Yuan Shi Tian

Chapter 44 Critical survival

The black man waved his axe, making a whirring sound.

Zheng!Zheng!Zheng!
The shadow of the stick dissipated, and Xun Shaoyu fired out dozens of sticks.

Each stick was so powerful that it collided with the axe.

Strong force came one after another, making the black man's hands tremble and his fingers numb.

"Drink..." Ming Yuan and other monks formed a formation and separated Xun Shaoyu and Heisi Zhouza in a triangle.

These three monks have been working together for many years and have a good understanding of each other.

Once the three of them set up their formation, their power would increase almost geometrically.

Even if Hei Si's men had a few cronies who were willing to die for him, they could not break the power of these three monks.

"Of Tena,"

Hei Si couldn't attack for a long time. He was so angry that he threw the ax at Xun Shaoyu.

The broad ax rotates 360 degrees, constantly rotating, as if a tornado is being bred, whizzing over.

Xun Shaoyu held his whistle stick upside down and said sarcastically: "Bullshit..."

hum! !With five fingers grasped, Xun Shaoyu threw the whistle stick as if it were a javelin.

Strong tremors, bright energy bursting out, adding a lot of strength.

The black whistle stick, like a black lightning, swept up the axe, which was a tornado, and flew directly away.

"Roar!"

The black guy lost his weapon, became ferocious and roared loudly.

His big hands tore his shirt apart, revealing his chest covered with black hair.A hint of the beast's aura emerged on him.

But this black guy is also serious, he has an iron frame.

Although he has no knowledge of internal or external martial arts, in terms of aura, he is comparable to those who have mastered martial arts.

His arms were spread out, and his muscles were bumpy and intertwined, full of strength. He jumped forward, and the fishy wind blew up.

Xun Shaoyu's face was serious, he didn't dodge or dodge, and his figure suddenly hit the black man's arms.

A master from outside the family has a bad breath.

Killing intent arises spontaneously, and it will happen if you don't take action. Once you take action, it will definitely be a killing move!
The black man wrapped his arms around him like iron pillars, intending to crush the little monk who leaned into his arms into mincemeat.

This black guy's muscles and bones are far different from ordinary people, and the strength of his arms is comparable to that of an accomplished outsider, with a strength of up to a thousand kilograms.

This is also the reason why he can dominate the battlefield with his brute strength even though he has no knowledge of boxing or martial arts.

However, Hei Si is full of evil spirit, does not know the internal and external skills, and has a flaw in the change of moves.

Xun Shaoyu's right hand pecked Hei Si's chest at a tricky angle, as fast as lightning.

This peck was sinister and sinister, like a vulture looking for food, deeply embedded in Hei Si's flesh and blood.

"Ah ah ah..."

In pain, he suddenly hugged his arms.

The force of a thousand kilograms is so terrifying, even if a fierce tiger is in his arms, his bones will be broken and his tendons will be broken.

However, before Hei Si could close his arms, Xun Shaoyu's body shook, his fingers stretched out, and his two hands were clasped on Hei Si's shoulders.

This claw of his shows a sinister and ruthless nature.

"Gah! Boom!"

At this moment, several cracks appeared on the shoulder bones of the black man.

These moves are the boxing and martial arts that Xun Shaoyu has mastered.

Innate Arhat Fist, Yuanshi Eighteen Hands!
It seems that Buddhist martial arts is upright and upright.

However, when the yang dies and the yin emerges, the extreme of light is the abyss of darkness.

Xun Shaoyu displayed the viciousness and cruelty in this to the fullest.

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Daxiong Palace!

Several monks of the "Liao" generation had their eyes fixed, either annoyed or angry.

Monk Liao Tong stood with his hands behind his back, and dozens of monks of "Yuan" generation on the left and right were silently reciting scriptures.

Xun Shaoyu strode into the palace covered in blood.

When Monk Liaotong saw Xun Shaoyu's embarrassed appearance, he frowned.Even the string of purple jade beads that were slowly moving between his fingers stopped temporarily.

"Master," he said with determination on his face, and with a flick of his gray monk's robe, the black and red marks became more and more conspicuous.

Needless to say, all the monks knew what he had just experienced.

An eminent monk of the "Le" generation suddenly came out and shouted loudly: "Yuanzhen, the pure Buddhist hall, the bright and quiet place, how can it be stained with blood?"

He waved his monk's robe vigorously, and said: "Don't go out yet, don't pollute this great hero's hall, solemn and solemn!"

This monk with the word 'Leo' has a bit of surprise in his expression.But most of them are angry.

"Master, uncles,"

Xun Shaoyu didn't panic and bowed first.

No matter who it is, seeing Xun Shaoyu's performance, he will inevitably give him the evaluation of "not alarmed in times of chaos".

The monk who had just spoken out and scolded Xun Shaoyu became even more angry when he saw this scene.

This monk of the "Le" generation came from the Discipline Academy and was in charge of the whole temple and the Discipline matters.He has the most upright temperament, and his eyes cannot tolerate any flaws.

The monk scolded him sternly and said: "Get out!!"

Xun Shaoyu felt a chill in his heart and narrowed his eyes slightly.

For a moment, the atmosphere was a little dull, causing the monks of the 'Le' and 'Yuan' generations to turn their gazes slightly.

"Okay, Junior Brother Jing,"

Just when the situation was about to get out of hand, Monk Liaotong stopped this 'farce' with a wave of his hand.

The great monk Lingtong took a deep look at his junior brother who was as stubborn as ever.

At this moment, if you weren't a great monk, you would know that this junior brother didn't mean any bad things.It's just that in terms of personality, I don't know how to adapt.

If you understand the great monk, you will not be so calm.

After meeting the great monk Tong, he said calmly: "The army is surrounding the temple, and the whole temple is closed. I don't know if we can save our lives, let alone others?"

"Junior brother, don't stop eating because of choking because of this!"

This voice is not loud, but if used correctly, it has a deafening and enlightening effect.

Ci'an Temple's [-]-year foundation is at stake!
Nowadays, no matter what it is, it is not very important in their eyes.

When Liao Jing heard this, his face turned a little red.

"Brother..."

He was about to argue a few words, but Tong Tong gave him an indifferent look.

This glance made a chill suddenly rise in his heart, and he couldn't help but shut up.

Seeing this, Monk Lingtong also withdrew his gaze and shook his head secretly.

Now in this critical moment, we still have to take care of those side issues!
In the current crisis, at this time, what is the point of worrying about any precepts?

However, since Liao Tong is the abbot of a temple after all, he cannot reprimand Liao Jing for his actions. It is completely wrong.

Monk Liaokong said lightly: "What's your matter, you might as well tell me, why do you need to step into this solemn holy place with all your blood?"

The monk's face was dull and his Dharma Eyes quietly opened.

Together, they carry the fate of heaven and the green energy of the earth.Standing vertically, under his eyes.

The green energy is awe-inspiring and motionless in all directions, as if there is rising auspiciousness, with three colors, gathering together but not dispersing.

This monk has profound Buddhist teachings. With his divine vision, he can see the changes in the energy of the week at a glance.

Of course, if he were not Xun Shaoyu, he would be his nominal disciple, and the cause and effect would be huge.

Just relying on the monk's clairvoyance, it is impossible to detect this wonderful change in the weather.

The energy of heaven and earth, the foundation of the world, how can it be allowed to be viewed wantonly?

Xun Shaoyu's green energy actually spreads out an acre of magnificent mountains and rivers in the void. The splendid rivers and mountains are like this scroll of canvas.

"This destiny... the weather is too prosperous,"

He muttered in his heart and pondered for a long time.

For the great monk, the chaos at this time was nothing but trivial and easy to deal with, leaving him unable to feel the slightest emotion.

This is the confidence of Ci'an Temple!

After five hundred years of wind and rain, Ci'an Temple can still exist.

Nowadays, it will not be so easy to decline in the chaos and waste decades of hard work.

In the past few years, Monk Liaotong deliberately guided Xun Shaoyu to study the history of military strategy and war, and intended to make Xun Shaoyu a famous minister.

Of course, if you understand the monk's thoughts, only the round light can give you a glimpse of it from top to bottom of the temple.

However, ministers have their duties as ministers, and monarchs also have their duties as monarchs, which cannot be exceeded even in the slightest.

Once the king and his ministers obey their orders, it is beyond balance.

What is shown is that the weak minister dominates the strong, or the appearance of a powerful minister.

This alone was far from what he had in mind.

Xun Shaoyu had no way of knowing what Tong was thinking.

You must know that Xun Shaoyu did not have the hope of youth because he was truly favored by destiny.

It is the True Shape Map of the Five Mountains, this treasure that, to a certain extent, changed Xun Shaoyu's innate destiny and made him what he is today.

Regardless of whether it is innate or acquired, the weather is reflected.Even the old monk, with his profound Buddhist teachings, could not see the slightest clue.

Xun Shaoyu solemnly bowed his head and said solemnly: "Master, brothers and sisters, the riots outside the temple are raging and there are many thieves. Even though our temple has elite monks and soldiers, they can fight to the death and still cannot save the temple."

"Please also ask all the chief master uncles to pack up and break out with the monk soldiers."

Some monks of the 'Yuan' generation were shocked and even panicked.

"how is this possible?"

Monk Liaojing said in disbelief: "I, the disciples of Luohan Hall, are all equal to ten, how could they end up like this?"

"It's impossible!"

This is absolutely true and there is no doubt about it.

The five hundred monk soldiers in Luohan Hall are extraordinary and comparable to an army of five thousand.

In the eyes of the eminent monks, even if thousands of troops surrounded the temple, they would be able to do so with ease.

Xun Shaoyu sneered and said, "The current situation has changed, so five hundred monk soldiers is a lot."

"Those thieves are outside, and we are inside. We can only watch helplessly as those thieves capture the strong and drive away the old and the weak."

"One thing is going down, another is going up, Ci'an Temple is in danger!"

While Xun Shaoyu spoke, the green air above his head rippled slightly.

This ripple is the wonder of Qi, between what is possible and what is impossible.

For a moment, the green energy intertwined, and the ripples became more and more conspicuous.

Xun Shaoyu's words were exaggerated and made the situation worse.But there is some truth in it.

It's just that monks don't follow others' advice, how can they trust unreservedly.

The use of luck makes these principles more and more difficult to ignore.

(End of this chapter)