The days when I was working in the West Factory

Chapter 272
After all, Zhao Yu told the warriors from the Supervision Department to stop.

puff!

But just before Zhao Yu's words fell, Ji Feng still beheaded Master Miejue.

In Tallinn, there were stumps and broken arms all over the ground, blood melted into the soil, and the whole ground became muddy.

Those who come to Shaolin to participate in the Demon Slaying Conference, apart from dozens of righteous sects, there are also some crooked sects and gangsters.

But now, not even a single one survived.

However, even those who survived have lost their expressions, slurred their speech, and most of them are crazy...

"Amitabha, sin, sin!"

All the eminent monks in Shaolin looked at the Pagoda Forest like Abi Purgatory, lowered their heads and folded their hands together.

……

"Eunuch Zhang, where are you going?"

Just when the survivors were silent, a joking voice came from behind.

Zhang Jing saw that things had come to this point, and immediately wanted to run away.

But he didn't want to be stopped by a man with an embroidered spring knife and a bloody face before he reached the outskirts of Tallinn.

Ji Feng held the Xiuchun Knife that was still dripping blood, and stared at Zhang Jing who looked flustered in front of him with a sneer.

The governor told them to stop, but the old man didn't say anything to let them go.

So from Ji Feng's point of view, as long as Zhao Yu doesn't raise his hand, even a fly in Tallinn won't be able to fly out!
Zhao Yu turned around when he heard the sound, and after seeing Zhang Jing, he smiled and moved forward.

"Zhao Yu, our family has an imperial decree, and it's an imperial envoy!!"

Seeing Zhao Yu walking towards him with a smile on his face, the back of Zhang Jing's neck felt a chill, then he raised the imperial decree in his hand and sternly shouted at Zhao Yu.

"Yeah, I didn't say you're not an imperial envoy!"

Zhao Yu glanced at the imperial decree in Zhang Jing's hand, and said it as a matter of course.

brush! !

But before Zhang Jing could heave a sigh of relief, a cold light suddenly appeared, and then the world spun around for a while.

thump!
Zhang Jing's dead body fell to the ground, and on one side of his fallen head, there was still a trace of joy in his life after the catastrophe.

The imperial decree in his hand fell into the blood on the ground.

"Let's go!"

After finishing Zhang Jing, Zhao Yu came to the old monk and said under the horrified expressions of everyone.

"Please,"

The people around didn't know why, but the old monk stretched out his hand slightly and made a gesture of invitation.

From the time the two of them met, to the confrontation, to the final action, what they said was clearly heard by the people around them.

Because of this, Zhao Yu felt strange when he uttered this far-fetched sentence.

"Son..."

Seeing that Zhao Yu was going to follow the old monk, Jiang Yuyan immediately stepped forward, staring at the old monk in front of him with a fearful expression.

She could feel the extraordinaryness of this old monk.

It is no exaggeration to say that among all the masters she has come into contact with, no one can compare with the old monk in front of her!
From Jiang Yuyan's point of view, even Zhao Yu's confrontation with this old monk would be a disaster.

"It's okay, wait for me here!"

Zhao Yu smiled faintly, then followed the old monk without looking back, and walked towards the temple.

It wasn't until the figures of Zhao Yu and the old monk disappeared in the tower forest that Jiang Yuyan turned around and glanced at the monks not far away.

As long as Mr. Fan has a little accident, she doesn't mind killing all the monks here!
"Ok?"

Just when this big guy didn't dare to breathe, a vision suddenly fell from the sky.

Little petals with fragrance, falling from the sky.

The distant sound of Buddhist vessels accompanied by the Buddha's singing spread into the pagoda forest.

Everyone looked curiously at the entrance of Tallinn.

I saw more than a dozen lamas walking towards the Tallinn unhurriedly carrying a Buddha head.

Then, there was a burst of Buddha's chant that was deliberately driven from the inner force to sing in the middle of the Buddha.

"Great Snow Mountain, Dalun Temple, Dalunming King Tubo Guoshi Jiumozhi, who has long admired the reputation of the ancient Shaolin Temple, came here today to visit, and hope that the abbot, the god monk, will forgive the young monk for his sudden crime..."

This section of self-introduction was motivated by internal force, so everyone present could hear it clearly.

It stands to reason that King Dalun Ming is also a character, so this kind of ostentation is justified.

But in the eyes of everyone at the scene, this guy is somewhat careless.

You don't even look at what's going on now, so you rush over here to pretend to be a kid, aren't you courting death? !

Others are eager to get out of this unlucky world as soon as possible, but he is lucky, so he insists on making such a big battle!
All the eminent monks in Shaolin looked at each other in blank dismay. After spending so long in the rivers and lakes, it was really the first time I saw someone who couldn't see the height of their eyebrows like this!

As for Jiumozhi, who was sitting in the buddhist hall, waiting for the Shaolin speaker to invite him to come down, he was also a little puzzled.

It stands to reason that this Shaolin is at least an authentic Buddhist sect in the Central Plains, even if it is not because of his status as a Tubo national teacher, it should be considered that he belongs to the Buddhist sect, and it would be right to invite him aloud!
He sat there for a long time, but there was not even a little movement outside.

After waiting for a long time, seeing that no one invited him, Jiumozhi directly rushed out of the Buddhist temple, and the foreign lama raised the lotus lamp in his hand.

Jiumozhi flew towards the pagoda forest with one lotus lamp step by step.

"Jumozhi, the Tubo national teacher, is... um?"

Jiumozhi flew in front of the eminent monks and was about to salute when he first saw Xuanci sitting cross-legged on the ground.

Looking around, he could tell at a glance that the abbot of Shaolin in front of him was seriously injured.

But at this moment, Jiumo Zhi realized that something seemed wrong.

Turning his head and looking around, apart from a dozen people from the Central Plains martial arts who were curled up on the ground trembling, there were also some masters carrying knives standing around Tallinn.

These people were full of murderous intent, staring at him on the high platform, some of them were still bleeding from the long knives in their hands.

But Shaolin Temple, which is a pure place of Buddhism, looked around at this moment, but there were stumps and broken arms everywhere.

Obviously just experienced a fight!
"..."

After seeing the situation clearly, Jiumozhi finally came to his senses, as if...he didn't come at the right time!

"Our temple has something to do today, please wait for the national teacher, please go back."

Xuanci glanced at Jiang Yuyan first, and then said to Jiumozhi.

It's already obvious in the words, hurry up and get out of here!

Who is Jiumozhi?

The famous dog skin plaster in Tianlong, don't even think about tearing it off.

Looking around, a sneer appeared on the corner of Jiumozhi's mouth, and he clasped his hands together and said to the abbot, "The master and the young monk belong to the same Buddhist sect, although they are in different temples. If the abbot and the master are in trouble, how can the young monk stand by and watch?"

I looked around to see if there were any masters that I couldn't handle.

However, Jiumozhi discovered that those people with fierce faces on the periphery, although they were advanced in martial arts, were far behind him alone.

Now that Shaolin Temple is in trouble, if he can help, then in the name of exchanging Buddhism afterwards, it will not be difficult to enter the Buddhist scripture pavilion...

Isn't that why he came all the way to Shaolin Temple?

But this Tubie national teacher didn't even think about it, how could he start killing people in Shaolin Temple just by relying on these people he saw?
"The little monk has learned the lesson!"

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Xuanci to stop him, Jiumozhi smiled confidently, and said to a warrior not far away.

"Let me teach you, uncle!!!"

Erha roared angrily, then waved his hand, and the wrestlers on the scene rushed forward with their knives in their hands!

Jiumozhi's mistake was that he regarded the fight with these strong men from the supervisory department as a martial arts contest...

(End of this chapter)