The sound of the two fighting each other came from the pagoda, breaking the silence of the Tianlong Temple at night, and suddenly the Tianlong Temple became noisy, just like the Tianlong Temple that had fallen asleep and woke up from a dream. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info noisy words came in the Tianlong Temple, a burning torch, from everywhere towards the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion gathered, downstairs Li Mochou had already felt the movement upstairs, at this time looking at the monks who were constantly gathering, his face showed a trace of ugly look.

Rushing out from behind the curtain, he was already walking up the stairs to the second floor in a few steps. Seeing Zhao Zhijing standing up from the wall at this time, he hurriedly said: "Brother Zhijing, it's not good, we have been discovered, and there are already a lot of monks coming here." ”

Hearing this, Zhao Zhijing's face was still smiling, without a trace of panic, and he looked at the yellow-robed monk opposite and said: "Monk, you are not a good person, it seems that your Tianlong Temple is a trap, but it is not so easy to stop me." ”

When the words fell, Zhao Zhijing grabbed Li Mochou's little hand with one hand, stepped heavily on the ground with one foot, and two pitch-black figures rose into the air and jumped up to the third floor. After a while, Zhao Zhijing and Li Mochou were already standing on the top of the high tower. Zhao Zhijing looked down with his eyes, and saw that at this time, the surrounding area of the pagoda had been surrounded by a group of warrior monks holding eyebrow sticks, and there was not a trace of gaps.

Seeing such a scene and feeling a trace of warmth coming from this hand, Zhao Zhijing's eyes became bright, and he looked back at Li Mochou, Zhao Zhijing said softly: "Mochou, I will go down to lure them away later, and you will take advantage of the chaos and leave the inn to wait for me to come back." ”

Hearing Zhao Zhijing's words, wisps of tears appeared in Li Mochou's eyes, but she was not a person who didn't know the depths, she knew that if it weren't for her existence, Zhao Zhijing would be able to get rid of these people and leave unharmed by herself. But now that she is there, all this is different.

Li Mochou, who understood all this, although his heart was full of remorse, if he hadn't been willful and had to follow, he would not have encountered such a situation, and naturally Brother Zhijing on the side didn't have to lead those monks away. Holding back the tears in his eyes, Li Mochou secretly made up his mind in his heart that after leaving here, he must work hard to cultivate and not be a burden to Brother Zhijing.

Seeing Li Mochou on the side nodding slowly, a smile appeared on Zhao Zhijing's face. Then he pecked lightly on Li Mochou's forehead, and the figure had already left the top of the tower in a flash.

Zhao Zhijing, dressed in a black tight-fitting night coat and a purple emperor sword wrapped in black cloth strips around his waist, walked down the stairs inside the pagoda step by step. The sound of stepping on the stairs echoes in the pagoda.

Zhao Zhijing, who came to the second floor, saw that the yellow-robed monk whose robe had been torn next to the oil lamp that had been lit again was still standing there and did not leave. Seeing this, Zhao Zhijing's face showed a smile, and he slowly opened his mouth and said in relaxed words: "Monk, you really don't answer simply, I thought that there was only one person who could make me pay so much attention to this Tiannan land, that is, the original Nandi, the current master of Yideng, I don't want to have you in this Tianlong Temple." Monk, what's your name, I don't want to know who the person I'm fighting against. ”

"Kurong!" The yellow-robed monk looked at Zhao Zhijing at this time with a smile on his face, folded his hands in front of his chest, and said slowly. But Zhao Zhijing, who was opposite him, frowned, smiled and said: "Kurong explained, isn't it the patriarch of your Tianlong Temple?

Kurong smiled slightly, and said: "The donor doesn't know, in my Tianlong Temple, there is only one person in each generation who cultivates the Kurong Sutra, and its Dharma name is Kurong, as long as the previous generation of Kurong Zen Master dies, the next generation of Kurong Zen Master will take over his Dharma name as the new Kurong Zen Master." ”

Zhao Zhijing laughed and said: "I don't want to have such a reason, it's because I sit in the well and watch the sky, and I don't know the mysteries in your temple, but you want to stop me today?"

"The donor is serious, listen to the donor's words and know Brother Yideng, I just want to invite you to stay in the temple for a few days, and when the poor monk invites Brother Yideng, the misunderstanding will be resolved, and the donor will naturally be let go. Ku Rong clasped his hands together, his face was full of smiles, his eyes were shining with bright light, he looked straight at Zhao Zhijing, and slowly spoke.

Zhao Zhijing suddenly laughed and said: "Originally, the master's invitation should naturally be accepted in the next, but there are still some things that have not been explained. As soon as the words fell, Zhao Zhijing's figure had already lightly landed on the ground on the first floor, and he was about to open the door and leave after a few steps.

Ku Rong did not lag behind, and said with a long roar: "Why should the donor be like this, the poor monk sincerely invites, why should the donor leave in such a hurry." The words fell, and the figure had silently arrived behind Zhao Zhijing, and a heavy punch was smashed out in an instant, and the huge power was like the Dharma Protector King Kong beside the Buddha, as if he was going to crush Zhao Zhijing in front of him.

Feeling the huge power behind him, Zhao Zhijing's thoughts were running rapidly, if he didn't avoid it, he would have to bear this heavy punch, even if he rushed out of the tower gate, he would be stopped by many warrior monks outside the door. Between the lightning and flint, Zhao Zhijing had already made a decision, and his originally upright body fell to the ground, and less than a foot from the ground, his figure swung, and when he was already behind him, a bright fist was smashed out in an instant.

The Zhao Zhijing in front of him disappeared in an instant, and Ku Rong's heart already felt bad. The hairs around his body stood up at this moment, and his body seemed to be under control at this moment. The punch was instantly retracted, and he turned around and punched it out heavily. Under the light of a dim butter lamp, the two fists of one shining with wisps of light and one with golden glow of red brilliance instantly wanted to turn, and suddenly Zhao Zhijing and Ku Rong both felt a huge force coming from their arms.

"Boom!" The many monks surrounding the pagoda suddenly felt a thunderbolt pass in their ears, and a huge sound fell into their ears. The closed heavy tower door in front of him was full of cracks at one moment, and the next moment it shattered, and the pieces of fragments were like a sharp sword, flying quickly from the air, letting out a scream.

When everyone knocked down the pieces of wood that flew out, and looked closely, the heavy tower gate was gone, and only a portal like a huge beast's mouth fell in front of them. Looking inside, a monk in a withered yellow monk's robe, a thief in a dark night robe, and the two figures stood opposite each other. The debris that flew out was obviously related to these two people. (To be continued.) )