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Qin Zhe sighed and said, "Old master, do you have any other pointers?"

Monk Chu Yun sighed again as he shook his head repeatedly. In the past few days, Qin Zhao had never seen him so depressed. It was obvious that he had something difficult to part with.

"This [Four-Pole Bloody Light] is extremely difficult to attack. Although it will be broken eventually, it will take a lot of time and will absorb all the enemy's main force. It is nothing suspicious …" At that time, Almsgiver Qin has eight people in total. Take off the silver bag under the altar and carry it on your back.

At this point, the old monk recited "Amitabha" and continued, "On your way there, you will be in danger. However, you will be saved at the risk of your life. Each of you is wearing a white shirt, carrying a stretcher on your back. As you walk, you are carrying a long snake — this industry also has a famous name, called 'White Snake Ouroboros'. Amitabha, the old monk repeatedly gave advice and repeatedly revealed his Heaven's Secrets. According to the Buddhist law, this was already considered a sin that could not be forgiven. However, he was willing to break the heavenly laws just for a small amount of worldly wisdom … But why? "Why..." As he spoke, the old monk could not help but proclaim his name.

Qin Zhe saw that the monk's words were true and sincere. He was extremely grateful and quickly fell to the ground, kowtowing to the monk.

"My old master has righteously given me pointers. I will fulfill my mission, become a hound in the future, and I will repay you for your kindness …" Qin Zhao said.

The monk sighed and said, "Almsgiver's words are too harsh."

As he spoke, he personally supported the other party up.

"Come come come …" We'll sit in the room. "

After sitting down, the old monk drew a road map under the lamp and imparted Qin Zizi many opportunities. After a while, he suddenly smiled bitterly with a regretful expression on his face.

Qin Zhao was shocked. "Eldest Master, could it be that you have another difficult problem …?" "What?"

Monk Chu Yun said hesitantly, "Benefactor Qin, how could you have known that this old monk could not help but instruct you in such a manner? It's like crossing a river in a river in a river made out of mud. I can't save myself …"

Qin Zhao was alarmed. "What? Eldest Master has such a godly skill, yet his foresight is like that of a god. He actually …"

The monk smiled bitterly and said, "This is the so-called 'there is someone better than you, there is a sky above the sky'. You can't help me with this matter. Benefactor Qin, please go and do what you need to do."

Qin Zhao thought about it and confirmed that this was indeed the case. He had a heavy responsibility, and from then on, there were only more than two hours until the ugly moment. He had many urgent matters to take care of, so he immediately turned around and walked out.

"Hold on!" The old monk stopped him and said, "After you choose the four Bravehearts, bring them to see me immediately. If you are late, I'm afraid it will be too late."

Qin Zhao agreed before bowing and taking his leave.

The old monk then stood up and lit an incense stick in front of the Buddha. After the service, he returned to his praying mat and sat down.

Within the guest quarters, there was actually such a place for him to pay his respects to Buddha. It was truly rare and precious.

After about half an incense's time, Thousand-Hands Divine Catcher, Qin Zhe, had already led four experts in.

The old monk allowed each of them to approach him. He intentionally brought the lamp in front of them closer, carefully observing their faces one by one.

In the lamplight grandma's figure, the old monk looked around one by one. Although the four of them appeared to be in their prime, each of them had the prestige of a tyrant. However, the old monk had a unique insight and was quite knowledgeable.

The place he was paying attention to was each of the four people in the Heavenly Court, the so-called "Imprint Hall". He could vaguely see four shadows coiling around it, which was the "Dark Cloud Cover".

When the old monk saw this, his benevolent eyes slightly closed as he softly chanted the Buddhist prayer. He thought of the four people before him who would die eventually, and how righteous they were. For a moment, his tears were blurry and he almost couldn't hold it in and was about to drip down.

After a moment of calmness, he opened his eyes again, looked at the four people in front of him, and said, "The place where the four young masters are stationed is dangerous, and the enemy is not easy to break in. This old monk has four emergency saber techniques, the name of which is' Four Killing Consecutive Sabers Formation '. Once unleashed, they resonate with each other from afar, but their ferocity is unstoppable. Allow this old monk to pass them on to you one by one … "

It was difficult to say a few words because he knew that the four of them had to die to build up their momentum, but he had to do something against their will.

He predicted that Qin Zhe, for the sake of the overall situation, might not have told the other four the truth.

An ant being greedy for life, how about humans?

As a matter of fact, it was hard to say whether or not the four of them still had the will to fight.

Then, Monk Chu Yun took out his steel blade and took a bite, and each of them taught their two hands the technique. Then, Monk Chu Yun took out his steel blade and took a bite, and each of them taught their two hands the technique, and in desperation, they did not say anything.

The strange thing about the old monk was that when they were performing sabresmanship techniques, they had to sit still and not stand up. Moreover, it was only a two-handed sabresmanship that they had to perform over and over again.

The four young constables each had a foundation in martial arts. It wasn't that their two handed blade techniques were difficult to master, but once they learned it, they would be able to master it.

Monk Chu Yun looked at them once and felt satisfied, so he told them to stop.

Just as the four young constables were about to leave, the old monk suddenly called them back and asked for their names. They were Li Li, Wang Da Yuan, Guan Yunqi, and Hong Zhao Nan.

After the fourth constable left, the old monk specially instructed Qin Zhe to make clear the names of the four people, date of birth, and so on. He wrote them down on a disc in order to bring them back to the Cloud Temple for ranking.

When everything was ready, it was already midnight.

Seeing that the time was not far, the old monk sat cross-legged in the buddhist hall. After all, decades of understanding was not the same.

Tonight, the old monk did not mean to study the Buddha, but to predict the future of his future tribulation.

However, in the darkness, there seemed to be a power interfering with him, making it impossible for him to communicate clearly.

Suddenly, with a sigh, he opened his eyes and grabbed the chess piece beside him. He shook the chess piece in his hand. "As it went, the black and white pieces spun in front of his eyes, but one of them slid out of his hand and kept spinning.

The monk was shocked. He suddenly pressed down the chess piece and muttered a Buddhist prayer, "Amitabha, who is this master that entered the forbidden area at night? Could it be that he is looking for old monk?"

When the voice stopped, a person next to the ears sneered coldly and said, "I was wondering who it was. With the guts, it's because an old monk like you is in charge here. No wonder."

Monk Chu Yun laughed: "Who are you? Why didn't you come forward to meet me? "

That person said, "Aren't you, Monk, a prophet of the mortal world? Why didn't you notice this old man's arrival? "

Both sides replied with the strange sound transmission technique. As a result, aside from the people involved, no one else had heard anything.

The old monk put his hands together and said, "Good, good. Benefactor, are you here to find the old monk or do you have some other purpose?" "Please give your instructions first."

The person laughed and said, "What's the difference? "Even if it's just for you, I guess it's because of your bad luck."

Just as he finished speaking, the two doors on the left side of the buddhist hall opened by themselves with a "hu" sound.

Under Haoyue's watch, one could see a lanky figure of a gentleman, both old and thin, standing outside the door.

Naturally, this person was not a true gentleman, but was only judged by the sword on his shoulder. The person who came was obviously a martial artist, and with the old monk's hearing, he was unable to detect his arrival.

Suddenly, the flame of the green lamp in front of the monk's seat spouted out. The person did not even move, but had already advanced more than ten feet, trespassing into the buddhist hall in front of the old monk.

White, thin, and relaxed, a handsome figure.

Under the silver moonlight, that person was actually wearing a silvery-white robe. The most surprising thing was that there was an entire golden phoenix embroidered on his clothes.

He was gentle and relaxed, but he had an inviolable power.

With his sudden appearance, it was as if the wind had brought in the entire hall. Between his open arms, the strong wind rushed into the hall. The wind howled and shook the walls, forming a strong gale.

The four lamps on the table were immediately extinguished by the wind. The one in front of the old monk's seat, which had no cover, remained alone and was about to be extinguished. It seemed to have been extinguished several times, but then it started to spontaneously burn again, thanks to the support of the old monk's internal energy.

"Amitabha, so it was Seven Fingers Snow Mountain's mountain lord who arrived …" "Then it's no wonder. My apologies, my apologies …"

The person lightly snorted and quickly withdrew his long open arm. The weird wind that snuck around the buddhist hall immediately disappeared.

The name of the Divine State Ghost Phoenix, Lu Qingtong, had long been unknown to everyone. Only the few remaining elders could recall that his name, Feng Qi had always displayed a noble and noble status in the martial arts world.

"Old monk, we have never met before, yet you were able to call out my name. You are truly an ambitious person. You are a highly respected monk. You must have a very good reason for staying here, right?"

Monk Chu Yun seemed to have figured out that the current situation was due to this person. Since this was a calamity, he would be able to take it as a foregone conclusion.

"Amitabha!" The old monk said slowly, "Almsgiver Lu's words are obvious. This old monk came here to accumulate a meritorious service for the benefit of the common people!" The old monk said.

Feng Qi nodded and said, "Well said, but can you?"

"Amitabha, this old monk will try his best to think of it." The old monk said.

"Old Monk, I'm afraid this matter is beyond your control …" On the contrary, it has ruined Monk's many years of cultivation, so it is true that I am not worthy of you. "

"Benefactor Lu, you want me to escape unscathed? Amitabha! " The old monk clasped his hands together and announced, "Then I will have to rely on you to save my life …"

"Alright!" Feng Qi nodded and said, "My trip this time was not in vain. I've met a few old friends that I didn't expect. If people do not lie in front of us, let us be clear about what we want to say! "

Monk Chu Yun said, "Old Na is listening attentively."

Feng Qi replied, "Honestly speaking, I have the ambition to become a great scholar of this world. It just so happens that all the big guys are thinking of using this silver." I am here to join in the fun as well.

The old monk laughed coldly and said, "That is true. Others were bored because of money. Almsgiver Lu is rolling around in a sea of silver and gold with half a mountain of gold. It was obvious that he had some ulterior motive … "Please take pity on all the living beings in the world and let go of this matter. Amitabha is good, good!"

Feng Qi suddenly smiled deeply as his pair of deep eyes flashed, and his expression became even gloomier.

"Old monk, let go of your 'Amitabha'. I have been a vile person my entire life. There's no path to heaven, and hell has doors. Haha, you're lecturing to me is truly like playing a lute to a cow. "

As Fang Zi spoke till here, he only heard the sound of the distant bell chiming two times. The time for the hero to die had passed, and that was the time to be ugly.

Feng Qi suddenly realized something as his expression changed slightly.

However, the old monk thought that the other party had seen through his intentions and had no choice but to make a move in advance.

His pair of large sleeves suddenly swept backwards and his body, which was sitting on the praying mat, shot out horizontally like an arrow straight towards mister Feng Qi. As he fell down, both his hands spread out like the wings of a great roc.

In this attacking posture, there was a possibility that any of Feng Qi's two sides, any part of his body, could be hit.

What kind of shrewd old fox was Feng Qi?

Monk Chu Yun seemed to be speaking the truth. This strike was truly invulnerable, but it just so happened that Feng Qi was able to see through it.

Under the clever contact of the four hands, Mr Feng Qi was like a giant eagle that was furiously struggling in the sky. He suddenly flipped backwards, and with a "pa" sound, his clothes flew into the air, causing him to shoot back ten feet.

The old monk failed and followed closely behind him, thrusting out.

Whoosh! Whoosh! A pair of silhouettes swiftly went through the door.

It was true that the wild clouds flew away, leaving no trace behind.

The two people on the ground were still facing each other, the distance between them was less than three meters. Once the two sides attacked, they would be like magnets, and it seemed like they could only go all out.

"Old monk, I didn't think that you would have such a skill, disrespect, disrespect."

Feng Qi's pair of eyes stared straight at the other person. His thin white hands were coiled around his chest like they were holding a big ball. His thin body suddenly became much more naked, making him look like a fatty.

The old monk's long eyebrows kept blinking as he said with a sigh, "I have heard a lot about benefactor's efforts to vaporize things. This old monk thought that it was only a rumor and should not be trusted. I finally got to see it this night … "Amitabha …"