Zhao Zhijing put down the Kurong Sutra in his hand, a smile appeared on his face under the black mask, and his eyes stared straight at the monk in the window, seeing that he was still sitting motionless on the futon, without a trace of sound, if it wasn't for Zhao Zhijing hearing his words before, he would have thought that what was in front of him was just a monk's body, and his body was just an empty shell, without the slightest anger. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"It is convenient for the monks and others to be convenient for themselves, and if I don't invite you to come again today, it is because of the yearning for my Buddha in the next place, how can the master, as a monk, close the door of the convenience of the monks. Zhao Zhijing said with relaxed words. The yellow-robed monk sitting on the futon slowly spoke: "The donor is like this, why don't you go out of the house to serve the Buddha?"

"What the master said is that he is just in the dust, and he can only recite Amitabha Buddha a few more times in his heart. It's just that the master has his back to the lower at this time, and he treats the lower as nothing, I'm afraid it's a little wrong!" Zhao Zhijing's eyes flashed with a ray of fine light, and his sharp gaze stared straight at the yellow-robed monk sitting on the futon.

Zhao Zhijing's words fell, the yellow-robed monk sitting on the futon slowly stood up, under the light of the bright oil lamp, Zhao Zhijing's face showed a trace of strangeness, the yellow-robed monk's face, but it was extraordinary, one side was as smooth and ruddy as a baby, but the other side was like the bark of an old pine, covered with wrinkles, as if there was no trace of water, as if even blood did not exist, and some were just covered with dry skin on the bones.

The yellow-robed monk stood upright in front of Zhao Zhijing, with a strange smile on his face, one side was like a baby's smile, like a gentle sunlight shining on people's skin, and a warm feeling permeated the body. On the other hand, it is like a Shura evil ghost, and that smile is like a cold wind in winter, if ordinary people see it, they are afraid that they will scream out.

The yellow-robed monk, smiling, said: "Donor, I have already seen the appearance of the poor monk, does the donor take off the mask at night, and the conversation seems to me to be face-to-face, which is more sincere, what does the donor think?"

Hearing the words of the yellow-robed monk, Zhao Zhijing stretched out a hand and slowly pulled down the black mask covering his face, revealing a young face, glowing under the bright oil lamp. Looking at the yellow-robed monk opposite with a smile on his face, Zhao Zhijing slowly spoke: "It is really a blessing to be able to meet a master like the master today, but I can't accompany the master here to study the Buddhist scriptures." I also hope that the master will forgive his sins. ”

Zhao Zhijing didn't see any words from the yellow-robed monk, so he turned around and stepped out, not wanting the smile on the yellow-robed monk's face to change in the slightest, but he smiled and said, "Since the donor has already come, why are you in such a hurry to leave?"

The enlarged monk's robe suddenly swelled, swept out of the air, twitching the air flow in the air, as if a pillar of air was pouring down from the Nine Heavens, and heavy pressure was coming towards Zhao Zhijing. Zhao Zhijing, who was facing the yellow-robed monk with his back, did not have the slightest trace of panic on his face, and some only smiled. The slender arm gently shook the Buddha back, and a momentum spread out in the air like a curtain.

One is yellow, one is black, one is wide, one is small. The two sleeves collided in the air, and the air currents suddenly flowed through the bright stupa. The yellow-robed monk, with a flick of his wide sleeves, the withered yellow sleeves were rolled up, turning into a yellow long whip in the air, and slashing down at Zhao Zhijing.

Zhao Zhijing, who was dressed in a compact night suit, flashed under the long yellow whip, and Zhao Zhijing, who was in the air, swept out with one leg, like a black steel whip, and the heavy pressure came from the air. Even the air became heavy, and the smile on the face of the yellow-robed monk did not change in the slightest, turning into a long cord sleeve, and the true qi vibrate, like a long snake, wrapping around Zhao Zhijing's legs.

The long yellow rope, wrapped around the long black legs, was like an iron tong, kicking Zhao Zhijing out of one leg and blocking it in the air. Feeling the force coming from his legs, the true qi in Zhao Zhijing's body couldn't help but work, and a huge force emanated from his long legs, and his body in the air turned around, and it had already fallen to the ground. And the distance between Zhao Zhijing and the yellow-robed monk is already close.

The yellow-robed monk, with his free hand, his four fingers were closed, and his index finger was quickly pointed, and an invisible finger force quickly hit Zhao Zhijing's chest. Feeling the strength of his fingers close to his chest, Zhao Zhijing's palm turned into a warm jade hand and stood on his chest, exuding wisps of light.

The ruddy fingers gently touched Zhao Zhijing's jade-like palm, like a huge stone, falling into the calm lake, like a mirror-like lake, suddenly swaying huge waves, and the calm shattered at this moment. At this moment, the huge wave of qi suddenly surged out, and the energy rolled wildly, and the oil lamps that emitted light kept shaking the burning wick. The eyes of the two of them suddenly became pitch black, and only the moonlight shining through the gap in the window shone brightly.

Zhao Zhijing's entangled foot, stepped on it heavily, and the sleeves wrapped around his legs were cut off, and the scattered dry yellow fragments fell to the ground. At the same time, Zhao Zhijing's palm against a yang finger suddenly turned into an eagle's claw, like an iron tong, and grabbed that slender finger.

Feeling the heavy force on his fingers, the yellow arm was exposed in the broken sleeve, like an arm infused with copper teeth. Between the lightning and flint, the yellow-robed monk bent his elbow and punched out. The huge fist was like a huge copper hammer. Huge power is condensed in this red fist, as long as he is hit by this punch, even Zhao Zhijing, a person who has profound cultivation and has a certain degree of achievement in the tempering of the body, even if he does not die, he will lose the ability to act, and become a dead fish on the chopping board, without a trace of hope of survival.

In the midst of the lightning, everything became extraordinarily slow and clear. The free hand was like a sword at this moment, and the sharp sword qi condensed in between, and the sword qi tore through the air curtains one after another, stabbing heavily on this huge copper hammer.

"Bell!" A crisp sound came out, and Zhao Zhijing's slender fingers seemed to be on a real copper hammer, and the jade-colored fingers and red fists made a golden and iron sound at this moment.

"Bang bang!" A few loud sounds, Zhao Zhijing, a yellow-robed monk, shot like lightning in this short period of time, and dozens of moves intersected in this short period of time. One was yellow, the other was pitch black, and the two figures retreated very quickly, slamming heavily on the walls of the pagoda, leaving two deep marks. (To be continued.) )