Poverty

Chapter 101
"That monk is in the Qinglong Temple, and we will do it tonight, and we have to deal with it."

A voice suddenly came from the night, and Li Yanchu froze for a moment.

There is an old Taoist in this room, holding a whisk in his hand, and a middle-aged swordsman, with a long and narrow sword in his hand, which is one foot longer than ordinary swords.

Li Yanchu heard Fang Qinglan, a disciple of a famous school, mention that people who use this kind of long sword generally have more vicious swordsmanship than ordinary people, and it is easier to use their swords to go sideways.

This old Taoist looked like a fairy, but his eyebrows were a little cold, and he might not be a kind person.

Li Yanchu planned to get closer in the primordial state and listen carefully to what they were saying.

But the old Taoist suddenly looked at the place where he was hiding.

"Where is fellow daoist eavesdropping again!?"

The old man suddenly gave a cold drink.

Then a yellow talisman came out, and there was a trace of thunder in the yellow talisman.

Li Yanchu was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect this old man to be so alert.

And hit it right away, without hesitation!
He turned sideways to avoid the yellow talisman.

Then I saw the old Taoist remove a gossip mirror from his bosom, held it up in his hand, and pointed it directly at Li Yanchu!
A white light shot out from the gossip mirror, containing a scorching aura.

This kind of breath has a great restraint effect on the soul!
Li Yanchu fled away immediately, and did not fight with him!

It's just that he has a little more understanding of the other party's ruthlessness. If it weren't for him to have the spirit official's invitation amulet to protect the primordial spirit.

The gossip mirror in the opponent's hand will completely hurt his soul.

"Qinglong Temple? Could it be targeting Master Huizhen?"

In Qinglong Temple.

In a spacious monk's room.

Master Huizhen sat on the bed, his expression was a little touched, his eyes were as sharp as a knife.

Opposite stood a young monk.

He was tall and handsome, and he was wearing a white monk's robe, with a faint jade luster lingering on his skin.

His physique is stronger than ordinary martial arts practitioners, and just standing there, his breath is as thick as a mountain.

Gives a very dangerous feeling.

"Uncle Huizhen, you are too persistent. Why do you have to investigate the matter of Uncle Huaixin? Wouldn't it be good to honestly go to Lingxi Temple to recite scriptures and practice Zen?"

The voice of the young monk is very textured and has a special charm, but it feels a little frivolous at this time.

Master Huizhen's complexion darkened, and he said in a cold voice: "Guan Xin, you are a very talented junior in the Buddhist sect, but you didn't expect to be willing to degenerate and join the naked sect."

The young monk named Guanxin sneered, and said lightly: "Nowadays is a time of great controversy, what's the point of blindly practicing meditation behind closed doors, Master Huaixin is also moved by the heart, and wants to find the elixir. Only then will he die."

Master Huizhen said in a deep voice: "I said that Huaixin couldn't have died at the hands of wild beasts. Even the mandrill couldn't be Huaixin's opponent. Did you make the move?"

His eyes fixed on the young monk.

Monk Guanxin smiled: "Master Huizhen would have guessed it a long time ago. If it weren't for my big handprint, how could Master Huaixin be torn apart so easily by the mandrill."

There was a tinge of complacency in his words.

Master Huizhen showed a look of sorrow and sorrow, as if lamenting that his younger brother Huaixin had a high level of cultivation, but in the end he was murdered by people in the Buddhist sect.

"Okay! It's good if you dare to admit it. Today, the poor monk will get rid of you, a Buddhist scum!"

Monk Guanxin looked very calm, and said with a light smile, "Uncle Master is too confident, just now he was hit by my Mahamudra move, the meridians in the body are not feeling well right now."

"It's better to hand over the broken jade in your hand to help the little monk win the first prize in the Weicheng Cave Paradise, so as to avoid the pain of flesh and blood."

It turned out that Master Fangcai Huizhen had no defense against this late-night visiting monk Guanhai.

In other words, he didn't expect the opponent to attack so quickly and so poisonously.

In a hurry, he was already injured!

Master Huizhen's body was full of golden light, and a little bit of golden lacquer appeared from the top of his head, and soon covered his whole body.

The whole person is like a golden man.

"King Kong is not bad!?"

A strange look flashed in Monk Guanxin's eyes, and the next moment he launched an attack!

clang!
His fists and feet carried violent air waves, and his casual strike contained the majestic force of breaking mountains and cracking rocks!

It hit Master Huizhen's chest, and there was a loud sound like Hong Zhong Dalu.

Echoes in this Zen room of Qinglong Temple!
call!
Master Huizhen waved the heavy Zen stick in his hand, and the soft Buddha power poured into it, and the Zen stick suddenly doubled in size!
Like a house pillar!
Sweeping directly at Monk Guanxin, the momentum is like wind and thunder!
Monk Guanxin greeted him directly with a palm, and with a single palm, he pressed against the Zen staff infused with the great power of Buddhism!
boom!
The blue bricks under Monk Guanxin's feet were cracked inch by inch, spreading out directly!
A wave of air visible to the naked eye spread out, layer by layer like water waves.

The windows and doors in the room were opened in an instant, and there was a strong wind!
The two of them moved their hands in the meditation room of Qinglong Temple, and each of them turned into afterimages!

boom! boom! boom!
The momentum was enormous, and the roar of the huge battle echoed in Qinglong Temple.

Many monks were awakened, and they all put on clothes and came from their respective residences.

Boom!

As soon as many people arrived here, they saw a middle-aged monk who was covered in gold paint, like a golden man, broke through the roof of the meditation room and flew out.

Just floating in the air so quietly, with his palms folded, his body was covered with a layer of soft and grand Buddha light, like a living Arhat!
This mage from Lingxi Temple has reached an extremely high level of cultivation!

Otherwise, he couldn't rely on his own strength to avoid the mysterious old man in black robe!

This master Huizhen is a well-known master in Buddhism.

But what is surprising is.

The young monk Guan Xin unexpectedly rushed out afterwards, with tremendous power contained in his hands and feet, he was inextricably fighting against the Zen stick flying in the air!

"It's Master Huizhen, and Guanxin!"

"Guan Xin actually has this kind of cultivation!?"

"Why did the two of them start fighting!?"

The monks in Qinglong Temple talked a lot, but they didn't come forward for a while.

Monk Guanxin was also born in Lingxi Temple, but this person is talented, not only born with supernatural power, but also has advanced cultivation, so he left Lingxi Temple a long time ago.

He went to the Daxiangguo Temple in the capital to practice. He is a well-known figure among the younger generation.

Master Huizhen is an eminent monk of Lingxi Temple, and is the uncle of Guanxin according to his seniority.

How did these two start fighting! ?

Rumbling--

The fight between Monk Guanxin and Master Huizhen made a huge sound, dust was flying, and a deep pit appeared on the ground from time to time, which was extremely frightening.

The monks of Qinglong Temple looked at each other and moved away from here one after another.

(End of this chapter)