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Chapter 58
Meng Xiuyuan heard the words, a flash of light flashed in his mind, he felt as if he had been struck by lightning, and every hair exploded in an instant.

In his previous life, he had seen an old film produced by the Bayi Film Studio, called "Tears of Snow Mountain". It was about the oppression and persecution suffered by the serfs in the snow area before liberation.

Now, some of these episodes inevitably reappeared in his mind.

In just an instant, the incomparably thick pure yang qi in Meng Xiuyuan's dantian meridians all boiled up, and an unparalleled force erupted from his body uncontrollably, and the strong wind blew the debris of the furniture in the house. Flying everywhere.

The next moment, his figure had already sprung out of the broken house, heading straight for the temple in the northwest direction where the drums were emitting.

"Hero, please, please don't, don't offend the master..."

Tashi's pleading voice came from the room behind him, and the voice was full of grief and fear.

Meng Xiuyuan became more and more angry after hearing this, hating that her daughter was taken captive, but she was afraid of offending the enemy, so she said such words to stop herself.

But at this time, he had no time to bother with him. Meng Xiuyuan just used his inner strength on his feet, and his whole body flew forward like an arrow on the grass.

Until he saw the temple on the hillside in his eyes, the drum sound became clearer in his ears, accompanied by the bleak sound of a horn, but Meng Xiuyuan's heart, which was almost scorched by anger, cooled down a little.

Because he suddenly remembered that the whiplashes he had just seen on Tashi were still bleeding and had not yet scabbed over, so they were obviously new injuries.In addition, the house was in a mess, and the dust splashed in the air had not completely dissipated. It was obvious that someone had just broken into it.

Based on this inference, the little Gesang may have just been kidnapped, or he may not have been poisoned.

Thinking of this, Meng Xiuyuan began to force himself to calm down.Because there are not many good players in the temple, if he wants to save people, he needs a calm mind to deal with the enemy.

This temple is not big, only one main entrance can be entered and exited, and it is impossible to sneak in.Seeing this, Meng Xiu simply took a breath of indignation, his speed increased rather than decreased, and he headed straight for the main gate.

"Bold! Who dares to sabotage my temple goddess worshiping food puja?!"

The old lama was very skilled. He heard Meng Xiuyuan's rushing breathing and footsteps from a distance. He shouted at the main entrance with his inner strength, trying to intimidate those who came, and at the same time to warn his disciples.

It's just that Meng Xiuyuan disregarded the damage to the meridians at this time, and in a short period of time, his true qi burst out with all his strength, and the speed has really reached the peak of his life.

When the old Lama uttered the first word, Meng Xiuyuan was still on the hillside, but when he finished speaking, Meng Xiuyuan almost rushed into the hall.

The monks in the hall were really too late to react.

I saw that the old lama was sitting on a lotus platform with a sutra in his hand, and he was obviously chanting sutras just now.A group of young lamas sat in a circle in the main hall, each holding a leather double-sided drum and a horn made of long bones, and accompanied the old lama with musical instruments.

Meng Xiuyuan ran straight into the hall from the main entrance, ignoring them, his eyes swept across the hall quickly, he quickly found the small door leading to the apse, and then ran in that direction without hesitation.

All the young lamas had mediocre skills, and they still hadn't realized what was going on at this point. Only the old lama, with a fierce face, jumped down from a height, and suddenly attacked Meng Xiuyuan like a big bird. .

Seeing this, Meng Xiuyuan, who was already full of anger in his heart, was not afraid, and slapped the old lama with a backhand.

The two held their palms together, Meng Xiuyuan froze slightly, while the old lama flew back upright, smashing the wood lotus platform he was sitting on just now.

Both sides were surprised by this situation.

Naturally, the old lama never imagined that a young man like Meng Xiuyuan would have such a cultivation level. In one palm, the wild palm force completely suppressed him, like a tsunami, unmatched.

Ever since he achieved his magical skills at the age of 40, the old lama has never lost a head-to-head confrontation with others. Unexpectedly, he stumbled on this little baby today.

Meng Xiuyuan was also very surprised. Although he had previously noticed that this old lama had profound martial arts, he never thought that he would actually be able to take his own palm.

It wasn't that Meng Xiuyuan was arrogant. Although he had just shot a little hasty, he had already used seven or eight points of skill in this palm. There were probably no more than two people in the world who could catch his palm without being seriously injured. The number of palms, but did not expect that the thin old lama in front of him is actually one of them.

And what is very special is that although this old lama’s infuriating qi is already very strong, his physical strength seems to be even more exaggerated. Somewhat unexpected.

Contacting his identity, Meng Xiuyuan's thoughts turned and he couldn't help but subconsciously guess whether he had learned the supreme body protection method of Tantra, "Dragon Elephant Prajna Gong".

However, these thoughts just flashed through Meng Xiuyuan's mind. At this moment, he was only worried about the safety of little Gesang, and had no time to think about other things.

What about the "Dragon Elephant Prajna Gong"? Even if the Golden Wheel Dharma King was resurrected a hundred years ago, Meng Xiuyuan would not be afraid of him.

At this time, there was no one in the hall that could stop Meng Xiuyuan, and he didn't want to fight, and continued to rush towards the backyard of the temple.

As he took a step, he shouted the name of little Gesang, and tried his best to concentrate his true energy in his ears, hoping to hear her response.

Little Gesang's voice had already recovered by half, and he was able to make some babbling sounds long ago.

Just a few days ago, after Meng Xiuyuan used True Qi to channel her pulse, she blushed and finally tried to say a vague "thank you" to him.

That was the first sentence that little Gesang said in his life.

At this time, Meng Xiuyuan was extremely hopeful that he could hear that tender and naive voice again.

It's just that he shouted for a long time, but there was no response.

After rummaging through the houses, I was disappointed again and again.

During the period, the scene in many rooms can be described as blood dripping and shocking.

Meng Xiuyuan's heart became more and more heavy, his fists were clenched and his teeth were clenched, and all kinds of bad guesses could not help but spring up, forcing him to feel a little panic in his heart after a long time.

Until the last room, he took a deep breath, raised his hand in mid-air, closed his eyes and hesitated for a while before he dared to push the door and enter.

Fortunately, God see you.

"Gesang!"

In the dark hut, Gesang was tied upside down on a wooden post without an inch, the old table beside him was covered with a whole set of knives of various sizes, and there were faint traces of unwiped blood all over the house.

The two middle-aged lamas had already picked up their knives and gestured to the delicate and white back that Gesang showed, as if they were discussing something planned.

At this moment, the two suddenly heard the door being pushed open in their ears, and they turned around to see Meng Xiuyuan and couldn't help but startled.

Meng Xiu saw this situation from afar, and although he was glad that Gesang had not suffered yet, he also knew with his own eyes what these beasts wanted to do. He could no longer contain the rage in his heart. shoot.

"Fuck you!!"

The wild and ferocious palm strength was unreserved, and the two were completely powerless to resist, and immediately flew out backwards, and were shot straight at the thick earth wall behind by this huge force.

Hearing only two bangs, the two of them were actually slapped into the wall, and although they were killed immediately, their bodies were stuck by the wall, standing upright, and did not fall down for a long time.

From a distance, it really looks like two portraits hanging on the wall.

Immediately, Meng Xiuyuan hurriedly pulled out the Zhenwu sword, attached Zixiao sword qi, and carefully cut off the iron chains that bound Xiao Gesang's limbs.

Little Gesang was so frightened that she almost fainted, but when she heard Meng Xiuyuan's voice suddenly, it suddenly lifted her spirits.

Now that she broke free, she turned around and saw that Meng Xiuyuan had really come to save her. Little Gesang was so excited that tears burst into his eyes, and he didn't care about anything else, so he hugged Meng Xiuyuan tightly.

There was a whimper in her mouth, and she couldn't tell whether it was crying or happy, but her body was tightly pressed against Meng Xiuyuan, and she was unwilling to let go no matter what.

"It's alright, it's alright..."

Meng Xiuyuan felt sour in his heart and didn't know how to comfort him, so he could only gently touch the little Gesang's hair, then he shook his body away with gentle force, and stretched out his hand to undo his coat and robe to cover her body.

At this time, the lamas in the hall just outside had already found their way.

The old lama at the head blocked the door, his brows furrowed, his face stern, his eyes fixed on Meng Xiuyuan, and his voice was low and heavy:
"You're here, you can't run away."

Hearing this, Meng Xiuyuan narrowed his eyes, turned around slowly, and said coldly to the old lama:
"Don't worry, I won't go anywhere today if I don't kill all of you beasts."

(End of this chapter)