It was late at night, and the whole Pure Mind Meditation Monastery was silent, and the sandalwood was remnant, but the solemn and solemn sacred atmosphere was undiminished, and only the apse was brightly lit.

In front of the gilded Buddha statue several feet high, a thin old monk with a wrinkled face and white eyebrows sits cross-legged with his eyes closed, and a sturdy young monk on the left and right sits cross-legged, playing with prayer beads and reciting scriptures silently.

"Hoo ......"

A gust of wind poured into the hall, the sound of clothes blowing loomed, and a vague black shadow came with the wind, flying through most of the hall space in an instant, and throwing it into the emaciated old monk in front of the Buddha statue.

The two young warrior monks stared angrily, and their momentum was magnificent, and they bounced up without warning, flying in the air like eagles and falcons, and their fists and palms came out together, striking the black-clothed masked enemy with a long sword hanging from their waists left and right.

"Hey ......"

The man in black let out a man's sneer to express his disdain, but the figure of the mid-air sweep suddenly froze, and turned into a rapid fall, as if trying to avoid the fierce attack of the two monks.

The two monks shouted violently, their skills were working, and they also forcibly changed their castration, and pursued the black-clothed man who landed in the oblique stab.

However, in the next moment, the two monks' bodies shook violently, but they couldn't stop castration.

It turned out that the man in black was still sweeping in the air, and his trajectory had never changed for half a minute!

The two monks, who almost collided with each other when they landed on the ground, looked up at the black-clothed man who swept above their heads with a look of horror, and a strange and wonderful feeling rose in their hearts, why did they give birth to the illusion that the other party was spinning and falling? What kind of martial arts is this, or a body illusion, or a mysterious illusion?

The two monks are young, but they are practicing Zen skills, and they are already candidates for the four protectors of the Zen Temple, whether it is martial arts or vision reaction, they are not inferior to the leaders of the younger generation on the rivers and lakes, and they can be among the world's first-class masters.

Ordinary illusions or body illusions may be able to deceive their sense of sight and hearing, but with the help of Zen exercises, their sense of touch like a sixth sense is far more sensitive and accurate than that of ordinary first-class masters, and it can be more effective in removing the false and preserving the truth.

No matter how clever the opponent is, or even beyond the limit of their tactile ability, at most they will not feel the presence of the opponent's breath, and it is impossible to distort their sense of touch and cause their minds to receive the wrong information!

However, this situation just appeared, when the two monks had palpitations, the sequelae of forcibly changing their tactics and using the wrong force followed, making them feel chest tightness, blood churning, and they were unable to volley again.

But the man in black who swept above them spun around, kicked out his feet in a row, and swept away like a waterfall.

As soon as the strength hit the back of the neck, the two monks immediately felt that their hair stood on end, and the treacherous cool air penetrated into the skin and bones, how could they not be sure that the other party's martial arts were inexplicable, but the demon sect was authentic?

The two monks immediately floated forward, intending to temporarily avoid the edge and turn to meet the enemy.

How do you know that there is another strong force in front of the chest, like two enemies at the same time to them front and back, the power of this devil's blow, including the front and back of the two forces, the magic secret technique, is indeed amazing!

On the occasion of this critical moment, the two monks relied on the tacit understanding that had been generated over time, without making a sound or exchanging glances, and without hesitation, one continued to pounce forward, poking forward with both hands, and the tips of the middle fingers gathered the strength of the steel cone, meeting the roundabout leg strength in front of them;

The other bent his arms and twisted his body, his sleeves swaying like a gust of wind, his elbows striking his legs from behind.

"Peng, Peng!"

Energetic and energetic.

The two monks were like thunder, their bodies stumbled together, blood spurted from their mouths, the floor tiles under their feet burst out, and they staggered to the ground, watching the man in black fly to the Buddha statue without stopping, and reached out to grab the thin old monk.

Everything was not unexpected by the man in black, the thin old monk seemed to be in a trance, but in fact he seemed to be unconscious, he had already lost his sense of the outside world, and he held him hostage and swept towards the temple gate without resistance.

The two young warrior monks, who were barely sitting cross-legged and luckily stabilized their injuries, didn't care about the leakage of internal breath, and exclaimed in unison: "Master Bozu......"

He vomited blood again in one mouth, and the injury worsened.

Holding the thin old monk in his left hand, it seemed that it did not affect the speed of the black-clothed man in the slightest, and he swept to the square in front of the hall like a rabbit, and saw two old monks, a burly and a tall and thin monk, holding a steel Zen staff.

The man in black snorted lightly, glanced at the blue-robed monk's robes on the two old monks, and said in a dark man's voice: "It's fast enough!"

Maybe the candidate Dharma Protector Vajra is not worth a damn, so let's see if the two of you are as strong and resistant as Vajra?"

"Amitabha...... Please also let go of the Zen master of our courtyard!"

The two Dharma Protectors Vajra shouted angrily, and each uttered two completely opposite tones, high-pitched and low.

At the moment when they saw each other's body and temperament, the two monks knew that the other party's martial arts were superb, and they were better than the inner meditation master of the Zen Academy.

If you are tied, I am afraid that not only will you not be able to save the old Zen master, but the two of them will also be in danger of their own lives, so they can only ignore the thin old monk who was held hostage by the other party and go all out.

"Huh?"

The man in black sighed lightly, and the evil eyes flashed, but the movements of the two Dharma Protectors King Kong who rushed towards him were extremely strange.

The burly old monk's right hand Zen staff was swung out, just to meet the head of the rod pushed out by the tall and thin old monk.

"Peng!"

A mighty whirlwind swirled around the heads of the two handing rods, and in an instant, it rolled out like waves to every inch of space within a radius of ten zhang.

The man in black was curled up, and he was a little involuntarily, and he wanted to turn to the side and bump into it.

As soon as the heads of the two steel rods touched, the two protector Vajra's bodies accelerated, and the left and right wings of the sideways body attacked the man in black, and the steel Zen staff revealed a whirling wave like a double dragon going out to sea, attacking the left and right sides of the man in black.

The man in black was imposing, carrying the thin old monk in the center of the whirlpool of energy, and knew that the two monks had performed an extremely powerful combined attack technique.

First of all, with the same origin and different but complementary strong internal strength, it stirred up a cyclone like an undercurrent of the ocean, rolled towards him, firmly locked his body, and then inflicted a thunderous blow on the left and right, which was indeed powerful.

"Boom!"

The blue steel sword at the waist of the man in black jumped out of its sheath as if it were spiritual.

A screech rang out from the sword in his hand.

Blade circled a small turn.

Suddenly the ground expanded, exploding into a small point of light in the sky.

The sound of the cyclone wind jointly cast by the two Dharma Protector Vajra dissipated and stopped as if it had been penetrated and shattered by a point of light, and the point of light of the sword not only did not disappear with it, but exploded violently.

When the two Dharma Protectors approached the black-clothed man, all they could see was an endless downpour, like a real and illusory pale blue light, blooming like flowers, beautiful.

At first glance, the sword moves of Rusi seem to be strange, without a trace of evil spirit, but what the two Dharma Protectors did not expect the most was that the Zen heart that had been formed by decades of intensive cultivation of Buddhism was as clear as a pure lake, and at the moment when the other party took out the sword, it seemed to be poured into thousands of acres of ink, which was muddy and blurred.

It is no longer possible to vaguely feel and distinguish the true body of the sword blade where the opponent's wisp of killing power is from the infinite points of light......

"Tinkle ......"

A series of pleasant sounds sounded, like a rain shower hitting wind chimes.

The light is gone.

The two Dharma Protector Vajra plummeted and fell back into place, and the blue-robed monk's robe, which represented the identity of the Dharma Protector Vajra, was full of holes, blood stains loomed, and his face lost his earlier calmness, and the aftertraces of shock were faintly visible.

Their hands were exposed, and the stainless steel Zen staff weighing more than 100 catties was trembling slightly, and they were buzzing in the wind.

The man in black laughed, returned the sword to the sheath, and said proudly: "The Pure Mind Zen Temple is worthy of being one of the holy places of the White Dao, and only two minions can retreat under this sword.

For the sake of this, I won't kill you tonight, hehe...... You don't have to send it again!" the words fell, and the thin old monk turned into a streamer phantom, across the square, and disappeared into the misty night.

The two Dharma Protectors looked at each other, and at the same time snorted, the corners of their mouths were bleeding, and their majestic momentum fell in the blink of an eye, and the burly Dharma Protector said discouragedly: "Black Heaven Demon Venerable, it really lives up to its reputation!"

The tall and thin Dharma Protector's face changed: "Didn't this guy steal the He Clan's Bi and give it to Senior Brother Kong and the three holy monks to hunt down?

The burly Dharma Protector said in a deep voice: "Could it be that he was angry with the Zen Monastery because of the pursuit of Senior Brother Kong, and as soon as he got out, he came here to take revenge?"

The tall and thin Dharma Protector bowed his head and said, "It should be so...... Hurry up and send a message to inform Senior Brother Kong, and send orders to all temples and eyeliners to track down the traces of him and the Zen master!"

............

In the dark night, the Luo water is rippling, and the flat boat is light.

The thin old monk sat cross-legged in the boat, staring as always without moving.

The man in black removed his scarf, revealing a beautiful and beautiful jade face like a fairy, and his body shape changed from the previous slender and upright, restoring his exquisite grace.

At this moment, she was standing with her eyes solemn, her hands and fingers like swords, pointing at the wrinkled temples of the thin old monk, as if she was performing some kind of spiritual secret method with all her heart and soul.

The thin old monk used to be the leader of Buddhism, but now her spirit is withered, she is on the verge of death, her consciousness is blurred, and she has no ability to resist under her powerful and mysterious spiritual power.

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Daba Mountain, deep valley and dense forest.

Shi Zhixuan didn't know that he had an extra jar of dirty water on his head.

"Lao Tzu's "Tao Te Ching" has a cloud: 'The god of grain is immortal, it is called Xuanqi. The gate of Xuanqi is the root of heaven and earth. ’

【Xuanqi Tea Female Technique】This exercise must be practiced by men and women together, and the breathing is cut off when practicing, and only the internal qi is used to ......"

Following Zuo Youxian, Bichen also confided in the secret of Lao Junguan in his confusion.

An Long shook his head when he heard this, after the blow of the [Meridian Gang] before, he was no longer obsessed with whether he had fulfilled the essence of the true preaching technique, he just heard what he was interested in, or felt useful, and he just remembered it in time.

Therefore, he vaguely understood why, hundreds of years later, the Holy Gate had obviously appeared many times with immortal talents to unify the Holy Gate, but he had never heard of anyone who could reunite the two different [Heavenly Demon Strategy] secret scrolls of the six sects, and even the fusion of the two volumes did not seem to have been?

But it turns out that the [Heavenly Demon Strategy] of different factions is often two different things from the concept of acting to the martial arts, and the delusion of having both fish and bear's paws is most likely to be greedy and chew more, and it is better to specialize in one subject! )