Mysterious Martial Arts: The Record of the Swordsman

Chapter 209

The dust and sand outside Fengwei Village suddenly rolled up, and the caravan of Yunnan horses along the way was startled and hoofed. They could hardly stand on this narrow ancient road. After a while, they were driven to the sides of the road and swallowed their anger. Stand up while sniffing and rubbing hooves.

At this moment, on the road, there is a team of about twenty riders, equipped with various swords and weapons, and dressed in different clothes, but what cannot be concealed is the pride and pride in their eyes, obviously they are all the best among warriors, In the hearts of the old packhorse merchants, he knew at a glance that he couldn't afford to mess with him.

"Pingxi Palace is doing business, idlers get out of the way!"

It wasn't until the tail dust was almost annihilated that the call-call report with an unruly tone came, followed by another rush, and soon, even their shadows were no longer left on the narrow village road.

The Pingxi Palace is here, and there is no more frightening news than this.The pack horse merchants knew that at the beginning of last year, Jin Wang Li Dingguo of the Southern Ming Dynasty ambushed the Qing army on Mopan Mountain near Tengchong. He failed to win a complete victory because of the informants on the way, but he also caused a lot of damage to the Qing army attacking the southwest. Wu Sangui, king of Pingxi, had to retreat to the Dali area of ​​Kunming to rest, which also made the situation in the vicinity even more tense.

These people from the Pingxi Palace naturally don't pay attention to the countrymen at the foot of Jizu Mountain. You must know that even the chieftain forces who have been entrenched in the local area for many years, they don't have much awe and vigilance against local snakes-after all, even the local prefect of Lijiang A big man like Mu Yi is still "visiting" in the Pingxi Palace at this time, even if he wants to leave, he can't help himself...

"Hmph, did your senior brothers miss you? How could such a remote village hide a person with sharp sword skills?"

On top of the tall horse was a rough-looking warrior with an extremely heavy sword tied to his body, and his words were rolling like thunder without anger, and he looked sideways at the two people who were driving side by side.

They are two masters sharing the same horse. They are tall and powerful, and their equestrian skills are also extremely superb. It is only because they are sitting on a single horse that they are a little slower.

"Hmph, if you don't believe it, you can go to the competition. I'd like to see how much advantage you can get with your bragging skills?"

The man with the sword was obviously not angry, and he sneered at the other party in a cold voice, but the swordsman with the rough manner and words was unmoved. It seemed that this kind of questioning and rudeness came from the bottom of his heart. Even if he showed contempt for others, it was just a kind of skill Naturally embodied.

Fortunately, there were two more horses approaching, and they chased up without distinction, intending to dissuade the two who were about to quarrel.

"You two, why are you arguing about this matter?"

The two people who came here obviously have a lot of connections, and what they said was like a nose out, "I think that master was just invited by Xitan Temple to show affection, so he dared to stroke Prince Pingxi's beard. Maybe he ran off to the sky. Anyway, the monk can't escape the temple, so why go to such trouble to find him?"

The two of them are quite skilled, half lying on the horse's buttocks not reaching the saddle, adjusting their center of gravity following the mountain road of Jizu Mountain, maintaining a leisurely speed, just looking at the four people in front, they can tell that they are famous people in the Jianghu. The master of the number is out.

The swordsman restrained his temper that was about to explode, turned his head and saw the livid junior and brother's face, and felt a torment in his heart.

The success of seizing the scriptures before is still on the verge of failure, and this group of people wants to rely on this incident to step on themselves. They are under the eaves, and even their mounts were taken by villains before, so they ended up looking for someone to borrow horses ——The most annoying thing I lost was the face of Pingxi Palace, even if it was used as an article at this time, I could only grit my teeth and suffer it once.

The swordsman frowned and looked at the two people behind him in the shape of a bee waist, ape arms, and a crane mantis. These two people are like brothers, and they are famous for their fists and palms. Experts do things without leaving a way out, which is totally unlike the style of monks in Xitan Temple. In fact, they may be hidden masters invited from somewhere, and come out to make troubles by virtue of being unattached.

"We arrived at Xitan Monastery in front of us. Tanma found out that the gate of the Zen monastery was open, but there was one stone lion missing. It seems that the monks are thinking about life and death, but I don't know if they are thinking about the virtue of good life, or they are planning to live without life. .”

Under the noon sun, the magnificent mountain gate of Xitan Temple has been opened, and the shade of trees on both sides is still solemn, which reflects the majestic demeanor of Tiankai Buddha Kingdom, but it also means that their previous excuses are no longer there. It's useless, completely breaking the rule of fasting and intending to receive incense from all directions, so the Pingxi Palace, which has been wandering around for a long time, naturally has a reason to come to ask questions.

It’s just that under the bright sunshine, the two sloppy and scribbled cloth banners next to the plaque of “Zhu Guo Xi Tan Temple” bestowed by the Emperor Tianqi really look a bit nondescript, with a slight sense of humor.

Martial arts masters, big and small, in the Pingxi Palace have guessed many kinds of scenes, even if a group of old monks set fire to themselves at the door, they would not be surprised, but they did not expect such an empty scene outside Xitan Temple, and the pilgrims around are also hesitant. , obviously also very curious about the inside, but no one dared to go into the mountain gate to find out——

After all, the Pingxi Palace is eyeing the matter of Xitan Temple, Dali and Lijiang are well known, and no one intends to come forward to cause this bad luck.

"The secret of Dali... Tianlong Arsenal... what... what does this mean?"

The swordsman hesitated for a moment, only felt that the appearance of this high-mounted signboard was very similar to the style of selling Daliwan in the Jianghu. After thinking for a long time without saying anything, he turned and asked his junior brother, "What do you think, junior brother?"

The younger brother gritted his teeth, obviously he also wanted to go with his own senior brother, but the two of them were defeated when they teamed up before. So even if the scene is funny, they still have to find a way to save a little face.

"...Senior brother, I think there is a fraud in it and we have to guard against it. Could it be that Xitan Temple really found some secret treasure of martial arts and intends to catch us all?"

As soon as the words fell, muffled laughter rang out among the martial arts practitioners outside Zhuma Temple, and the younger brother held his sword in his hand and looked around with a worried expression, wanting to see who would come up and dare to tear down his platform.

However, at this time, it was the leading swordsman who was the first to laugh, and the laughter shook the plum branches and bushes on both sides.

"It's ridiculous. Xitan Temple is the family temple of the Mu family, and there are only a group of monks living in it who eat vegetarian food and chant the Buddha's name. What kind of secret treasures of martial arts can they find?"

The laughter of the swordsman outside the Great Wall was particularly ear-piercing, "Furthermore, we martial arts practitioners are able to achieve today's martial arts because of decades of hard work. It is hard for these monks to be able to excel in ten days and a half months." ?”

The faces of the swordsman and his junior brother turned black, knowing that other people now used their previous failure as an excuse to shirk their responsibilities, and their stomachs were inevitably full of resentment, and their junior brother and junior brother were not enough, so they finally retorted.

"There are so many strange things in the world. I said that Jizu Mountain is now a trap. If you want to go through fire and water, go by yourself!"

The swordsman was shocked when he heard the words, and quickly slapped his junior brother on the back.

Although these words are out of sarcasm and resentment, the two of them are enshrined by the Pingxi Palace, and they must not say the words that destroy their prestige in person, otherwise, if they are caught, they will take the opportunity to sue them for shaking the morale of the army It's troublesome.

"Ridiculous! Our Pingxi Prince's Mansion's four masters of saber, sword, fist, and palm come out together. Even if the master from Xitan Temple is hidden inside, he will not be our opponent!"

The swordsman hastened to correct his junior brother's statement, and only then did he make up for the flaw.

The Pingxi Palace is now recruiting Xichuan troops, and they frequently show favor to the masters of Qingcheng, Emei, Three Gorges, and Yungui. Among these people, the four masters including myself are the best among them. They have exchanged skills with each other many times. Among brothers and sisters, it can be said that in the entire southwest martial arts, except for the Taoist Huilu Taoist of the Qingcheng School who was inexplicably refused to be recruited and went to Fujian, no one else could win against his side.

Long before the Pingxi Palace planned to do something, they had already investigated that the Mu family in Lijiang did not have any outstanding martial arts masters, which is why they dared to send masters to hold the contemporary chieftain hostage.The Xitan Temple in front of him is just an ordinary temple. There are as many temples in the world as the sands of the Ganges River, but not every family has a deep collection of martial arts like Shaolin, let alone become a martial arts power.

Several people were thinking for a moment at this moment. Although the rough swordsman has a weird temper, his sword skills are undeniably superb. Even if he can't defeat the invisible master he met before, he can delay for a while, as long as they join forces to attack , the other party will inevitably die of hatred.

In addition, the well-known masters in Xitan Temple are only Master Anren, who is a chivalrous man in Yunnan and Guizhou provinces. Although this old monk has a high reputation, his methods are ordinary, and his martial arts can barely be regarded as first-rate. There are ways to securely suppress and solve them, so there is nothing to worry about.

With the clever moves of Mingqi, the situation is self-evident. Now that four people fight against two masters together, it is already a sure thing. The swordsman is even more annoyed. , they have to make such a trip for the sake of face.

Contemptuous smiles kept coming and going, and the younger brother was blushing from inside and outside. If it wasn't for his senior brother's palm force secretly pressing on his shoulders, he might have jumped off the saddle to find someone to fight.

"What do you know? Prince Pingxi is such a character that we have to outsmart him, and we clearly know that this Jizu Mountain is very evil, and it is not so easy to break through!"

The swordsman brother gritted his teeth and said, "Do you know the truth that the Buddha is one foot tall and the devil is one foot tall? The more pure the Buddha's land, the deeper the devil's obstacles! Our brothers and sisters live on the mountain recently, and I heard the monk say that the mountain road There are often corpse-like things that come and go, this thing is naked without a coffin, it is made of wood and is stiff, and when it meets people, it begs for the brains of its siblings, and sometimes people suffer, but be careful not to teach you to run into it!"

The swordsman heaved a sigh of relief when he heard this, he knew that his junior brother was stubborn and could not bear to be wronged, and now he used the name of Prince Pingxi to tell a strange story, which explained his previous threats, and he had an eloquent explanation .

"Well, the story of the dry muntjac has been heard all over Yunnan. It's not my junior brother talking nonsense. You should be more careful at night."

The men and horses in Pingxi Palace didn't take it seriously, they all put on the reins calmly, and slowly stepped up the grand and magnificent mountain gate ladder of Xitan Temple.I saw that they were headed by the four masters of sword, fist and palm, and they were aggressive. Today, they must take away what Prince Pingxi wants from the monks by name...

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There are piles of rice bowls piled up at the entrance of the Daxiong Palace, and not far away is a group of bald monks who are crying all over the place, lying on the ground in a mess, unable to move, their eyes are full of horror, and they can only look at the position of the abbot as best they can. , I want to ask for blind regret medicine.

The monks lying limp on the ground gasped heavily, and the Su Zhai that hadn't been digested in their stomachs reached their throats from time to time, and he swallowed them back with great effort.

These monks never imagined that they were just confused for a moment, and they heard that those who dared to come today would be able to eat and eat, so after starving for half a month and their eyes green, they decided to come up to have a full meal and enjoy the relive. In the past, the chieftain Mu's family was treated as an official.

But when forty or fifty monks were eating and stuffing, creating a scene full of bright bowls, they didn't realize that there was an elegant and easy-going young man quietly appearing behind him, with all kinds of horrors in his hands. instrument……

In the half hour just now, the young man in front of him tried his best to torture them, turning them over one by one with one hand, turning them into carps jumping up from the top of the field; Cymbals and tin sticks were thrown at them, forcing the monks to run away with their heads in their arms; for a while, water ladles were poured on them continuously, and if they were not careful, they would freeze like grandchildren in early spring; They all lost their minds.

After such torture, some monks couldn't bear it, and wanted to run away, but the young man fell to the ground by sweeping his legs with a bamboo pole. tooth.

But these are nothing, what really made forty or fifty monks would rather lie on the ground and pretend to be dead than move, was that the young man had just finished his training and saw that they were all half dead, so he used a cart to push the stone stone at the entrance of the temple. The lion rushed towards them suddenly, yelling "Don't run! Come towards the car!"

Fortunately, there was too much movement outside the Daxiong Hall, and it was soon known by other monks who were meditating in the temple. As a few old monks came to the front of Abbot Hongbian, the monks lying on the ground hurriedly rolled to the elders to complain , Jiang Wen could only stop what he was doing and looked up the steps of the palace.

"Amitabha, what are you doing? Why did you hear from Pinzhao that the abbot asked him to open the temple gate and put up some unclear banners?"

The old monk Dajing came to the abbot Hongbian, looked at the mess on the ground with grief, his eyes were full of unbearable looks, then he glanced at Jiang Wen, and Jiang Wen recognized that this was the one he met at the door of the abbot's meditation room yesterday monk.

"Also, now that there are powerful enemies around here, and there is a fear of freezing and starvation inside, why did the abbot allow this person to be so nonsense, torturing and injuring so many Buddhist disciples!"

The wailing and pain of the monks sounded just right, and for a while, gusts of cold wind hit, making Jiang Wen, who was standing alone among the wounded all over the ground and holding a murder weapon, a bamboo pole, look extraordinarily ferocious and evil.

With a snap, Jiang Wen quickly threw away the long bamboo pole in his hand, and said to the old monk who spoke out for his disciples: "This elder, I naturally know that Xitan Temple is in danger now, and now I am selecting available talents for the Zen temple. Defending the jungle, how can you generalize me with the bandits outside?"

The old monk Dajing stared blankly, and his old voice was full of displeasure: "Absurd! There is no such thing as killing and hurting people in the screening of talents, you clearly did it on purpose!"

Seeing this, Jiang Wen sneered and said: "If the elder regards me as a murderer, then if you have seen the methods of South Shaolin Room 36 and North Shaolin Arhat Hall, you may not think that North and South Shaolin are hells on earth and Bo Xun Dojo! "

The old monk Dajing was stunned when he heard the words, but was stopped by the abbot Hongbian who had been silent for a long time, and finally said in a vicissitudes of life: "Amitabha, this matter is my approval as the abbot of this temple. Don't break the six harmony respects in Dajing." The rules of the law hurt harmony."

Since the great prosperity of Zen Buddhism, temples in various places can be divided into two types: ten-square jungle and descendant jungle according to their size, property attributes, and inheritance methods of abbots.Among them, the forests with larger scales, properties jointly owned by the Sangha, and the abbots are invited by the famous masters from all directions are called ten-direction forests.

Xitan Temple, as the leading imperial-built temple in Jizu Mountain, naturally belongs to the standard ten-square jungle. Even Hongbian, as the abbot, cannot act arbitrarily. He must do things fairly and justly, and accept the supervision of other elders from time to time.This is not like the descendants forest, also known as the descendants temple, which is often small in scale, and the property is owned by one monk or a line of monks.

At the beginning, Monk Hongbian was able to succeed his master, Master Benchu, and then serve as the abbot of Xitan Temple. It was indispensable for the recommendation and trust of the elders in the temple. Among them, five elders, Dajing, Daju, Dayuan, Dachen, and Dawu, are headed. I can only explain it kindly.

"Pingxi Prince's Mansion has sent people from the Jianghu here this time, and I know very little about it, so it is definitely not a whim to invite this Jiang Tanyue to give advice."

With Abbot Hongbian as his guarantor, Jiang Wen has already come to the old monk Dajing with his head held high.

"Elder, what you have to face is the masters recruited by Wu Sangui. Compared with these people in the Jianghu, you are not bad enough and not cruel enough. I also know that you will never be able to match in martial arts, so you can only find another way... ..."

The scene fell into silence for a while, and the old monks were frowning in the face of the difficult and difficult situation.

They naturally also knew that the strength of the two sides was not directly proportional. Xitan Temple is a place that only knows how to practice Zen and recite scriptures. It is impossible to produce a large number of masters like Southern Shaolin. I plan to use martial arts to deceive people, anyway, when a scholar encounters soldiers, he can't explain why, as long as he has the precious scriptures.

The crux of the problem is here at this time.

The opponent designated by the Pingxi Palace is Xitan Temple, and Xitan Temple has to deal with the Wulin people coming to the door. If Jiang Wen still rescues him this time, it will give Wu Sangui a reason to help in the end, and arrange for someone to collude with bandits. The crime leveled the temple.

Even a dynamic social group as big as Southern Shaolin can't hold Bing Xian, Jiang Wen can't just stay in the temple for a lifetime just because of this, right?Therefore, the Xitan Temple under the management of Abbot Hongbian has no way to fight against the army. Now it is nothing more than Wu Sangui who also looks down on this small place and wants to get the scriptures he wants in a more peaceful and labor-saving way.

The plan proposed by Jiang Wen is also very simple, that is, to create a unique master for Xitan Temple by himself - it doesn't need to be very strong in martial arts, as long as he can understand and learn Jiang Wen's instructions, and defeat his edge with a shot, the goal will be achieved. Then you can move on to the next step.

You must know that Jiang Wen stayed up all night last night and compiled most of the martial arts for Xitan Temple overnight, so he persuaded Abbot Hongbian to let him do things cheaply.

Jiang Wen’s reason is also very good. Xitan Temple is the most famous temple in Jizu Mountain, but it lacks historical background. Stones have a history of tens of millions or hundreds of millions of years. Whether it is Buddhism or martial arts, the so-called origins are naturally those who are talented and virtuous.

Abbot Hongbian looked at Jiang Wen, and what he was thinking in his heart was still the amazing deeds of Jiang Wen reading the classics at night, writing the history of martial arts in one night, and fabricating the history of his followers.

At first, the old monk thought that Jiang Wen was pretending to be big, but he didn’t expect that Jiang Wen could use his master Benwu Zen master as the source, and he was a monk in Tonghai Xiushan. Duan Siping is the only person with a name and surname in the governor of Tonghai, so he left a secret treasure of martial arts!
In the eyes of Abbot Hongbian, Jiang Wen's actions are more bizarre and unexplainable than those of Xu Xiake, who was well-read and learned at the time, when he compiled the Jizu Mountain Chronicle. What frightened Abbot Hongbian the most was Jiang Wen. Wen fabricated the details of the cause and effect before and after the secret collection of martial arts out of thin air, interspersed with countless historical allusions that are difficult to distinguish between true and false. If outsiders read it by chance, they may believe it on the spot.

It's a pity that everything is properly arranged, and the most difficult thing is the last gap, but I don't know what to do...

"Hey, you can't torture them like this!"

The old monk Dajing said sadly, "Now that the foreign enemy has lost [-] yuan, won't it be more difficult to survive in the future!?"

Jiang Wen also shook his head helplessly: "I am also a dead horse as a living horse doctor, thinking that if there is a unique martial arts wizard among them, after my guidance, maybe they can be treated within a few days. Dragons go to the sky—but apparently they're not."

There are hundreds of monks in Xitan Temple. After starving for more than half a month, the remaining four or fifty people can move, but they are only relatively stronger, and they are still weak overall. People in the martial arts world with blood are just like people in the martial arts world who can't argue with monks when they debate scriptures. This is a specialization in martial arts.

Although Jiang Wen took advantage of the old monk at this time, he was still just lying in the nest, which was of no benefit to solving problems, and he hadn't figured out how to concoct a master who could play his own role among the monks.

Jiang Wen sighed in his heart, maybe he was used to a few talented apprentices, and he could not help but forget that ordinary people's talents are limited, even if they put peerless martial arts in front of them, they might not be able to learn the superficial aspects of them.Nowadays, I really want to find someone who can understand at a glance, master at a glance, and get it at the moment of enlightenment. There is no such capacity in the vast crowd...

Jiang Wenyuan's eyes swept over, and suddenly caught a glimpse of Luo Shuang'er standing under the pibala tree watching the fun, and found that although this girl ignored him and ignored all kinds of suggestions, she always followed him to watch the fun every day At this time, Jiang Wenfu showed a hint of joy in his heart, and leaned forward and said in a low voice.

"Sister Shuang, why don't you shave your hair and make a guest appearance?"

Immediately, he naturally got a supercilious look.

"Abbot, please think again! Doing so is simply putting Xitan Temple on fire, and if you are not careful, you will be doomed!"

The old monk Dajing still couldn't pass the test in his heart, so he stood up and spoke on behalf of several other elders, trying to stop their risky behavior.

Abbot Hongbian gave the old monk a meaningful look, and replied meaningfully: "Amitabha, now the way back has been cut off. Even if we don't do this, the only way is to sacrifice our lives to protect the Dharma."

Jiang Wen heard clearly from the side, and knew that the way out that Abbot Hongbian said was actually to let Venerable An Ren, who had the highest martial arts and the strongest ability to survive in Xitan Temple, take the precious classics in the temple and fly away.

The monks also know that it is innocent to conceive a jade, and perhaps as long as the treasure is not in the Xitan Temple, even if the temple will inevitably suffer a catastrophe, it may not necessarily end up in the end, it is already a survival.

Jiang Wen didn't expect that Fangzhang Hongbian, a thick-eyed guy, was actually a defeatist strategist, and he had made a plan to retreat early.

It's a pity that when this kind of crisis is approaching, no one can get rid of this defeatist strategist. The person was beaten into a coma.

In fact, the old monk Dajing who hurried over that day wanted to discuss the follow-up method of this matter with the abbot, but now he simply said what was in his heart.

"Amitabha Buddha... At the beginning, Shizun threw himself into the cliff to obtain half a verse of the Dharma, and Patriarch Hui Ke also showed his sincerity after the snow broke his arm. Desperately send Fa Zang to a safe place!"

This method is a naked dead end. The purpose of the suspicious soldiers is to send death to distract the enemy and create opportunities for Xitan Temple. Considering their old age, it can be said that they will die without life, but the old faces of several old monks are extremely determined. Obviously, they are all Zen-minded, brave and diligent people, who have already put life and death aside.

Abbot Hongbian slowly recited sutras with a look of unbearable expression on his face, but found that Jiang Wen had come to him with a strange expression, and asked in a low voice.

"Abbot, how is the Dharma practice of these four elders?"

"Why did Tan Yue ask such a question?"

Abbot Hongbian replied puzzledly: "Although a few of you have not cultivated to the point where not a single thought arises, and you are in the state of cutting off the front and back, but you can be said to have sufficient skills in observing the precepts, enduring humiliation, and diligently meditating."

Jiang Wen's expression suddenly became more lively, his left hand slowly stroked his chin, showing a thoughtful look: "It's good not to be afraid of death. Does it mean that the meditation skills are very good? Is it as tall as a three- or four-story building?"

Abbot Hongbian didn't know how to answer, but Jiang Wen had already come to the front of the four elders on his own, showing a mysterious and deceptive smile.

"Several elders, I wonder if you can listen to me..."

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At the moment when the four masters of swords, swords, fists and palms of Pingxi Palace entered the gate of Xitan Temple in unison, the Hong bell of the mountain temple rang suddenly, and the sound was like the sword of the Vajra King, and the sound was like the roar of a lion crouching on the ground. Everyone felt tremors all over their bodies. It's like being alone in an empty mountain facing the wind, thunder and storm. What can't be extinguished is the sense of vigilance in the heart, and what almost leaves the body with the soul is the three poisons in the heart.

Zhong Ming came to welcome the guests, and saw a large hall next to the Hongwei Mountain Gate, four carved wooden doors were suddenly opened without any precautions, the four masters were startled suddenly, couldn't help getting angry, and hurried in with resentment , broke into this follow-up temple.

And in the secluded hall, there seemed to be an extremely majestic figure waiting there with his helmet on.The hearts of the four jumped again. After looking carefully, they found that it was a tall statue of the Guardian of Wei Tuo, wearing a hood, armor, hands clasped, breathing in the chest, and it was glaring at them coldly.

I saw the statue of a god carrying a treasured pestle on his shoulders, like a full bow, and the dark clouds and soapy shoes on his feet spread outwards. The strength penetrates from the soles of the feet, as stable as Mount Tai, and because the center of gravity is placed on the left leg, the torso and head and neck are twisted. And the displacement exceeds the limit of the human body. It seems that at any time, the vajra pestle will be charged with strength, and all the foolish and stubborn beings will be thrown out of the fire pit!

After a false alarm, the four masters of the Pingxi Palace simply let the remaining martial arts people stay outside the hall, so as not to make a fuss and shake the morale of the army.A few people walked into the dark hall, and there seemed to be nothing in it. When they looked closely, they found six old monks who were in meditation.

I saw them wearing Haiqing robes with wide waists and wide sleeves, round collar and square breasts, with large sleeves and cassocks. They were seated in a lotus shape, with one person in the middle and five people surrounded by them. His appearance is like an eternal cold rock, with the corners of his clothes, beard and hair hanging straight to the ground, as if the earth, water, fire and wind of the saha world have been unable to do anything to these old monks.

"Amitabha……"

The four masters of swords, swords, fists and palms in the Pingxi Palace had not seen the monk before, but they were frightened several times by Xitan Temple's shock. Iron Man's heart couldn't bear such a toss. So he put on a kung fu posture and rushed forward to find someone to compete with.

But before the few people moved forward, they saw the old monks in the Wei Tuo Hall whose life and death were unknown, like sitting corpses, suddenly all stretched out a thin palm, and the sleeves of Haiqing's hair clothes were tightly pressed against the withered arms, flowing freely With a hint of stiffness and weirdness, the scene was extremely horrifying.

The four masters suddenly became alert and were about to face the enemy, but they found that the old monks suddenly slashed their left palms backwards, with a soft swish sound, and then the wooden door behind them, which was more than ten feet away, unexpectedly "slapped" without warning. Palm wind closed.

Before the few people had time to be surprised, they saw the zombie-like old monk stretch out his right palm and slash backwards. The wind of the palm brushed past, and another wooden door was suddenly closed. But just like this, the four wooden doors were closed in the air, while the old monks raised their palms and closed their postures all the way, but their eyes were always hollow and downcast, apparently still not waking up in the emptiness of meditation, only a faint verse, repeating the cycle rang in their ears.

"Everything is impermanent, it is the law of birth and death..."

"Birth and death are gone, and death is joy..."

(End of this chapter)