Song Xing: I am cultivating immortals in Qingcheng Mountain

Chapter 348 Assassination in the Underwater River, the Monk’s Cause and Effect
"Desolate!!"

On the East China Sea, Xiao Se and his party boarded the Mu family's ship as they wished, without too many episodes.

But after a few people went to sea, they were assassinated by Anhe again.

While everyone was fighting, Xiao Se was knocked off the bow of the boat by a killer.

"asshole!!"

The spear in Sikong Qianluo's hand trembled slightly, and an aura that was different from the one in the free world shot straight into the sky.

"Happy Heaven Realm!"

On another boat on the sea, there was a man in dark green clothes, holding an umbrella in his hand. Seeing this scene, a hint of surprise suddenly flashed in his cold eyes.

Breaking through in battle may sound commonplace, and it has almost become the hallmark of those geniuses, but in actual battles, faced with desperate situations, only a few people can risk their lives and survive.

So Sikong Qianluo's breakthrough surprised him a bit.

"Sikong Qianluo, the daughter of the Gun Fairy, is actually a good person at practicing guns!"

Feeling the artistic conception of the sharp wind, the man couldn't help but praise it.

"However, even if you break through to the Xiaoyao Heaven Realm, you won't have the slightest chance of winning this time!"

The man sighed softly. This time, the Dark River operation was almost full of people. Even though he was the only one here, it was because the other masters in the Dark River were off to deal with another wave of people.

The group of Fugue Mysterious Realm people who have been following Xiao Se are the biggest trouble for this operation in the dark river.

"go!!"

The man stretched out his hand and pointed, and the umbrella suddenly spread out, turning into eighteen thin swords and flying towards the place where Xiao Se fell into the water.

It seems that this person is not at ease. The chance of Xiao Se falling into the water and surviving is not high, but what he wants is not possibility, but certainty.

"Amitabha!!"

At this moment, a long and melodious sound of Buddha came over. When it reached my ears, it suddenly turned into immeasurable heavenly sound, like a vajra's angry eyes and the roar of a lion.

The man's eighteen thin swords seemed to have hit something and were bounced back.

"Monk??"

The man frowned. In today's martial arts world, Zen Buddhism has declined since Wangyou passed away in Hanshui Temple. There are very few monks walking around in the world, but today he didn't expect to meet one.

"Wuxin??"

Upon hearing this Buddha's name, Tang Lian and others' subconscious reaction was that of Wuxin. After all, at this time, they could not think of another monk who was willing to help.

"The sect leader of Tianwaitian??"

The man holding the umbrella looked into the distance with cold eyes. He knew who Wu Xin was. The son of Ye Dingzhi, the leader of the Tianwaitian Sect, had been imprisoned in Hanshui Temple since the Suoshanhe Agreement until the recent Suoshanhe Period. After it was over, he was taken back by Tianwaitian.

The young monk was extremely talented. During the last Heroes' Banquet in Leijiabao, he had already reached the realm of Xiaoyao Tian. He was not a simple figure. And judging from the blow in front of him, the opponent's realm seemed to be even higher than imagined. high.

"Amitabha, the donor is so murderous, isn't he afraid of falling into the Avici Hell forever?"

But the next moment, a plain-looking monk stood opposite the man. His face was expressionless, and he stood with one hand on his chest, making a gesture of compassion for the Buddha.

The corner of the man's eyes twitched, and he secretly said something bad, because the person coming was not a free-spirited heavenly figure, but a wandering god.

“Dare you ask the master’s name??”

The man held the sword in one hand, and the remaining seventeen thin swords were circling around him. At this time, his eyes were firmly fixed on the monk in front of him, and he did not dare to be careless in the slightest.

"The poor monk does not have a Buddhist title, he is just a wall-facing monk from Hanshan Temple!" The visitor's eyes were calm, as before, as if he didn't care about anything, and there was no slight fluctuation in his heart because of the Buddhist title.

The man frowned.

"The monk facing the wall?"

Then he shook his head. Generally speaking, Buddhists face the wall to think about their mistakes. This is the same as many sects in the world, and it is not a big deal.

But whether the person in front of me is in terms of character or state, he is not the kind of person who would face the wall just to think about the past, so why would the other person face the wall?

Buddhism is actually very particular about facing the wall. Just like when Bodhidharma traveled eastward, he faced the wall not to reflect on his faults, but to achieve enlightenment.

At this moment, the man already had a guess in his mind about the monk in front of him.

"Hanshan Temple??"

Tang Lian frowned. He seemed to have heard this name somewhere.

"Lei Wujie, hurry up and save people!!"

The fight was forced to pause, and Sikong Qianluo kicked Lei Wujie, who was still in a daze, into the sea. Before, Lei Wujie always showed off his water skills, but now that it was this time, he knew how to be in a daze and angry. Sikong Qian's teeth were itching.

Lei Wujie scratched his head, smiled awkwardly, and didn't care about Sikong Qianluo's kick. Instead, he plunged into the sea.

"Hanshan Temple!!"

Suddenly, Tang Lian seemed to have thought of something and lost her voice.

Although the Buddhist and Taoist sect in martial arts has declined in recent years, it does not mean that there were no outstanding talents in Buddhism and Taoism at that time.

Hanshan Temple was previously one of the ancestral temples of the Zen sect. Its status is similar to that of Taoism in Qingcheng Mountain, which shows that it is extraordinary.

He had read a record that there was a great eminent monk in Hanshan Temple who was proficient in destiny, and could even see through a person's life and predict a corner of the future.

It seems that Ye Dingzhi also went there because of its reputation, but unfortunately, the eminent monk has passed away, which disappointed Ye Dingzhi for a long time.

"The Ancestral Court of Zen Sect."

On the other side, the man holding the sword became a little harsh in his tone. It was obvious that he was thinking of a lot, including the four words Zen Sect Ancestral Court.

"It's just a humble temple!"

The visitor remained unmoved.

"You Buddhists are also planning to get involved in this matter?"

The man stood on the bow of the boat, with a hint of helplessness in his cold eyes. The monk in front of him gave him a feeling of invulnerability, and he even felt that if he took action, he would be stopped by the other party.

So he could only watch helplessly as Lei Wujie rescued Xiao Se back to the ship.

"The poor monk did not come here for the things that the layman said. The poor monk came here for only one purpose. There is a great calamity in the world, so how can the living people deserve it!!"

The man was stunned for a moment, then looked at the uninvited monk, as if he didn't believe that there could be such a person in this world.

"The people we dispatched this time are not just you, there are also several people in the Shenyou Xuanjing. The master has formed a cause and effect with us this time, so we are not afraid of us coming to trouble the master again in the future. By then, if the body dies and the Tao disappears, don't blame me I didn’t warn you in advance.”

"Amitabha!"

The monk groaned lowly, without any fluctuation in his eyes.

"The layman was joking. If it is really because of this incident that the poor monk has formed a karma with you, then the poor monk will recognize this cause and effect. The Buddha said: 'If I don't go to hell, who will?'"

(End of this chapter)