'You monk, if you have something to say, why do you still do it!'

It was the first time for Yan Qing to see such a fierce monk, he was stunned at first, and then an evil fire rushed up, and he said angrily: "Isn't the temple a place to get married? Even if it's just an ordinary layman, if you don't see it, how can you drive people away?'

The monk said, 'You can't get through this door. I won't say much to you, but it's for your own good. Please get out of here. ‘

stepped forward to push Yan Qing, but it was like pushing a big tree that was entrenched in the ground, and it didn't move.

Yan Qing hugged his shoulders and sneered, "Monk. A certain family sees that you are also a cultivator, and they don't want to worry about you. If I didn't beat you up before, how could I get out of this bad breath. ‘

The monk spent a lot of effort, but he couldn't push Yan Qing, and hurriedly said: "The poor monk is also for your good." Hurry away or your lives will be ruined!'

This monk blurted out, but Shi Zixuan and Yan Qing were stunned for a moment.

Shi Zixuan said: "Buddhist, is something wrong? Yesterday we separated from Master Zhizhu in the Hou Mansion, and when we left, we agreed to visit here today, but Master Zhizhu didn't explain?"

The monk was slightly stunned and said, 'You were also in the Hou Mansion yesterday?'

Seeing his eyes flickering, Shizi Xuan said, "Fellow Buddha, the monks don't speak, please tell us the truth." Is there something wrong with Master Zhizhu?'

Shi Zixuan was a little worried in his heart. Master Zhizhu is profound, but he does not cultivate supernatural powers. Last night, the chickens and dogs in Lingyang Mansion jumped, and the demons danced wildly, in case they were targeted, I was afraid that something would really happen.

'The teacher didn't do much, it just ...... Ay. Come in with me. The monk sighed and said to the little monk Yuanxiang, "Yuanxiang, please go outside and keep guard, and don't let anyone in." ‘

The little monk nodded as if he didn't understand. He Shi said: 'Yes. Brother. ‘

After speaking, he secretly glanced at his senior brother, and he didn't seem to be angry, so he breathed a sigh of relief, saluted Shi Zixuan and Yan Qing, and ran out quickly.

Yan Qing was a little puzzled and said, "Monk, what the hell are you doing!"

The monk sighed, "I really shouldn't have spoken to each other just now. But it's really for the better. offended, the poor monk apologized. ‘

This monk. Bow to the two to the end to make amends.

Shi Zixuan and Yan Qing glanced at each other and said, "Buddha friends don't have to be like this, can you tell the reason now?"

The monk said, "I can't hide it, when the teacher came back yesterday, a wicked person on the way took the teacher hostage and went back to the temple. Now I live in this small meditation monastery, and no one is allowed to come near and disturb me. ‘

Sure enough, something happened. Shi Zixuan said secretly. Hurriedly asked, 'Is Master Zhizhu okay?'

The monk shook his head and said, 'The teacher is fine. But the wicked guest lived in the temple and was not allowed to divulge his tracks to anyone. Otherwise, he would have taken the teacher's life, not to mention, and would have killed all the people in this monastery. Turn the pure land of Buddhism into a hell on earth. ‘

Shi Zixuan and Yan Qing suddenly realized, no wonder this monk was angry just now, and he was going to drive people away when they met. It turned out that they were afraid that Shi Zixuan and Yan Qing would anger the villain and lose their lives.

When Shi Zixuan heard this, he said, "Buddha friend. I don't know where that man is, please take us to meet him. ‘

The monk hesitated and said, "Fellow Daoist, I know that you are a person who has cultivated supernatural powers. It's just that I'm afraid you're not that person's opponent. ‘

Yan Qing said: "You monk is really a mother-in-law, whether it is an opponent or not, you will only know after fighting." ‘

Shi Zixuan also said, "Please rest assured, with the two of us here, I will never let that person hurt the master." Please lead the way. ‘

The monk hesitated for a moment and asked, 'Okay. Then I'll take you there, and you must be careful. ‘

The two nodded, followed behind the monk, and walked towards the small Zen courtyard.

As soon as the three of them entered the monastery, they heard someone inside shouting, 'Monk, you dare to disobey my warning and bring two outsiders here!

This person's tone was calm, with infinite killing intent.

Yan Qing raised his eyebrows, and secretly said that this person is so sharp, and he can know the geometry of the person just by listening to the footsteps.

The monk was a little at a loss, and hurriedly said: "This layman, it's not that the poor monk doesn't listen, it's just that these two donors have made an appointment with the abbot in advance and come here to visit today." The poor monk has been dissuaded, but he can't stop it. ‘

The man said, 'It has nothing to do with me!'

As soon as the words fell, I saw a big rotten silver gun, breaking out of the door from the meditation room, and stabbing straight at Shi Zixuan and Yan Qing.

'It's you!'

As soon as they saw this big gun, Shi Zixuan and Yan Qing reacted at the same time and hurriedly dodged its edge.

Bang!

There was a crunch.

The silver spear slashed through a milky white air current, brushing Yan Qing's back, forcing him to kill.

The green light in Yan Qing's sleeve flew out, the sword was unsheathed, and the blade of the sword pointed at the tip of the gun, and he heard a snort and hit a little spark.

Shi Zixuan pulled the monk out of the way, Yan Qing was pressed by this shot, and he was unwilling, and shouted: "Fellow Daoist, you don't have to make a move, look at me for a while!"

Yun Jian picked up the silver spear, pounced, made a sword with his fingers, danced like a dragon, and stabbed straight at the people in the meditation room.

I saw a man in silver armor standing at the door of the meditation room, wearing a grimace mask, crying and laughing.

One is the Xuanjian Immortal in the world of swords, and the other is the slaughter of thousands of people in the world.

You come and go, your posture is ethereal, and you are impermanent, even from the perspective of Shi Zixuan, you are all frightened.

In previous years, on the Feilai Peak, a small fairy gathered together, sometimes disagreeing, starting to think, and there was also a matter of fighting the law and discussing the Tao.

It's just that the immortal fighting methods are all gentle and tepid. Needless to say, Wen Dou is mostly trying to do the Tao in a formation, or practicing his heart in a phantom formation.

And martial arts fights, almost all of them are deduced fighting methods, compared with fighting magic weapons, and few people really do it.

But Yan Qing and this ghost-faced man are both self-righteous into the Tao, and they are practicing the way of killing and transformation. If you fight the Fa, either you die or I die.

The two fought for a long time, but Yan Qing relied on his Xuan swordsmanship and pointed into a sword, and gradually gained the upper hand. And this ghost-faced man, most of his martial arts are on the gun, and without that rotten silver gun, it is equivalent to pulling out the tiger teeth and gradually losing his support!

Yan Qing killed to the thriving. Haha shouted, 'Happy, happy, you're not bad at martial arts.' But a certain family is not willing to take advantage of you, so take the weapon, and we will come again!'

A sword forced the man back, and with a wave of his hand, he summoned the Imperial Sword. Without the entanglement of the psychic sword, the rotten silver spear was windless and automatic, and it hummed, and was recruited into the hand of the ghost-faced man.

This is not the magic power of a large piece of intangible matter in the world, and neither of them has escaped the ordinary. But it is the synesthesia of internal breath and spiritual objects, and over time, it has generated its own spirituality.

In ancient times, there were iron swords that accompanied the generals of a hundred battles, fought on the battlefield, and killed countless enemies.

In the quiet room at night, there are often Jin Ge iron horses, and the sound of fighting and shouting is heard.

This is the artifact channeling.

This ghost-faced man in silver armor can use the art of skill to understand the method of imperial psychic artifacts. He is also a person with transcendent talents and deep roots.

Shi Zixuan looked at this person with interest. If this person can let go of killing sins and cultivate the good Dharma, even if he cannot attain enlightenment in one lifetime. But there is also a chance to escape.

'This person's killing karma is too heavy, even if he has cultivated to the ground, realized the Tao fruit, and experienced the manifestation of the primordial spirit. When the time returns, I am afraid that I will not be able to survive the disaster. If you don't cultivate the art of life, no matter how good the root organ is. In the end, it's a vain. ‘

Shizi Xuan Weishenme gave birth to such feelings?

Did he have the idea of renunciating this man?

Of course not.

Shi Zixuan has not yet attained the real human realm, and he has not yet heard the reason why he is the self, so how can he save others if he is the unity of body and action?

I can't guarantee that people don't go to it, but they fall into it.

"I want to set up a dojo in Jingmuro Mountain, although there is a name for the demon, but after all, it is a false name. When the dojo is completed, the catastrophe will naturally come. When the time comes, it won't be as simple as a human robbery. ‘

Shi Zixuan took a fancy to this person's martial arts, and wanted to keep it by his side and be a dojo protector.

The Ghostface collected his weapon, but he didn't move for a long time.

Yan Qing frowned and said, "Why don't you do it?"

Then he heard this man say in a cold voice, 'I am not your opponent, so why fight again?'

After speaking, he stabbed the rotten silver spear into the ground, and without saying a word, he slowly took off the grimace mask on his face.

Under the mask, there is a delicate face, which does not look like a military general, but like a bachelor who reads poetry and books.

Yan Qingleng paused for a moment, looked at him carefully, and suddenly realized: "I see, you are injured!"

This person assassinated Han Hou last night, was injured by the Xuanzhu on Han Hou's body, and escaped calmly in the eight hundred gold guards, without injuring a single person. looks chic, but in fact he has suffered internal injuries, his qi and blood are empty, and his face is pale.

The man said coldly, 'If you weren't wounded, how could you be my enemy with a single shot?'

Yan Qing sighed twice, but did not make a sound.

Shi Zixuan saw that the two of them had finished fighting, so he stepped forward and saluted: 'This general, I don't know what to call it?'

This person glanced at Shi Zixuan, a hint of strange color flashed in his eyes, and said, "I recognize you, you are the person from last night." The magic power is not small, but he is a tiger and helps to abuse. ‘

He took a breath and said, 'My name is Bai Ji, and I think you've heard my name too!'

'Are you Bai Ji?, under the command of Han Hou, the Bai Ji under the command of the Seven Killing Monarchs?'

Yan Qing glanced at him in astonishment, and suddenly said in disbelief: "Aren't you a general under Han Hou, why did you assassinate Han Hou?"

looked at him with three points of suspicion and said, "Could it be that you are the person from the Taiyi Immortal Dao?"

Bai Ji glanced at him and said in a cold voice: "One is a demon who is in the company of demons and evil spirits and does all kinds of things that hurt heaven and reason. One is the remnant of the Yellow Peril, and everyone in the world will be punished. I am jealous of good men, how can I be with them?'

Shi Zixuan's heart moved, and he said, "General Bai, this is not the Hou Mansion. I'm not a doorman of the Hou Mansion. The quiet place of Buddhism is not easy to dance swords and guns. Why don't we sit down and talk, what do you think?'

Bai Ji wondered, "Oh, what do we have to say? I am now a lost dog, being chased everywhere, you have to think about it." If it had anything to do with me, it would be a big problem. ‘

Shi Zixuan smiled and said, "The poor path is a cultivator, and he does not do the troubles of ignorance. You are not a white general in my eyes, but you are just a white taboo. ‘

Bai Ji glanced at him suspiciously, but he didn't hear the deep meaning of Shizi's words.

At this time, a white-clothed monk walked out of the meditation room, which was Master Zhizhu.

'Master, are you alright?' ‘

Shi Zixuan looked at the great monk Zhizhu, who didn't seem to be injured, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Bai Ji snorted and said, "This monk has no power to restrain the chicken, and he is a bad person, I am a person who practices martial arts, and I don't do anything to bully the weak." He said that he wanted to kill people, but he was just trying to scare them. ‘

glanced at Shi Zixuan and the white-clothed monk, and said, "It seems that you can't stay here, Bai will leave here!"

After saying that, he picked up the silver spear and wanted to step out of the door.

At this time, the white-clothed monk suddenly spoke: "Master Bai, please walk slowly and listen to me." ‘

Bai Ji stopped, turned around and said: "Great monk, thank you for taking me to escape the search yesterday, this kindness, Bai Mou remembered it, and he will definitely repay it in the future." It's just that I can't stay in this monastery any longer. ‘

The white-clothed monk said: "The poor monk is not forcing you to stay, but just wants to tell you that you are seriously injured, your essence is empty, and your qi and veins are damaged.

Bai Ji's hand shook, and he almost dropped the silver spear, turned around, and said, "Great monk, what you said is true?"

The white-clothed monk said: "You are a person who practices martial arts, and you also know medical science, and you can tell whether what the poor monk said is right or not." ‘

Bai Ji was silent for a long time, and said, "Great monk, since you can see that the qi and veins around me are in chaos, dare to ask if there is a cure for it?"

A person who practices martial arts, a martial artist, is the foundation of his life, once he loses his magic skills and becomes an ordinary person, what kind of impact is this? Not to mention that Bai Ji is still a general of a hundred battles.

The white-clothed monk shook his head and said, "You have all the qi around you, but you have been injured by the magic weapon. The worldly medicinal stones can pass blood and qi and regulate the meridians, but they cannot redefine the bones and veins. The poor monk can't do anything. ‘

When Bai Ji heard this, he couldn't help but show a disappointed look on his face.

However, the poor monk knew that there was a man who could heal the white benefactor. The white-robed monk said.

'Who is it?'

Hearing this, Bai Ji hurriedly asked.

The white-clothed monk smiled and didn't answer, but his eyes looked at Shi Zixuan.

Shi Zixuan was slightly stunned, and couldn't help but be curious: "Master, how do you know that I can cure him? Even if I can really cure him, this person has nothing to do with me, so I don't need to take action." ‘

This sentence is secretly sent to God, and it is not explicitly stated.

The white-clothed monk also said in his heart: "Fellow Daoist, if you want to form a relationship with this person, isn't this the right time? ‘

'What is the pleasure of helping others, I believe that you are really a ghost.' ‘

The master snorted.

This old monk looks kind and kind, but he is not a fuel-efficient lamp. Although he does not cultivate supernatural powers, the cultivation realm is there, and he can know ordinary people but do not know it, and all things are only seen in the heart, and they are free to deduce.

This great monk can cultivate the worldly law, and he is entangled in fame and fortune and keeps his heart still. It must be a sophisticated practice.

As the saying goes, it's the old rivers and lakes!

Hand in hand?

If Shi Zixuan really believes it, he won't know that he will be killed by the pit! For mobile phone users, please go to read. )

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