C1 Monastery

The road is dusted, the sting has passed, the spring rain spread after a slight feeling of muddy.

Occasionally, horses would gallop by on the public road, causing mud to fly everywhere. Spring branches on both sides of the road would sprout, and the weeping willows would gradually turn green. A small teahouse by the side of the road picked out a tea flag at a bend in the official road. The rough wooden chair was wiped clean. A willow tree was placed before the door.

"Senior brother, this shop looks really clean. Let's rest here before we leave." the rider on a big horse asked lazily.

The shop owner looked up. This person was petite, with a head covered in a blue scarf, wearing a long robe, and was dressed as a scholar. He was about 17 or 18 years old, but his curved lips were red. The rider on the horse in front was also wearing a long green robe, but he still felt that he was tall and slender. He was in his mid-twenties, and although he looked weak and scholarly, he had an Ancient Tattoo Tattoo Tattoo Longsword pressing down on his pack. Hearing the young girl's words, the scholar frowned slightly, but he seemed unwilling to go against her wishes. He nodded slightly and dismounted.

The girl ordered some tea snacks and asked the owner, her official voice carrying a trace of a northern accent. The scholar remained silent. The young girl was quick to speak, always asking the scholar for directions, but before the scholar could reply, she had already changed. She seemed extremely excited, and her expression had changed to that of a lazy horse. The scholar still frowned slightly and asked the shop owner, "May I ask, shop owner, is this place far from the Chizhou?"

"This is the boundary of the Chizhou. If we follow this path, we will reach fifteen kilometers, which is the Chizhou City." "Yes," the shop owner replied.

The scholar's brows relaxed a little as he muttered to himself, "Chizhou... If that's the case, we should be fifteen miles to the west of the city, the Wetto Temple. "

Five miles west of Chizhou City, Wei Tuo Temple lived close to the mountains. Outside the temple, the incense was burning, and inside the temple, Wei Tuo was walking around with golden body and pestle, worshipping pilgrims nonstop. In the first year of Xuan De, King Zhu Gaoxi of Han Dynasty rebelled, and Xuan Zong and Zhu Zhanji personally led the capture of King Yu Le'an. The rest of the Han Dynasty was disturbed by the presence of many martial artists in the forest. It was said that this Vedra Temple had the power of exorcism, so in these two years, not only were there many pilgrims, but so did the government officials.

At this time of the day, at noon, pilgrims came to the temple, and there were dozens of tables in the hall of the west hall. There were many good men and women. Two tables on the left were occupied by a man who looked like a squire sitting at the head of the table. Several women were there, and the rest were serving maids.

"Monk, how much is Su Zhai?" Someone asked in a clear voice. The surrounding people looked up and saw two people in blue scarves and robes. The man was holding a bag of Longsword, and there was something hanging under the woman's clothes.

The monk hurried over to answer, "Sir, please don't say such words. This Su Zhai is dedicated to you by fate. When you enter the temple, you are a pilgrim. Why are you asking for a price?" The visitors from the Monastery were all intelligent people. They had met many noblemen, noblemen, noblemen, and pilgrims, and their replies were flawless. One had to know that the vegetarian worship was usually provided to great pilgrims. If a beggar begged for food, he would at most be willing to part with two bowls of cold porridge. How could he possibly eat vegetarian worship? Seeing this man and woman, the woman looked around curiously. Although the man was weak, he carried a sharp weapon with him. His tone was not friendly, and he looked like he was busy with life, afraid that he would not be easy to deal with.

The scholar laughed and said, "Of course, it's just as Master said. Is this Wei Tuo Temple actually a good temple?" Her voice was cold, without the slightest hint of a smile on her face.

The monk still lowered his head and said in a clear voice, "The world is vast, there are many Buddhist halls. I Buddha originally meant, originally is universal, the world temple, worship incense, relief for the suffering of all, of course, is the good hall. However, Vedic Buddha was the protector of the Six Paths of Mercy as well as the overlord of the Four Devils. To save the good is the good, and to subdue the evil is also the good. " These words were neither servile nor overbearing, yet they were extremely tit for tat, not revealing any of its power. These words were extremely powerful. The two's voices gradually rose as the crowd slowly gathered around them. They were all silently praising the monk's response.

Seeing this, he stood up and said: "This young man, seeing that you are not humble at all, he must have come here to create some trouble, there are many people causing trouble in the brothels, and there are many troubles in the temples, do not be afraid of running into a Bodhisattva."

The scholar gave a cold snort and said, "There are many people who have cheated on people. The buddhist hall is filled with filth, and it protects the villains. For a person like Master to use incense, how could you know that this is not his usual crime and he has a guilty conscience. "

With these words spoken, everyone felt that this scholar was trying to force the words out of his mouth. His words hurt people, and he was making a ruckus without reason.

The fat official was originally a rich man in the city. His father had fought in the White River Ditch war and had achieved great military merits. Even though he had abandoned martial arts, he was still considered a hero among the military officials. The moment he heard this, he flew into a rage and rushed forward, striking out with his fist. His movements were extremely quick and nimble. The others who didn't know the details were all taken aback.

The scholar was also surprised. His words were offensive, and he wanted to beat up the temple. He had other intentions. Seeing how furious the squire was, he was prepared for him to order his servants to attack. Unexpectedly, he struck as he pleased, and with his stature, in a blink of an eye, seven feet in front of him. He took a step forward, and as he extended his arm, the wind from his fist blew across the scholar's face, showing that his martial arts skill was not low. The scholar slightly shifted his body to the left side, his right hand lightly pulling his right arm towards the outer door. His right foot lightly lifted up and kicked the gentleman's ankle, intending to fall down.

At this time, the monks in the temple saw the pilgrims surrounding them and came out to see what was going on. He had seen the scholar pull out a kick. His movements were small, but his movements were extremely quick. It was a trick in the martial arts world to "slip and drop", so he knew that the fat official was about to die.

The squire's right arm felt a tug, and he suddenly fell out. Feeling something beneath his feet, he quickly turned his left foot to meet the scholar's kick. The scholar did not waver. With the aid of this kick, the officer flew out and landed firmly on the ground.

The two monks that had just come out, one Xiu Yuan and the other cultivator, seeing the scholar move his right shoulder slightly, knew that he was going to continue to attack. That official was in fact no match for him. The next moment, he stretched out his hand to the left and right like he was trying to stop the young man, and pointed at the left and right side of the young man's ribs. The scholar snorted and waved his hands, forcefully resisting the two attacks. The two monks, with their usual thoughts, turned their palms into fists. At the same time, they drew back their forearms and closed in on the scholar, while the rest of their hands struck the left and right sun. The scholar's hands and fists flashed upon contact, his arms turning outwards to block off the left and right strikes. His movements were as fast as lightning, and he knew that the fists below his ribs were just a feint.

That cultivator had originally wanted to stop him from attacking that official, but now that he had achieved his goal, he no longer wanted to act.

The young girl next to the scholar let out a "Hey!" as her jade-like palm danced and struck toward Xiu Yuan's face on the left. Xiu Wei saw that although she was wearing men's clothes, she had a rosy face and cherry lips. She appeared to be a beautiful girl. He immediately leaned to the side to avoid her. Without saying a word, he lowered his head and retreated to the side. The young lady's attack failed, and she immediately shouted: "Great Monk of the Wei Tuo Temple, listen carefully. Today, I came here with senior brother, not to cause trouble, but to settle old grudges. If not, hmph hmph, I want to experience the power of your Vedic Pestle. "

When Xiu Yuan heard this, his face changed color. They didn't know who Hao Fei was, but they were very surprised with this delicate young girl. How could she know the martial arts of their sect?

The monk from top to bottom of the Wetto Temple was a prominent faction in the martial arts world. It was called the Wetto Sect. The founder of the temple was Master Yuan Tong. Yuan Tong was originally a high monk in Shaolin, but he studied one of Shaolin's seventy-two unique skills, the Vedic Pestle. After opening the mountain, he formed the Six Paths, Knives and Spear. It was an extremely powerful outer martial art, belonging to the side branches of Shaolin. For more than a hundred years, the Wetto Sect had established a sect. Although there were many disciples in the sect, all they had learned were external martial arts, and both the inner and outer branches of the Wetto Sect were treasures of the sect. Other than the direct disciples, not to mention the direct disciples, there were very few people who knew about it.

At this time, the monks in the temple had already walked out one by one. A middle-aged monk yelled out, "Where did this kid come from?". His fingers formed a cone, his fists formed a triangle, looking like fists and fingers. His fist struck the scholar's face, and his attack was as swift as the wind. The triangular fist struck with the back of one's hand, and the fingers were held together to strike the acupoints. It was extremely powerful, but it was also known as the "Distress Fist". It was one of the most difficult techniques to learn within the Six Corporations Fist Art. The scholar gave a faint smile. Seeing the monk turn his arm to hit him, the scholar shook his right hand and flicked his middle finger towards the cold and clear abyss behind the monk's elbow. At this point, his acupuncture points had been pointed and his entire arm immediately became powerless. This person did not say anything, and the monk immediately stopped. Everyone present felt that this scholar was very difficult to fight.

At this moment, the monks that came out one after another were also secretly shocked. The leading old monk looked at the scholar from head to toe. He was tall and fair and looked like a handsome scholar, but his eyes were full of hostility and his temples were protruding. It was obvious that his internal energy was not weak. However, he was still young, what kind of people had appeared in the martial arts world recently? His mind raced as his face suddenly turned pale, as if he had thought of something terrifying. With a beard and eyebrows that were white, and a face full of wrinkles, he said, "Sir, you are so young and your skills are worthy of respect. From your appearance, I can see that you are an old friend, but I didn't expect you to have such an old friend." The scholarly man snorted but did not answer.

The leader of the monks asked the old monk behind him in a low voice. The old monk put his hands together and said, "How come you forgot that person from seventeen years ago?" The old monk was suddenly enlightened. He stepped forward and shouted, "Seventeen years ago, I no longer have any problems with the monks. How come benefactor still wants to come back to this life?" The scholar took a step forward and said, "What a good 'without any obstacles.' That day, there were six lives in the Hu family. With just a single sentence, there was no problem. Did you really block it?" In the past three years, I have already worked hard to visit every single place. There was no sign of Master, and I was deeply afraid that Master Zhi Kong would go, but unexpectedly, Master Zhi Kong returned to our sect and hid there to cultivate. Master, shouldn't we forget about the events from twenty-one years ago? " At this point, the scholar's right hand was already pressing down on the Longsword, his knuckles were white, and gurgling sounds could be heard.

The old monk from before slowly walked forward, bowed his head, and sighed: "Many years ago, I wrongly accused you of being a traitor, and I have always felt guilty in my heart. Your father came here seventeen years ago to protect your father. In order to protect your brother, Sect Leader was injured by your father's sword. This old monk has only passed this matter by. When the crowd heard these words, they broke out into a flurry of discussion. According to these words, the buddhist disciples had killed their own family many years ago. Those who did not know anything about the monks could not help but whisper to each other.

Suddenly, he heard a delicate voice shout from behind him, "What a good 'evil villain'. Old Fist Hu had concealed his name all those years ago and had really made you afraid. What do you mean guilt? "That old monk from AI who tried his best to protect his own weakness deserves to be punished for his crimes." Everyone looked over and saw the young lady take off her long robe and green handkerchief, revealing a set of silky green sleeves. She wore a light green long skirt, had two phoenix pearls on her head, and had a short sword which was unsheathed from its scabbard. Everyone's eyes lit up. The young girl was indeed beautiful, but with her sword against the wind, she looked even more valiant. No one dared to look at her. "The scholar said in a low voice," "Junior Sister, step back. Don't interrupt.

The scholar bowed to the surrounding people, the fire in his eyes gradually burning, "I am from Liangzhou, Lu Yanzhuo, and this is junior sister Ren Xue. It was not that this little brother was unreasonable and wanted to bully the buddhist faith. In fact, my father came to Chizhou to exact vengeance because a disciple of the Wei Tuo's sect had injured my uncle and gained six lives in the same prefecture. He was bullied by this group of monks and died with grievance from his injuries. Just based on the matter of the bandits colluding with the Wei Tuo Sect disciple to commit evil, we know that this Zhe Temple's monks should all be killed. "

The old monk said, "Good. Xiliang four tigers fall into bandit, the old monk also heard about it in recent years, but no news of each other for a long time. Your father used to be as sharp as the wind, killing all eleven of my senior brothers and below. It was rumored in the Jianghu recently that a weak scholar had single-handedly beheaded the four tigers, and he was now the descendant of an old friend. The reason for this is because the imperial government is chasing after the whereabouts of Emperor Huidi, and the martial arts world is in turmoil and has been in disarray for more than ten years already. Now that the Four Tigers of the West has died, in the case of the other prefectures, Young Hero is left to this old monk alone. " His eyes gradually closed as his voice became softer. He was still mumbling to himself, mumbling the Buddhist chant.

Ren Xue shouted, "Senior Brother, why are you listening to him talk so much?" The dagger in his hand struck out, aiming straight at Ji Kong's throat.

Zhi Kong closed his eyes and waited to die.

A person flew out from beside Zhi Kong. It was the old monk that led the group earlier. At that moment, Zhi Ji extended his finger and pointed at Ren Xue's Spirit Storage Acupuncture Point in an attempt to force her to withdraw her sword and turn around. Ren Xue returned the sword and cut his wrist. Her hands moved swiftly and nimbly, changing her fingers to point at the curved pond acupoints on the arm at midnight. Although she used the same finger technique as the one used by the monk for punching the acupuncture points with the six punches, her skill was much more vicious. Ren Xue's swordplay was also extremely fast. The tip of her sword was slightly off as she aimed to stab her opponent's finger. With a flick of his wrist, Ji Jing stretched out two fingers to pick up the tip of the sword. This was indeed an ingenious knife snatching technique. Ren Xue changed her sword moves again, stabbing both Yang Xi and He Gu in the hands of others. Ren Xue was a delicate girl who had used the tip of her sword to identify her acupoints. Her movements were agile and her movements were swift. The onlookers were astounded.

With a roar, both his arms stretched out horizontally and his fists gripped in the triangle, he launched a direct attack upwards. His momentum was extremely formidable, and within three feet, he was like a heavy blade that was striking his opponent. Ren Xue looked slightly frightened. However, the short sword in her hand was not the least bit disordered. She was searching for an opening and avoiding it. Her speed was extremely fast. It was just over a dozen moves, but Ji Xuan's attack missed. It landed on a pillar at the foot of the temple. This horizontal strike was very powerful, and everyone was shocked. They were afraid that even the pillars would be broken. However, the Hall of Knowledge's pillar did not waver. Not even a speck of dust floated down, but the corner of the roof's roof, which was closer to the pillar, suddenly collapsed. The color on Ren Xue's face changed as she cried out involuntarily, "Wei Tuo!"

At this time, Luh Yanzhuo was still not out of the scabbard and jumped into the circle. He kicked with his right foot and struck with Zhi Ji's left arm horizontally. Bang! Luh Yanzhuo was expressionless as he said, "This monk's Vita Pestle is still an outer martial art. It has the foundation of the Six Paths Fist, and the inner strength of 'getting close to the wound' is only the initial peek. It's only similar in appearance, not as powerful as a pure Six Paths Fist, so don't be scared by him." It turned out that he was facing the end of his life because he was giving guidance to his Junior Sister in martial arts.

Seeing that their situation was not good, the wise and lonely disciples surrounded them, wanting to rely on their strength to win. Ren Xue raised her sword and attacked again. Zhi Ji and the middle-aged monk that was fighting with his six fists from before encircled Ren Xue from the left and right. Luh Yanzhuo wandered outside the circle and attacked with his sword whenever he saw a monk approaching. However, Ren Xue's inner strength was still lacking, the tip of her sword was not stable enough, while Luh Yanzhuo was much more ruthless. With his left palm and right sword, his moves were surprisingly fast, his moves were fast, and he seemed to want his Junior Sister to win alone and not enter the circle of gangs. In the blink of an eye, four monks were wounded and fell to the ground. The two monks in the circle worked together and barely gained the upper hand. Ren Xue's short sword was swift and illusory. As time passed, the two monks felt that the inner strength of her left palm gradually increased, while the sword in her right hand gradually became more proficient.

Although Zhi Kong knew Zhi Ji's martial arts were far from his own, but with the strength of the number one disciple in the generation, he could only fight evenly with Luh Yanzhuo's Junior Sister. Old Third of the Four Tigers was from the same sect as his own disciple, and although Zhi Kong's martial arts were similar, he had been living in seclusion for the past ten years and had a good understanding of the inner strength of Wei Tuo, but it was still limited. When he first met Luh Yanzhuo, there was hope in his heart. After all, this person was not even thirty years old, how could he kill the four tigers? It was only when they fought that they realized that the words of the martial arts world were not empty words. This person's skills were much higher than the words of someone who was their father seventeen years ago.

In the early years, many martial arts officials were appointed to the Yan King's Sect, but their sect's martial arts skills were gradually lost to them, causing the sect's power to decline. Although the "Vita Pestle" mental cultivation method was still there, no one else was able to successfully practice it, Zhikong and others had painstakingly cultivated it for many years, yet they could only achieve such results. Thinking up to here, Zhi Kong let out a long sigh, "Forget it, Young Master Lu, please stop. In the past, your uncle only had six lives, and the rest of the people present have all died. Suddenly, he threw a palm towards the Baihui acupoint on his head. Ji Ji Ji and his disciples, those with high martial arts skills were all attacking Lu and Ren duo, and the rest were all monks with low martial arts skills. They couldn't save him. Wisdom left Ren Xue and hugged Zhikong's body, tears in her eyes. She called him Senior Brother, you and I had lived a lifetime, but who knew that we would die here today? If we knew this would happen, we wouldn't have risked our lives for him. He raised his right arm and struck towards the top of his head.

Suddenly, a person walked out from the crowd, his body moved extremely fast, and before the crowd could even cry out in surprise, they saw a flash in front of them, and the person's three fingers had already touched the huge bone point on Zhi Ji's shoulder, causing Ji Jing's arm to become weak, and he fell to the ground. The person was in his forties, with slanted eyebrows and a mustache. He was dressed in black. He immediately raised his voice and said, "Zhikong has been killed by others. Your Excellency has avenged himself, and your father is now completely innocent. Many years ago, your father was severely injured by your sword. Please spare him, brother and sister." Although his words were polite, his expression was one of arrogance.

Luh Yanzhuo remained silent. Wu Tie laughed, "In the martial arts world, who doesn't have some blood on their hands? Those with high martial arts will kill a few more people, and those with low martial arts will be slaughtered." It's not appropriate to take care of your enemies. The Xian siblings have already taken revenge, so please stop. " Ren Xue's eyes rolled around as she looked at her senior brother, thinking that she hadn't fought enough.