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Looking at Wang Renze, who was rolling on the ground covered in blood, Diao Xiaosi really experienced the feeling of being a master.

Monk Jueyuan's opponent is not an ordinary crooked melon and sour date, but a genuine master of the three major passages and secluded realms. In particular, the two monks of perseverance and firmness are the personal disciples of Master Dongding, and the leaders of the second generation of Emei Ci'en Temple, are almost comparable to the cultivation of Jianyong monks......

Thinking of the tragic past when he was beaten by Monk Jianyong and had no power to fight back, Diao Xiaosi even had a sense of pleasure in raising his eyebrows.

Before he made a move, Monk Jueyuan relied on a dynamic infinity charm to fight three of them one by one, killing all sides majestically. If the little fourth master goes out in person, it will not be easy to push over - the height is unbearable, and the feeling of invincibility is loneliness.

He was boasting to himself, and the stoic monk and the firm monk each sacrificed a Buddha treasure, and the star energy around the body of the monk Jueyuan was opened, and Wang Renze was rescued from under the monk's stick.

Bao Tianqiu over there saw that Wang Ren was out of danger, and shouted in his heart: "Kill, avenge the general!"

The military order fell like a mountain, and thousands of Zheng soldiers brandished swords and guns like a tide to besiege the Daxiong Treasure Hall from all directions.

Diao Xiaosi was furious - how can this be, there is a guy in the world who is more immoral than Lao Tzu?

But thousands of Zheng soldiers rushed up in a swarm, and he was really a little difficult to deal with. Thinking about the fate of the old thief of Jinding who was struck by lightning, Diao Xiaosi didn't want to lose his life.

Fortunately, at this time, the morale of the monks in the Daxiong Treasure Hall was high, and they rushed out fearlessly, and fought hand-to-hand with Zheng Jun, preventing them from taking a step beyond the thunder pool.

Diao Xiaosi was annoyed, took out a thick stack of Dao talismans from the dragon belt, handed it to Master Zhicao, and said, "Distribute it, bang his grandma!"

These talismans were all accumulated by him in the past, because the grade was low, and now they were almost no longer used, and they were almost rotten when pressed into the belt of the dragon, and now they were just being reused.

Master Zhicao was overjoyed, and hurriedly distributed the Dao talisman in his hand to the monks, and even the abbot master got a few.

"Boom, boom, boom......" The smoke of gunpowder rolled around the Daxiong Treasure Hall and the flames soared into the sky, and huge waves of qi rose everywhere, causing countless Zheng Jun's limbs to fly sideways, crying and shouting at his mother, and the formation was in chaos.

The abbot master held the talisman in his hand and didn't know how to use it, so he learned that a little monk took out the fire fold and lit it tremblingly, and hurriedly threw it out, and before it exploded, he taught a gust of wind to blow back.

Diao Xiaosi happened to be standing next to the old monk, and when he saw this, he was startled and hurriedly jumped away, seeing that the Dao talisman turned a corner from the top of his head and floated to the east, just falling in a small group of Zheng Jun and exploding.

A black wind blade burst out of the light, and in response, seven or eight Zheng Jun were beaten into a hornet's nest, and they fell to the ground screaming and rolling in pain.

The abbot master showed an unbearable look on his face, and recited the Buddha in a loud voice: "Amitabha, sin, sin ......" while saying as he lit the second talisman and shook it out with all his strength.

Diao Xiaosi was impressed, and immediately generously took out a few more Dao talismans from the belt of the dragon and gave them to the abbot master and said, "Old monk, if you are not afraid of heinous crimes, you can play slowly." ”

Master Abbot is compassionate and compassionate: "Good and good, how can the old man create and kill again?" He handed the Dao talisman to Bai Wufang and said: "Remember to throw it in a crowded place, don't waste it." ”

After throwing down such a few rounds of Dao talismans, Zheng Jun was killed and injured hundreds of corpses that fell to the ground, and he could only retreat.

The monks were high-spirited, taking advantage of the gap in the fierce battle to hula and rush up to Diao Xiao, dozens of hands stretched out in unison, staring at him silently with expectant eyes.

Diao Xiaosi was stunned, and hurriedly covered his belt and said, "Which of you dares to rob my things, Lao Tzu is playing with him!"

Suddenly, outside the Shaolin Temple, there was a shout of shaking the mountains, the banner was unfurled, and the Tang army surrounded the Zheng Corps, which was like a bamboo.

The monks of Shaolin Temple cheered, leaving Diao Xiaosi and Tang Jun to return to kill Zheng Bing, who was in chaos.

Diao Xiaosi looked at the empty surroundings in an instant, and sighed, "This monk's face has become too fast, right?"

Master Abbot smiled slightly beside him and said, "If Gongzi wants to be a monk, it will be very easy. A bright razor slowly shone out of his cuffs, and his eyes stared at the top of Diao Xiaosi's head.

Diao Xiaosi glared and said, "Old monk, don't mess around, I still have a wife who hasn't given birth to a son!"

In a few words, the situation on the battlefield has undergone earth-shaking changes, under the attack of the Shaolin monks and the Tang army, the Zheng soldiers fled in all directions, and were harvested like wheat.

Wang Ren was lying half-dead on the big white horse, desperately breaking through under the protection of a group of long-term followers and personal soldiers, and was head-on with the Xuanjia Iron Cavalry personally led by Li Shimin.

Wang Ren ran away with a cold scalp, but no matter how he drilled around, the encirclement around him became smaller and smaller, and his subordinates fought less and less, like a headless fly, he circled around the Shaolin Temple like a headless fly, and he couldn't escape. As for the monks of Emei Ci'en Temple and Bao Tianqiu and others, they had already fallen and scattered, and they ran away in the chaotic army.

Wang Ren saw that the mountains and rivers were exhausted, so he ruthlessly abandoned his subordinates, and forced Zhenyuan to suppress the injury and rise from the big white horse, preparing to break out of the encirclement against the wind.

Unexpectedly, his body had just been lifted from the saddle, and he suddenly felt the dazzling scenery above his head, a bronze giant sword was slashed off his head violently, and the sharp edge on the blade swooped out, shooting out like a sharp arrow, it was a big thunder sword talisman thrown by Bai Wufang.

If he wasn't injured, Wang Ren might be able to carry it down, but at this moment, he was already cold and had no fighting spirit, and hurriedly shouted: "Save me!"

When the few remaining Chang Sui and a group of personal soldiers heard Wang Renze's shout, instead of risking their lives to step forward, they were so frightened that they avoided from afar. What glory and wealth, what military orders are as big as a mountain, all of them are not as valuable as their own lives at this moment.

Wang Ren was so angry that he scolded: "Waste, coward!" forcibly slashed out with a sword.

"Keng!" Wang Renze's body shook violently, and the fairy sword in his hand was brittle and broken into two.

The bronze giant sword was even more imposing, and Wang Ren was in severe pain all over his body, and his breath and blood were blocked in his chest and there was nowhere to vent, desperately flying in the air to dodge.

"Bang!" The sword flashed, Wang Renze's right arm was cut off by the bronze giant sword, and he screamed loudly and fell to the ground.

Before they could stand up, Bai Wuflawless and Monk Jueyuan both killed, and fell on Wang Renze's back with a knife and a stick.

Wang Renze's body fluttered weakly twice, and a pool of red blood slowly dispersed, and there was no more sound.

Monk Jueyuan's strong hand couldn't help but burst into tears, and a wave of anger in his chest turned into an agitated howl.

When he was forgetting his feelings, Bai Wufang shouted in a coquettish voice: "Be careful!" Holding Monk Jueyuan and rolling on the spot, a cold arrow flew towards the two of them.

Monk Jueyuan found that the jade body under him was soft and hot, and he was pressing Bai Wufang to the ground, so he hurriedly jumped up in embarrassment, and threw the monk stick in his hand to smash the guy who put the cold arrow into ten thousand peach blossoms.

The star qi around him had gradually been exhausted, and his cultivation had fallen back to a normal level, but he was still at ease with the surrounding Zheng Jun, so he and Bai Wufang rushed side by side like a tiger entering a flock.

Seeing that the commander was killed, the remnants of the Zheng army surrendered one after another, and a few of the stubborn ones happened to be used as a punching bag by the monks of Shaolin Temple, and only less than two or three hundred people escaped for their lives.

However, when they fled back to the city of Yuzhou, they were surprised to find that the city had changed the banner of the king.

It turned out that Wang Renze had just sent troops from Yuzhou, and Li Shimin got a tip from the city, and immediately contacted the generals in the city who had reversed the strategy a few days ago, and easily captured Wang Renze's lair.

Li Shimin commanded 3,000 Xuanjia iron horsemen to aid Shaolin Temple, and completely removed the last nail blocking the road to Luoyang in the east.

He saw that the overall situation had been decided, so he turned over and got off the BMW and walked to the mountain gate of Shaolin Temple surrounded by Hou Junji and Qiu Xinggong and other generals.

The abbot master of Shaolin Temple led the monks out of the temple, and lowered his eyebrows and recited the Buddha's horn: "Good, good, thank you His Royal Highness King Qin for not being afraid of hard work, not avoiding arrows, and personally leading the army to relieve my siege of Shaolin." ”

Li Shimin's face was full of spring breeze, and he said loudly: "The master doesn't have to be polite, if it weren't for the help of the gods and monks that day, the people of the world would have already returned to Huangquan." ”

Everyone exchanged a few words of greeting, and then entered the temple hand in hand. Seeing the tragic situation of corpses everywhere outside the Daxiong Treasure Hall, Li Shimin smiled and blamed himself: "Xiao Wang is still half a step late. ”

The monks couldn't help but be very heartbroken when they saw that Li Shimin not only did not take credit, but frequently expressed his feelings of apology, and Wang Renze's domineering, violent and ferocious was simply one heaven and one underground.

Li Shimin came to the Daxiong Treasure Hall and worshiped the body of Master Shanhu, and his eyes were red and said: "It was Xiao Wang who harmed the master!"

Bai Wufang knelt beside his father's body and choked up: "No, I don't blame His Royal Highness King Qin. You are the life-saving benefactor of our Shaolin Temple, but it's a pity that my father couldn't see Wang Renze's dog thief beheaded. ”

Master Zhicao whispered a few words beside Li Shimin, briefly explaining Bai Wufang's life experience.

Li Shimin raised his eyebrows and exclaimed: "The girl is really a gatekeeper, so that we men are ashamed of ourselves." Ling Zun's posthumous affairs Xiao Wang has to handle it personally, if the girl has any requirements, just tell me. ”

Bai Wufang secretly glanced at Monk Jueyuan, his pretty face turned red and he hurriedly lowered his head, tears rolled in his eyes, and he shook his head and said, "Wang Ren has been killed by me and Senior Brother Jueyuan, and there is no regret about his father's revenge." ”

At this time, Diao Xiaosi quietly hid in the back hall of the Daxiong Treasure Hall alone, looking at the sky outside from time to time, for fear that the clouds would roll abnormally and suddenly a thunderbolt would fall down.

Although he didn't take action himself, those Dao talismans really killed a lot of Zheng soldiers; fortunately, he didn't lose it himself, can God open the net, and he didn't see it when he opened his eyes and closed his eyes.

Thinking about Li Shimin's graceful acceptance of the worship and gratitude of the monks of Shaolin Temple, but he, the hero behind the scenes, had to hide in the Daxiong Treasure Hall with fear, relying on the blessing of a mud Bodhisattva statue behind him, he felt a little more down-to-earth in his heart, and couldn't help but be depressed to the extreme.

It's obvious that Lao Tzu has done good deeds, how can he feel more weak than being a thief?

Diao Xiaosi pondered and meditated, and finally deeply reflected on the root of the problem-

It turns out that this is the life of being a scoundrel.

He couldn't help but be dissatisfied and muttered: "Niang Xipi, it's not that Lao Tzu likes to be a scoundrel, and he doesn't have a father's help!"