Martial arts Dazhutian

Chapter 311 Words confuse the heart, killing intentions gradually rise

As soon as Huang Lin finished speaking, Wen Gang's eyes narrowed.

"Amitabha! Your Excellency wants to avenge Shi Zhixuan?"

"The host Wen Gang was joking, Huang and Shi Zhixuan have never met each other, so how can we avenge him?"

Huang Lin smiled and waved his hands.

Wen Gang couldn't deny it, stared deeply at Huang Lin for a few times, and then said:
"Amitabha! According to reports, the Huang benefactor is the descendant of the evil king. I wonder if there is such a thing?"

As soon as he said this, many masters beside him all looked over.

Although Huang Lin had beaten the Xie Sword Immortal into a Sword Immortal during this period of time, the reputation of the Xie Wang's successor last year was not so easy to dissipate.

Although Shi Zhixuan doesn't use swords, people of the older generation feel that some of Huang Lin's martial arts methods are indeed quite similar to those of Shi Zhixuan when he was young. In addition, the shadow assassin also uses swords. This sword fairy is a descendant of the evil king. Not unusual.

"呲~"

Huang Lin sneered, looked at Wen Gang with inexplicable eyes and said, "Huang has already said that he doesn't know Shi Zhixuan, why does the old monk insist on associating him with Huang? It's really a mouthful of spreading rumors, and it's a waste of time to refute the rumors." !"

Speaking of this, Huang Lin narrowed his eyes slightly, showing a little chill.

"Huang also heard that the Tiantai sect is very effective in praying for a child. Those women often offer incense to pray for a child. After half a day alone in a quiet room in the temple, it doesn't take long."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by the monks behind Wen Gang.

"presumptuous!!"

"What nonsense!"

"Amitabha!"

Seeing these monks glaring at him, Huang Lin looked at Wen Gang and smiled, then said:

"Wen Gang is the host, how does it feel to be misunderstood?"

Du Fuwei on the side felt like a stormy sea in his heart.

He just thinks that Huang Lin is not a big person, but he is really fat in courage!
Master Wisdom is one of the Four Great Sacred Monks. He is very prestigious in Buddhism. He is in the temple at this time. How dare this guy slander in front of the temple? He is really audacious!

Nie Jing, the "Ghost Claw" who was not far away from him, was even more stunned, and he didn't even know how many beards were cut off.

"Amitabha! I don't want Master Huang to be an eloquent speaker. Please wait in front of the temple for a long time. I'm being rude, please!"

Wen Gang closed his eyes slightly, lowered his eyebrows, sang the Buddha's name, and then spoke slowly.

His eyebrows were drooping, making it hard to see his expression clearly, but everyone present knew that today's matter might not be good.

"The host is polite, please!"

Huang Lin was also rude, and walked into the temple side by side with Wen Gang.

Du Fuwei and others next to him, who also arranged for the reception of Zhike monks, filed in behind.

Stepping through the gate of the temple, turning around the screen wall, the eyes are bright and bright.

This is a huge square. The ground is paved with stone bricks. Two rows of stone pillars more than four feet high extend all the way from the steps in front of the Tianwang Hall in the distance, forming a passage about Zhangxu wide, dividing the square. into two parts.

The Hall of Heavenly Kings sits north and faces south, tall and majestic, with rich green tiles, walls and eaves are painted with a layer of bright yellow paint, which is a little dazzling under the reflection of the sun.

Huang Lin took a glance and found that the two groups of people in the square were clearly separated.

Located on the square on the east side of the stone pillar passage, there are two men in brocade clothes and broad robes, followed by tall and strong soldiers in full armor.

One of them was about [-] years old, with an old-fashioned face and a mighty manner. Although he was talking with the scribe-like person next to him with a smile on his face, when he occasionally glanced at the crowd facing the square, there was a coldness in his eyes. meaning.

The other person was wearing a loose Confucian robe, with star frost on his temples. He seemed to be not young, but his appearance was only middle-aged, and he was elegant and elegant, with an elegant attitude, giving people a feeling of otherworldliness.

On the west side of the square, there are some people dressed as high-ranking tycoons, including Du Fuwei and others who came in with Huang Lin, who were also led there by Zhike Monk.

"Humph!"

The mighty man on the east side's eyes paused on Huang Lin's body for a few breaths, and then he was attracted by Du Fuwei who was behind him in a wide robe and sleeves, and he couldn't help but let out a cold snort.

Du Fuwei heard the reputation, first he clasped his fists to salute the scribe, and then said to the other person sinisterly:
"Who is the croaking of a certain family? It turned out to be the hunting dog next to the Hunjun. If you, Yu Wenhuaji, died here, would the Hunjun be heartbroken?"

"Oh, I don't know if the armguard in your sleeve is as hard as your mouth!"

Yu Wenhuaji leaned back, his eyes were full of brilliance, and his words were stern.

Only then did Huang Lin realize that this person was Yu Wenhuaji, so he couldn't help but take a few more glances.

After Yu Wenhuaji found out, he put on a stiff smile and said, "Boy, you're pretty good. Are you interested in working under me?"

Huang Lin felt amused in his heart, but his face was expressionless: "Your Excellency, you should first think about how to escape!"

The two counties of Geyang and Lujiang are the base camps of the Jianghuai army, and they are tightly managed by Du Fuwei. Huang Lin really can't think of why Yuhuahua wants to sneak in.

Yu Wenhuaji was repeatedly contradicted, and his face suddenly became gloomy. He stared at Huang Lin and slowly got up, and said coldly:

"If you don't eat a toast, you will be fined, I want to see what you are capable of!"

If there is a disagreement, there is a tendency to do it.

Only then did Huang Lin realize that this person was tall and thin, with long hands and feet, and felt that this Yuhuaji might belong to a dog!
There doesn't seem to be anything else in what he just said, right? !
On the contrary, Du Fuwei, who went to the west square, looked at Yu Wenhuaji with thoughtful eyes, and then called his relatives, and after whispering a few words, the relatives trotted out of Jingju Temple casually.

Seeing that Yu Wenhua and Huang Lin were on the verge of breaking out, Wen Gang did not move, but a Buddha's name came from the Heavenly King Hall.

"Amitabha!"

Huang Lin immediately recognized that the owner of this voice was the person who had fought with him before.

Following the sound of the Buddha's name, Yu Wenhuaji slowly dissipated the icy true energy he had just mentioned, cast a sidelong glance at Huang Lin, and then sat back in his chair.

He just pretended to remind Du Fuwei vaguely, as for whether the other party can grasp it, he didn't care at all.

As for his own safety, Du Fuwei will be too busy to take care of himself soon, how can he have time to hunt him down?
Is Xiao Guowei really a piece of paper?
In addition to the twenty or so people behind him, there are still more than a hundred cavalry left at the foot of the mountain. The soldiers are good and the horses are good. Are you afraid that they will not be able to return to Yang Guang's side?

"Huang benefactor is so young, it is really enviable."

Its voice is soft, and one can't help but feel good about it.

Huang Lin's pupils tightened, watching the old monk slowly walking out of the Temple of Heavenly Kings, his mind suddenly collapsed!

This old monk's voice is weird!
"The master has such a long life, and this seat also admires it."

Its sound was like a ghost roaring from hell, and the wind was blowing, the effect was only between the two of them, but the people on the square on both sides sounded very normal, thinking that they were playing tricks.

Only Yu Wenhua and the Confucian scholar next to him seemed to see something.

"Moo!!"

Master Zhihui made a handprint and uttered the truth, the cloudy wind dissipated immediately, only the fluttering robes showed that the two had just exchanged hands in the air.

It wasn't until this time that Du Fuwei and Yu Wenhuaji, who were the most powerful in the field, realized that they were already fighting.

"Amitabha!"

After singing the Buddha's name, Master Wisdom looked at Huang Lin and said, "Huang Benefactor's path has been traveled all over."

The voice pointed directly at Huang Lin's heart, which made him feel that what wisdom said was very reasonable.

If it weren't for Huang Lin's natural indifference to Buddhism, and the coolness circulating around the Niwan, he might have been tricked!

Huang Lin lowered his eyebrows, and the murderous intent in his eyes was fleeting, and he said slowly:
"Words confuse the mind, it doesn't seem to be the right way!"

(End of this chapter)