empty. Hey. ”

Xinzhi "snorted" and said, "You're so comfortable outside." In the past ten years, Fojue Temple has sent many disciples to look for you, you are so smart, pretending to be an old Taoist, no wonder I can't find you. ”

Xinkong smiled and said: "The second senior brother is shrewd and capable, if the junior brother didn't play some tricks with you, he would have been caught by you." Lao Dao....Lao Wei only came quietly and walked quietly, but he still alarmed the three senior brothers, hehe. ”

Xin Zhi said, "What are you doing when you come back?"

Xinkong smiled and said: "That kid's life is in danger, saving someone's life is better than creating a seventh-level floating slaughter, of course I saved him." ”

Xincheng asked, "How to save it?"

Xinkong said: "Of course, I can't think of a good way with my elm head, so I can only teach him the magic skills of Fojue Temple." ”

The faces of the three monks changed greatly. Xin Zhi shouted: "The golden cicada magic skill is never passed on, and few monks in this temple can practice, you dare to pass it on to the people of the Shenglang faction, it's really nonsense!"

Master Xinguan said in a deep voice: "Senior brother, you like to wander on the rivers and lakes, as long as you don't fall into the evil way, the Buddha Jue Temple will also be up to you." But why do you want to interfere in something that the three of you have already decided? Is it true that the master is trying to spread your divine skills indiscriminately and deceive the teacher and destroy the ancestors?"

Xinkong changed his funny expression, and said with a straight face: "Senior brother in charge, you don't mention Master, you mentioned Master's teaching, then let me ask you, what did Master say when he passed on our Golden Cicada Divine Skill? He said that the Golden Cicada Divine Skill is a martial art of great mercy and compassion, not a martial art that kills and hurts people, and I hope that we can use it to save people's lives after practice." Three senior brothers, you say, how many lives have you saved after cultivating for so many years? I'm afraid that the golden cicada's true qi for decades has not been damaged at all, right?"

The three monks thought of the teachings of Master Shanyuan at the beginning, and they felt remorse in their hearts, and recited in unison: "Amitabha." ”

He said with an empty heart: "Second Senior Brother, why did I leave the Buddha Jue Temple in the first place, shouldn't you know in your heart? The Seven Star Society of Southern Hubei is not a cult force, and you exterminated it, isn't it because they did not obey the orders of the Buddha Jue Temple?"

Xin Zhi "snorted" and didn't say a word.

Xinkong said again: "In the past month, you have sent people to destroy Lian Castle and Mujia Qingyunzhuang one after another, why?"

Xin Zhi said: "These families have taken refuge in the Imperial Tianwuwei, and they are embarrassed by my Buddha Jue Temple at the Martial Arts Conference, if they are not destroyed and warn other sects, more people will defect to the empire in the future, and once the empire is full-fledged, it will definitely be unfavorable to my five sects." ”

Master Xinguan also said: "The world is about to collapse, once the war breaks out, the family sects that have taken refuge in the empire will definitely confront the rebels from all sides, and at that time, the rebels will be damaged and their lives will be ruined, isn't it our guilt?"

Xinkong sighed and said, "You three tongues, I can't argue with you." Alas, I'm going to take my leave. ”

Xin stopped taking a step forward and said in a deep voice, "Where are you going?"

The heart is empty: "That kid refuses to learn the golden cicada magic skill, I have lost a lot of face." He doesn't know what to do, and others may not be like him, so I'll find another successor. "Say you want to go.

When the three monks heard what he said, they were determined to pass on the golden cicada's divine skills, and said in their hearts: "He will be imprisoned this time." ”

Xin Zhi shouted, "Stay!" and flew up. Xinguan and Xincheng knew that although the golden cicada divine skill of the empty heart had been practiced to the sixth level, his martial arts skills were still inferior to those of the excellent big-character monks, and he was no match for the heart, so he didn't go to help.

Xinkong grinned, turned around, and with a "poof" sound, a stream of gas emanated from his hips, rushing towards Xinzhi. Xinzhi knew that this gas was emitted by his true qi, not a stinky fart, but it was stained with gas, after all, it was unsightly, and with one palm, Zen Gang Qi swept the gas away, and his palms were wrong, and he grabbed the heart empty.

Xinkong saw that his eyebrows were black, and he knew that he was using the top grappling martial art "Five Aggregates Yin Demon Entanglement" in Fojue Temple, only to feel that countless qi energy around him was attacking him, and he saw that the black qi between his claws was pervasive, and there was a tendency to cut his body, which was a hundred times more powerful than the "intestinal qi" released by himself. He didn't turn around and struck out with his palms back.

The four hands were not crossed, the qi met first, surging out, the heart was empty and the body shook, and the true qi cultivation of the heart was not as good as him, and he took three steps back.

Xinzhi used the body martial art "Chu ***", and quickly swam around the heart space, turning into countless figures in an instant, or punching, or kicking, or claw attack, or finger attack, as if countless people launched an attack at the same time.

Xinkong shouted, "Here you go!" took out a paper ball from his bosom and threw it towards Xinzhi.

Xinzhi clamped it smoothly, with a slight force, the paper ball broke, only to feel that the two fingers were sticky, followed by a smell of smell, it was actually a donkey dung egg, which was sealed by the empty heart with paper.

He was furious in his heart, and cried out, "You, you..."

Xincheng sat on a horse and squatted on a stake, and a hand knife was slashed, which was the "Seven Absolute Knives for Breaking Troubles". The sword qi was like a small swallow, spinning around in the air, and its tracks were uncertain.

Xinkong shouted, "Interesting!" and stretched out his palm to meet the sword qi. The sword qi suddenly came together, avoided the empty palm, and slashed diagonally at his chest.

His true qi cultivation reached the heavenly position, and after being stabbed by this knife, his flesh ached, he took a breath, his inner breath flowed, and he shouted: "You also try my fist!" A punch hit Xiang Xincheng.

Xincheng jumped up suddenly, and used the "Ganges Sand Fingering Technique" in mid-air, and the offensive rushed down like a dense rain, and Xinkong greeted him with the introductory martial art "Dharma Protector Fist". I could only hear the sound of bobobo, dozens of moves had been dismantled, and more than 20 fingers had been hit in my empty arms, shoulders, and chest.