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Chapter 430 I Like Your Resentful Little Eyes

The army is getting closer and closer, "Boom", "Boom", "Boom", "Boom", the neat footsteps seem to be stepping on people's hearts, and the depressed monks in the temple can't breathe.

I just felt that the footsteps were stepping on the rhythm of the heartbeat every time. Gradually, the heartbeat began to change with the footsteps, which made people feel very depressed.

Slowly, the army is getting closer and closer, and the oppressive force hits the face. The neat queue is like a mountain, giving people a sense of being unshakable. The monks, big, middle and small in the entire Southern Shaolin have a feeling that they will be suppressed a feeling of.

As a leading figure in southern martial arts, Southern Shaolin has a very strong foundation, and there are no less than 20 first-class masters. But even so, when it comes to facing the army, it still feels unshakable. After all, the power of one person is too weak. The pawns wear helmets and armor one by one, holding swords and shields, even if a first-class master wants to kill one, it will take some effort.

Wang Xuan equips his soldiers with steel-clad shields, and the armor on his body is thin steel armor. Those who don’t know may think that Wang Xuan has money to burn, but in fact... the iron is produced by himself, ten tons The first-class hydraulic forging press is easy to manufacture, and the iron armor is all formed by one-time forging, which is very simple.

As for leather armor... it is a problem to find so many leathers. As for the cotton armor commonly used by daimyo, this is Fujian, it is so hot!
No matter the primary industrial system, leather is more expensive than iron.

The army divided left and right, Wang Xuan strode forward, and the old monk behind him was supported by two special forces soldiers and walked towards the temple gate together.

After all, the abbot was also a top-notch expert, but when he thought about facing the eyes of the monks in the temple, he immediately felt his hands and feet go weak, the pressure was too great, and he couldn't stand it.

Walking out of the queue, Wang Xuan moved to the side, revealing the old monk behind him. In an instant, the eyes of more than a hundred monks in front of the temple all looked at the abbot.

There was lamentation, surprise, disappointment, annoyance, and resentment in his eyes. Feelings welled up in his heart, and the old abbot's heart was overwhelmed, and the internal force in his body was secretly running, and Gaba passed out immediately.

Depend on!
Shameless!

Being so close, Wang Xuan of course noticed the old bald thief's next move, but he couldn't do anything about cursing in his heart. He really didn't pretend to be unconscious, he really passed out... I can only say that as long as you are skilled enough, you can pretend to be unconscious come true!

As for waking up the old thief by hand, Wang Xuan directly gave up this idea. After all, he is a top-notch expert. If he insists on fainting, no one will do it.

"Get your abbot away!" Wang Xuan yelled coldly, as long as he was in his hands, this old thief would never wake up again.

Two middle-aged monks came up quickly. The two supported the abbot and looked at Wang Xuan with resentment. Wang Xuan roared: "You, what have you done to our abbot!"

"Hehe, I just like your resentful little eyes." Wang Xuan smiled, staring at the middle-aged monk who asked the question, and directly pressed towards him with all his might.

Immediately, the middle-aged monk only felt that his breathing was stagnant, and his actions seemed to be affected.

The pressure of the will has nothing to do with the level of kung fu. A first-class master will still feel difficult to breathe when facing many high officials in the court. Life and death, the huge momentum accumulated is indeed not so easy to bear.

The body, after all, depends on the control of the consciousness. Many people with weak consciousness will be speechless when faced with danger or high-level pressure. What's more, they will be so frightened that they will collapse on the ground, unable to move.

Especially when it comes to Wang Xuan, he has an extremely firm will, plus he holds great power, controls life and death, and kills like hemp, there are not many people who can not be oppressed by Wang Xuan in terms of will, and this definitely does not include this year monk.

Their perceptions, horizons, rights, knowledge, etc. are too different, and it is difficult to speak under the pressure of Wang Xuan's momentum.

"Why don't you talk anymore, hehe, I just like the way you guys want to kill me but can't do anything about it." Wang Xuan smiled, "Now, immediately, immediately, get out!!"

As soon as Wang Xuan's voice fell, the army stepped forward neatly, and stepped heavily on the ground at the same time, "Boom!"

The entire ground in front of the temple trembled, and the two middle-aged monks supported the old abbot. Don't be frightened, they backed up three steps, their faces full of horror, and immediately turned around and ran back to the temple with the abbot on their backs.

"Let's go!" Wang Xuan greeted Yu Leyou, and walked towards the gate of the temple, "Go in and search, and find their secret vault. I don't have any money, I don't believe it!"

Yu Leyou hurriedly responded, greeted the soldiers behind him and pressed towards the temple.

Amitabha, a loud sound of the Buddha's trumpet sounded, and a passage was opened among the monks. An old monk with long eyebrows walked out from the crowd.

As soon as Wang Xuan stopped walking, he could feel from the old monk that his kung fu surpassed his own, but the specifics would have to be beaten.

"Amitabha, benefactor, please stay still. Don't enter the pure place of Buddhism."

"Old monk, who are you?"

"The poor monk's Dharma name is Zhengdu, and he is the first seat of the Bodhidharma courtyard in this temple."

"Oh~! Got it, Nan Shaomu's number one thug, you are trying to stop the army."

"That's not the case, it's just that this benefactor is not from the government!" The old monk's face remained unchanged, and his tone was as calm as ever.

"Ha!" Wang Xuan couldn't help laughing, raised his hand and said, "Okay, if I keep talking to you, it will be bullying you. You should wake up the abbot and ask carefully."

The old monk was taken aback, what did I say wrong?Isn't he just Juren?Should be right?

He turned his head and looked at the middle-aged monks beside him. These monks had been with the abbot all year round to help with common affairs. Like himself, he only needed to focus on his own practice wholeheartedly.

Among the two voices, the monk whispered to the old monk and said: "Uncle Master, he is indeed not a member of the government, but... he is the government in Fujian, and the people in the government listen to him."

The old monk looked confused, what do you mean if you are not a member of the government, you are the government?He could understand a few words, but he was stunned when he connected them...

After all, he has little contact with mundane affairs, and someone has always been in charge of taking care of him. Now he is suddenly exposed to the twists and turns of this upper-level power structure. It would be strange for him to understand.

"Oh, master uncle, this thing won't be clear for a while, so you should wake up the abbot."

The old monk sighed, he really didn't understand, he stretched out his hand to hold the abbot's pulse door, a huge and pure internal force was injected into the abbot's body to swim around, um, he was in good health and had no hidden injuries, but how could he be in a coma ?
Stimulating the Tanzhong acupoint with internal force, the abbot immediately woke up, but his eyelids did not move, and he listened to the situation secretly with his ears, thinking in his heart, as long as I don't wake up, the temple is not to blame for being searched. on the head...

"Nephew, wake up quickly."

Hey, the voice is so familiar, it's Master Zhengdu, why did he come out, it's broken.

This uncle has been cultivating for many years and knows nothing about ordinary things. If he really confronts the devil surnamed Wang, something serious will happen. Thinking of this, the abbot didn't care to pretend to be faint, "Uh..." He took a deep breath and walked slowly come over.

"It's okay, it's okay, I'm still wondering, there is no injury on this body, why is it unconscious..." Seeing the abbot wake up, the old monk smiled.

The abbot jumped when he saw it, hey, uncle, you can shut up quickly!

"It's okay to be angry for a while."

"I see."

"Why did Master Uncle come out?"

"These people want to come in, why don't I come out and stop them, how can they use weapons in a quiet place of Buddhism."

The abbot subconsciously turned his head and saw Wang Xuan's half-smile, and his heart suddenly jumped, "Master, it's okay, but, just to check, um, yes, Master, let's go back."

"This benefactor is not a member of the government, why can he mobilize the army to come to my Shaomu Temple for inspection, my Shaomu Temple is the righteous way of martial arts, Taishan Beidou, how can I let them make trouble here, then I have a thousand years of reputation..."

"Uncle Master, stop talking!" The old monk spoke outrightly, and he opened his mouth as soon as he opened his mouth, but the abbot was so frightened that his heart went cold, and he wished he could jump up and cover the old monk's mouth.

Can the words be spoken openly?

Let's talk about it behind closed doors. It doesn't matter even if people in the martial arts spread it like this, but can this be said in front of the government! !

What the hell is martial arts or not, or what is evil or righteous, in the eyes of the government, they are all scum who use martial arts to commit crimes, and they can't wait to eradicate them all at once.

Especially the one next to him, who has to find trouble for nothing. If he is left to talk, he is not sure how to make a fuss, uncle, you can take care of yourself!

"Ouyou, this guy, he's all over Taishan Beidou, what's the matter, you Shaomu Temple still want Taishan to enshrine Zen!" Wang Xuan raised his hand and touched his chin, speaking in a strange tone.

"No, no, no, I dare not say that, Mr. Wang is merciful!" The abbot felt bitter, and he was really caught by the devil.

Turning around and looking at the old monk, "Uncle, you should go back quickly."

There is something in my heart that I didn't say, it's not that people from the martial arts are here to make trouble, you always come out to make troubles, one by one, the group of people who came today are not reasonable people.

The old monk looked around and sighed. He really couldn't understand this matter, so he left, left!
"Actually, I really like this Master Zhengdu. It can be seen that he is an honest person, so let's forget about it, and I will pretend that I didn't hear it."

The abbot could only laugh apologetically, but cursed in his heart, "Of course you like it, you are an honest person, you are always right when you fool around, and you are not at your mercy, counting the money for you when you are sold."

"Okay, let's get down to business!" Wang Xuan suddenly changed the subject, his face turned cold, "Go in and search for me!"

(End of this chapter)