Lan Ruochan

Chapter 102 All Empty House
The little dragon king had injuries on his hands, and his movements were a little slow.

When he arrived, King Ren Cheng, Bao Nian, Feng Liang and others led their troops and had already repelled two waves of offensives.

Seeing that it was the Little Dragon King who came, King Ren Cheng quickly greeted him,
"Did Hero Qing come with you?"

Little Dragon King didn't expect King Ren Cheng to ask this first, so he just followed up with a haha.

King Ren Cheng knew that he was inconvenient to move, so he didn't feel embarrassed, so he hurriedly asked him to go to the inner courtyard to suppress the market.

The so-called inner courtyard is the Buddhist scriptures pavilion that will be converted into - it was originally the residence of the Daoist Datong, and all the important people have been settled in. Although it is a bit crowded, it is convenient for unified care.

However, in the inner courtyard, there are no more guards, only those personal servants of the big shots, who are responsible for the corresponding security one-on-one.

The queen has General Pan by her side.

Empress Dowager Feng originally had two shadow attendants, Hua Mulan and Fu Chengzu, but General Hua passed away, leaving only Fu Chengzu to shoulder the heavy responsibility.

And the second prince Yuan Ke didn't know who else could take care of his safety after Yuan Taixing was seriously injured.

Monk Yuanfa entered the inner courtyard and saw that the four meditation rooms on both sides of the Buddhist scriptures pavilion were all brightly lit.

He smiled slightly, and strode towards the first meditation room on the right hand side of the attic.

"Little Dragon King? Did Hero Qing come with you?"

The little dragon king heard the voice very strangely, he looked around but saw no one.

Suddenly there was another shout of killing outside the courtyard, it seemed that the night raider organized a new wave of attack, the little dragon king listened carefully for a while, and finally stopped in his tracks, standing in the courtyard with one arm on his hip, as if he was a Dharma protector. Tuo like to protect the four Vihara.

Ren Chengwang's entourage, Yuan Ke's bodyguards, and Lan Ruo's monks were severely reduced. The circle of defense could only keep shrinking, and they were already approaching the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

The prince assigned manpower to the leaders of Baoyi and the monk Lanruo, and asked them to be responsible for the defense of an area and coordinate with each other to support each other.

After all, the temple is not a strong city, and the design does not take into account the convenience of scheduling required for defensive warfare. Therefore, relatively speaking, the defender is in a disadvantageous situation, and the strategy selection is not as flexible as the attacker.

Sure enough, seeing that the defensive circle had been compressed to a minimum, the men in black who attacked at night suddenly put away their team again, as if they were coordinating the last attack.

There was a bang, and a firework shot up from the Sutra Pavilion, followed by a loud shout from the Little Dragon King, as if he had already moved his hand.

At the same time, dozens of men in black appeared out of nowhere at the same time, and rushed towards the northwest corner of the scripture storage pavilion.

It was the first Brahman master of Fei Tuotang who was guarding there.

Before the other troops could encircle him, the Brahman had already encountered the enemy. During the chaotic battle, he was knocked into the air by someone with a heavy hand, and he jumped into the courtyard of the scripture storage pavilion.

A gap was opened in the line of defense in an instant, and more than ten figures poured into the courtyard of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion in an instant.

The little dragon king was knocked down by someone, and he passed out in the courtyard. A man in black didn't forget to kick him when he passed by.

But their main target today is the queen mother, so he didn't want to waste time to help the little dragon king make up for it, but directly rushed to the farthest meditation room.

"Namo Amitabha!
The sea of ​​bitterness is boundless, turn around and be right! "

With the sound of the Buddha's name, an old monk walked out from the dark with a broom.

He seemed to be walking very slowly, but he didn't know what kind of footwork he was walking on. Every man in black felt that the old monk was walking towards him.

When Feng Liang first came here, he had noticed this old floor-sweeping monk.

He looks extraordinary, but he is ordinary everywhere.

Carefully observe his steps and movements when sweeping the floor, there is no trace of kung fu at all, but wherever his people stand, Feng Liang feels invulnerable and can't find any flaws.

As a senior spy of the Baoyi Army, Feng Liang always believed that his intuition was correct.

In fact, he was still a little bit wrong.

Because he felt that even if this old monk knew some martial arts, his attainments were incomparable to those of the chief monks.

But when he led his team over the wall and entered the hospital for support, he saw a shocking scene.

Ji Loufan chose the farthest meditation room, and there was enough distance ahead to speed up the sprint.

He grew up outside the Great Wall, and has been playing with horses in wind and sand all year round. Although the muscles in his thighs are not thick, they are tight and strong, and they have explosive power far superior to that of scholars in the Central Plains.

Although he can't chase the wind and electricity like Yang Dayan, he also boasts that he can catch up with galloping horses within a hundred meters.

Once he rushes up, no one here should be able to stop him.

The mysterious sweeping monk walked extremely slowly, naturally he couldn't catch up with Ji Loufan, and he didn't have time to block him.

The old monk simply stretched out his broom, and swept the ground twice seemingly casually, and the broom reached Ji Loufan's running route by a mysterious coincidence.

The old monk didn't stop him, but just stirred it lightly.

Ji Lou let out a strange cry, as if he had seen a ghost, because he really didn't see how the old monk floated to him.

But he is still conceited, jumping high with his right foot.

No matter how hard you make trouble, I can fly past your eyes.

right!His speed is indeed worthy of the word flying.

The old monk can't fly, but his broom can.

It is said that in many western fairy tales, the broom is the means of transportation for flying.

At this time, the bamboo broom in the old monk's hand seemed to be enchanted, and it flew up into the air, and by no coincidence, it poked in from the side of Ji Loufan's knee.

Ji Loufan let out a scream and fell heavily to the ground.

Immediately afterwards, there were two more bangs, and two round hard objects hit the wall and bounced back.

When you look carefully, there are two thick white bones with a little flesh, which are the two patellas of Ji Loubo.

There are many muscles around the patella, and few blood vessels. The broom is fast and accurate, and it directly tore off the two corrugated covers. Only after Ji Loufan fell to the ground, did the blood gradually flow out.

With one move, Ji Loufan was destroyed. The old monk raised and lowered his falcon, drawing afterimages. He shook the bamboo broom lightly in his hand, and instantly swept down seven or eight men in black.

People in black kept pouring in, and Ren Chengwang and others jumped over the wall to help.

The injured Brahmin master quietly got up, took advantage of the chaos in the courtyard, turned around and hid in a meditation room.

Brahmins are naturally familiar with the deployment of the temple. The four meditation rooms were originally the residences of Empress Dowager Feng, Queen, Prince and Feng Liang.

It was the prince's hermitage that he avoided at this time.

Before him, three or four men in black rushed into the room, surrounded by an old woman outside, trying to pounce.

The old woman had no saber or sword all over her body, she just held a reed pipe and played a little song gently, the sound of the song was sad and soul-stirring.

A man in black shouted loudly,
"Don't listen to that music!"

Then he swung a steel knife and rushed forward.

The big man only took two steps, and fell to the ground like an evil spirit.

The other men in black came to their senses and turned over to kill them together.

The melody blown from the reed pipes suddenly turned rapidly, like a Qiang flute resenting willows, and an iron cavalry going out of the fortress. There is a chilling golden sound hidden in every note.

The men in black danced and danced to the sound of the music, each of them slumped on the ground, the scene was really weird.

When the song died down, all the men in black who broke into the room were exhausted.

The old woman put down the reed pipe in her hand, and showed a kind smile to the Brahmin master,

"How is the master injured?
If you can't fight anymore, you might as well sit here and rest. "

(End of this chapter)