"Oh, the old-timers are saying that these four benevolent brothers are the ones who have slipped through the net?" asked Xu Feilong.

"Not bad. ”

"No wonder they are vicious, they don't talk about any martial arts rules, they are really assassins! Xu Feilong said regretfully: "So, they should be King Ning's minions, then ......"

"If it is really a person from Dongliu Tianluo, of course it is King Ning's minions. The Five Spirits Venerable is the demon of the Iron Pillar Palace, and his identity does not need to be guessed at all. I think your companions must be in danger, so you don't have to be too anxious. Let's go, let's find a place to rest first, we have a lot of things to do during the day. ”

Early the next morning, two old names Hanako appeared on Jiuhua Street.

They are the mad beggars and Xu Feilong.

With Xu Feilong's ability, it is not difficult to disguise himself as a beggar.

There are so many flowers in this area, there are too many to count, from the bottom of the mountain to the mountain, there are many flowers along the way, stretching out their hands to beg for pilgrims.

If it is the Buddha's birthday, it seems that the world's Huazi all come to Jiuhua to catch the temple fair, and there are hundreds of thousands of them, so the two of them are not eye-catching.

In the three days, it is a basin in the mountains, there are many rice fields nearby, thousands of hectares of fertile fields, half of which are incense fields belonging to various temples, and Huacheng Temple is the richest, followed by Dongyan Zen Temple five or six miles above.

The Three Days Gate is actually also called Julong Nunnery, which is the general guest house for entertaining pilgrims, a flat stone road hundreds of meters long, leading directly to the lower courtyard of the Hundred Years Old Palace.

The stream from the mountain trickles down and converges on the Gionji Temple on the right.

Further up is Taibai Study, Longnu Spring, Jiuhua Street...... Anyway, there are many temples near Jiuhua, and all the benefits of the world's famous mountains have been taken up, and this sentence is not false at all.

The two of them were half lying in the thatched hut on the side of the road, the thatch was the pillow and the rice was the couch, the front was a stone road, and the back was a small stream.

The monks of Huacheng Temple finished their morning class, the bells and drums slowly subsided, and someone from Jiuhua Jingshe opened the door to go out, and it was two servants who picked Zhuluo.

"Little brother, do you see clearly?" asked the beggar in a low voice, "the fog was dispersed when the rooster first sang, and you could not see the shadow of the house all night." The old man has been paying attention to it for several days, and once he used a dead black dog to throw himself down from the rock, but there was no movement, and he couldn't hear the sound of throwing stones, don't you think it's strange?"

"Did the old-timers ever come close and try it?"

"Closer? No kidding. The beggar shook his head: "The old beggar used to approach step by step, but a hundred meters away from Jiuhua Jingshe, he felt dizzy and had to retreat." Do you see those two gates? No one is allowed to approach the three ancient pines outside the gate during the day, you just have to go down the path. They will go out and drive them out. ”

"Listening to what the seniors say, the juniors know how to deal with them. Xu Feilong said confidently: "Of course, you have to be prepared first. Hmm! It seems that the monk who does not quit the demon is going to come out to do something, and he actually brought a convenient shovel and pretended to be a monk. We stalked him as soon as possible, and there was nothing to see here. ”

"Look at the pilgrims at the end of the street. The mad beggar said, "Seven people, who were the companions of those four guys last night." ”

Of the seven men, five were young men, about twenty years old, with sturdy figures, all with gloomy faces and expressionless expressions, with lanterns representing pilgrims in their right hands, incense in their left hands, bags on their backs, and sheathed swords on their belts.

There are fierce beasts in the mountains, thieves robbing roads, and blackmail gangsters and ruffians, so it is not surprising that some pilgrims carry swords to defend themselves.

The other two were about half a hundred years old, equally tall and strong, equally dressed, eagle-eyed and quite majestic, but they did not carry bags.

"Well, there were eleven of them. Xu Feilong said.

"Yes. They behave like a tacit understanding, and they really teach people to find out the details. ”

Shi Shiran, the non-demon monk, took the shovel, walked out of the path and walked to the stone path, walked to the end of the street, and quickly met with the seven pilgrims.

More than ten steps away, the non-demon monk slowed down, tilted his head to look at the person opposite, his fiery eyes were full of contemptuous expressions, and he snorted and said: "Drink! Are you here to worship the Bodhisattva in the mountains, or are you here to kill people and set fire to hell with swords?"

The middle-aged pilgrim who walked in front stood up, rolled his eyes, and asked coldly: "Monk, I see that you are not a monk of Jiuhua, you have a ring scar on your head, but you don't understand the etiquette of Buddhism at all." Do you look at us unpleasantly?"

"Probably yes. The demon increased and said with a wild smile: "Are you the ones who help the demon dragon now?"

"You're probably one of the Shadowless Langjun, bald, get out of the way!"

"How do you talk? you bastard...... "The Demon Monk instantly became angry.

"Duan Yue!" The middle-aged pilgrim turned his head and shouted, "You go and teach him a lesson, just beat him half to death." ”

"The disciple obeyed. A young man stooped down in agreement, handed the lantern incense package to his companion, and strode towards the non-demon monk.

How could a twenty-year-old young man be seen by the non-demon monk? Zhi Shovel sneered: "Drink! It seems that the Buddha wants the Buddha to drive you juniors who don't like it down the mountain, go up!"

The young man Duan Yue didn't say a word, he didn't seem to hear the sarcastic words of the demon monks, he coldly bullied him to about two feet, slowly stopped and drew his sword, his face was expressionless, a pair of big eyes full of cold lightning, staring at the sneering demon hatred, waiting for the sword to be completely unsheathed, his face was full of murderous anger, and his whole body was full of dangerous aura, like a leopard ready to pounce on its prey, full of terrifying might.

The face of the demon monk changed, he saw the crisis, his sinister smile disappeared instantly, and he raised the shovel vigilantly...... As soon as the shovel was raised, the sword light of the cemetery advanced, and the electric rainbow flew through the air, and Duan Yue had already launched an unprecedentedly fierce fast attack, as if the body and sword were one.

"Zheng Zheng!" The convenient shovel can seal the two swords, and the figures on both sides advance and retreat like lightning.

The Demon Monk retreated all the way for about two zhang, Duan Yue's sword still fearlessly pursued him, attacking like a shadow, and the sword rainbow had already reached the Demon Monk's chest.

"Zheng!" The long sword was deflected between the shovel heads, and the demon monk floated obliquely, roaring, and as soon as the horse was stable, he immediately turned around and picked out with the shovel handle.

The reaction of the non-quit demon monk was not unpleasant, but Duan Yue was a step faster, and the pursuing sword rainbow suddenly sank, obliquely, and outward, faster than the lightning and stone fire, and a cracking silk sounded, and the right sleeve of the non-quit demon monk fell suddenly.

Jian Hong rushed forward. Then it flashed above the handle of the shovel, and the tip of the blade swept over the right shoulder of the non-demon monk with a slight difference.