Yue Buqun was shocked when he heard about Amitabha.
He knew that the backer behind Zuo Lengchan was here.
The sects are all based in the Songshan area. It would be crazy to say that there is no relationship between the Songshan sect and the Shaolin Temple.
If it were any other time, when he heard the Shaolin people coming, even if Yue Buqun was already innately cultivated, he would never dare to take action again.
But today, at the moment when the Shaolin monk's Buddhist chant sounded, the sword in Yue Buqun's hand not only did not stop, but actually moved faster.
You have a backer, and so does Yue.
Behind you is Shaolin, and behind me is the behemoth Xuan Yiwei. Who is afraid of whom?
But when he saw Yue Buqun's sword flying towards Zuo Lengchan like cold lightning, he was determined to kill him in the Liu family's mansion.
"stop!"
Outside the courtyard, an angry shout suddenly sounded, and then the door of Liu Mansion burst into pieces. Among the debris in the sky, several Buddhist beads erupted into balls of dazzling golden light, like flying fireballs. They attacked and killed Yue Buqun.
The sword in Yue Buqun's hand only had time to block one Buddhist bead before a huge force knocked the sword away. He could only watch helplessly as the remaining beads attacked him.
Buzz~~
Just when he was terrified, he suddenly felt his body swaying and being pulled by a force, barely able to avoid the speeding Buddha beads.
He breathed a long sigh of relief and subconsciously looked sideways, only to see that Song Xuan had arrived beside him at some point. It was his own master who had just taken action to save him from danger.
boom!
The remaining beads passed by Yue Buqun and hit a house in the Liu Mansion with a bang. The terrifying force burst out, exploding like a blazing sun, and shattered the house.
Seeing such a terrifying attack power, the onlookers were horrified, and Yue Buqun was dripping with cold sweat, with a look of fear on his face.
"Amitabha!"
Shaolin Master Xinmei, dressed in cassock, walked into the Liu Family Courtyard surrounded by several monks, and stared at Yue Buqun with a look of compassion on his face.
"Donor Yue, can you put down your hatred now?"
Yue Buqun's face changed several times, and his voice was a bit angry, "Master Xinmei, this is an internal matter of our Five Mountains Sword Sect. As a Shaolin monk, master is crossing the line by interfering in the affairs of other sects!"
Master Xinmei clasped his hands together and pronounced the Buddha's name, "Amitabha, the affairs of the Jianghu are under the control of Jianghu people. Donor Zuo has been defeated, but Donor Yue is still aggressive and wants to kill people. This will ruin the name of the Donor's Gentleman's Sword. Poor Donor The monk can only intervene rashly and hopes that the donor will forgive him."
As he spoke, he moved his eyes to look at Song Xuan who was standing next to Yue Buqun.
At this time, Song Xuan was dressed in a black robe and a bamboo hat. Outsiders could not tell his appearance at all, but Master Xinmei felt that he looked familiar, as if he had seen him somewhere.
"The poor monk acted too hastily just now and almost injured the benefactor Yue. Thank you to the benefactor for taking action in time. Otherwise, the poor monk would have injured others in order to save one person, which would have been a taboo in Buddhism.
Fortunately, there were no major casualties today. Why don't you listen to the reason why Donor Zuo insisted on stopping Liu Zhengfeng from washing his hands in the golden basin? What do you think is... Oops..."
Before he finished speaking, Master Xinmei felt a chill on his scalp and secretly exclaimed, 'Oops, I've been hit again! '
This feeling was all too familiar to him. It was this feeling when he was hit in the head by a watermelon rind for no apparent reason last time.
Sure enough, he raised his hand and touched his forehead. A piece of watermelon rind that had just been chewed was placed on his forehead.
Almost without thinking, he already understood who did it, and his heart sank even more, and he sighed helplessly.
What a bad luck, no matter where you go, you can meet this female Shura.
In front of everyone, you throw watermelon rinds at the poor monk's head. Does the poor monk not want to lose face?
"Master, we meet again!"
Song Xuan took off his bamboo hat and looked at Master Xinmei, who was pinching the watermelon rind with a half-smile, not knowing whether to be angry or timid.
You don't need to think about it to know that your heart and eyebrows must be feeling very complicated at this time.
No matter how pretentious he was when he appeared, he was very embarrassed at this moment. Buddhism always cares about face. If someone else dared to do this, this old monk would have gone crazy.
"It turns out it's the Master of Xuanmen who is in front of you!"
Seeing Song Xuan's face clearly, the aura that had just risen in Xinmei's body suddenly subsided. He really couldn't beat these brothers and sisters.
At this moment, he was full of luck. His attitude when he spoke was pretty good, and the watermelon rind thrown at him was a watermelon rind. Otherwise, if his attitude had been worse, what he had thrown at him might have been a hidden weapon.
"A member of Xuanmen, is this person the master of Xuanmen?"
Outside the courtyard, many martial arts people who heard what Master Xinmei said exclaimed, and there was a sudden noise outside the courtyard.
Not long ago, the old storyteller once said that among the masters in Mingzhou’s world today, the Master of Xuanmen can be called the number one!
I never thought that this legendary figure would appear in front of everyone. How could it not be surprising?
"Amitabha, I wonder what the Lord of Xuanmen means when he comes here?"
The eyebrows and eyebrows began to calculate in their hearts that the purpose of being invited by Zuo Lengchan this time was to scare the evil heretics. According to Zuo Lengchan, Liu Zhengfeng washing his hands in the golden basin today might attract masters of the evil sect.
For this reason, many masters from Shaolin came here. In addition to him, the abbot of Shaolin, Zen Master Dabei, will also arrive at Hengshan City today.
Could it be that the masters of the Demon Cult that Zuo Lengchan mentioned were the Song Xuan brother and sister?
If this is the case, then you have to carefully consider whether you want to go to the muddy waters of Shaolin. It is not in the interests of Shaolin to rashly become an enemy of a mysterious sect.
"I have some friendship with Master Yue. I have nothing to do, so I came here to talk to him about old times."
Song Xuan rubbed his right hand on the hilt of the sword, and looked at Master Xinmei with a calm expression, "Master Xinmei is so majestic, and he can kill you every time he strikes. Why, Master Yue is still alive, and is it interfering with you, great monk?" "
"Amitabha, it's the poor monk's fault!"
Xinmei admitted his defeat very frankly. Before the abbot, Zen Master Dabei, arrived, he would never anger the other person just for the sake of oral pleasure.
The name of Song Xuan, the master of Xuanmen, has been heard frequently in Shaolin recently.
The eminent monks in the temple had already judged this person's strength. He was definitely a top swordsman comparable to Ye Gucheng and Ximen Chuixue.
This kind of master is far beyond what he, a monk who only condensed the Flower of Qi, can contend with.
I can't even catch the rind of a watermelon. If I really do it, I will definitely end up like the Bodhisattva of Great Joy, who was pierced through the head with a sword and killed with one blow!
Song Xuan blinked. This old monk really would carry it out from the heart to the end. He would obey the weak when it was necessary. He didn't have the violent temper that people in the martial arts world often get angry at.
