I ruined the earth

Chapter 79
The shirtless man is slowly walking out of Xu's house...

"Look at the roof!"

someone shouted.

Everyone looked and saw that Xu Han's head was already hanging on the room!
Everyone gasped suddenly, a hundred people defended, and they were tough. As a result, within a few seconds, Xu Han was decapitated.

How can this not make people chill?
At that moment, instead of taking pictures, everyone put down their cameras, because that person's previous attitude was that they are not allowed to take pictures!
The reporters, who were never afraid of death, were scared at this moment.

The next day, all the major news media were dominated by one piece of news.

"Yunwu Jiange, Yu Zhe, kill someone powerfully!"

The comments below are also fried.

"Oh my god! Facing the siege of a hundred masters, Xu Han's head was hung on the roof in less than three seconds! This...isn't this too terrifying?"

"Martial arts are so terrifying?"

"After today, I'm afraid no one will dare to challenge the Yunwu Jiange again?"

……

At the same time, some people clamored at home and abroad on the Internet.

"Those who jumped before said that the Yunwu Jiange is not good, but who want to challenge the Yunwu Jiange? Come out, if you don't accept it, go up and do it!"

"Tsk tsk, didn't you say that the Yunwu Jiange are all special effects? Beg those masters to challenge the special effects masters."

"What about people? Don't be cowardly!"

On this day, those so-called masters and masters at home and abroad collectively silenced their voices.

If Wuming pointed at Kaiyun before and saw Fenjiang with a sword, it could be said to be a special effect.

Then the scene of spanning hundreds of meters in three seconds, killing people, hanging people's heads, and drifting away is too shocking.

This has exceeded people's understanding of the limit speed of human beings.

And with so many people present, they couldn't fake it.

Most importantly, Xu Han is not an ordinary person.

City Y may not be considered big, but as the eldest son of the four major families in City Y, he is neither a cat nor a dog, and he is not someone who can be killed if he wants to.

If the eldest son of such a family is willing to use his head to cooperate with Yunwu Jiange in acting, then they will recognize it.

So, at this moment, everyone woke up, knowing that the people of Yunwu Jiange are really powerful against the sky.

At the same time, someone was shouting to arrest the murderer.

Unfortunately, there were very few respondents.

When everyone cast all their eyes on Jiang Zhe's murder.

A long face came to Yundang Mountain, and respectfully handed a card to Zhou Heng.

Ma Kun said respectfully: "Mr. Yuzhe asked me to help sell some ginseng. This is the money he got from selling ginseng. He asked me to give it to you."

Zhou Heng took the bank card and watched Ma Kun leave.

Then the gate of the Yunwu Jiange closed again...

At the same time, in the mountains of Nanyue, there are two peaks rising up against each other, like two big stone pillars, all the way to the sky, so they are named Shuangshifeng.

Because of the peculiar landform and remote location, although there is a small temple named Jingxin Temple, there are almost no tourists, and the incense burns for ten days and a half months... It can be said to be very bleak .

This small temple is divided into front and rear courtyards, the two courtyards are located on two mountain peaks, connected by a stone bridge in the middle, so it is also unique.

The temple is not big, but it has all internal organs. There is the Hall of Heavenly Kings in the front, the Hall of Great Heroes in the middle, the lecture hall, the abbot’s room, and the Arhat Hall with only one wall left behind.

On the belly of Luohan Hall, there is a bodhi tree. The old bodhi tree has long since died. Its black branches are pointing at the sky, baring its teeth and claws, as if fighting for its life. Unfortunately, it is dead after all.

At this moment, a man stepped on the dilapidated steps and walked up to the top of the mountain.

A young monk sitting at the gate saw a tourist coming, and immediately stood up, scratching his head, thinking for a long time but couldn't remember what to say.

He didn't remember until someone walked in, and said, "Amitabha."

The man nodded slightly, and then walked into the Buddhist hall.

The little monk followed, and he found that this person was different from the others.

Others are either believers or tourists.

Believers worship the Buddha when they see the Buddha, burn incense, and donate money generously.

Tourists, some worship Buddha, some hang out, but none of them look like this person.

This person has never looked at the statues around him since he entered the Palace of Heavenly Kings.

Instead, he walked into the Daxiong Hall all the way, and then he didn't bow down, but just stood there looking up at the Buddha in front of him.

It was nothing at first, but this stop is a day.

The little monk couldn't bear to stand like this, so he ran to play early.

But what surprised the little monk was that this man came every day, and every day he walked into the Mahavira Hall and looked up at the Buddha.

He arrives when the rooster crows in the morning, and leaves when the sun sets...

This weird behavior couldn't help the little monk not paying attention to him.

He always felt that this person wanted to take advantage of people's unpreparedness to steal things, but when he thought about his dilapidated monastery, the Buddha statues were somewhat incomplete, so what else could people worry about?
However, he still went to the abbot of the Dharma Association to ask how to deal with it.

The Fahui just glanced at the man from a distance, then shook his head and said, "Don't disturb him, let him go."

After the abbot said so, the little novice didn't care about that person.

However, the little novice still insisted on sitting on the sidelines to look at the benefactor every day. He always felt that this person was different...

Just like that, a month has passed.

The man finally changed, he walked out of the Daxiong Palace with a disappointed face, and came to the Dharma Hall.

It is said that the hall is a hall, but it is actually a small thatched house with five futons inside.

Every day, there is a big monk talking about Buddhism in it, and three young monks are sitting there dozing off and listening.

He only listened for three days before leaving.

He didn't stop in the abbot's room, and walked through the abbot's room to the Arhat hall.

The so-called Arhat Hall only had one wall left, and this wall was leaning against the edge of the cliff. Under the wind and sun, the arhats on it were not clear.Moreover, some arhats have obviously been destroyed by others, and they are so dilapidated that they can no longer see their original appearance.

But this person didn't dislike him, instead, he came here every day, and stood at this place every day to watch the Arhat Wall, the clouds behind the wall, and the mountains and birds.

On this day, a Buddha's call suddenly sounded.

"Amitabha."

The man didn't return, he just said lightly: "Master, what's the matter?"

"Benefactor, the poor monk here has a volume of Buddhist scriptures, would you like to read it?" the abbot asked.

The man turned his head, took the Buddhist scriptures, and said, "Thank you."

The abbot of the Dharma meeting said: "Benefactor, why don't you go to the meditation room to watch?"

However, the troubled man shook his head and said, "No need, just stay there."

The man pointed to the dead bodhi tree and said, and then went straight to the bottom of the bodhi tree, and sat down facing the dilapidated arhat wall.

He looked at the Arhat Wall and asked, "It's a pity that the painting on this wall has been destroyed."

The abbot of the Fahui said calmly: "This is a mural in the heyday of the Tang Dynasty. It has been immortalized for thousands of years. However, when the Daxia Kingdom suffered disaster, this Arhat Hall was destroyed at that time..."

(End of this chapter)