A violent earthquake rippled through the ancient city of Minyue. No one could withstand the power of heaven and earth. The team of the Heaven and Earth Society was also cut into two pieces by a rolling boulder. Keba, the demon monk, showed his serious tattoos and walked on the flat ground. Come.
"Ma Ning'er, where do you want to run to?"
Keba's voice was eerie and terrifying. The martial arts people came forward to try to stop him, but he easily slit his throat with one hand like a knife, severing the artery and died.
The monster monk was in an extremely strange state. He was clasping his hands together, and there seemed to be a thick tapeworm crawling in the tattoo on his chest, snaking between the flesh and blood and boring into his heart. The huge pain made his eyes shine, as if he saw gods and Buddhas appearing in front of him, and supreme joy and freedom surged through his body.
The Iron-Blooded Youth League saw the situation and stepped forward. Their swords and shields combined into a rotating sword formation, attacking the passenger bus from front to back.
Before the sword array could reach him, the demon monk Keba resisted the siege of ten people with both hands. The people behind him had already poured in like a tide, taking the opportunity to get into the broken military array, causing even greater casualties.
"Iron-Blooded Youth League, stand down!"
At the critical moment, Chen Jinnan finally came from a distance, and the heavy sword came from the air and cut several people, and penetrated deeply into the ground. Hong Xiguan and Feng Daode followed closely behind, repeatedly attacking the people with chiseled teeth.
The pace was chaotic, the crowd was crowded, and the shouts of death shook the sky. Ma Ning'er lay on the ground, hovering on the edge of coma.
The demon monk's chanting could only be heard by outsiders, and even the martial arts people could not hear what he was saying. However, Ma Ning'er felt like a bell was ringing in his ears, and the absurd scriptures were repeatedly chanted in his ears. , torturing his mind.
He knew very well that Keba must have done something to him when refining the poisonous man, so that only he could feel these abnormalities, so that the monsters in the mountains were so thirsty for his flesh and blood.
In his blurred vision, power was slowly passing away. The sound of menstruation had destroyed his mind, causing everything he saw to change. The moment Ma Ning'er closed her eyes, she felt as if she saw the blue sky, Baiyun saw the main hall and the grand scene of bustling people wanting to worship in Southern Shaolin.
He saw Zen Master Zhishan agreeing to accept him, and he saw the tall young man Hong Xiguan and other brothers standing in the front row. They seemed to be shining with light, which made him, a villain with a dark mind, feel ashamed.
He gave up his bad habit of gambling and lust, got up early every morning, went to class every morning, joined the team of lay disciples and boxed to keep up his strength. He also tried to show their smiles, imitate their jokes, and tried his best to hide them. What kind of person you are.
For a while, Ma Ning'er forgot about the slaughterhouse-like home far away in Guangxi, the heartless father, and the gritty past life - he began to feel that maybe he was such a good person, and he should be like this. of good people.
"Hold on, don't let go!"
Hong Xiguan's voice suddenly sounded, and Ma Ning'er couldn't open her eyes in a daze.
By the way, several of their fellow apprentices wanted to cross the mountain wall and go down the mountain to drink without telling their master. Ma Ning'er ran a few steps slower and fell behind, and was chased outside the wall by the head of the Discipline Academy. Hong Xiguan just stretched out his hand and let himself Quickly grab it and flip it out.
Ma Ning'er climbed onto the edge of the wall and was about to reach it with all her strength.
But before his hand could grasp it, the wall collapsed.
Separated by a wall is the former martial arts resort of Southern Shaolin, which is now blocked by wooden sheds and kept secret in the old wooden alley.
The blood mist drifted into the sky again. In the first seat of the Discipline Academy, the big man who was originally like a Dharma protector collapsed. The chasing disciples scattered behind him, and the abbot and the eminent monks hesitated to move forward. From that day on, he completely fell into the Eight Colds and Eight Heats Hell, falling from a Shaolin disciple to a nobody's servant.
"Senior Brother Hong, save me!"
Like a cry for help from a nightmare, it was what Ma Ning'er wanted to say thousands of times. He believed that Hong Xiguan had the ability to save him, and he was the only one who had the ability to save him. But until he accidentally broke into Tallinn and was expelled back to Guangxi, no one Come and save him.
Hong Xiguan's young face was full of astonishment. As he opened his eyes and his fantasy slowly shattered, Hong Xiguan's face became colder and colder in his eyes, until he saw those starry eyes that pierced his heart.
The scenes of blue sky, white clouds, grand halls, and lay disciples also slowly shattered. The illusion of self-protection caused by extreme pain finally dissipated, turning into cold mountains, dense fog, deserted cities, and fearful martial arts people in front of them.
"Grab the barrel of the gun!"
Pain and struggle flashed in Hong Xiguan's eyes, and he suppressed his emotions with strong willpower and continued to speak concisely without showing any emotion.
Ma Ning'er's eyes suddenly froze, and she realized what she had just shouted.
He saw the hand he subconsciously stretched out, but he no longer had a coarse monk's robe and sweaty skin, but a hideous, deformed and unrecognizable body. What never changed was his scars.
That was his own fantasy, and everything that left him was clear to him, even his father who was keen on torturing him was no longer relevant. But only Hong Xiguan, this companion who had reached out to him, the hero that he had longed for, had made himself think that he was worthy of being the leader of heroes.
Can never be forgiven.
"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!"
Ma Ning'er scratched her face with her hands again, her nails deeply scratching her skin. The huge pain temporarily suppressed the pain in her brain. She stood up from the ground and roared, overturning the martial arts people next to her.
"Hong Xiguan! I don't need your pity!!!"
Ma Ning'er raised her head to the sky and howled wildly, pushing Hong Xiguan away, staring at the location of the demon monk Keba with her only remaining eye, and once again poured the fuel of hatred and rage into the furnace named Distortion, and rushed out without hesitation.
The consciousness in his brain had been destroyed by the sound of chanting, and the chisel-toothed people were coming like a tide. Ma Ning'er ran wildly against the tide, forgetting all the tantric martial arts brought about by the mandala initiation.
What Ma Ning'er used casually with his deformed hands and feet were basic martial arts that he had practiced countless times in the Southern Shaolin Temple late at night, skills that even the handymen didn't need to hide.
Every move of Shaolin Changquan, Arhat Fist, Plum Blossom Fist, Cannon Hammer Fist, and Taizu Fist all appeared in the eye where he was blinded. As his four arms were waved and used in turn, he never thought that he would ever give up. Zhiru's martial arts has long been integrated into his bones, and now he fights with the Chiseltooth People.
"Ma Ning'er, I never thought that you are not only a Shaolin traitor, but you also want to be a traitor to our sect."
The demon monk Keba Jie looked at him with a smile, "You said you wanted glory and wealth, but I have already given you glory and wealth, and you are still not satisfied!"
The fangs of the chisel-toothed people bit through Ma Ning'er's skin, and poisonous blood flowed down. More tapeworms wrapped around him, dancing wildly with his struggle.
The blood loss made his hallucinations more serious, and the remaining eye also showed polka dots and patterns. Waves of dizziness attacked him, but in the blinded eye, he saw something that he had not seen for a long time.
He dreamed of wooden figures, many wooden figures.
He dreamed that he was hitting a wooden man that was as strong as gold and iron, and behind him were his fellow apprentices who were cheering for him and advising him. The people who had chiseled their teeth turned into countless wooden men that were spinning at high speed. His Shaolin boxing The Dharma is like flowing clouds and flowing water, moving as fast and slow as you want, calm and dry, and can repel all the wooden figures blocking the way.
In front of him, the last ordinary wooden door appeared. After stepping through that wooden door, he can become a real lay disciple, travel around the world and act chivalrously in the name of Southern Shaolin. Everyone wants glory and wealth, and he also wants to stand in the world and confidently want to do it!
He stood in front of the mountain gate with high spirits, used the Luohan Fist posture, and slammed the door with the posture of holding a flower and holding a leaf, as if he could smash all the darkness and unhappiness, and make the thunder of the bell and cauldron start again...
Ma Ning'er, who was heavily besieged by the chisel-toothed people and completely blind, rushed to the demon monk Keba. Finally, she lost all her strength and stood motionless with her four rotten and deformed arms like pushing the door open.
The demon monk Keba's hand had passed through his chest at some point, and it was impossible for Ma Ning'er, who was blind, to see it.
Keba took out Ma Ning'er's beating twisted heart, let the poisonous blood pour to the ground, put him into a human bone Gabala bowl, chanted the most vicious and bizarre scriptures in the Tianbei Tower, and sang loudly. The Thirty-two Appearances of the Wheel Saint King and the six-tusked white elephant whose singing can transcend the sea of suffering. The Indra Bogya insect in his body suddenly transformed, and a terrifying brown fang pierced out from his chest!
The earth shook crazily, as if in response to the evil monk Keba's wild laughter!
