The afterglow of the setting sun falls through the clouds over Shewang Mountain.
In the mountain village of Snake King Mountain, amid a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, the handsome young monk looked at the burly middle-aged man kneeling in front of him and trembling with a peaceful smile:
"Donor, are you enlightened?"
The tall and burly middle-aged man had disheveled hair and blood all over his body. His legs were folded back, almost at 90 degrees to his body, and he looked like bones.
"Shen Ziping..."
An Qisheng's eyes flashed and he recognized the man, the bandit leader of Snake Pan Mountain, Shen Ziping.
The young monk was about eighteen or nineteen years old. He had red lips and white teeth, and a face like a crown of jade. Although he didn't have a trace of hair, he was handsome in a strange way.
And the aura is much stronger than that of Dong Menruo and Zhao Yanyan.
He must be a master who has condensed the seeds of true energy, and is not far away from condensing energy veins.
It is even unknown that he has embarked on the road of condensing Qi.
"Hui, Hui Guo..."
The expressions of Dong Menruo and Zhao Yanyan also changed. They looked at the little monk as if they had seen a ghost.
Suddenly, two broken knives as transparent as the moon appeared in Zhao Yanyan's hands, and the long sword behind Dong Menruo bounced up with a vibration, and he held it in his palm.
Like facing a formidable enemy!
"Hahaha!"
Shen Ziping was trembling in pain, with cold sweat streaming down his face. Hearing the monk's question, he trembled all over and laughed wildly:
"Enlightenment? Enlightenment? Bald donkey, I understand your mother!!! If you want to kill me, kill me. If I frown, it was your grandpa who raised me!"
"Alas, the donor still doesn't understand."
The little monk shook his head, very disappointed:
"This autumn, on September 15th, the young monk came from Qingzhou and passed through the Huayan Mountains. There were many bandits along the way, but the young monk did not act rashly. Do you know why the young monk wanted to go to the Snake King Mountain?"
"Why?!"
Shen Ziping raised his head, his eyes were extremely vicious under his disheveled hair:
"There are dozens of giant bandits in the Huayan Mountains. Why are they targeting our Snake King Mountain?!"
"You have done many evil things, you have killed business travelers, you have poisoned the countryside, you have lost your conscience...well, it has nothing to do with that."
The little monk sighed and looked at Shen Ziping seriously:
"Just because of you, I killed the monk's donkey."
donkey?
A donkey? !
Shen Ziping was stunned.
Zhao Yanyan and Dongmen Ruo were also confused.
Even An Qisheng couldn't help but be stunned.
"For a donkey? For a donkey you killed two hundred of my brothers from Snake King Mountain?!"
Shen Ziping swayed and a mouthful of blood spurted out:
"You beast!"
"Yes, the young monk spent half a tael of silver to buy it in Qingzhou. It is a half-sized donkey...it has been the only small donkey in various dynasties for thousands of years."
A hint of sadness appeared on the young monk's face:
"You have two hundred brothers, but I, the young monk, only have one donkey..."
"For a donkey... you hypocritical bald donkey!"
Shen Ziping coughed up blood repeatedly, almost going crazy:
"I, I won't let you go even if I'm a ghost!"
"The donor was wrong. It was a half-grown donkey with a black back and a white belly."
The young monk responded seriously.
Then he stretched out his palm and gently stroked Shen Ziping's head.
The afterglow of the setting sun flashed across his palms that were as white as jade.
immediately,
puff!
There was a muffled sound, and Shen Ziping's crazy scream was shot into his chest along with his head.
Gentle and gentle, fierce and spicy.
The slender jade-like fingers wiped away a drop of bright red blood on his cheek. The little monk raised his head with a smile that made people feel like bathing in the spring breeze:
"Little monk Huiguo, the donors are polite."
Facing the young monk's kind smile, Zhao Yanyan and Dong Menruo's expression became even more ugly:
"Longxiang Dharma Temple, evil monk Huiguo..."
Zhao Yanyan looked solemn, cupped his hands and said:
"Zhao Yanyan of Worshiping Moon Villa, you are so polite, master."
"It's really him..."
An Qisheng was slightly enlightened, and a lot of information emerged in his mind.
Seven hundred years ago, the Longxiang Dharma Temple was destroyed at the hands of the Master Seizing Soul. All the elites in the temple were lost and the inheritance was almost lost.
The reason why I say almost is because there are still descendants of Longxiang Temple still alive.
This is the person in front of me, the ancestor of the evil monk Huiguo.
The ancestor of the evil monk Huiguo was an abandoned disciple who was expelled from the door seven hundred years ago, but by chance, he became the last inheritance of Longxiang Dharma Temple.
However, although he became the orthodox disciple of Longxiang Dharma Temple, he had no intention of expanding the Longxiang Dharma Temple.
In his hands, Longxiang Dharma Temple became a true single lineage.
Seven hundred years have passed, and the descendants of Longxiang Dharma Temple are only one master and one apprentice.
"It seems that several donors have misunderstood the young monk."
Hui Guo's eyes dimmed and she stood up slowly.
Under his monk's robe, there was blood red, almost soaked with blood, but as he stood up, the large swath of blood turned into blood beads and rolled down automatically.
Before he finished speaking, his moon-white monk robe was already spotless.
In line with the solemn appearance of the young monk, it must be said that he has an excellent bearing and style.
"misunderstanding?"
The corner of Dongmenruo's mouth couldn't help but twitch, and he forced a smile:
"Dongmenruo of Jishen Sect, I met Master Huiguo..."
When he heard about this man in the past, he was still surprised why he was called an evil monk, but after seeing him perform such a cruel trick on a donkey, he also knew that he was only called by the wrong name, not the wrong nickname.
"The benefactors probably think that you who killed these benefactors in order to do justice for heaven and protect the village are righteous, and the monk who killed them for the donkey is evil and arrogant?"
Hui Guo clasped her hands together, her eyes clear:
"Yes and no?"
"Master Huiguo is joking."
Dongmen Ruo's smile was a bit forced: "Master eliminates harm for the people, and the nearby villagers will definitely be grateful to you for your business trip, and we are also sincerely convinced."
"No, the little monk is just for the donkey."
Hui Guo shook her head, and then her eyes fell on An Qisheng:
"What is the name of this benefactor?"
An Qisheng's shadow was reflected in Hui Guo's clear eyes.
There was a trace of curiosity in his heart.
This man holding a spear has no air leakage under his burly and majestic body, and his whole person is as smooth as a pebble that has been washed by the river for countless years.
With just this skill of storing Qi, he is nowhere higher than the two people beside him.
An Qisheng looked calm and held the gun in his hand:
"My dear, An Qisheng, the young master is polite."
"An Qisheng..."
Huiguo muttered something, thought for a while, and then asked:
"Have you, the young monk, met this donor?"
"Why did little Master Huiguo say this?"
An Qisheng's heart moved and he answered calmly.
Having dreamed of the Iron Mountain, he knew that the decline of Longxiang Dharma Temple was caused by the Master Seizing Souls hundreds of years ago. Could it be that they still have some means to sense Tian Yizhu?
"The young monk always feels that the donor is a little familiar..."
Hui Guo clasped her hands together and smiled shyly:
"Maybe the young monk admitted his mistake."
The shy laughter still echoes.
In the filthy sky, the moon-white monk's robes were already hunting and moving.
Take one step forward!
boom!
Suddenly, there seemed to be rolling thunder exploding in the village.
The earth shook, the stronghold shook, and corpses were scattered like straw mixed with mud and sand.
Just taking one step, the air waves roared, and the sound of internal energy surged like a surging river. During this step, the little monk's body swelled up visibly like a balloon.
Ang~
Roar~
There seems to be a dragon roaring and an elephant hissing!
There seemed to be a golden light flashing under the moon-white monk's robe, and his whole person had changed drastically.
Under the bulging monk's robe, the burly mountain-like body is filled with terrifying power that is about to explode. On his exposed hands, legs, and neck, the muscles are as angry as a dragon!
In an instant, more than ten feet of distance passed by in a flash, and the violent air flow smashed the fence of the cottage.
It strides forward, like a mountain shifting, like an earth dragon turning over, giving people an unparalleled feeling of violence!
"Dragon Elephant Vajra Body!"
Zhao Yanyan and Dongmen Ruo's expressions changed drastically at the same time, and they looked at Hui Guo as if they had seen some incredible beast.
Boom!
The next moment, under the turbulent air current, the two of them seemed to have no resistance, but in fact they had no intention of retreating and floated several feet away in the wind.
Look up.
I saw a palm raised.
The once white skin was gone, it was glowing golden as if cast from gold and iron, and the five fingerprints had almost disappeared.
With one palm strike, the air almost burst.
With the sound of a series of air explosions, all of a sudden, the air flow was wrapped up in it, and it was whipping down towards An Qisheng!
At this moment, An Qisheng's figure seemed to become smaller and smaller under the tall and inhuman Huiguo.
"Dragon-Elephant Vajra Mudra! You, you have already begun to condense your energy meridians!"
Dongmenruo was shocked, but he secretly reminded An Qisheng.
The Dragon Elephant Vajra Mahamudra is a secret martial art from the Dragon Elephant Dharma Temple. It is not special in itself. What is special is that this martial art can only be practiced if the Qi veins are condensed into the palm of the hand!
In other words, that Huiguo at least condensed the energy required for the Dragon Elephant Vajra Mahamudra!
"Dragon Elephant Vajra Mudra..."
Under the turbulent air current, An Qisheng's cloak had been blown off, his long silver-white hair fell back like a waterfall, and his wide clothes made a sound.
His eyes were half lowered, under the turbulent air current.
His body suddenly stood upright, and the ground beneath his feet cracked instantly, raising dust.
Under the stamp of the foot, strength rose from the ground, running through the waist, abdomen, shoulders and back, and reaching before the elbow. In the palm of the hand, the two-foot-long cold iron gun was already buzzing and vibrating, as if it would turn into an evil spirit roaring in the sky at the next moment. dragon.
In one thought, the hidden strength, qi, blood, and internal energy erupted like a gushing volcano!
Qiang~
Amidst the harsh sound waves, An Qisheng raised his arms and raised his gun!
Buzz~
The spear rose steeply, like a black dragon raising a thousand waves under the deep and boundless ocean.
A gun was raised, and the battle flag was raised on the battlefield of endless battles, and the soldiers looked at where the front pointed.
It's like a sacred mountain rising from the ground, piercing the sky at once, and Yuyu is clear!
The air flow visible to the naked eye was suddenly penetrated by the spear, and then there was a sonic burst like a wail of a ghost and a howl of a wolf!
Stab straight into the palm that disperses golden light and contains majestic power!
With An Qisheng's current physique, this explosion is powerful enough to pierce gold and iron and collapse walls. Any body that has practiced Kung Fu will be pierced by such a fierce shot!
boom! !
