But at some point, hundreds of people from the rivers and lakes came up halfway through the mountain, surrounding a mountain temple that was eroded by time.

Those who surrounded the ruined temple, either holding a knife, carrying a sword, carrying a gun, or posing a bow, didn't say a word, but there was a lot of murderous aura, waiting for a command.

A dozen men in black who looked like leaders stood a few feet away from the temple gate, confronting the little monk who didn't know where to go.

I saw the young monk about twenty years old, wearing a patchwork robe, with red lips and white teeth, and his eyebrows and eyes as picturesque. He was really more handsome than a young girl.

But it was such a young elder who looked at the shady sword that was shaking and bloodless. He closed his eyes slightly and sat cross-legged in front of the door, chanting the Buddha's name in a low voice, looking countless strange and strange.

The men in black couldn't see through the little monk. Look at me and look at you, looking at each other, with a sense of caution, they were stopped for a moment.

After a while, a man with a long sword on his back was a thunderbolt face scratched his ears and his forehead was impatient: "You little monk with fine skin and tender flesh, why don't you get out of here quickly for the uncle. Be careful of the sword in the uncle's hand. The sword energy is too long and scratches your face. Guanyin Bodhisattva comes to cause trouble for me at night."

"Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva comes to cause trouble for you at night? Lei Gong's face, you think beautifully." Someone laughed.

"Don't let people dream during the day, and don't let people dream at night?" Before the Lei Gong Face Swordsman could answer, someone answered for him first, which made him so angry that he blew his beard and stared at him.

When the young monk heard this, he stopped chanting Buddha's name. He raised his head and said in a compassionate tone: "Amitabha, if you sweep the floor, you may hurt the lives of ants. You will cherish moths and gauzes and lamps. Everyone is raised by their fathers and mothers, and their flesh and blood bodies are not resurrected. Why bother to harm each other?"

The swordsman of Lei Gong's face shouted loudly: "His grandma, the old man's wealth is on them. If you want to block me, you will cut off my wealth. Cutting off people's wealth is like killing parents. You are going to kill my parents. The parents' hatred is irreconcilable. Don't blame the old man for slashing you with one sword."

The little monk's eyes drooped: "The sky thunder added to wash the skin and flesh, and the catastrophe fire burned the heart to refine the muscles and bones."

"This monk is squeaking, what's the noise?" Lei Gong-faced swordsman asked a middle-aged man next to him holding a pair of judge's pens.

"He said he was not afraid of heavenly thunder, nor fear of catastrophe fire, nor fear of swords, so you can just use the sword to cut him." The middle-aged man replied sneeringly.

When the swordsman on Thunder King's face heard this, he squeezed out a grim smile and pulled out the long sword behind him with a clang. The sword light was as cold as the silver rainbow washed the moon, and it buzzed with the blessing of internal force.

"Good sword!" someone cheered.

A proud look appeared on the swordsman's face, and Chuo Jian pointed flat: "Little monk, since you insist on cutting off the old man's wealth, don't blame the old man for letting you see what blood is like. When you arrive at King Yama, you will say that you asked for it."

"Well said!" Someone cheered again.

The dozen men in black looked at each other. The little monk was too calm, so they became suspicious and did not dare to act rashly. At this time, a reckless man really needed to take the lead and open up a situation.

The Lei Gong-faced swordsman, who was excited by the cheers, could no longer help but pinch the sword technique, stepped out in one step, and arrived in front of the little monk in the blink of an eye. This attainment of light skills was extraordinary.

"The sword breaks the sky light!" The swordsman in Lei Gong's face shouted.

He wanted to break through the dark clouds for the court to see the blue sky, so the long sword in his hand had not yet fallen on the head of the little monk, and the extremely sharp sword energy was snatched out.

Seeing that the little monk's head was about to be split, red and white flowed to the ground, only a puff sound was heard. The long sword slashed heavily on the little monk's bare forehead. The remaining sword energy stirred the dust and spread out like a blanket, sank into the darkness in the temple.

However, the swordsman of Lei Gong Face did not see the little monk's heart. His extremely sharp sword did not break the little monk's bald head, and even left a mark.

"Iron Head Kung?"

The swordsman with Lei Gong Face was shocked, afraid that he would use his old move, so the young monk took the opportunity to hurt him. Before he could take back the sword, he danced out a ball of sword flowers to protect him firmly. At the same time, his feet shook and he retreated three feet away in an instant.

But when he stood still, he found that the little monk was still sitting cross-legged, as if he was still as a mountain.

"My heart is as calm as if it is still moving in the mountains, pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger?" someone shouted in the crowd.

Then he heard a loud breeze, and an arrow roared towards the little monk's chest.

Shoot the sun and draw the bow, and someone will die!

This is the arrow shot by the Yishuilou killer nicknamed Shooting Sun, known as the Arrow God, and it is no problem to penetrate the gold and crack the stone.

Click!

With a crisp sound, the arrow feathers broke and fell in front of the little monk.

There was no pain and no blood splattering. The little monk didn't even raise his eyebrows. Just as he sat cross-legged before, his expression was calm, as if he was meditating in a temple, without any moves or postures.

"The magical power protects the body, and is invulnerable to swords and guns. Is this the Thirteen-Hori-Hori-Hori-Hori-Hori-Hori-Hori-Hori-Hori-Hori-Hori-Hori-Hori-Hori-Hori-Hori-Hori-Hori-Hori-Hori-Hori-Hori-Hori-Hori-Hori-Hori-Hori-Hori-Hori-Hori-Hori-Hori-Hori-Hori-Hori-Hori-Hori-Hori-Hori-Hori-Hori-Hori-Hori-Hori-Hori-Hori-Hori-Hori-Hori-Hori-Hori-Hori-Hori-Hori-Hori-Hori

As soon as the scream fell, three more arrows formed a qi and broke in front of the little monk.

But at this moment, in everyone's eyes, the little monk was born with a magnificent momentum of amidst abyss.

Everyone was shocked and doubted, and the young monk suddenly sighed: "The life and death in the world are all for profit, and they will not stop until Wujiang."

"Is this anger, are you going to take action?"

When everyone heard this, they couldn't help but take a few steps back.

A bystander Nie Xiaoqian saw the martial arts masters who were so vigorous that they were all over the place, and she found a gap to surround the circle.

By the way, she looked at the little monk. She wanted to see what was magical about this little monk, but unexpectedly she bumped into a pair of clear eyes like the sky.

"Can he see me?"

Nie Xiaoqian was stunned when she saw the little monk smiling at her, and nodding as if she was signaling her.

"It turns out that I can see me, but it seems that there is no malice." Nie Xiaoqian thought to herself and had already arrived in the temple.

In the temple, Wang Lin was safe and sound. He pressed Cao Yuxuan's shoulder with one hand and stood in the corner on guard.

In addition, there were several more people in the temple, and they were people they met.

Nie Xiaoqian looked over one by one, Yan Changtian, Lu Zhengdao, Yan Li, Zhu Weiming and Si Niang, stood or stood, almost everyone was injured.

I haven't seen each other for a few days, and there are only five people left in such a large juggling troupe.

Although she was confused, Nie Xiaoqian was not in a hurry to show her appearance. There were many martial arts masters outside, and her qi and blood were rushing, which made her seriously injured. It was useless to show her appearance.

"The Buddha's voice also has a passion, and the martial arts of the world come from Shaolin."

A sudden sound of Lang Lang's speech came from outside the temple. The sound was like the rushing Yangtze River, surging all over the fields, and it was very loud, as if it could sweep away all ghosts and monsters.

"Master Fu, you've misread this. Shaolin Temple cannot come out of such a stunning and beautiful person."

As soon as the words were finished, someone answered, his voice was dull, but it was like a face-to-face conversation, and the sound was clear and clear.

Then everyone saw two figures as if they were coming by the wind, floating in front of them.

"The Lord Fu has arrived."

"Master Qingsong has also arrived."

"It is just needed Master Fu and Master Qingsong to take charge of the overall situation."

He speaks loudly and is called "Master Fu Zhuang" by everyone. He is only over fifty years old. He is gentle and has a clear appearance and a modest expression. He looks like a well-educated scholar.

Called "Tao Master Qingsong", he is wearing a navy blue Taoist robe, with a childish face, holding a whisk in his hands, and his face is three-smiling whenever he meets people.

Master Fu and Taoist Master Qingsong looked at each other, Taoist Master Qingsong nodded, and Lord Fu nodded.

The owner of the Fu immediately bowed his hand, cleared his throat, and said, "Since that's the case, then Fu will take it as his own."

"You are welcome to be polite by the Lord Fu."

"It should be like this."

...

Amid the crowd of echoes, Master Fu turned to the little monk and asked sternly: "I, Fu Chen, why is the little master here?"

Two other martial arts heroes came here, but the little monk's expression remained unchanged and talked freely: "Menagers do good deeds like grass in spring gardens, without seeing their growth, and increase day by day; those who do evil deeds are like stones that sharpen their swords, without seeing their damage, without seeing their losses every day."

Fu Chen's eyes were as righteous as the bright moon in the sky: "Didn't you hear that if you have the intention to do good, if you don't reward you, if you don't want to do evil, if you don't want to do evil, if you don't want to do evil, if you don't want to punish you?"

"The Master Fu said this is bad. If you have the will to do good, it is still good. If you have the will to do evil, it will eventually be evil. The so-called "will be good even if you have the will to do good, and if you have the will to do evil without the will to do evil, it is actually a ridiculous fallacy that encourages the evil people's arrogance." The young monk replied calmly.

Fu Chen, the owner of Zhengqi Villa, suddenly looked like he didn't expect the little monk to refute like this.

The others seemed to be unable to believe their ears, and they all spoke out loudly and scolded the little monk for being brave.

Priest Qingsong stared at the little monk for a few glances, thought of something, and tentatively said with a strange expression: "Monk is called bald donkey, is the sloppy young monk?"

Everyone's bodies were shocked. Although they scolded the little monk, they just scolded him for being bold and rude. Taoist Qingsong actually scolded him for being a bald donkey in front of a monk who had magical skills to protect his body and was afraid that it would be a little wrong.

For a moment, everyone held their breath and was alert, and was wary of the young monk's anger that he became evil from his heart and became brave.
Chapter completed!