As the monk's voice echoed in the empty valley, not long after, accompanied by the clatter of footsteps, Jinlun Dharma King in yellow monk robes appeared from the entrance of the valley not far away.
He was actually alone. Huo Dou and others had gone somewhere, and they were all gone.
Every step he takes has an inexplicable rhythm, as if he is in inexplicable harmony with heaven and earth.
Jin Lun Dharma King's mind is as clear as a mirror, without even a trace of dusty thoughts. He is the most outstanding disciple of the Tantric Vajra Sect in the past hundred years.
In recent years, he has been invincible in Tibet and has occupied the throne of the number one master. He is already a recognized master and is even worshiped as the great mage of the Mongolian royal court to protect the country.
At this point, he has enough confidence to face all enemies calmly.
When they were not far away from the white-robed monk, Jinlun Dharma King's eyes flashed with a shuddering light, and he said in an indifferent tone: "Young people can only play these ghostly tricks and make people laugh. .”
"Monk Bujie, you deliberately leaked the whereabouts of the Right Envoy of Light, Madam Miaoyu, just to lure me out of Dadu, right?"
"Now that I'm here, you must have set up a dragnet, right?"
"Where is your Ming Cult's right envoy, Mrs. Miaoyu? Where are the Four Gates of Heaven and Earth, Wind and Thunder, and the Five Elements Flag? Everyone, please come out!"
Although his voice is not high-pitched, it has a deep power that makes people feel pressure and fear from within.
Monk Bujie laughed and said, "He is indeed the most terrifying master of the Tantric Vajra Sect in the past hundred years. He clearly knows that he is in a trap, but he is still so calm. It is really heartbreaking."
"Unfortunately……"
He then said coldly: "You must die here today. I will use your head to let the Mongolian Tatars know that they cannot have the final say in this northern land."
At this time, Jinlun Dharma King was not angry but smiled and said: "Monk Bujie, you are now over fifty, and the twelve levels of the golden bell cover have been completed. The inside and outside are the same, and the golden bell covers the body. You are really a genius of the same lineage. .”
"It's a pity that you are missing a crucial page of mental skills, so you can't practice the indestructible magical power of Shaolin Temple's outsiders."
"Ten years ago, in order to practice Dragon Elephant Prajna Kung Fu, I traveled around the Central Plains incognito and visited the gate of Shaolin Temple."
"In my opinion, your twelve-layered golden bell may still have flaws that are irreparable. Is this the reason why you indulge in lust and murder?"
When Monk Bujie heard this, his face suddenly darkened, and his heart was filled with turmoil.
He was originally a warrior monk in the Shaolin Temple. During the civil strife in the Shaolin Temple decades ago, he stole the golden bell cover of the sect's secret skill and escaped from the temple during the chaos.
Decades ago, there was a civil strife in the Shaolin Temple. An ordinary handyman who kept the fire in the kitchen secretly learned martial arts because he could not bear the beatings of the monks in charge of the Xiangji Kitchen.
For twenty years, he worked hard and had extremely high talent in martial arts. He had learned almost all the Shaolin martial arts, and his internal and external skills had reached their peak.
When he reached great success in martial arts, he actually killed nine major disciples of the Bodhidharma Hall during the annual martial arts debate in the Shaolin Temple. He was merciless and extremely ruthless, just to avenge the abuse he had suffered in the past.
Later, he carried out a sneak attack and assassinated him, personally killing the first master of Kuzhi in Bodhidharma Hall, and then disappeared from the distance.
The Shaolin Temple sent dozens of masters to investigate, but to no avail.
The eminent monks in the temple accused each other and found out who was right and wrong.
Zen Master Ku Hui, the leader of Luohan Hall, could not stand the turmoil in the temple. After being angry, he left the Western Regions.
As one of the two great masters of the Kuzi generation died and the other left, and people like Monk Bujie took advantage of the situation, the Shaolin Temple suffered heavy losses, the masters withered, and the sect declined, forcing the decision to close the mountain for a hundred years.
Since then, the Shaolin Temple has set a rule that anyone who secretly learns martial arts without being taught by a teacher will be put to death in severe cases, or have all the meridians in the body severed and become a disabled person.
But no one knows why Monk Bujie is so shocked.
You must know the unique skills of Shaolin Temple. When you practice to a high level, hostility often arises, and you need to study Buddhism to resolve it.
Monk Bujie is extremely talented in his maternal lineage. Over the past few decades, he has broken through the twelve levels of the Golden Bell Cover one by one, and has almost reached the ultimate level of perfection.
However, he did not understand Buddhism, and he was lustful and murderous by nature. As his martial arts got higher, his desire became stronger, so much so that one day he had to live without a girl, and the next day he had to kill someone.
Everyone in the world only thought that he was a born devil, but King Jinlun could see at a glance that this was a shortcoming in his own martial arts, which was shocking.
Monk Bujie's mind was racing. Even the unscrupulous and arrogant and domineering mood in the past was almost broken, and he was speechless for a while.
At this moment, from the forest behind Jinlun Dharma King, a lame Taoist walked out. He carried an iron sword on his back, bowed to Jinlun Dharma King, and said respectfully: "Commander of the Mingjiao Tianmen, I have met Dharma King. "
The lingering sound at the end of the words was still lingering here, and three people walked out from the other three directions behind Jinlun Dharma King.
"Commander of the Dimen, I have met the Dharma King."
"Commander Fengmen, I have met the Dharma King."
"Commander Leimen, I have met the Dharma King."
These four people are all top-notch experts in the lower rank of the Ming Cult’s Guangming Envoys.
However, Jinlun Dharma King did not even look at the four of them. He sneered at the corner of his mouth. A golden wheel appeared in his right hand. After a violent buzzing sound, it tore through the wind like lightning and flint, and headed towards the ground more than ten feet behind him. Smashed down with a bang.
Boom!
The golden wheel fell to the ground, erupting with extremely terrifying force. The ground covered with ice and snow suddenly collapsed, and a huge pit appeared.
A short and muscular man's face changed drastically, and he rolled around, trying to avoid the sudden attack, and at the same time, he slashed out with both palms.
There was a loud bang, and as soon as the man's palms touched the golden wheel, his arms were crushed to pieces.
"Ah..." Accompanied by an extremely frightened scream, the golden wheel was actually sharper than a sword. It penetrated into the chest, brought up a rain of blood, and then came out through the chest.
The man's screams suddenly stopped, his whole body was torn in two, his internal organs flowed all over the floor, and he died in an extremely tragic death.
In this valley, whether it was the four commanders of the Heaven, Earth, Wind and Thunder who had appeared, or the Ming Cult members who were hiding in the dark, they saw one of the Five Elements Flags, the owner of the Houtu Flag, being killed by King Jinlun with one move. No matter how determined they are, their scalps can't help but feel numb.
At the beginning, they made a plan to lure the tiger away from the mountain and set up a dragnet in the valley.
The owner of the Houtu Banner relies on his Turtle Breathing Skill to hide underground in advance, hoping to make a surprise attack at the critical moment and deliver a fatal blow to the enemy.
Unexpectedly, Jin Lun Dharma King found his hiding place easily, broke his body with one move, and died tragically on the spot.
Even monk Bujie had his pupils constricted. They knew that besieging Jinlun Dharma King was extremely dangerous, but they never imagined that this man could be so strong.
"You came just in time to catch them all in one fell swoop, so you don't have to hide around and have me search everywhere."
Jinlun Dharma King spoke in a calm tone. He was obviously just one person, but his aura was more terrifying than all the people present in the Ming Cult. There was silence and deathly silence in the entire valley.
There is one more chapter, too late to post before twelve o'clock
(End of chapter)
