Chapter 121

The monk was so fierce that Xuanshen didn't dare to attack him directly. He used his lightness skill and stepped back.

Ling hot palm series play, double palm change, as if out of thin air opened a red lotus.

Xuanshen saw that the monk was not flexible in his feet, so he frequently dodged to his side, and pointed out that the monk's vital points were empty, and his Qi was strong enough to break the air. This is the sixth level martial arts compassion of Jingye temple. On the ground of compassion, he only took people, not killed them.

However, the Vajra sect's method is old and spicy. When they raise their palms and wave their sleeves, their body protecting Qi flows and resists their finger force.

The two of them, on the one hand, were superb in body skills, on the other hand, they were well guarded. No one could help but fight against each other, and the scene became deadlocked.

Seeing that he had not been able to fight for a long time, the Lama was suddenly impatient. With one careless move, he was asked to Point Zusanli (Zusanli) in the middle right by the monk. He immediately felt that his legs were numb, his blood was not smooth, and he couldn't catch up with Xuanshen.

So the monk continued to show his benevolent fingers to seal the acupoints around the Lama.

A good monk, just listening to him recite Mandala mantra, the true Qi of body protection rises again and again. Xuanshen's finger force can no longer penetrate the invisible mask outside his body.

"The monk! If you don't stop, the Buddha will ask people to kill all those cheap chaps! "

Xuanshen's heart was tight, and he saw that the followers had drawn out the steel knife and forced the blade to the villagers' necks.

"All right! I will stop! Don't harm the innocent! "

With a fierce smile, the Lama rushed up and gave Xuanshen a hard slap. He flew his thin body far away. The monk fell to the ground and bled a few mouthfuls of blood. He could do nothing to stand up again.

Seeing the defeat of the rescuers, the villagers were immediately disappointed. Some of them howled, some of them begged for mercy, some of them glared at the bandits, and they were in the most negative situation for a while.

Monk Xuanshen was lying on the ground, surrounded by dust, watching the clouds in the blue sky, listening to the thumping sound of blood hitting his eardrum. He suddenly felt that this was good, so he explained himself to the sun, moon and stars for company.

The next moment, the evil Lama lifted Xuanshen up, sealed several important points in front of his chest, temporarily stopped the bleeding, and then pinched his limbs.

Xuanshen breathed in pain, sweating profusely.

Over there, sang Jie roared, took out a shining dagger, and rushed over. The short blade cut the monk's exposed neck like a cold electricity. However, with a dull sound, the snow-white blade slipped away like a piece of leather soaked in oil, and didn't hurt the Lama at all.

"Hum!" The monk's palm floated back to the floor. Sanjay wanted to dodge, but he couldn't make it. He was struck by the palm wind and hit his right arm. His bone broke and he fell to the ground. His face was pale with pain, and he couldn't cry.

Among the bound villagers, Zhuoma screamed like a jackdaw.

Xuanshen lowered his eyes, "he Why do we have to be like this? We are both Buddhists My son... "

"Hey, ha! Just because Buddha is happy! Monk, it's said that you bewitched these messengers. You are a taboo! " With a satisfied smile on his face, monk Fan said, "in such a big snowy area, who knows that my Wuliang Vajra sect is the orthodox Buddhism sect. You original monks talk about heresy all day long to confuse the public. Well, this group of bad people will die, and you will die even more!"

Xuanshen was in tears, and his face was sad. "It was the poor monk who hurt them!"

"I wish I knew it. Now I can go on my way safely. It's not a waste of Buddha's mercy. Come on, handcuff him and take him to Qinzhou. "

People who are pulled and prisoners who are bound by ropes, such as cattle and horses who are wearing nose rings and saddles, run for them and stir up dust. On the plateau, this has been a torture.

Xuanshen then understood why they ran into this group of people after three days. The reason is very simple. The Lama is forcing the villagers to rush.

He was carried on horseback and ran through the ups and downs. His bones were smashed and his heart was hurt. However, he picked up his spirits and scanned the villagers again. As expected, many old people were missing.

Nameless anger in his chest burning, but anger is from the pain of powerlessness, he is also powerless, powerless!

The Lama and Xuanshen rode together. At this time, Yungong rushed to open the sealed acupoints, and he was happy, but there was a whisper in his ear.

"Nanwu Great compassion, great compassion, deer edge Bodhisattva. "

"Nanwu Great compassion, great compassion, deer edge Bodhisattva. "

"I hope the Bodhisattva will pity the world..."

The Lama frowned and thought to himself, "this monk from the East is really a dead brain. The so-called noble and decent people are all such weak people Who is this deer margin Bodhisattva

He asked Xuanshen, "monk! What kind of bird Bodhisattva you are talking about is in which pseudo Sutra! "

Xuanshen's face became more and more miserable. He did not answer and recited the name of Bodhisattva.

The Lama had no fun, but he also shut up.

The sound of horse's hooves, mixed with footsteps, panting, howling, scolding, the sun scorching, the air thin, the dust all over the sky, Xuanshen slowly forgot everything, forget the pain, the mind empty, he felt himself falling.

The soul falls faster than the body.

Xuanshen came to a quiet lake. The sky of the starry night was reflected on the lake, and the wonderful thing was that there was a sun in the sky.The sun didn't shine out.

The night is able to preserve its mysterious veil.

Xuanshen was wandering on the lake, and suddenly someone called him.

"Master!"

It's a little Shami.

"This younger martial brother is very polite. Why

Benyou said, "elder martial brother, don't you know where you are?"

Xuanshen saw that the monk's face was expressionless, and he didn't seem to be a kind person. He immediately felt sad and thought, "is it true that I have come to reincarnation? This little monk took me to reincarnation. I pity those villagers, but I didn't save one... "

When Ben saw that he was in tears, he said that he was too excited. He didn't think that Xuanshen said, "please take me to see the king of hell."

“……”

Here, the Lama has brought a group of captives to Qinzhou City and asked the city leader to call all the people. He stood on the high platform and told the people about the evil deeds of the heretics who disobeyed the Buddha, which immediately aroused people's indignation. The believers wanted to throw the stones to death.

When the real crowd surges like a tide, there is a sudden thunder.

"Here is Shaolin! Who dares to hurt my Buddhists! "

They were shocked. Looking back, they saw a group of muscular bald monks standing on the high wall of Qinzhou. The first one was full of gold, holding a long stick, like the Buddha statue in the temple, awe inspiring and inviolable.

All the monks on the wall chanted the Buddha's name together, "Amitabha!" The sound is like an ancient clock, shaking endlessly.

The Lama was surprised but not flustered. It turned out that his King Kong sect had a residence in Qinzhou. It's OK that these monks had come to rob the Dharma hall quietly. With this cry, a group of red robed monks with chicken crowns and hats came out.

A Lama in Ming King's Dharma suit, carrying a blue eyed ghost knife, answered the battle in a loud voice, "King Kong, king of Ming, qiongda sulang town pass! Those who come will die

I saw him leap tens of feet in a vertical jump, like shrinking the ground into an inch, which is the sixth level martial arts shenzutong. This kind of mediocre kungfu is also extraordinarily refined when it comes to qiongda sulang. Its speed is not inferior to those famous four level lightness skills.

The monks in the Central Plains did not dare to despise the Ming king of esoteric school when they saw that he was coming. Zen master Zini and the other three Shaolin elders dodged against qiongda sulang.

The rest of the monks rushed into the crowd and rushed to the high platform of the Dharma hall, but they were stopped by the rest of the monks.

That Qiong Da Su Lang is surrounded by four masters, only a cold smile, wave a knife to chop.

Zini used Weituo's magic wand. He was vigorous and powerful. When he attacked the ghost knife, there were sparks flashing.

The other three rushed to attack qiongda sulang's whole body. They waved their three sticks like crazy, but they were merciless!

The Ming king of the secret school, seeing that his son's evil deeds were restrained, was afraid that he would not be able to defeat the enemy for a moment. However, the other three were ruthless and would lose if they kept them for a long time.

One of the eminent monks was knowledgeable and said, "be careful! It's going to be hard work! "

Before his words were heard, jonda sulang gave a loud drink.

"Ho!"

It was the Buddhist six character mantra. As soon as Fang uttered the mantra, his whole body was burning with golden light, and there was boundless blessing. The four eminent monks only felt that qiongda sulang in front of them suddenly incarnated into the red faced green mouth, three eyes and eight arms Angry God King. With one knife, he fell to the ground like Jiutian waterfall, unstoppable.

This is the second level martial arts of Vajra sect - liushenwei sword!

The situation is urgent. Zen master Zini rushes forward, and a golden bell appears all around him. When the big knife cuts, the big bell vibrates and rings.

Secret five steps: golden bell cover!