My wife is number one in the world

Chapter 2013 Brothers, Friends, Karma
A sound of the Buddha's name, like thunder from the ground, spread to the chaotic battlefield.

However, except for a few capable and distracted people who subconsciously glanced at the source of the sound from the corner of their eyes, most of the people were still fighting, and had no time to separate their minds from a monk who came suddenly.

In this kind of battle between masters, the opponent will often seize the opportunity to kill him with a single blow if he is slightly distracted, and he will die on the spot.

A figure dressed in a moon-white monk's robe slowly approached Liu Mingzhi with foresight.

He really just walked slowly, as if he was not in the middle of a murderous battlefield, but just strolling in the courtyard, as chic and comfortable as he was on an outing.

Compared with Liu Sandao's coquettish way of appearance and Song Zhong's overbearing way of appearance, the way of coming is really too ordinary.

Ordinary enough to be seen by others as inconspicuous like a little novice novice.

However, none of the two kings of Fenglei, the guardians of the twelve shadows, the shadow master, and Lao Zhou would underestimate this ordinary little monk.

At this time, seeing the scene of Fengyundu's murderous intent raging, those who dared to come in alone were either fools or extraordinary people.

It may not be appropriate to say that it is a young monk, because although the visitor is wearing a moon-white monk's robe, there is thick black hair growing on the top of his head.

Although compared with the people present, these short hairs are a bit pitiful, but compared with the status of monks, they are so out of place.

Such a strange dress makes people feel a little strange.

"Amitabha, this little monk has passed away. I have met Lord Liu, two old friends, and seniors."

Liu Mingzhi looked at the hair on top of Fan's head in surprise, not knowing what was going on with this master.

"Master Fan, are you still vulgar?"

Compared with Liu Sandao and Song Zhong, Liu Mingzhi and Fan have met each other several times over the years.

The last time they met was when this guy came back from studying scriptures and went to the palace to pay homage to him.

But thinking about it carefully, it was already many years ago.

Liao Fan nodded with a smile that was not a smile, and put his hands together: "Amitabha, you will not fail the Tathagata and not the Qing!"

Liu Sandao also seemed to remember Fan's identity, raised his hand and punched Fan.

"It turned out to be the little master. After more than ten years, the little master has become an eminent monk. Congratulations."

"I have met Liu benefactor, but I haven't seen him for more than ten years. Liu benefactor still looks the same."

Song Zhong looked at Liao Fan who was greeting Liu Sandao and Young Master Liu with great interest: "Are you that little bald donkey who lost all four things back then?"

Facing Liu Sandao with a smile that was not a smile, Fan's face froze, and the corner of his mouth twitched as he looked at Song Zhong.

"Song Benefactor, it's okay to be a monk with a smelly bark, but the little bald donkey is really going too far."

"Okay, are you that stinky monk who was followed by a cute little beauty?"

"The benefactor of Song Dynasty is really upright. It is the little monk. After more than ten years in the south of the Yangtze River, the benefactor of Song Dynasty still talks."

"Amitabha!"

While talking, little monk Fan suddenly uttered the Buddha's name, and a phantom image of Shakyamuni Buddha gathered around Fan without warning.

A loud sound like the melodious sound of an ancient bell spread throughout Fengyundu, and the saber in Fengwang's hand was slashing at the phantom of the Buddha statue of Sakyamuni.

Liao Fan turned around with a strange expression and looked behind him. The appearance under the cloak of Feng Wang couldn't stop the insight of a person of this level.

Looking at the slightly surprised old man under the cloak, Liao Fan shook his head slightly.

"Almsgiver, this little monk is a monk and rarely gets angry.

But what the hell, if you want to fight, can you let me finish talking to the old man first? "

Liao Fan moved with his words, and as soon as the words fell, his slender, white palm suddenly slapped towards Feng Wang horizontally, and a mysterious palm print condensed in the void and directly slapped away directly above Feng Wang.

Feng Wang immediately drew his knife and slashed to meet him. There was a loud bang, and the two of them retreated three steps and stopped.

Compared with the strong winds and turbulent duels of the surrounding masters, the simple waving of the two is not only a bit dazzling and colorful, but the real contest is actually a bit unpretentious.

"The body of King Fudoming, the Great Sun Tathagata casts a magic seal! Are you a disciple of the Great Compassion Zen Forest in the Western Desert?"

"The poor monk is from the east." Liao Fan subconsciously patted his forehead as he spoke, and glanced at Young Master Liu's position with resentful eyes.

"Amitabha, I'm sorry, it's easy to say, the little monk has come under my Buddha's seat."

"Little Master, you don't need to quibble. Fudoming King's body, Dari Tathagata's magic seal is the famous stunt of the old monk Baishan. This old man still has some eyesight.

Little master, since you are an outsider, why do you need to stay in the world again and be in vain for karma? "

"Amitabha, all living beings are me, and I am all living beings. I am here this time, not to get involved in cause and effect, but to understand one cause and effect."

"Don't tell the old man about these Buddhist principles, and fight against the court, do you think the Great Compassion Zen Forest will be destroyed by the army's iron cavalry one day?
The old man advises you to leave quickly, don't get yourself burned. "

"Amitabha, you can't retreat, you can't retreat!"

"you"

The shadow master who had been watching the battle, seeing Feng Wang being speechless after being refuted by Fan, shook his head slightly, and the shadow master who had just stopped by the carriage suddenly appeared in front of Fan.

Liao Fan was startled, and subconsciously took a step back, holding the Buddhist beads tightly between his fingers, carefully staring at the shadow master who suddenly appeared.

"Damn it, you don't talk about martial arts, you bully the few with more, don't you?"

The film master didn't feel dissatisfied because of Fan's dirty words, he glanced at Fan lightly, then looked at Liu Sandao and Song Zhong.

"Liu Sandao, a swordsman in Daoyahai, and Song Zhong, a coffin-carrying craftsman in the south of the Yangtze River.

You two, a hundred years ago, the imperial court signed a contract with the major sects of the martial arts. People in the martial arts are not allowed to intervene in the affairs of the imperial court.

Especially Brother Liu, you were born in Daoyahai, and Daoyahai has a deep relationship with the imperial court, and has had a cooperative relationship for a hundred years.

Did you know that today's actions will bring about the destruction of Dao Yahai's family?

Brother Song, although you have no family and no sect, and your unique knowledge is acquired by chance, but are you not afraid that the little butterfly on the lonely mountain outside Jinling City will not rest in peace even if it dies?
Today is the affairs of the imperial court. If you meddle in the affairs of the imperial court without authorization, and violate the rules first, don't blame the imperial court for what the imperial court will do.

It's not too late to rein in the precipice! "

Although the actor's words were plain, the threat in them was extremely obvious.

Liu Mingzhi's heart skipped a beat when he heard the actor's words, and he looked at Liu Sandao and the three of them nervously.

Of course he is aware of the regulations of the imperial court and martial arts. Ordinary people from the rivers and lakes need to report to the local government for entry into the city, let alone meddling in the imperial court.

Liu Mingzhi couldn't help feeling a little nervous, wondering if Liu Sandao and his three old friends would retreat under the pressure of the court.

Although Liu Mingzhi was nervous, there was nothing he could do.

It's not his subordinates, but just an old friend who had a relationship with him.

It is their duty to help themselves, and it is their duty not to help themselves.

Nothing to complain about.

Under Liu Mingzhi's nervous gaze, Liu Sandao and the others silently looked at each other.

"Your servant Liu Sandao has been away from Dao Ya Hai for many years, and this time he only came here for the sake of his brother."

"Amitabha, cause and effect, cause and effect!"

"friend!"

(End of this chapter)