Juvenile Gexing Drunken Dirge Song

Chapter 25
Seeing that Bai Xuan fell silent after coming down from the top, Xiao Se stretched out his hand and pushed Bai Xuan, and said casually, "I didn't expect you to have such an appearance. I thought you only loved your sword."

"Yes, yes, Bai Xuan, tell me about you and that her." Lei Wujie also became interested when he saw Bai Xuan's appearance, and the fire of gossip burning in his heart could not be extinguished no matter what.

Even Wu Xin, who was sitting cross-legged on one side, cast her eyes on Bai Xuan.Although he didn't say anything, the words "interested" were written in his eyes.

"There's nothing to say, it's all in the past." Bai Xuan stared at the bonfire in front of him and said to several people, and then said, "The past is like the wind, the people are gone, and there is no way back."

Hearing what Bai Xuan said, Xiao Se also sighed, closed his eyes and said nothing more.

"That's right, people, you still have to look ahead." Lei Wujie said with a smile.

"Oh, I never thought that Master Lei could say such Zen-like words." Wuxin glanced at Lei Wujie, with a faint smile on his face.

After this sentence, everyone didn't have anything to say.

Early the next morning, everyone woke up from their sleep. After watching everyone wake up, Monk Wuxin walked up the steps and headed towards the Buddha Hall at the former site of Dafanyin Temple not far away. Bai Xuan and the others also followed. , Looking down the mountain, hundreds of monks are sitting at the foot of the mountain, reciting unknown scriptures, looking from a distance, it is so spectacular.

Entering the main hall, a statue of Buddha several feet high stands in the center of the hall, solemn and solemn. Several sticks of burnt incense are inserted in the incense burner in front of the Buddha statue, and the ashes of the incense fall on the altar next to it.

Wuxin lit the candle on the altar, then took three injections of fresh incense in his hands, put them on the candlestick and lit them, inserted them in the incense burner, the green smoke curled up, Wuxin knelt down on the futon in front of the Buddha statue, and whispered "Old monk, you have always wanted to come to this Dafanyin Temple. I am here today for you. You can rest in peace."

Wuxin said, buried her head deeply on the futon, the moment she raised her head, Wuxin seemed to see the curling green smoke slowly turning into the appearance of an old monk, smiled kindly at him, and then turned upwards went.

Wuxin's tears couldn't be held back any longer, and came out silently. Bai Xuan and the others also knelt beside Wuxin, didn't say anything, just watched quietly, watching Wuxin pour out the four years in his heart.

Not long after, Wu Xin stopped her tears, stood up, and said to Bai Xuan and the others, "Thank you, three benefactors, for accompanying the little monk to come here to pay homage to the master." As he spoke, he bowed deeply to the three of them, and then , said nothing more, and walked out of the hall.

Bai Xuan, Xiao Se, and Lei Wujie looked at each other, but didn't say much, and walked outside at the same time, following behind Wuxin.

A few people had just walked to the halfway up the mountain, which was a square, Wuxin suddenly stopped, and a few people walked forward, it turned out that there were a few monks blocking the steps, and the person in the middle was dressed in a curly body. The monk's robe outside his body was bulging out of his muscles, his long beard was white, and he sat cross-legged and closed his eyes, like a wall, blocking in front of several people.

The monks on the side did the same, standing there, or sitting, or standing, and there was one person who seemed to be lying on the void.

"Who are they, and why are they blocking the way?" Lei Wujie, who was at the side, saw those monks, and asked with his elbows against the monks.

"The people from Jiulong Temple are probably here for this monk." Xiao Se explained to Lei Wujie.

"Nine Dragons Temple? Isn't Wuzen just studying in that temple?"

"Yeah, Jiulong Temple is not outstanding in Jianghu, and the only thing that can be used is a large combined attack formation, called the True Arhat formation. It's a very powerful formation technique." Xiao Se looked at Lei Wujie who was eager to try and said to him in a low voice.

"What are you afraid of, I'll break the formation." Lei Wujie was a little excited.

"A disciple of Xueyue City, do you want to confront the Buddhist sect in public?" Xiao Se reminded Lei Wujie in a daze.

"It's okay, I haven't started yet, haven't I? I'm not considered a disciple of Xueyue City." Lei Wujie said this, before his voice fell, his figure had already moved towards one of the few monks, and the figure in the air At that time, a certain boxing technique had already been developed.

When the monk saw someone standing up to break the formation, he also jumped up into the air, and punched Lei Wujie. After the two fists intersected, Lei Wujie flew upside down, but the monk landed firmly on the ground. Lei Wujie's punch did not pose any threat to him.

After landing, Lei Wujie rubbed his wrists, and immediately punched the monk again, but this time, four people walked out of the formation and aimed at the vital parts of Lei Wujie's body. As he went, Lei Wujie dodged in a panic, his figure stepped back several steps, and then looked at the monks, but those people had already stepped into the formation before Lei Wujie's gaze. middle.

Lei Wujie yelled loudly, and once again went to face a monk in the formation. This time, after the two played several tricks, there was no winner. After a short pause, Lei Wujie was about to fight again. He shot at the monk, but the monk didn't fight back, he just dodged Lei Wujie's fist with his steps, and then made a pause gesture.

Lei Wujie looked at the monk with some doubts, and he knew in his heart that he was not the opponent of the monk in front of him. From the first punch, Lei Wujie had already felt that this monk's martial arts were at least in a comfortable state. , with the strength of his Vajra Mortal Realm, he has no chance of winning, and he is just waiting for Wu Xin and Bai Xuan to make a move.

Just looking back, Bai Xuan and Wuxin didn't have any plans to make a move. They were sitting on the steps, watching the battle between themselves and the monk, and had no intention of making a move.

"Which benefactor is in front?" the monk asked loudly.

When Lei Wujie heard this, a smirk appeared on the corner of his mouth and said, "Xueluo Villa's deputy owner Xiao Wuse!"

When Xiao Se and Bai Xuan heard Lei Wujie's words, they frowned, with disgust on their faces, and they both spat "Get out."

"This kid is still trying to take my place, so I'll beat him up later." It was Bai Xuan who spoke, with an angry expression on his face, but unfortunately, Lei Wujie didn't hear this.

"I don't know why the benefactor blocked the way." The monk asked Lei Wujie angrily.

"There is only one person here who wants to go home, and the masters are blocking the way, right?" Lei Wujie put on a posture and said to the monk.

The monk was stunned for a while, then suddenly put his palms together, and said to Lei Wujie, "The benefactor is very clever."

"What kind of sharpness is not sharp, I don't understand, let's fight." Lei Wujie said, and once again threw a punch at the monk, but it was dispelled by the gentle force of the monk. For a long time, the two had already split several moves.

Xiao Se looked at the two people who had already dismantled several tricks in the field and asked Wu Xin, "How many arhats do you think this little ram can break?"

"I'm afraid they won't be able to defeat any of them. In fact, the Arhat Formation is a joint attack formation. I'm afraid there is only one person out of the other party." Wuxin said and stopped talking.

Bai Xuan on the side took up the conversation and said, "I'm afraid I'm looking down on Lei Wujie, a little rascal."

"Oh? Are you so unconfident? This is the deputy owner of my Xueluo Villa. I can't beat any of them. I'm afraid it's a bit embarrassing." Xiao Se said and looked at Bai Xuan.

When several people were talking about how many arhats Lei Wujie could break, Lei Wujie in the field was kicked several times by the monk, and his figure took several steps back to stabilize his figure.

After Lei Wujie stabilized his figure, he punched the monk again. In a blink of an eye, the two of them made several more moves. The monk forced Lei Wujie back, and said fiercely to Lei Wujie, "Great Arhat!" Fist? Don't underestimate the poor monk!" As he said, he slapped Lei Wujie with his palm, and Lei Wujie hurriedly resisted it, but the monk used a lot of strength for this move. How could he resist it? Immediately, he was slapped on the chest with a palm and flew upside down.

Seeing this, Bai Xuan covered his eyes with his hands, and made an expression that he couldn't bear to look directly at him. Wu Xin and Xiao Se beside him did the same, and turned their eyes elsewhere.

"Da Huai, enter the battle." An old voice came, and everyone looked around, and it turned out that the person who had been sitting opened his eyes at some point and looked at the people in the field.

When the remaining monks heard this, they immediately jumped into the arena, faintly surrounded Lei Wujie, and immediately turned their fists around Lei Wujie, but in the process, their figures did not change. No mess.

The group of monks surrounded Lei Wujie in a circle, the speed was getting faster and faster, bursts of Sanskrit sounds came out, Lei Wujie stared at the monks for only a few seconds, and then began to feel dizzy up.

Shaking his head, Lei Wujie also understood that this group of monks had already started to use their real skills, and they didn't dare to be careless in their hearts. Seeing the opportunity, they punched in one direction, but this punch hadn't touched the other side yet. With the silhouettes of several monks, a benevolent monk stepped out of the formation and deflected Lei Wujie's punch.

Lei Wujie became more and more dizzy as he watched, so he simply closed his eyes, but just after he closed his eyes, he felt a gust of cool wind behind his head, and then Lei Wujie opened his eyes again, dodging the punch.

At this time, Lei Wujie didn't know that this formation was indeed extraordinary, and he was not an opponent. Then, he skipped one kung fu after another in his mind, and then thought of the burning technique.There are not many people who have seen this kind of kung fu in the world, so maybe they won't expose their own martial arts.

Thinking in this way, he used the burning technique to turn his own power into firewood and integrate it into his body. Lei Wujie's aura suddenly increased, and Bai Xuan and others who were watching this scene tsk tsk Amazing.

"Oh? The art of burning fire, the benefactor is from Leimen?" The monk sitting cross-legged asked thoughtfully, looking at the aura of gas on Lei Wujie's body.

"How do you know?" Lei Wujie was shocked when he heard that the monk recognized his martial arts, and then changed the topic again, "What kind of martial arts are you talking about, why don't I know?"

When the old monk heard this, he didn't ask any more questions, but just said to himself, "I also have some old friends in Thunder Gate. I don't know whose disciple the benefactor is?"

"As I said before, my name is Xiao Wuxin, and I'm the deputy owner of Xueluo Villa." Although Lei Wujie was recognized, his mouth was as stiff as a dead duck.

(End of this chapter)