"Have friends come from afar……"
The young man was dressed neatly, opened the door and looked at the uninvited guest.
Not to mention, the clothes the prince sent him were really fancy, and there was even a hairpin.
Like the number one scholar riding a tall horse through the streets with his title on the gold medal list.
The disguised monk rushed forward without saying a word. He was extremely fast. He did not look like a Buddhist Vajra practitioner who focused on defense, but a pure martial artist.
Although the word "King Kong" comes from Buddhism, it is pure martial arts that have truly been promoted.
In the final analysis, Buddhist practitioners are still Qi practitioners and are not fundamentally different from Confucians and Taoists.
Shen Li saw that this man was obviously a Buddhist follower, and his methods were very similar to those of a martial artist. Perhaps some Buddhist leader had made a distinction between Buddhist skills and pure martial arts.
Take the move.
The monk's attack is a standard Buddhist long boxing, which is brave, diligent, masculine and domineering.
This kind of boxing technique had been seen by the young master from Zui Chunlou who pretended to be a doctor, but he was killed by Jiang Huchen in three blows.
But the monk's long fist forced Shen Li to push into the room, and the two of them fought. The explosive energy shattered the tables, chairs, and beds into pieces.
Avoiding the fist that stabbed his throat, he hit the wall and made a big hole.
Shen Li was breathing heavily, fighting one after another, and the energy in his body could no longer keep up.
Therefore, the withered beauty comes out of its sheath.
The sword energy is cold.
The monk suddenly woke up and quickly got close to him to avoid being pulled away by the swordsman and using his sword moves unscrupulously.
The prince did not meet Daoming, the abbot of Woxia Temple. The person he wanted to kill had a natural Vajra Dragon Elephant Body. He also didn't know it. After the fight, he felt in his heart that the swordsman's physique was really well tempered.
After searching for some energy, Shen Li held the sword in one hand and punched the monk's fists open with the other hand. Then he punched the monk's fists sideways. He lowered his right hand and held the sword in reverse to pierce the monk's lower body.
Withered beauty cuts iron like clay, even the Buddhist Vajra Body is no match for it.
The sword was successful, and he immediately hit his chin with his shoulder and elbow. When he fell to the ground, the young man rushed out of the room.
It is estimated that the energy that can be used is to take the dragon ball with one sword.
The sword energy shattered the house.
The monk was buried under the rubble.
Shen Li gasped for air. After a few breaths, the monk pushed away the rubble on his body and stood up shakily. He didn't last long before he fell to the ground again.
Tiao Zhuyan stabbed a hole in his lower body, and just then struck his chest with a sword. The immeasurable killing power broke his heart in half, and the key acupoints were as clean as the house.
The fact that he is still alive today is entirely due to the powerful vitality of Buddhist Qi practitioners.
Shen Li held his sword and walked forward with heavy breathing.
"Woxia Temple?"
The monk, whose mouth was full of blood, looked up at him with difficulty, without saying a word.
"Why did you kill me?" asked again.
Now, the monk spoke.
"Had to kill."
The young man asked: "The prince ordered you to kill me?"
The monk shook his head and looked at Withering Zhuyan: "This sword is so powerful!"
Even the famous turtle shell of the Buddhist Vajra Body can be cut off at any time. It must be a rare weapon.
"It's called Zhuyan."
"The withered beauty of Jiange Mountain?"
Shen Li nodded.
"No wonder...no wonder...as a swordsman you can deal with me in close quarters. It turns out that you are the Vajra Dragon Elephant...who has been in the spotlight these days."
After speaking with difficulty, the monk lowered his head and lost his breath.
Shen Li is also having a hard time. His Qi is intermittent and his eight extraordinary meridians are stabbing like countless small swords. He is born with a diamond-dragon-elephant body and is too overbearing. If other fourth-level masters are reduced to this situation, Already fainted to death.
Someone else came.
The young man holding the sword sighed deeply, it was really a headache.
Turn around and look at the visitor.
It was Chu Wuchan, a monk dressed in white.
Chu Wuchan clasped his hands together and recited the Buddha's name. He looked around and saw no one but them. "According to logic, the young monk should compete with the master."
Shen Li wanted to laugh, but couldn't. Killing an Arhat who was close to the Chaolu realm was not easy, extremely not easy: "What if you are unreasonable?"
Chu Wuchan threw him a bottle of elixir: "The Buddhist Mother of Water and Wood that warms and nourishes the true energy."
He caught the porcelain vase, took back the withered beauty, pulled out the stopper, and took a sniff. It was indeed the Water Wood Buddha Mother.
He had seen Mizuki Buddha Mother before. Wu Quxing, one of the seven killers of the Xingxiu Sect, had fought to the point of exhaustion. It was after taking Mizuki Buddha Mother that he quickly recovered his energy and continued to fight with the enemy.
"For me?" Shen Li asked knowingly.
Chu Wuchan smiled and said: "Zuntai gave the young monk two poems. This is the money paid for the poems."
There is only one grain of Water Wood Buddha Mother in the porcelain vase.
The young man raised the bottle to express his gratitude, and then swallowed the pill in one gulp.
The entrance is full of spicy taste, and it immediately turns into an indescribable juice with an unknown taste and flows into the throat.
The meridians all over the body seem to be greeted by sweet rain after a long drought, increasing vitality in large quantities.
Chu Wuchan said: "Hurry up and meditate to move your energy. The young monk will protect you."
Shen Li believed him and sat cross-legged in the ruins, slowly transferring the new energy.
People regard Shuimu Buddha Mother as a treasure in such a great Buddhist family. How can you not believe that Chu Wuchan sincerely cares about her?
Half an hour.
With the help of the Mother of Water and Wood, the energy was restored to 60%. The young man opened his eyes and looked at Chu Wuchan: "The Mother of the Water and Wood is really incredible."
Chu Wuchan explained: "Of course it's unbelievable. The main medicine of Shuimu Buddha Mother is the blood of the first-grade great Bodhisattva of my Buddhist family."
"I envy a Buddhist nobleman like you who has endless ways to save his life."
"Haha... That's wrong. No matter how precious the Mother of Water and Wood is, it cannot compare to the withered red face you wear around your waist."
Although Withered Beauty is not well-known in the world, how come no one has heard of the sword of the deputy head of Jiange Mountain? In the battle at Kaixi City, the reputation of the deputy mountain chief who presented the sword Vajra Dragon Elephant Body has gradually spread.
Shen Li stood up.
Sixty percent of the Qi machine was enough for the time being. He said to Chu Wuchan: "I have a lot of troubles. If you get involved, aren't you afraid that Woxia Temple will blame me?"
Chu Wuchan walked towards the monk's body and lifted it up: "Find a place to bury it. How can Woxia Temple blame me?"
"Haha...he is indeed a wonderful person."
The two of them left and went to the foot of a remote hill, once again turning Zhuyan into a hoe.
Dispose of the monk's corpse.
The two of them looked side by side towards Woxia Temple.
Chu Wuchan asked: "How complete is the recovery of Qi now?"
"Seventy percent, almost eighty percent."
"That's almost enough."
"Is there going to be a big war next?"
The monk in white sighed quietly: "Last night, a group of thieves broke into the Demon Fu Cave of Woxia Temple."
"Devil Cave?"
"The name is Fu Mo, and there is actually only one person in the cave."
"who?"
Shen Li became more and more curious.
"Master Gui Shi, the elder of the previous generation of demon sect."
"Have not heard."
Master Ghost Corpse was active twenty years ago, and was later subdued by the eminent monk of Woxia Temple and imprisoned in the Demon-Conquering Cave. He had never heard of it, which was understandable.
In the world of martial arts, there are not only warriors, swordsmen and three instructors, but also capable people and strangers who have obtained great magic power through the heretical ways. These people go to any lengths to practice martial arts, and in order to resist the pursuit of the right path, they set up a demon sect.
Master Ghost Corpse is the elder of the previous generation of the Demon Sect.
Chu Wuchan sighed: "As far as I know, Master Ghost Corpse is good at deceiving people's evil ways. At that time, the abbot of Woxia Temple heard that this beast had sneaked into Southern Wu, and went to capture it himself. Unexpectedly, Master Ghost Corpse was extremely good at humanistic practices, and he had nothing to do with it. The abbot fought equally, and the fight lasted for two days, and the abbot was lucky enough to win a move and capture him."
"do not kill?"
"It can't be killed. The ghost corpse master's body is invulnerable. Even if the people of Woxia Temple take out the temple's treasure, they still have no choice but to imprison him in the Demon-Conquering Cave."
Shen Li asked curiously: "It's interesting. Could it be that the body of this Ghost Corpse Master is made of meteorite?"
"I don't know that."
"Is the abbot from twenty years ago the same one now?"
"After imprisoning Master Ghost Corpse in the Demon-Conquering Cave, he passed away due to serious injuries."
"..."
Chu Wuchan introduced the situation last night again.
It turned out that a group of people took advantage of the fact that Woxia Temple was exhausted from the busy schedule of the Buddha's birthday, injured the monk who was guarding the Demon-Conquering Cave, and let the Master Ghost Corpse go.
This matter was regarded as a secret by Woxia Temple, and only a few people knew about it. Chu Wuchan happened to find out accidentally after a sleepless night.
Shen Li thought of the Great Sword Immortal in Tsinghua. Chu Wuchan looked at him and asked, "Do you want to ask if the Great Sword Immortal is related to that group of people?"
"good."
"To be honest, this matter is also something that puzzles me. The Great Sword Immortal came too late and used his sword to slash through the Buddhist temple on the top of the mountain. Master Ghost Corpse has long since disappeared. However, if there is no contact, , it is precisely because of that sword that the masters of Woxia Temple did not care about Master Ghost Corpse, and searched for the Great Sword Immortal all night long, hoping to regain their lost face."
Shen Li sneered: "I understand."
"..."
The young man looked at Chu Wuchan: "You want me to deal with Master Ghost Corpse."
"Monks don't tell lies, that's right. Master Ghost Corpse is a very vicious person. If you let him live, you will be helping him to do evil."
"none of my business."
"The donor ate the little monk's water wood Buddha mother."
"..." Shen Li's temper suddenly rose and he cursed, "You, a monk with thick eyebrows and big eyes, are waiting here for me!!"
The monk in white scratched his bald head in embarrassment: "Whether the donor believes it or not, it's a coincidence. It turns out that the young monk only wanted to add icing on the cake, but unexpectedly, he turned out to be a help in times of need."
He didn't know that it was just a coincidence that the prince and the abbot attacked Shen Li and rushed to the other courtyard.
Shen Li sighed: "Do you suspect that there are masters in Woxia Temple to protect Master Ghost Corpse?"
"Otherwise, it would be impossible to explain how this beast disappeared under the eyes of all the masters. Even if they all went to find the Great Sword Immortal, someone would definitely pay attention to the Master Ghost Corpse... After all, no one knows, in the past twenty years, What level of cultivation has Master Ghost Corpse reached?"
"It's a mess."
The young man walked towards Woxia Temple, turned back to Chu Wuchan and said, "Anything else to say?"
"Can the donor take off his mask?"
"I can't pick it off, I can't pick it off. That's what I look like." Shen Li said angrily, "You, a monk, don't look like a bald donkey who eats food and chants Buddha's name. When you talk nicely, you call yourself 'I', but when you persuade me, you say Call me 'Little Monk' or 'Donor', I see that the intestines in your stomach have 18 twists and turns, and they are all colorful intestines!"
The monk in white had a smile on his face, clasped his hands together, chanted Amitabha in a low voice, and immediately caught up with the young man.
The sun got a lot hotter at noon.
Their shadows were stretched long.
