Chapter 890

As the night grew deeper and deeper, the noise around the temple gradually dissipated, and all the peddlers closed their doors and turned off their business, and the lights suddenly dimmed.

Even in Benyuan temple, in addition to a few long-standing lights, only one candle in Luocha Sutra hall is still on.

"It seems that the spirit is still good after all these years." Wang Yong gave a smile, then picked up the bought Changxiao and stood in the forest to play.

In the bleak night, the leaves in the forest make a sound of clatter, which resonates with Wang Yong's sound.

The low sound of Xiao has a strong sense of separation, like a woman's complaint, like a girl's raving in the moonlight.

A little bit, a little bit, a little bit, came out of the wind and went across the wall into the Sutra hall.

The female monk in the Sutra hall was doing an evening class when she was suddenly awakened by the sudden sound.

She opened her eyes and looked out of the wall. Her eyes were gradually blurred, as if attracted by the rustle.

Suddenly, the rustle outside the wall suddenly rises a tone. The former seems to be the soft chant of the wind, and now it has become a resounding cold spring.

Gurgling into the hearts of the people, in this summer night, still can not help but produce a sense of shock.

The female monk only felt that there were flakes of snow dancing in front of her eyes and falling into the air. When she was blown by the wind, it was like a sea wave, rippling with large pieces of snow-white powder and breaking.

"Who can play the tune? It's a pity." The female monk murmured to herself.

Originally, I didn't plan to listen any more and wanted to continue to do evening class.

But when she was about to give up, Xiao Sheng changed again.

In the melody of you yuan, the sound of Jin Ge's killing and cutting suddenly rises, and the clank of iron cavalry comes with the sound of Xiao. It's also cold, but it's killing cold; It's the same wind, but it's bloody.

It seems that the foreshadowing of resentment is for the turning point here.

The female monk seems to see a Hua Mulan who joined the army for her father and resolutely put on her military uniform to fight on the battlefield. The cold clothes of iron armour, the golden and iron horses, full of the scene of cold and killing.

The female monk didn't know which chord she had been touched. Her eyes became hazy, as if she had fallen into the past.

It took a long time for this piece of music to fall down. At the end, it was a faint sound, like the wind whirling around the eaves.

The skill of playing the whole piece may not be very good, but the true meaning is moving.

At that time, the female monk remembered the sentence in a famous Chinese article "Ode to red cliff": its voice was whining, such as resentment, such as admiration, such as crying, such as complaint, and its lingering sound was endless. Dancing in the valley, weeping in the boat.

This Xiaosheng can be called this.

Slowly back to God, the female monk shook her head and stood up. Today, I'm in no mood for evening class. I'd better go to bed.

Can just walk a step, suddenly ugliness of the face appear panic of color.

"This is my life! The girl's mood in the former period, the killing in the middle period, and the ancient Buddha in the latter period. What happened to me? Who am I? Who is the player? "

With this thought in her heart, the female monk could not calm down any more.

Hesitating again and again, he suddenly walked out of the Sutra hall, jumped out of the temple wall and followed the direction of Xiao Sheng.

Then she saw a white man in the forest with a Prajna mask and a Changxiao in his forehand.

"Who are you?" Asked the female monk warily.

When Wang Yong saw that the female monk came out, he couldn't help laughing: "it doesn't matter who I am. The key is that I know who you are."

"No way!" The female monk's expression changed and she was shocked.

"What's impossible? The head of the ten most powerful Luocha women, the tied Luocha woman, actually hid in the temple as a monk. If it's spread out, I'm afraid I'll laugh off the big teeth of the killer world. " Wang Yongdao.

As soon as she said this, she saw that the female monk's expression became very wonderful. Instead of retreating, she quietly took two steps up. At this time, she was only ten meters away from Wang Yong.

If she wants to, she can strike hard and kill Wang Yongge in her hand.

Wang Yong saw the female monk's action, but he didn't like it. He continued to expose the female monk's background and said, "the ten Luocha women were the most famous killer team in Asia in the past. The person in charge trained ten female killers according to the allusions of the ten Luocha in fahua. The code name is the name of the ten Luocha female in the Buddhist sutra. And you, the leading tie Luocha woman, have always been holding a sword and a sutra in one hand. You are the most powerful one among the ten women. Unfortunately, she offended the United States by participating in a coup in a small local country. He was surrounded by the elite of the United States in the jungle of the country, and finally nine people died in the war, leaving only the leading jiejie Luocha girl to escape and not know where to end up. "

Wang Yong is telling the story of a female monk just like a family treasure.

Every time she said a word, the expression on the female monk's face changed.

In the end, the female monk's face was very ugly. Her eyes projected a sense of killing. She was dressed in a monk's robe and was hunting in the wind. It was obvious that she had already killed Wang Yong.

Wang Yong didn't feel the intention of killing at all. He said, "but I'm surprised. It's said that all the ten Luocha women are charming and charming. When they perform their tasks, they seduce their opponents with their beauty and then take the opportunity to kill them. You look like you don't agree with the rumor, do you? Or did the encirclement and killing of the US Army disfigure you? "

Jiejie Luocha girl smiles coldly, suddenly raises her hand and rubs it on her face. The scars on her face fall off one after another, revealing a beautiful face.

It turned out that her ugly face was disguised.

"Well, that's the story." Wang Yong nodded, as if very satisfied.

At this time, jietie Luocha woman had recognized Wang Yong, the photographer who broke into the Sutra hall during the day.

No wonder Wang Yong tried to use the allusions of Shi Luocha many times. He had been suspicious of her identity for a long time.

She worked hard to live in seclusion in Benyuan temple. Although her life was hard, she was also stable. However, he was determined not to be destroyed by Wang Yong.

"Originally, I had converted to Buddhism. But today I have to kill. If you want to blame me, I can only blame you for knowing too much! "

Tie Luo Cha female said, suddenly step forward. This step, just like the Luocha recorded in the Buddhist scriptures, was as fast as the wind, and immediately came to Wang Yong.

Bang!

Tie Luocha woman hit Wang Yong's head, but she didn't want to keep her hand and was ready to kill him.

Wang Yong chuckled. He did not dodge. He stood there and stretched out his hand.

The secret power of the palm will dispel the boxing power of Luocha girl.

"I'm still a dark master! No wonder so arrogant! It's just, so what? You're still going to die today Tie Luo Cha female says, the tone is full of killing intention.

She doesn't want to know the origin of Wang Yong any more, just kill him.

"There are too many people who want me to die. You may have to line up." Wang Yong joked and suddenly made progress.

Just listen to the air burst out a sound explosion, Wang Yong boxing front with a terrible momentum straight to tie Luocha female body.

Tie the body of the woman in Luocha, and it's as fast as the wind.

In the twinkling of an eye, he reached the side of Wang Yong's body and grabbed his five fingers at Wang Yong's throat.

This grasp was silent, but Wang Yong suddenly felt surprised. Don't think much, immediately dark strength surging, crazy spray out.

Poof!

Wang Yong and jietie Luocha girl's fists collided with each other, making a dull sound.

Then the two stepped back at the same time.

Wang Yong's eyes showed a touch of surprise, but more surprise.

Because he felt a familiar breath from the boxing meaning of tie Luocha girl!

The Yin Qi contained in the fortune flood stove!

"Say it! Where is the furnace of fortune? " Wang Yong's momentum suddenly improved. If he was just a hyena before, now he has become a lion.

The smell of terror filled the air, which made the girls in Luocha feel a sense of fear.

"What a powerful breath! What's the origin of this man? No, the best way is to leave! " Jiejie Luocha girl thought Wang Yong was a soft persimmon, so she could be crushed to death.

I didn't expect to get into trouble with a real monster. Just look at Wang Yong's breath, she is no match.

If you go on fighting, you will either die or be captured alive. When will it be better not to run?

Tie Luo Cha female empty shake a fist, suddenly return body to escape.

She used to be good at lightness skill, and she didn't know where to learn her footwork. She ran fast, like wind and thunder.

With a roar, the figure of the tied Luocha girl was several meters away.

Wang Yong wants to pursue, but it is difficult.

"No wonder we can escape the encirclement and suppression of the US Army with such lightness skill." But Wang Yong didn't even move. Instead, he stood in the same place and sighed.

And jietie Luocha women's speed to the extreme, in the blink of an eye to pull out more than ten positions of Wang Yong.

This distance, Wang Yong is absolutely impossible to catch up.

The girl of jiejie Luocha was relieved, but she didn't dare to be careless. Her speed was still at the peak, just like the wind blowing, and she flew over the wall of Benyuan temple and ran to the Sutra hall.

There are still some important things that she has to get back.

Only then did she enter the Sutra hall. Suddenly, the Luocha girl's sweat and hair stood up, and a cool feeling rose from her back spine.

"No!" The Luocha girl yelled and turned to run outside the Sutra hall.

Unfortunately, it's too late.

Just listen to the repeated sound of daddada bullets, a fire will devour the Sutra hall, the dense rain of bullets woven into a fire net near the Sutra hall, locked every corner of Luocha woman's escape.

At the same time, beams of aiming laser beam into the auditorium, like a chain of soul.

"With such fierce fire, it can't be the Oriental police! Who is it? Well, this bullet, m16a2 Sam! This is a precision shooter rifle of the US team, with the ability of precision sniping. It's the U.S. Army on the island! How could they know I was hiding here? " Luocha woman picked up a bullet case and her face changed greatly.

If she is surrounded by the Oriental police or the Oriental army, she may still have a fight.

But there is not much hope for US troops stationed on the island. When the U.S. Army surrounded and killed their ten sisters before, it was with advanced weapons that they occupied the overall advantage, and finally only she escaped.

It can be imagined that at this time, there must be many powerful weapons set up outside. As long as the situation is not right, the US military will raze the Sutra hall to the ground.

The U.S. military is not from the East. They don't care that xibenyuan temple is a famous cultural site in the East. For the U.S. military, the value of a bound Luocha woman far exceeds that of the whole Benyuan temple!