Taoist chanting

Chapter 433 Unpredictable, or Confused?
Amidst the sound of howling through the air, the roots of the bamboo became sharp and sharp, and stabbed repeatedly at the monk who had almost no resistance. entangled opponent.

The monk cursed and used the knuckles of the second finger of his right hand as a mallet, and slammed it heavily on the back of the floating wooden fish in front of him.

He was able to keep his five-foot foothold because of Muyu's instinct to protect the Lord.

"Boom", the blazing white light bloomed again on the top of the mountain, more fierce than before, and spread out rapidly.

There was a dense sound of "squeaking" in the air, and countless stabbed bamboo spears and roots collided with the invisible white light, instantly turned into ashes, and swept away with the strong wind, forming billowing smoke.

"get out!"

The intense white light distorted the air, and the figure in the middle was shaking and unreal, not so real. The monk's voice could not conceal his hatred, and he knocked hard again.

"Boom", the wooden fish sound wave exploded on the hillside more than a hundred feet away.

The rocks splashed, and a group of blue and misty figures jumped out in embarrassment, and fled towards the northwest.

He thought that the monk had ordered to kill, his mood was unstable and his strength would be greatly damaged, so he could take the opportunity to kill him, but who knew that the kick hit the iron plate, and the monk who had issued the killing order simply smashed the pot and smashed it, and wanted to catch someone who was behind him and die together.

The cyan figure's intestines are regretful, why is he so impatient?Wait any longer.

"Die!"

The wooden fish made a third sound, and a white light pierced through the air, turning into a light spear and flying into the air in a flash.

The green figure waved and threw a bamboo shield and a bamboo joint, "Puff", the speed of the light spear was extremely fast, piercing the green shield and bamboo joints that had just been rotated and enlarged one after another, turning into a lightning strike, piercing the road It was too late to dodge the startled figure.

Zhang Wenfeng and the donkey both stopped three hundred feet away when the monk broke out and struck the wooden fish.

Seeing the figure in the northwest staggering and turning around, it was a short old man with a green face and blue hair, holding a bamboo stick in his hand, and there was a fist-sized hole in his chest, no blood gushed out, and the blue-black mist gushed out. Chung.

Zhang Wenfeng recognized the old man as a bamboo sprite, with high morals and scheming.

It's just bad luck to run into the hands of such a powerful monk.

The short figure showed torn cracks, and countless mist came out. The monk tried his best to strike and cut off the vitality of the green bamboo old man. Hatred appeared on the old man's face, and he tremblingly said: "Monk, your compassionate heart... It's all fake! You deliberately lured me to take action, you should go to Abi Hell, and you will never be reborn!"

The monk holding the wooden fish with both hands was bleeding from the seven orifices, which was terrible to watch. He laughed a few times: "'Buddha has compassion, but also has the angry eyes of the Vajra'. After all the good words, the monk still feels more happy to pick up the butcher's knife again. Please remember, monks cannot go to hell, and you, a spirit who has been harming the world for hundreds of years, will not have an afterlife."

As the monk's words fell, the old bamboo sprite who hadn't taken advantage of it dispersed in the air with a "bang".

Under the sun, only a green bamboo fell straight down, and the green and black mist was blown away by the wind.

There was a dead silence at the foot of the mountain, and the surviving bandits watched their big leader appear to sneak attack, and was killed by the monk in twos and twos, they felt chilled in their hearts.

If there is only one monk, they may still be able to sneak away while the monk and the big boss have lost both sides and are now miserable.

One man and one donkey rushing from the air made most of them despair.

When the snipe and the clam fight, the fisherman will benefit, and if there is an advantage in the wild, there will be a thunder strike, and the monk will also be doomed.

At the same time, Zhang Wenfeng transmitted the sound to the donkey and the three fairies with a strong sense of justice: "Lu Zijin, do you still think that the monk needed help earlier?"

How can a donkey who doesn't take the opportunity to educate and only walk around in Da'an and toward the small rivers and lakes without knowing the dangers of the world stand up to this ups and downs?Since the monk can deal with a large number of bandits in the wild for two months, can he be treated like an idler?
If you have no means of saving your life, you are not worthy to go to the rivers and lakes to do good deeds and righteous deeds.

Furthermore, who is good and who is evil, how can it be possible to distinguish clearly in a short time?

He and the donkey walked in the wild rivers and lakes. With their abilities, there was nothing to be afraid of, but they still sailed carefully.

The donkey was silent, and the monk had a way of hiding it. He was a cunning guy, and he wasn't particularly angry. His heart was really complicated.

The three little spirits also didn't expect the monk to have the means to solve all the troubles easily. Their innocent hearts were shocked, why did the monk call for help so loudly?

"Use your brain more before you act next time, and take care of some nosy things."

Zhang Wenfeng didn't say much, he just said, "But do good deeds, don't ask about the future" is not suitable in the wild.

He believes that the donkey can improve after this experience, but after all, he has read less books and listened to more rivers and lakes stories.

"understood."

The donkey muffled the sound transmission, and glanced at the monk on the hill below who was covered in blood.

It can't see the weakness of the monk's life hanging by a thread. On the contrary, compared with the previous distorted face, the monk's whole aura is very different, as if he has stepped out of pain.

The monk looked up at a man and a donkey in the air, wiped the blood on his face with the sleeve of his left hand, clasped his hands together, and said, "Fellow Daoist, don't you want to pick up a ready-made bargain?"

Zhang Wenfeng ignored it, and the donkey said "watch the wind in the sky, take care of Lu Xiner and the others", and descended to the foot of the mountain.

The donkey understood, and its gaze suddenly became sharp, staring closely at the seemingly harmless but dangerous monk. As long as the monk showed signs of attack, its Leifa would hit the bald head without hesitation.

The monk hurriedly said: "Don't bother fellow Taoists, wait for the little monk to rest for a while, and explain the truth to them."

In a hurry, he stuck his feet in the rocky ground and couldn't pull them out. He couldn't stop the Taoist priest from cutting the weeds and roots. Even if he broke the killing ring, he still wanted to let the few living bandits go. He wanted to understand some truths.

Zhang Wenfeng poked his hand, and the shadow of his empty palm grabbed a man who was struggling to resist in the air, and threw it to Fan Chongfeng's side like a chicken. I'll heal your wounds, and of course I don't mind strangling a few disobedient ones."

His brilliant "photographing technique" shocked several other men who wanted to touch the talisman. Those who survived were all second-level monks, so they recognized that the person who did it was a third-level master, and they didn't know what this person was doing. ?To heal them?
Fan Chongfeng hurriedly stepped forward and shouted: "Brothers, don't move around, listen to the senior's arrangement."

He had already communicated a lot of words with Mr. Zhang, and saluted with a flattering smile on his face: "Thank you, senior, for healing us!"

The few men he took in were all dead, and no one recognized Mr. Zhang in front of him.

The monk touched his bald head and was confused by what the Taoist priest did.

He didn't believe that Taoist priests would be so kind to treat and heal all bandits?
When he called for help earlier, the Taoist refused very simply, with a heart of stone, he didn't have the slightest intention to fight. It was because the donkey came rushing to help for some reason, and the Taoist followed, he could see clearly.

Zhang Wenfeng stretched out his hands and threw the six living bandits together. He pretended to make a formula with his hands. After he finished reciting the scriptures silently, he raised his hand, and a green mist appeared above the heads of the restless people. "Supernatural powers healed several bandits.

The bandits, including Fan Chongfeng, suffered serious internal shock injuries. In such a dangerous place, it would be more troublesome to rely on meditation to recover.

Under the nourishment of the green mist, the effect was immediate. The wounds in the bodies of several bandits improved greatly, and Fan Chongfeng among them naturally received more care invisibly.

The reason why he helped Fan Chongfeng was originally for Fan Chongfeng, otherwise why would he bother?
In about a word, the green mist disappeared into the sky.

Fan Chongfeng, who was meditating, pretended to be surprised and inexplicably got up, clasped his fists and saluted. The other people were not stupid, and they all saluted and thanked.

Zhang Wenfeng's face was calm, and said: "Thank you, there is no need. You guys take out all the treasures on your body, and you are allowed to keep a weapon for self-defense. Hurry up, and treat it as my reward for shooting."

The six men looked at each other, and it took a long time to react.

Have they been robbed?
The monk touched his bald head and muttered, "Can it still be like this?"

The image of the Taoist priest became blurred in his mind, why couldn't he understand it.

Unfathomable, or playing tricks?
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(End of this chapter)