An arm fell in the county city, and blood was dripping from the wound, and it soon flowed all over the ground. After the formation collapsed, the people were overjoyed and chanted words, providing Su Ming with extremely pure power of faith.
At the same time, his luck is also increasing.
This time, everyone in the city was facing a life-and-death crisis. The tragic situation of those people just now was still engraved in their minds. Without Su Ming, none of them would be alive today.
At this moment, whether they were officials in charge of power, scholars who were well-read in poetry, or poor people struggling to make a living, they all expressed their sincere thanks to Su Ming.
He truly saved a whole city of people!
Although his luck value is constantly increasing, Su Ming's attention is not focused on it. The young man in black in front of him came out of nowhere, and he actually has a way to deal with the court's legal net. This person's origin is definitely not simple!
Immediately, Su Ming made up his mind to swallow his soul later and obtain all his memories. After all, he is a Nascent Soul monk, and the power of his soul is not that of ordinary monks. If he forcibly searches for his soul, he may not get anything. information.
In the reflection of his soul, Su Ming saw the middle-aged Taoist priest who was slowly walking towards him. This man was surrounded by clear light, carrying a magical sword on his back, and his eyes were filled with divine light. His foundation was extremely solid, and he was not like those heretical people from the Demon Sect. , one can tell at a glance that he is a monk from the Xuanmen orthodox sect.
Even if he is not a disciple of the Kunlun Taoist sect, he is still a famous sect in the world, because there are not many things that can be hidden from Su Ming in this world.
"Amitabha!"
Just when the young man in black showed eagerness and wanted to argue, Su Ming's fingertips moved slightly, and the cold sword edge penetrated the void and disappeared. When it appeared again, it had quietly arrived in front of the young man in black.
Before he could react, it pierced his heart and cut off his life.
At this point, the sect leader who spanned the Northland ended his sinful life.
"Plop!"
With a figure falling from the sky, the drama finally came to an end. After seeing the battle in the sky end, some brave people walked out of their homes and became active again, and the whole city glowed with some vitality.
The dead are dead, but the living continue to live.
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After the young man in black died, Su Ming put his body into the storage ring. He also collected his soul and found an opportunity to swallow it.
After all, this person still has many secrets, so letting him go so easily would not appear to be too merciful.
"Treading on the Stars"
In a high-rise building in the east of the city, several Xuanjing Si imperial guards wearing black armor did not rest in the city, but directly set up flying magic weapons and flew towards the nearest city.
The city's French net was destroyed and the dragon energy disappeared, causing the Xuanjing Division here to lose contact with the above. After all, in addition to being used to defend against enemies, the French Net was also the most important communication tool of the Xuanjing Division.
In a residential house in the county town, there was no light in the dim room. A figure walked out from the courtyard. He looked at the intact scenery around him, shook his head and sighed, "What a waste, he died so easily."
"However, fortunately, I was prepared and left an image. I believe this experiment will satisfy the adults above." He flashed to the roof, put away a stone on the kissing beast, and then disappeared.
Here, you can just see the entire city's landscape, and the stone is a photo stone, which can record images for a short time. The young man in black thought that he was being hunted and escaped from the control of the mysterious force.
But as everyone knows, those people are always there.
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In Luoyang City, there is a Buddhist temple called White Horse Temple.
In the early morning, the White Horse Temple is bathed in the brilliant morning glow. Looking from a distance, it is magnificent and awe-inspiring.
The White Horse Temple has been inherited for thousands of years and is one of the sources of Buddhism, even longer than the Shaolin Temple. There are many precious scriptures stored in the temple, which are the annotations of Buddhist classics by ancestors, many of which are unique.
The monks of Baima Temple are proficient in Buddhist philosophy and have high levels of Buddhist practice. They are not famous but have profound foundation. The reason why White Horse Temple is not the leader of the three sects of Buddhism, Taoism and Demonology is because they are obsessed with studying the classics and take the practice very lightly.
Although the Shaolin Temple came later, a large number of outstanding disciples emerged. These disciples went very far in their practice and became several real Yuanshen. Only then did they catch up and become the leaders of Buddhism.
At this moment, against the backdrop of the slowly rising sun, the entire temple seemed to be flowing with golden light, covering it with soft light, sacred and solemn, making people admire it.
"clang!"
When the monks were having their morning classes, the big bell in the White Horse Temple rang. It was loud and long, and the sound could be heard for dozens of miles, even in the west of the city. The sound of the bell is distant and very artistic, as if it can purify all the troubles in the world, making people feel peaceful and escape from the world of mortals.
Outside the temple, there was a huge crowd and bustle.
Separated by a wall, it's like two different worlds.
Although White Horse Temple is located in a busy city, the temple has strict laws and regulations. The distant bells, the rising incense, and the lifelike Buddha statues form a beautiful picture.
Every plant, every tree, every brick here contains a solemn, sacred and solemn atmosphere.
Just stepping here can make people feel peaceful without even realizing it.
In the main hall of the temple, under the golden body of the Buddha, there is a monk wearing moon-white robes. He is sitting cross-legged on a futon, surrounded by the faint sound of chanting sutras, expounding mysterious Buddhist principles.
This monk is young, tall and tall. Although his face is mediocre, his eyes are extremely bright, as if he can see through your innermost thoughts at a glance.
At this time, outside the main hall, an old monk tremblingly walked into the main hall, looking at the young monk under the Buddha's seat, with a hint of wonder in his eyes.
He is the abbot of White Horse Temple, Zen Master Jing Nian.
Even though Zen Master Jing Nian has experienced countless storms in his life, he is still amazed by his talent. He only came to Baima Temple for three months and read all the scriptures and classics in the temple.
It took another year to integrate it and turn it into something of my own.
If his attainments in Buddhism surprised me, then this person's talent in practicing Buddhism made the old monk angry and moved him to love talents.
It's a pity that he is the direct disciple of Shaolin Temple.
This monk is the Wuxin monk. He had climbed the Heavenly Ranking before, competed with Su Ming as the Grand Master of Zhou Dynasty, and was also ranked among the top ten Nascent Soul Masters.
After leaving Shangjing City, he came to White Horse Temple, devoted himself to cultivation, understood Buddhism, and finally came out of seclusion three days ago.
"Wuxin meets the master." On the futon, Wuxin slowly opened his eyes, neither sad nor happy, and stood up and performed a Buddhist salute.
Although Zen Master Jing Nian has no cultivation at all, Monk Wu Xin still looks respectful and does not look down on him at all. This gift is for thanks.
