Tomorrow is 515, the anniversary of the starting point, and the day with the most benefits. In addition to the gift bag and school bag, this time's "515 Red Envelope Flip" must be seen, how can there be a reason not to grab the red envelope, set the alarm clock high~

An hour is indeed very short, and a life is sometimes frozen forever in a particular hour! This is the limitation of life, but it contributes to the eternity of that particular hour!

Zhong Yong, let's go! With a difficult task, he went to Luoyan City, outside the south gate, opposite the maple forest, Juxian Pagoda - he was going to be in this place - and from the moment he walked out of the Fengming Inn, he would kill Abbot Fayun in an hour!

He was not worried at all that he would not be able to complete the task, because he believed in the Tang knife in his hand!

The brown and red scabbard inlaid with cooked cowhide, the golden sword shield, the comfortable grip, and the flawless blade constitute the edge of the Tang knife.

Every time he cut the enemy's backbone, there was a crisp crunch! This gave him an incomparable pleasure, as if he were feeling the sound of heaven.

The thought of hearing this pleasant, stimulating sound again soon made him excited, like a jackal smelling blood. So, he quickened his pace, hoping that the expected wonderland would come early!

Night is about to fall, and the remnant sun in the western sky is thicker, redder, and blacker than blood at this time! As if it were a sign of blood-stained yellow sand! When the last rays of sunlight were weary from the distant ridge, Zhong Yong had already walked a shot away from the south gate of the city; at this moment, his figure was exaggerated by the golden sunlight, and the road behind him, infinitely lengthened, and turned into a shaky and terrible phantom! Suddenly, his body stomped and disappeared into the shadow of the arch of the city gate! It's like the phosphorus fire in the night sky, after a dazzling moment, it disappears without a trace.

In late autumn, the fallen leaves wither, this is a sign of the exhaustion of life, a kind of helpless melancholy in the face of fate, and in the face of the approaching limit! It is a kind of wind blowing the fallen leaves, and the sad condition of life is the color of sorrow!

At this time, next to the Juxian Tower, there is a deciduous sycamore, in this late autumn season, it is like a premature withered life, at this time the leaves have fallen, only some bizarre, abrupt branches, as if, it is setting off the death breath of the lonely tower.

The grass around the tower is green, and under the rendering of wind and frost, there is also a haggard color of the remnant sun! The withered grass is in the ancient tower, although they are only a few steps away from each other, but they are like a look of old age and death that do not get along with each other, they are all so arrogant, noble, and independent; just like the people of today, who have been with each other for a lifetime, but do not ask each other, and meet each other for a lifetime, but never come and go!

After all, in such countless sunset days, the boundless grass was so serene and silent, opening its spacious arms and embracing the silhouette of the towering ancient tower!

At this moment, there was a pair of kind and graceful steps, stepping on the mottled square stone slab of the ancient pagoda; a collar robe, a Zen staff, and a thought of eternity, constituted the glorious life of the Fajing Zen Master! He was kind and tolerant, heavy and broad, and he had a height and tranquility that ordinary people could hardly reach; with every step he took, the bottom of the Zen staff would move on the stone slab under his feet, and there would be a crisp crashing sound. It seems that it is the wooden fish hit by the old monk, clear and orderly!

The sound of that step by step, so harmonious, crisp, and detached, seemed to be the wonderful vocal music brought to the ancient pagoda! At that moment, even the stone gate of the ancient pagoda greeted the arrival of the Fajing Zen Master with great reverence and solemn and silent etiquette!

At this moment, a cold and unforgiving voice rang out in the empty tower.

"Whoever comes, but the abbot of Shaolin Temple?"

Zen Master Fajing looked up and saw a young man in black standing on the stone steps leading to the second floor, holding a Tang knife, and there was no expression on his cold face, just like the stone wall of the ancient pagoda was cold and ruthless. His eyes glowed with the green glow of the hearth, as if he wanted to burn this old and kind old monk to death, and the green tendons on the back of his hands were bare, as if they were about to tear the black scabbard apart. His right hand was already grasping the hilt of the knife with impatience, like grasping the pink breasts of a young girl, excited and excited! He was now just waiting--waiting for the old monk's words: yes and no!

Zen Master Fajing, not in a hurry, he raised his hand to him and saluted.

"Amitabha, good, good, what do you call this benefactor?"

"Calling your mother's head! I asked you!" the other party said viciously, and couldn't wait.

So, Zen Master Fajing deliberately took a step, walked to the window where the setting sun shone, and said to the man in black on the stone steps from the side.

"As the saying goes, if you ignore me, I ignore you, so why should I tell you my Dharma name!"

"Hmph, I'll let you say it automatically!" the young man in black said gloomily, and the Tang knife in his hand had been slowly and forcefully drawn.

The sword shines brightly, and the cold is pressing!

Seeing this, the old abbot spread his five fingers, blocked the front with one hand, and asked in panic.

"Young man, don't mess around, I have no grievances with you, why do you want to force each other!"

"Old bald donkey, chirp crookedly, take care of you **** hair, kill you and talk about it!" After the man in black said the above words viciously, he threw his scabbard and was about to swing his knife at the old abbot to slash and kill, but he could hear the other party say repeatedly.

"Slow, slow, slow!, you little benefactor, you are also in a hurry, I wanted to talk to you well, but you are so anxious;

"Really?" the other party asked, but he raised his knife in his hand.

"Seriously!" said the old abbot, "the monks don't speak!"

"Then you, but Abbot Fayun!" the man in black still asked, still this sentence.

Seeing this, Zen Master Fajing shook his head in disappointment, raised his hand and saluted.

"Amitabha, good, good!"

"Here you go again, you old bald donkey, I'll call you back!" the man in black almost thundered.

"So what?" said Master Fajing suddenly, "What's the matter?"

"I'll kill you!" said the man in black.

"Then you're not good for me!" said Master Fajing.

"It's really touching and hanging, it's too unruly! Say it earlier!" said the man in black, with the Tang knife in his hand with a dark resentment, and slashed towards the Fajing Zen Master unwillingly!

The Zen master swung to meet the attack, and after blocking left and right for a while, he found that the robe on his body had been rubbed with a few transparent holes, but fortunately, there was no damage. The abbot was shocked, knowing that the other party was fierce! Seeing that the abbot couldn't parry, he was gradually pushed into the corner, and it seemed that before the sun went into the western mountains, the results of the battle would be known!

At this moment, the abbot took the opportunity to squat down and swept the Zen staff across the ground, trying to destroy the lower plate of the man in black;

"Look at the sword!" At this moment, suddenly, a white light flashed in front of the window, and a sharp long sword pierced through the air!

PS.5.15 "The starting point" is raining red envelopes! Starting at 12 noon, grab a round every hour, and a large wave of 515 red envelopes depends on luck. You all go and grab it, and the starting coins you grabbed continue to subscribe to my chapters!