The Beacon of Kyushu

Chapter 189 The Heroine Girl Fights the Evil Saint Monks in a Bloody Battle ([-])

Hearing this, a man in white hurriedly made several gestures to Guangmu Dajiu.Guangmu Dajiu looked the visitor up and down, then smiled coldly and made a few hand gestures.The man in white hurriedly said loudly: "We said at the great wine ceremony that this matter has nothing to do with you monks. If you want to go over, you can go over it, but the eagle dogs of the two imperial courts must not be let go no matter what!"

The little novice also laughed when he heard the words, "Amitabha, looking at the world today, no one dares to say no to my master. You demons and heretics, how dare you be so arrogant and rude. You are here pretending to be demons and haunting ghosts, killing people and killing people." Fate, don't blame the little monk Guangji for being rude!"

Guangji said a few steps and rushed to the front of Guangmu Dajijiu, and an Arhat fist with a strong wind, hit the door of Guangmu Dajijiu.Guangmu Daji didn't panic, the moment he saw Guangji's punch was about to hit his cheek, the scimitar in his hand suddenly rose, and before everyone could see clearly, it had already cut towards the crook of Guangji's arm.Guangji looked at the scimitar that was coming so fast in disbelief, and it was too late to dodge it.If this knife really hit the target, his right arm would have to be chopped into two pieces.

Just as Murong Yunyao was about to help her, she suddenly felt a gust of wind blowing around her, which made her a little out of breath.Immediately, the gust of wind subsided, and there was a loud noise in the air, as if a sharp blade had slashed on a boulder as hard as iron.

Everyone looked at the scene in front of them in amazement, this terrifying scene.But I saw that middle-aged monk had floated from Taniguchi to the front of Guangmu Dajijiu at some point, with a light pull of his right hand, he protected Guangji behind his back, and his left arm forcibly caught the Guangmu Dajijiu. one knife.If it was an ordinary person, his arm would be chopped off by such a sharp sword.But the middle-aged monk in front of him was not only unscathed, even his sleeves were not damaged at all.

Guangmu Dajijiu looked at the monk's eyes, from the arrogance just now, suddenly became extremely fearful.She made several moves with the scimitar in her hand, slashing at the monk's vitals, but not only did not hurt the monk at all, but her tiger's mouth was so numb from the shock that the scimitar almost flew out of her hand.

The middle-aged monk smiled slightly, "Female benefactor, you should know that my Buddha taught both Bodhisattvas to lower their brows and the Vajra's angry eyes. If you persist in your obsession, the poor monk will have no choice but to offend you."

Guangmu Dajijiu couldn't communicate directly with the monk, so he had to raise his hand to signal a man in white.The man in white immediately understood, and then asked the monk, "Which treasure temple did this master become a monk? What is the name of the Dharma?"

The middle-aged monk said: "Amitabha, the poor monk has become a monk in Shaolin Temple, and he will repay his kindness with the Dharma name." Following his words, not only Guangmu Dajiu was surprised, even Murong Yunyao and Wan Jianfeng were dumbfounded.

Guangmu Dajiu let out a long sigh, put away his scimitar, waved at the many men in white, and flew away unwillingly.The group of ghostly monsters in white clothes also fluttered behind her, and disappeared into the dense jungle in a blink of an eye.

Seeing them leaving, Murong Yunyao breathed a sigh of relief.Then he turned to the middle-aged monk and said half-believingly: "Are you really the abbot of Shaolin, Master Baoen? The magic skill you used just now is the Vajra Formless Kung Fu created by you in the past ten years, right?"

Bao En looked sideways at Murong Yunyao, and praised: "Amitabha, this female benefactor really has a lot of knowledge and knowledge. I can't help but remind the poor monk of that old friend!"

Wan Jianfeng smiled and said: "Master, you are really a living Bodhisattva, if you don't show up again, our lives will be ruined! You can't really be summoned by this young man's spell, right? Otherwise In the middle of the night, what kind of Zen and what kind of scriptures did you monks go to this ghost place to practice?"

Repaying his kindness with a smile, "Haha, the young hero is joking. The poor monk was invited by senior brother Kuangyue to come to Quyue to perform deeds for the leader of the Li Kingdom, so as to take the opportunity to persuade the two countries to cease war and stop reckless killings. Passing by here tonight, my teacher The three disciples were resting in the ancient temple not far in front of us. Who would have thought that someone would suddenly murder us in secret. Thanks to the blessing of the Buddha, the villain did not kill us. The poor monk did not want to be troublesome, but the young disciples were so young Sheng, I decided to capture this group of gangsters and ask what happened, so the poor monk had no choice but to follow them. I waited to chase the gangsters all the way to this valley, but unexpectedly, the gangsters disappeared through the dense forest and secluded valley. The poor monk wanted to He retreated there, but suddenly heard the sound of fighting in the valley, fearing that some benefactor would be plotted against by villains, so he rushed here in a hurry.

As he spoke, he suddenly looked at Murong Yunyao, his eyes became very complicated, he hesitated for a while before making up his mind, and asked: "Seng Rong, please speak up, dare to ask who is this female benefactor and the former Emperor of Great Yan, Murong Yanyun?" Relationship? Did you know Zhao Chanxue, the former Princess of the Great Song Dynasty?"

Murong Yunyao was puzzled and said: "It's strange! Why do people often ask me about my relationship with Emperor Murong Yanyun in the past few years? This girl is the daughter of Murong Yanzhao, the founding father of the Song Dynasty. If you have to talk about the relationship between me and Murong Yanyun, that girl will tell you that we are enemies."

Baoen shook his head, and whispered to himself: "Impossible! With the appearance and martial arts of the benefactor, he is not like the daughter of Murong Yanzhao, but more like the queen of Murong Yanyun. But why does this benefactor say that she is the same as Murong Yanyun? Is it the enemy? It's really strange!"

Following the voice of his thoughts, he seemed to have fallen into the past, but soon he murmured in surprise: "Could it be... Could it be that she is the child who was lost before she left her hair in the past year, and her age is not too long?" It's just right. It's a pity that Li Guozhu's affairs are very important, if the poor monk goes one day late, there will be countless more souls in hell, I really can't delay for a moment, otherwise I will investigate this matter to the bottom!"

Thinking about repaying the favor, he clasped his hands together and said respectfully: "Amitabha, now that the evil spirits have receded, you can go out of the valley with peace of mind, and we master and apprentice should continue on our way." After he finished speaking, he took the two apprentices and left calmly .

When Murong Yunyao saw the three of them leaving, she said to Wan Jianfeng: "Smelly beggar, this girl is seriously injured and has no strength to turn back. Go back and tell General Liu to let them advance into Guhun Gorge overnight. I felt like I was going to go to Guluo City."

Wan Jianfeng shook his head, "Little witch, don't think about it carefully. Although this group of villains were scared away by Master Baoen, there is no guarantee that they will not make a comeback when the army enters the canyon. With the martial arts of that female devil, If you really want to kill the carbine, not to mention how many casualties the army will have, even you and I may not be able to survive by chance."

Murong Yunyao said angrily: "Then according to what you said, we fought for nothing this night, the soldiers we brought died for nothing, and my girl's injuries were also for nothing?"

Wan Jianfeng said: "You can't say that, at least I can follow the main road to find Mr. Hou, let him quickly come to the rescue, and General Liu to attack back and forth, even if this group of ghosts come again, We are not afraid anymore!"

Murong Yunyao endured the pain, and said: "Stinky beggar, General Liu needs you more, I should go to Master Hou." She said and walked towards the dense forest ahead, but her footsteps were very staggered. Almost fell down after walking a few steps.

Wan Jianfeng hurriedly helped her sit down, tore a few rags from her clothes, and helped Murong Yunyao bandage the wound, while saying: "Little witch, you are seriously injured, and we don't have any medicine on you, if you are really tough Going to find Mr. Hou, I'm afraid you will die on the way. It's better for you to go back to the barracks, where at least there will be a medical officer to treat your wounds, and I'm the young hero to ask for help."

Murong Yunyao shook her head, "No, if you're not in the army, General Liu's head will be muddled, and you won't take the army into the ditch! If I go back..." Before Murong Yunyao finished speaking, Wan Jian Feng murmured: "Add another head of muddy." Murong Yunyao wanted to reach out to pull his ears, but her arms were limp, so she waved her hands and said: "I don't have time to chat with you here. After a while, Guangmu Dajijiu and the others are really back, and none of us can live!" After she finished speaking, she forced herself to stand up, and staggered forward.

Wan Jianfeng sighed helplessly, feeling powerless for the first time.He doesn't know how to heal injuries, and he has no skills at all, so he can only let her go on an adventure alone.Looking at this little girl who is so jealous and willing to sacrifice her life to defend the country, this seven-foot man couldn't help but feel ashamed.Wan Jianfeng hadn't shed tears since the day he could remember. Looking at Murong Yunyao's staggering back now, his eyes were wet...

(End of this chapter)