Bishop's Retirement

Chapter 1544 The Twelve Saints of Zen

Follow Wang Ye and others into the Thousand Buddha Pavilion.

Xie Yanbo and the others also appeared immediately.

They gathered together and were looking at the monk's body on the ground.

hey hey hey...

At this moment, a series of cold laughter came.

But seeing the green-robed patriarch stroke his beard, he said, "It's not that bad..."

"This monk's realm is average, he actually used three fingers..."

"One pointing between the eyebrows, one pointing at the sky, and the last pointing at the middle of the mutton..."

"Extremely cumbersome, but that's all!"

between words.

The face of the green-robed patriarch was proud.

"Not bad!"

At this time, the swordsman of Jiugong also echoed: "In such a state, I still have to pick a dead point..."

"It's really a fall..."

"If it were me, I would teach him how to change his body and head with one sword strike!"

The two talked to each other, but they didn't pay attention to Wang Ye.

"All right!"

Hearing the words of the two, Xie Yanbo said in a deep voice: "I know the two martial arts are very strong..."

"But Xie has fought against this person before, and his strength is quite tyrannical!"

"My left arm was cut off by his sword!"

"So, don't be careless!"

Saying that, Xie Yanbo's Bing Tieyi shook hands twice.

A trace of awe-inspiring expression appeared on his face.

The scene of Wang Ye's left arm being cut off by Hengjiang's sword appeared in front of him instantly.

"There is no need to worry, military division!"

At this time, a tall man beside him said: "The military division was just careless that day, let him take advantage of it..."

"Furthermore, the long whale sword is Li Taibai's sword..."

"It is necessary to know that Li Taibai's heyday was only one step away from Xiantian, and his sword was naturally a fetish that cut iron like mud..."

"He took it by surprise and showed off the power of the divine sword, which is why it has such an effect..."

"When I was young, I will fight together, and I will avenge this broken arm as a military division!"

The man who spoke was tall and muscular.

Carrying a long wrought iron stick.

It's like the arhat who subdued the tiger in Zen Buddhism.

This person is just a scattered person!

Beside him is a man wearing a hood and not showing his true face.

It also looks mysterious.

Hearing what Shique Sanren said, Xie Yanbo frowned.

Immediately said: "Okay!"

"This Western Xia royal tomb is extremely complicated, and there are still people guarding the spirit. We must not be careless!"

"Let them go in and pave the way first, then I will reap the benefits later!"

"Remember, Bai Mingyu is powerful, we don't need to challenge her..."

"But the person next to him will definitely be killed today!"

When speaking, Xie Yanbo clenched his teeth.

Hate is decisive.

After all, he was the enemy who cut off his future and fixed the date of his death.

At this moment, he can't wait to eat his flesh raw!

Hearing Xie Yanbo's words, several people looked at each other.

Immediately Qiqi nodded and said: "Yes!"

……

Enter the Thousand Buddha Pavilion.

Wang Ye could only see the towering Buddha statues around him, with solemn Dharma appearances.

Among them is a statue of Sakyamuni sitting in the center.

This Sakyamuni has four Dharma appearances on all sides.

They are respectively the images of ascetic practice, the image of teaching, the image of enlightenment, and the image of Nirvana.

It symbolizes the Nirvana and rebirth of extensive practice of Buddhism.

Go straight to the Western Lingshan Bliss.

"Humph!"

Seeing this scene, Wang Ye sneered: "If you have evil thoughts in your heart, it won't help you to burn incense; if you keep your body upright, what's the problem if you don't worship God?"

"What you do is what you sow..."

"I am my own god, why do I need to make a golden body for this clay statue?"

As he said that, Wang Ye waved his sleeves, and a wave of internal energy was released.

hum!
Suddenly, there was a muffled sound.

The statue of Shakyamuni was instantly pushed away by internal force.

Board time.

A downward ladder appeared in front of the three of them.

At the same time, gusts of dark wind came from below, and it sounded like a night ghost howling.

It looked extremely dire.

Seeing this scene, Wang Ye frowned.

He and Bai Mingyu looked at each other.

Immediately, he took Xiao Muyun and walked down.

This passage is long and wide, and there are several ever-burning lights in it, which looks quite strange.

I don't know how long it took.

The three of them escaped the knife pit and sword array, the crossbow and arrow mechanism, and finally came to the end of the corridor.

As soon as they got out of the corridor, they only felt that their eyes suddenly opened up, and a strange stone formation appeared in front of them instantly.

Among the stone formations.

An old monk sat cross-legged.

He has a tall body, his eyes are slightly closed, and his breath is heavy.

There are twelve gates around it.

I do not know what effect.

At this time, both hands are in the shape of holding pills.

It seems to be practicing Qi meditation.

Behind him, there is a huge stone door.

There are sixteen big characters written on the top:
Surrounded by mountains and rivers, with caves formed by dragons; the country is stable and stable for thousands of years!
Seeing this, Wang Ye and Bai Mingyu's heart skipped a beat.

The Western Xia Royal Mausoleum is located in the vast sea of ​​sand, although there are Helan Mountains around it.

But no water at all.

There is also the dragon's knot hole, which alludes to the dragon's veins between the lines.

But if there is a dragon vein.

Why did Xixia perish?

"Finally someone came..."

At this moment, the old monk sitting upright said: "You guys are here, it means that the disciple in front of the door has died..."

"In that case, don't get out alive!"

As he spoke, the old monk slammed the floor tiles beside him.

hum!
As the floor tiles fell, the stone formation shook suddenly.

At the same time, the twelve stone gates opened instantly, and all twelve monks holding Zen sticks walked out.

The breath of these monks was surging and their muscles were bulging.

Dressed the same as the monk just now.

just.

The realm is deeper and the strength is more tyrannical.

Each of these monks has a fairyland!
As soon as the twelve monks came out, the old monk stood up slowly.

His whole body trembled, and his breath escaped.

Staring at Wang Ye and the others in front of him, he said, "The Twelve Saints of the Zen School are listening!"

"Those who enter the royal tomb will be killed without mercy!"

hum!
As soon as this remark came out, the twelve monks paused with their Zen sticks in their hands.

There were echoes.

The moment the echo echoed, Qi Qi attacked the three of them.

Seeing this, Wang Ye narrowed his eyes and was about to make a move.

Eh!
At this moment, Bai Mingyu stopped him: "I let you show off all the way..."

"Now it's my turn to act!"

It turned out that he was the one who saw Wang Ye's swift and sharp moves all the way.

At this time, the idea of ​​winning came to mind.

Can't help but fight to compete.

Hearing Bai Mingyu's words, Wang Ye was startled.

Immediately, he tugged at the corner of his mouth and the side of his body, and said, "Okay, okay, please!"

With that said, he made a gesture of invitation.

Seeing Wang Ye's appearance, Bai Mingyu took a step forward.

He turned his head to look at Wang Ye and said, "Wang, look after you..."

"Within a hundred moves, I defeated these thirteen people!"

At this point, Wang Ye was about to speak.

"Within a hundred moves?"

At this moment, the old monk said: "What a big tone, let me see how you can defeat me in a hundred moves!"

While speaking, the old monk's body moved.

In the next moment, the fist was already in front of Bai Mingyu!

Its attack was as fierce as thunder.

He didn't hold back at all, and wanted to kill Bai Mingyu on the spot!

Seeing this scene, Bai Mingyu was startled.

He swayed to avoid the old monk's heavy punch.

Immediately afterwards, he whistled out his sword finger, pointing directly at the old monk's throat.

however.

After all, his old monk sits in the center of the town, and he is not weak.

But he saw him turn his fist into a palm and push out.

boom!
With palms and fingers facing each other, a burst of anger came.

A ripple visible to the naked eye swayed instantly!

(End of this chapter)