"Quiet." The old monk calmed down, but the sound of his words spread throughout the Zen room, like thousands of hectares of blue waves, and for a moment actually suppressed the noisy sound in the Zen room.
"The abbot is out traveling, you still want to deceive me." The old monk is so old that there is no trace of color in his two hundred eyebrows. Although his face is gloomy at the moment, his face is still kind, and he shouted loudly , "The abbot has traveled back to the temple recently. If it is really difficult to make up his mind, just wait for the abbot to return before making a judgment. If everyone insists on their own opinions, it is better to study the Dharma with peace of mind and calm down the impetuous mind."
After everyone listened, they calmed down their tongues a little, sat down on the futon in the meditation room, and chanted sutras with peace of mind. Only the middle-aged monk in cassocks and the young monk in monk's robes looked at each other for two breaths, and then slowly Sit still.
The First Virtue and Taoism in the ancient Zhongtai Temple is, after all, second only to the abbot who travels around the world. Even if the monks still have lingering fire in their hearts, they must follow it, so in the ancient temple, the sound of chanting gradually begins.
The border where the Zhongtai Ancient Temple is located is not peaceful. Caravans of bandits often roam around the border between the two countries, and business travelers often travel there, which makes them rich in oil and water. Moreover, since it is located on the border of the territory, if you raise an army to suppress the bandits, you will be suspected of being a drunkard. Many disputes easily arise, so over the years, the caravan bandits have become more and more rampant. Fortunately, most of the monks in Zhongtai Temple practiced martial arts, and the abbot of the temple was extremely skilled, so they did not dare to provoke the surrounding caravans.
However, there are very few manpower in the temple. Counting the leader who has always practiced martial arts but rarely takes action, there are only forty or fifty monks. It is not easy to barely resist the intruders. Even if he does good deeds and protects the merchants and travelers, he still has some spare strength. insufficient.
The abbot also sighed, at this time of year, neither Xia Song nor Qi Ling wanted to be controlled by the rogue caravans outside their borders. It was so easy for the Nine Kingdoms to get some peaceful days, and no one wanted to be here easily. There are many disputes outside the country's borders; the whole world is like a bowl of still water resting on a slippery roof tile. Just a drop of rain from the sky can cause the water to spill on the bowl and smash it, but no one dares to make the slightest move.
Therefore, since the abbot traveled around the world, the Zhongtai ancient temple rarely opened its gates. All the religious ceremonies in the temple were just a formality, fearing that the thieves of the horse gang would take the opportunity to attack. After all, the abbot has protected many business travelers over the years. Such a large bell tower temple will inevitably make many thieves hate it.
Among the mountains, a man dressed in bright yellow walked slowly forward. Although his legs and feet seemed to be slow, he pointed his toes and took one step to change his footing on the top of a mountain. In the blink of an eye, dozens of peaks and mountains passed by his feet. One step further, one leap higher.
Probably feeling a little contented, the old man turned around and looked at the thick clouds in the sky, a smile suddenly appeared on his face.
God is thousands of feet away when he looks at it, but he can't touch his body more than ten feet away.
The monk's shoes touched the top of the snow-capped mountain an inch, and immediately there were layers of cracks like spider webs. His waist and feet used his strength, and in a split second, his figure soared into the sky.
The world can see heroes stepping on leaves and picking flowers, and can hear the Buddha strolling and making lotuses grow at every step, but he can't see King Kong walking like a mountain.
The sound of horse hooves is approaching.
Xu Jinyu stiffened and looked into the distance.
But I saw more than twenty riders riding through the snow and fog, lined up in a row, rushing on the snowy road, and within twenty breaths, they reached a few feet in front of me.
"What is that man doing standing alone in front of the temple in the cold weather and heavy clouds?" The leading man was wearing a sheepskin robe, sitting upright on a horse, looking down at Xu Jinyu from a high position, with a long sword without a sheath on his waist, and his eyes were shining in the cold. "Could it be that my mother-in-law had someone kidnapped her to live happily ever after, and she was hopeless, so she wanted to become a monk?" A person behind him laughed without any scruples.
In this cold and lonely sky, in the wilderness, there is only one person standing here. His face is covered with frost and his clothes are ragged. He claims that he is a hero who can defeat a hundred people. How can anyone believe him?
"It's really not true. Brother, take a look. Is there a pretty woman standing behind the carriage tent?" There was certainly a sharp-eyed leader among the caravan. He glanced behind the carriage tent and saw a woman in front of him. Taking care of the car tent, he whispered to the man in the sheepskin robe.
The man raised his eyes and saw a plump woman busy beside the car tent. He narrowed his eyes and said, "What a delicate woman, she is obviously a plump girl. The taste of this kind of woman is better than those of those with a clear soup." The little water girl is so strong."
When all the men heard this, their eyes became even hotter. In this snowy season, meeting a woman at the border is even rarer than bumping into an escort car escorting a hundred taels of gold and silver, not to mention the appearance of that woman. In the eyes of the people in this group of caravans, he was really considered a good person.
"Boy, if you are sensible, you can give that woman to us. Maybe I have mercy and let you escape for two miles. Maybe you can save your life. As for the woman, the caravan is very rich, so You don't have to worry about whether you will be rich or not in the next ten years, what do you think?" The leading man lowered his horse, and a long stream of white air flowed from his mouth and nose, almost spraying onto Xu Jin's jade-faced door.
From beginning to end, Xu Jinyu didn't say a word, just moved his feet gently.
"Don't want to?" The man sneered.
But Xu Jinyu's way of replying was to gently kick up the snowflakes in front of his feet with his toes.
In addition to the flying flowers, there was also a spear that vibrated.
Along the way, except for rushing, Xu Jinyu had no time to relax. From the first darkness of the sky to the darkness of night, he practiced spear practice for three or four hours every day. He stabbed more than 6,000 people, shocked more than 8,000 people, and carried 12,000 collapsed horses. Among them, the spear style has been learned to eighty-nine points.
When a spear is thrust out, it is like thunder running down a river, thousands of miles rolling with the tide, the thunder follows the waves, and is so fierce that it cannot be contained. Just like the long street that day, even if the old man raised his fist to hit the rain, and the sky penetrated the road, the flower gun was always smooth and smooth, as if there was nothing in front of him.
The man in the sheepskin robe died on the spot, and the blood flowed along with the snow and frost on the gun that had not been shaken away, and slowly fainted. Xu Jin shot the gun in his jade hand, but it looked like a red plum with proud snow, beautiful but not demonic, the first bloom of Ling Han.
The caravan was not a cowardly person. When they saw their leader killed by a gun, the more than 20 cavalrymen immediately retreated slightly, and then all rushed towards the young man carrying the gun. The horses stepped on the silver dust and the swords flashed. , in an instant, he was close.
Xu Jinyu let the light of the sword open and crossed the gun in his palm. With a slight movement, the horse's hoof, which was less than half a foot away from his head, was swept away by the gun. After sweeping and pushing for more than ten steps, the people in the caravan were very skilled in riding horses, but they could not withstand such physical strength. They fell to the ground and could not get up.
Another flash of sword light, the gun followed the wrist, the front center collapsed and the back center bulged, the spear tip penetrated the person's armpit, until the gun head was three inches out of the back, Xu Jinyu slowly withdrew the big gun, and once again killed one person .
If you are in an uninhabited land, even if the gun body has been dyed red by the excess blood in the blood tank, the young man who can make the gun, the gun style is still watertight, like an extension of the back of the arm.
In a moment, all the enemies were killed, and only a big spear was left, like a snake coiled in a cave, which poked its head out and spat out a message.
