Chapter 52： Iron sleeves! The eminent monk crosses the truth!

Chapter 52 Tie Xiu Gong! The eminent monk crosses the truth!

Zhao Qing had invited Su Changkong to join their sect before, but he was unwilling to tell the name of the sect. Su Changkong refused, Zhao Qing became ill-willed and ambush Su Changkong, but was killed by Su Changkong instead.

On Zhao Qing, Su Changkong got an identity token engraved with a black lotus flower.

And this group of monks, according to these arrests, should be members of the Black Lotus Sect!

"Is Zhao Qing also a member of the Black Lotus Sect?" Su Changkong secretly asked.

Black Lotus Sect, very unusual!

Zhao Qing, a martial artist in the realm of divine power, is one of them, and the old monk Duzhen is here to promote his beliefs and fool the public, but as a result, even the local government dare not control it. It can be seen that this black lotus religion is terrifying!

The young man Chakuai also had some weakness on his face. Now, in the vicinity of Qingshui City, the Black Lotus Sect has appeared. Relying on the so-called holy water that can cure all diseases, and some methods that can bring people back to life, they quickly obtained a Massive support.

In front of this situation, the young man Chau Kuai felt that he dared to go up and say that this dude is really a liar, for fear that he would be drowned by other fanatical people, he could only sigh and stand in place without saying a word.

"The Dayan Dynasty... It's really an internal and external trouble!"

Su Changkong sighed a little. Within the boundaries of Qingshui City alone, there were bandits raging, and a cult such as the Black Lotus Sect had emerged. No matter how you looked at it, it looked like a troubled world was coming!

And before, someone poisoned the water source of the Black Iron Villa, and there was an outbreak of disease in the Qingshui City boundary. Is it related to the Black Lotus Sect? If so...that's really scary!

While Su Changkong was thinking about it, Duzhen, an old monk in black on the stage, dipped a willow branch on the "holy water" in a clean bottle, shook the willow branch, and a drop of crystal water was flying, causing many people in the audience to go crazy and hold high The hands and the utensils in their hands want to catch this precious "holy water".

The scene is very frenetic and chaotic, and Duzhen is worshipped like a god.

"You... what are you squeezing?"

"Damn don't push me!"

At this time, there were riots in the crowd, one person inserted forcefully into the crowd, and a group of people were squeezed to the side.

"Old thief bald! Pretend to be a ghost! Do all evil! Let's see if your head is as hard as mine today!"

The hoarse voice exploded, full of anger and murderous intent that reached its peak, a man dressed in gray with a black scarf on his face squeezed out of the crowd, with a knife on his waist, murderous.

"Who is he? If you want to do something to Master Du Zhen, aren't you afraid of being punished?"

The originally frenetic and chaotic scene could not help but go silent.

The old monk Duzhen did not panic when he suddenly encountered such a change.

In the face of the murderous man in gray, Du Zhen said cheerfully: "Why is this donor so angry? My Buddha is merciful, any troubles and poor monks can be crossed for you!"

"Chaodu? Lao Tzu will Chaodu today, you old thief bald!"

But the man in grey seemed to have a great hatred with Du Zhen, he roared furiously, his eyes were red, he suddenly pulled out the long knife around his waist and rushed towards Du Zhen.

"Presumptuous!"

Duzhen clasped his hands together and did not move, but the other monks in black shouted, each grabbed a long stick and intercepted the man in gray.

"Clang clang clang!"

The man in gray is quite good at martial arts. The sword is like the wind, dragging the afterimages. And all those monks have martial arts skills, and they cooperate with each other tacitly. The long knives collided, making a 'ping ping pong pong' sound.

The two sides fought, and several people besieged one man in gray. The fight was so hard that the gongs, drums and porcelain bottles on the stage were all overturned!

The crowd of onlookers couldn't help but back away for a certain distance, all of them watching the excitement, one was Duzhen who was omnipotent in their eyes, and the other was a masked gray-clothed man who looked very fierce.

"he is…"

While Su Changkong looked at the two sides fighting on the stage, his eyes moved.

On the stage, the man in gray had a sharp knife, but there were many monks in black, and they cooperated tacitly. Break out of their block.

"Go away!"

This made the man in gray furious, he was running his true energy, the long knife in his hand buzzed, and there was a red fire shining on it, exuding a scorching edge!

"Chichichi!"

The man in gray, under the full outburst of his running infuriating energy, surged in combat power and slashed with long swords, causing a monk to exclaim, his wooden stick was broken, several wounds were added to his body, and he was almost cut open!

"He's Yan Song..." Su Changkong, who was in the audience, saw this scene and confirmed his guess. Su Changkong had seen the swordsmanship and internal skills of this masked gray-clothed man, it was Yan Song!

This made Su Changkong puzzled. According to his understanding of Yan Song, Yan Song was cautious and should not be so impulsive, but at this time, he was so furious that he was going to kill this old monk while covering his face. real.

"Bald thief! Take your life!"

When Su Changkong was puzzled, Yan Song burst out with infuriating energy, broke through the block, slaughtered Xiang Duzhen, slashed the head with a knife, and did not hold back at all!

"Stubborn!"

But Du Zhen sighed, the large sleeve of his left hand was rolled up, and the sleeve of the cassock seemed to be as hard as iron, and a huge force burst out.

"Clang!"

In the crisp sound of gold and iron, Yan Song only felt a sharp pain in the tiger's mouth holding the knife, he could barely hold the knife, and the small half of his body lost consciousness!

The real power of this crossing is terrible, at least in the realm of divine power, and has a good level of internal strength!

"not good!"

What made Yan Song's pupils shrink even more was Du Zhen. At the same time, the bombardment of the left palm piercing the cloud and cracking mist came, but Yan Song, who paralyzed half of his body, couldn't avoid it.

"boom!"

This palm slammed firmly on Yan Song's chest, and Yan Song spurted a large mouthful of blood, making the black veil darker, and the whole body was hit like a sandbag and flew a couple of feet away. Falling from the high platform, he almost fainted on the spot.

"Go... go!"

Yan Song stood up and squeezed into the crowd. In order to avoid trouble, all the people along the way hurriedly avoided and let Yan Song flee towards the outside of Caishen Town.

With a relaxed palm, Yan Song was seriously injured and fled, Du Zhen sighed and said: "This donor seems to have some misunderstanding about the poor monk, the poor monk accidentally injured him, you need to follow up and help him treat the injury. If his life is in danger, it is the sin of the poor monk! Amitabha!"

"Master is really compassionate and compassionate, repaying grievances with virtue!"

Many residents sighed and respected Du Zhen's broad-mindedness. The gray-clothed masked man attacked and killed Du Zhen. Not only was Du Zhen not annoyed, but he was also worried that his attack would be too serious and the opponent's life would be hurt! As expected of an eminent monk!

(end of this chapter)