After a few days, the group crossed the Yangtze River and entered Anhui. At the foot of Jiuhua Mountain, Jiuhua Mountain is a famous Buddhist mountain. It is known as the Immortal City of Buddha. The temples are all over the mountains, and the scenery is wonderful. The peaks and the people have changed to ride horses, enjoying the scenery while walking, and enjoying the scenery.
While walking, I saw a group of monks sitting upright on the ground, lined up, blocking Hua Xuan’s way, and seeing him from afar, saying: Brother Wen, look, why are there so many monks in front of you? Xiao Murong smiled and said: The monks are not chanting scriptures on the mountain, but they ran to the foot of the mountain to meditate. Wen Yuan said: Could it be that they are subordinates of the Prince Jingwei Mansion? Ziyuan frowned slightly and whispered: Mr. Wen, should we change the way? Wen Yuan smiled and said: Since they are waiting here, no matter how detours are, we will just break through.
Xiao Murong stretched out his tongue and said with a smile: Fight against the Taoist priest first, then touch the monk, do you think you can win the fight?
While speaking, the monks were very close to the monks and stood up together. Two of them walked forward, obviously without any intention of giving way.
Wen Yuan bowed and smiled: Masters, please borrow a way. An old monk among the two monks put his palms together and said: Is this donor surnamed Wen? Wen Yuan said: It was the old monk who exchanged a glance with another middle-aged monk, and said: I have been entrusted by someone to ask Donor Wen to move to my temple, not far ahead, please come with me.
Seeing that the middle-aged monk's eyes were flashing and knew something was different, Wen Yuan said: Is it the one who asked my teacher to invite me to come? Is it the Prince Zhao of Prince Jingwei's Mansion? The old monk moved his beard and stared at Wen Yuan and said: Since the donor Wen knew it, it was not easy to hide it from each other. As long as the female donor of Ziyuan stayed, I will not make things difficult for you.
Little Murong scolded: You are so shameless in Buddhism. Isn’t this considered a sexual precept? The middle-aged monk shouted: We are on orders, but we can’t control so much! He stepped forward, suddenly he stood up, and a punch hit Wenyuan’s top gate.
The punch was strong, and Wen Yuan did not want to touch him head-on. He turned to the left and gently fell to the ground. The old monk shouted: Take action! The monks either held sticks or took ring knives and rushed up together.
Wen Yuan shouted: Junior sister, protect the girl Ziyuan! He sideways to avoid the middle-aged monks and punches two times in a row, draws his sword and unshelf, and pushes his sword to counterattack. More than 30 monks rushed over like a tide. He immediately surrounded Wen Yuan, and several monks rushed towards Ziyuan, Hua Xuan and others.
Hua Xuan shook the silver whip and forced the monks to retreat one by one. He felt that the other party's skills were mediocre. He whipped them with a few whips. Six monks had already fallen to the ground. Xiao Murong saw that the monks had mediocre martial arts. Only the old monk and the middle-aged monk were not easy to deal with. He was afraid that Wen Yuan would make a mistake. He immediately drew out a short sword and flew into the monks. He shook left and circled right, bullied the old monk, handed it out with a sword, shouting: Bald donkey, look at the move!
The two monks were fighting against Wenyuan together. When Xiao Murong's sword came, the old monk had to block it. He waved his arms sideways, and suddenly a red cloud rolled up to Xiao Murong's right arm, and Xiao Murong thrust his arms. It was clear that it was a big red cassock.
The old monk shouted softly and danced the cassock. The wind was so loud that it was extremely powerful that the little Murong stabbed it with a sword, but the cassock was not woven, and it was very smooth and hard, so it could not penetrate the little Murong. He was stunned. The cassock changed its direction and covered it directly above her head. He quickly avoided it and thought to himself: What kind of strange kung fu is this?
These two monks are good at the imperial tomb sect. The old monk Faming Jianyi, and the middle-aged monk is his junior brother. The father of Faming Jianyi is his sect.
The two monks were bandits from the same place. Later, they entered the imperial tomb sect and became monks to avoid people's eyes and ears. They usually live in Jiuhua Mountain and lead a group of monks. They do not practice Buddhism. They occupy a temple as a base to communicate with the government and act illegally. On this day, they received an order from the prince of Prince Jingwei's Mansion to cut off Wenyuan and find out where they came from.
The skill of Jianyong's cassock was originally a soft whip martial art. After becoming a monk, he changed to a cassock as a weapon to cover and wrap it, which made it even more strange. Seeing that his moves were strange, Xiao Murong didn't know what was strange, he was wandering around and had no place to settle down and fight with him.
Seeing the hatred there, he also took the weapon in his hand. It was a large string of rosary cast of fine steel, which was extremely heavy. Obviously, his arm strength was very strong and he also took the whip path with great force, but the rosary was surrounded in circles and used in another way. Gong Wenyuan held a sword against the enemy without falling under the wind.
Suddenly, he heard a rosary shout, waved the beads and smashed it straight towards Wenyuan's long sword. Wenyuan returned to the sword and made a move away. Suddenly, the rosary circle turned around, and he hugged the sword body. He shouted loudly when he turned his arm and twisted the beads. However, the ring locked, and a series of sounds were heard. Dozens of iron beads firmly clamped the sword body, and the sword edge was stuck between the beads.
Wen Yuan was surprised and thought to himself: What a good guy, this rosary can still be used like this!
Seeing the hatred, he pulled the rosary with his right hand, and slashed Wenyuan's heart with his left hand as lightning. He let go of his hand and put the sword. He lowered his body. His right foot swept across the calves with his legs. He still wrapped his sword with his legs. He hit Wenyuan's legs with his legs. With a loud bang, half of the rosary hit the ground, shaking the smoke and dust. The sword stood and was squeezed together by the iron beads that were squeezed together. Wenyuan saw it very accurately. This leg was displaced halfway and did not hit him. When his rosary hit the ground, his left leg had already kicked out. It was really impossible to send it. As soon as he swept it, he saw a right calf bone for him to forcefully. The true power on this leg was broken.
Seeing that the right leg was painful, he fell to the ground. In a rage, he swung his rosary beads and danced wildly. A large piece of sword blade fragments flew out, as if countless hidden weapons shot to Wenyuan and rolled over, jumped up, and all avoided it. He thought to himself: His kick was broken, as long as he was guarding against his rosary bead moves, he would not be afraid!
Wen Yuan's body technique was originally above seeing the hatred. He couldn't stand up at this moment. Wen Yuan surrounded him and he had to put his palms out. He could only block the frame. In addition, the severe pain on his feet, he couldn't help but be angry and mad. He started to sabotage. His whole body of skill suddenly poured into the rosary beads, and he suddenly threw his hand at Wen Yuan.
The power of this throw was amazing. One hundred and eight rosary beads danced into a ring, like the roar of wind and thunder, rolled wildly with a loud sound through the air and came to Wenyuan to see the coming of fierceness and could not be carried forward. In the crisis, one of the iron bars and tilted backwards.
But when he saw a circle of circles whizzing through his face, the strong wind made his sleeves swollen and heard a muffled sound, followed by a scream, and was very shocked. Wen Yuan was stunned. He stood up and looked back, but saw that he was stunned by this move, and the hundred and eight beads kept turning like thunder, hitting him on the back, immediately spitting blood and killing him.
Little Murong was also startled. He saw that he opened his cassock and seemed to have built layers of barriers all over his body. When the sword tip hit him, he was bounced away. He was helpless. Who knew that this desperate attack was too powerful. He did not hit the Chinese Yuan, but he broke the protective force of the cassock so hard that he could not stop. He could see that his skill was so strong that he could not realize that the rosary was flying behind him. The sound of the cassock was hindering his position. When the rosary flew closer, he was already late. Although he was not afraid of Xiao Murong's short sword, he never expected that he would die under his own weapons.
Seeing the hatred, he struggled to get up. Little Murong quickly came forward in uncorrupted ways and whispered: Namo Amitabha, please go to the Western Paradise! Seeing that the hatred had exhausted his strength and could not resist, the sword was raised and he followed his senior brother.
While walking, I saw a group of monks sitting upright on the ground, lined up, blocking Hua Xuan’s way, and seeing him from afar, saying: Brother Wen, look, why are there so many monks in front of you? Xiao Murong smiled and said: The monks are not chanting scriptures on the mountain, but they ran to the foot of the mountain to meditate. Wen Yuan said: Could it be that they are subordinates of the Prince Jingwei Mansion? Ziyuan frowned slightly and whispered: Mr. Wen, should we change the way? Wen Yuan smiled and said: Since they are waiting here, no matter how detours are, we will just break through.
Xiao Murong stretched out his tongue and said with a smile: Fight against the Taoist priest first, then touch the monk, do you think you can win the fight?
While speaking, the monks were very close to the monks and stood up together. Two of them walked forward, obviously without any intention of giving way.
Wen Yuan bowed and smiled: Masters, please borrow a way. An old monk among the two monks put his palms together and said: Is this donor surnamed Wen? Wen Yuan said: It was the old monk who exchanged a glance with another middle-aged monk, and said: I have been entrusted by someone to ask Donor Wen to move to my temple, not far ahead, please come with me.
Seeing that the middle-aged monk's eyes were flashing and knew something was different, Wen Yuan said: Is it the one who asked my teacher to invite me to come? Is it the Prince Zhao of Prince Jingwei's Mansion? The old monk moved his beard and stared at Wen Yuan and said: Since the donor Wen knew it, it was not easy to hide it from each other. As long as the female donor of Ziyuan stayed, I will not make things difficult for you.
Little Murong scolded: You are so shameless in Buddhism. Isn’t this considered a sexual precept? The middle-aged monk shouted: We are on orders, but we can’t control so much! He stepped forward, suddenly he stood up, and a punch hit Wenyuan’s top gate.
The punch was strong, and Wen Yuan did not want to touch him head-on. He turned to the left and gently fell to the ground. The old monk shouted: Take action! The monks either held sticks or took ring knives and rushed up together.
Wen Yuan shouted: Junior sister, protect the girl Ziyuan! He sideways to avoid the middle-aged monks and punches two times in a row, draws his sword and unshelf, and pushes his sword to counterattack. More than 30 monks rushed over like a tide. He immediately surrounded Wen Yuan, and several monks rushed towards Ziyuan, Hua Xuan and others.
Hua Xuan shook the silver whip and forced the monks to retreat one by one. He felt that the other party's skills were mediocre. He whipped them with a few whips. Six monks had already fallen to the ground. Xiao Murong saw that the monks had mediocre martial arts. Only the old monk and the middle-aged monk were not easy to deal with. He was afraid that Wen Yuan would make a mistake. He immediately drew out a short sword and flew into the monks. He shook left and circled right, bullied the old monk, handed it out with a sword, shouting: Bald donkey, look at the move!
The two monks were fighting against Wenyuan together. When Xiao Murong's sword came, the old monk had to block it. He waved his arms sideways, and suddenly a red cloud rolled up to Xiao Murong's right arm, and Xiao Murong thrust his arms. It was clear that it was a big red cassock.
The old monk shouted softly and danced the cassock. The wind was so loud that it was extremely powerful that the little Murong stabbed it with a sword, but the cassock was not woven, and it was very smooth and hard, so it could not penetrate the little Murong. He was stunned. The cassock changed its direction and covered it directly above her head. He quickly avoided it and thought to himself: What kind of strange kung fu is this?
These two monks are good at the imperial tomb sect. The old monk Faming Jianyi, and the middle-aged monk is his junior brother. The father of Faming Jianyi is his sect.
The two monks were bandits from the same place. Later, they entered the imperial tomb sect and became monks to avoid people's eyes and ears. They usually live in Jiuhua Mountain and lead a group of monks. They do not practice Buddhism. They occupy a temple as a base to communicate with the government and act illegally. On this day, they received an order from the prince of Prince Jingwei's Mansion to cut off Wenyuan and find out where they came from.
The skill of Jianyong's cassock was originally a soft whip martial art. After becoming a monk, he changed to a cassock as a weapon to cover and wrap it, which made it even more strange. Seeing that his moves were strange, Xiao Murong didn't know what was strange, he was wandering around and had no place to settle down and fight with him.
Seeing the hatred there, he also took the weapon in his hand. It was a large string of rosary cast of fine steel, which was extremely heavy. Obviously, his arm strength was very strong and he also took the whip path with great force, but the rosary was surrounded in circles and used in another way. Gong Wenyuan held a sword against the enemy without falling under the wind.
Suddenly, he heard a rosary shout, waved the beads and smashed it straight towards Wenyuan's long sword. Wenyuan returned to the sword and made a move away. Suddenly, the rosary circle turned around, and he hugged the sword body. He shouted loudly when he turned his arm and twisted the beads. However, the ring locked, and a series of sounds were heard. Dozens of iron beads firmly clamped the sword body, and the sword edge was stuck between the beads.
Wen Yuan was surprised and thought to himself: What a good guy, this rosary can still be used like this!
Seeing the hatred, he pulled the rosary with his right hand, and slashed Wenyuan's heart with his left hand as lightning. He let go of his hand and put the sword. He lowered his body. His right foot swept across the calves with his legs. He still wrapped his sword with his legs. He hit Wenyuan's legs with his legs. With a loud bang, half of the rosary hit the ground, shaking the smoke and dust. The sword stood and was squeezed together by the iron beads that were squeezed together. Wenyuan saw it very accurately. This leg was displaced halfway and did not hit him. When his rosary hit the ground, his left leg had already kicked out. It was really impossible to send it. As soon as he swept it, he saw a right calf bone for him to forcefully. The true power on this leg was broken.
Seeing that the right leg was painful, he fell to the ground. In a rage, he swung his rosary beads and danced wildly. A large piece of sword blade fragments flew out, as if countless hidden weapons shot to Wenyuan and rolled over, jumped up, and all avoided it. He thought to himself: His kick was broken, as long as he was guarding against his rosary bead moves, he would not be afraid!
Wen Yuan's body technique was originally above seeing the hatred. He couldn't stand up at this moment. Wen Yuan surrounded him and he had to put his palms out. He could only block the frame. In addition, the severe pain on his feet, he couldn't help but be angry and mad. He started to sabotage. His whole body of skill suddenly poured into the rosary beads, and he suddenly threw his hand at Wen Yuan.
The power of this throw was amazing. One hundred and eight rosary beads danced into a ring, like the roar of wind and thunder, rolled wildly with a loud sound through the air and came to Wenyuan to see the coming of fierceness and could not be carried forward. In the crisis, one of the iron bars and tilted backwards.
But when he saw a circle of circles whizzing through his face, the strong wind made his sleeves swollen and heard a muffled sound, followed by a scream, and was very shocked. Wen Yuan was stunned. He stood up and looked back, but saw that he was stunned by this move, and the hundred and eight beads kept turning like thunder, hitting him on the back, immediately spitting blood and killing him.
Little Murong was also startled. He saw that he opened his cassock and seemed to have built layers of barriers all over his body. When the sword tip hit him, he was bounced away. He was helpless. Who knew that this desperate attack was too powerful. He did not hit the Chinese Yuan, but he broke the protective force of the cassock so hard that he could not stop. He could see that his skill was so strong that he could not realize that the rosary was flying behind him. The sound of the cassock was hindering his position. When the rosary flew closer, he was already late. Although he was not afraid of Xiao Murong's short sword, he never expected that he would die under his own weapons.
Seeing the hatred, he struggled to get up. Little Murong quickly came forward in uncorrupted ways and whispered: Namo Amitabha, please go to the Western Paradise! Seeing that the hatred had exhausted his strength and could not resist, the sword was raised and he followed his senior brother.
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