Listening to politics behind a curtain?Kill the Queen Mother at the beginning!

Chapter 22 It's just pure crushing
In front of the long pavilion,
Dugu Qiubai loosened his clenched fingers slightly, and the grass galloped towards the long street like a bunch of horses. There was no vision of heaven and earth, nor the majestic momentum of the two swords just now, but the swords around him The intent was forcibly condensed and squeezed between those square inches. At this time, the sword intent on the grass alone could completely defeat countless famous swords in the world.

The old monk looked at the flying weed and was terrified.

However, the distance of more than fifty zhang is fleeting, and the whole body has been locked by the sword energy, so it was too late for the old monk to hide.

Not caring about anything else at the moment, the vajra in his hand suddenly landed, a wave of light swayed under his feet, spreading on the broken bluestone, faintly forming a small enchantment of Buddhism, sitting cross-legged on the ground like an old tree rooted, The free hands were pushed upwards, and the pure zhenqi all over the body gushed out along the palms, and condensed into a cover shaped like a giant bell to cover the surroundings.

But the old monk still felt that it was not safe enough,
Gritting his teeth, he took out a relic from his bosom and crushed it directly. In an instant, countless Buddha lights gushed out, without the slightest spillage, but all condensed on the golden bell cover, with countless obscure scriptures on top Circulation is miraculous.

Relying on the old monk's third-rank cultivation base, he was only able to complete it before that mediocre man got close.

"call……"

After finishing everything, the old monk heaved a sigh of relief when he looked at Cao Jie, who was already close at hand.

"The special effects are full?"

"This tortoise shell looks really hard."

Luo Conge stared at the layers of Buddha's light and scriptures circulating in front of the monk. This old monk has been walking in the rivers and lakes for dozens of years, and other things aside, his ability to save his life is really rare in the world.

"But Yelang is a bit arrogant."

Luo Congee had a good idea and then smiled.

The difference between the top of the second rank and the third rank is only a line, and the difference is thousands of miles, not to mention that Dugu Qiubai is the best swordsmanship in the world, and it is the pinnacle of the second rank swordsmanship.

There is a difference between the two!

It's ridiculous that those thieves thought they had a chance to do something, but what happened today is nothing more than those thieves sitting in a well and watching the sky.

Luo Porridge's voice still fell,
The straw was less than an inch away from the golden bell cover of the old monk, and before it touched, the small formation with the Vajra Rod as the eye of the formation suddenly shattered, and the light circulating on the cover flickered on and off, and the obscure The scriptures also dimmed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The moment the grass collided with the golden bell jar, the monstrous sword energy came out through the grass, and the aftermath alone caused the house with a radius of more than ten feet around the golden bell jar to collapse, but the sword intent was still there. It means half-dissipated.

Even if all the Buddha's light on the golden bell cover rushed to the point where it was in contact with the grass, it was still useless. In just one breath, all the visions in front of the old monk melted like ice and snow.

Luo Porridge looked up and felt that the defensive special effects in front of the old monk, which were originally full of screens, disappeared together as if the power had been turned off.

Looking at the grass that broke through all his life-saving methods and was still coming straight to the center of his eyebrows, the old monk gritted his teeth and gave up most of his blood, and raised his hand to punch out the last string of Buddhist beads.

All of a sudden, one hundred and eight sandalwood beads that had been enshrined with incense and now wrapped in pure qi slammed into the grass, and when the last beads were turned into powder, the grass was still a little bit off, pointing straight at it. The head was tilted to the lower chest and abdomen.

Luo Congee looked intently,

The old monk still looked like he was sitting cross-legged, but there was a head-sized hole in his chest and abdomen, and his heart was naturally included in it, and the original plain cassock was also stained bright red by the gushing blood.

"Is this his swordsmanship?"

When the old monk was dying, he recalled Fangcai's sword. He could faintly hear the very subtle sound of falling snowflakes being pierced by the sword point in the cold winter months. The roaring and surging sound of the huge waves, until the last sigh of the sword drawn and looking around in a daze, wanting to lose.

"The poor monk thinks too much of himself..."

The old monk felt the passing vitality in his body and murmured, according to his cultivation base of reaching the top of the third rank, as long as the head is not blown, even if the heart is destroyed, the blood energy in the whole body can still support more than ten breaths .

"The poor monk today finally paid his life for the obsession and greed in his heart." The old monk looked at the young man who was still intact and smiled miserably.

"Don't you Buddhists pay attention to cause and effect?"

"You came here today, and the cause is settled!"

"I think the life of you, old bald donkey, is not enough to repay the fruit." Luo Porridge looked at the dying Jiu Jie and sneered, if everyone who came to kill him would only kill him, he was afraid that no one would be killed. After all the worries, there will be an endless stream in the future.

"Benefactor, there are still thousands of monks named in the White Horse Temple, and there are still more than one million wealth in the treasury. I don't know if all of this can completely end today's cause and effect?"

At this moment, the old monk's eyes have regained some of the clarity of the past, and he also understands in his heart that if he dies, the White Horse Temple will inevitably be destroyed.

But thinking of all the things in my childhood, I still don't want to provoke this murderer for Buddhism, and said sincerely with my hands clasped together.

"not enough!"

Luo Porridge waved his sleeves and said categorically, there is a saying in the book that if one person achieves the Tao, he can even ascend to heaven. In his previous life, those bald donkeys avoided disaster at the mountain gate in troubled times, but by virtue of one temple's meritorious service to the dragon, the entire sect enjoyed prosperity for hundreds of years. year of incense.

But why come to this world, just thinking about one person committing evil, so one monk and one monastery are responsible for it?
"This official said that if we want to flatten the temples in Shangjing, there is absolutely no possibility of changing them, so we have to bulldoze ten or eight temples first, as an example to others!

"If in the future, if there is a bald donkey who dares to be an enemy of this official, all these foreign monks who chant scriptures will be sent to the west to serve the Buddha. By the way, they will push down the Buddha statue, burn the scriptures, and let your Buddhist gate be closed. Inheritance!"

Luo Congee said every word.

"Poor monk..."

The old monk held his last breath, staggered up with the Vajra Rod, moved closer and wanted to say something, but the vitality was still flowing with the blood dripping from the hollow in the chest and abdomen, and he just took a step forward. After a few steps, he couldn't hold on any longer, and slowly fell to the ground while leaning on the Vajra Staff.

Looking back at the light, it seems that countless monks in the temple were disembowelled and fell under the butcher knife, and that is the scene where the tall Bodhisattva covered with gold leaf, the Buddha, was also overturned and fell to the ground and fell to the dust.

"Clang..."

The vajra stick fell to the ground, and the old monk's body also fell straight forward, fell heavily into the ditch in front of him, and fell on his back in the bloody water, looking at those wide eyes, he couldn't bear to die.

【Luck value +200000】

"It seems that this old bald donkey is quite famous in Shangjing." Luo Congee murmured as he saw the extra [-] luck points.

……

on the long street,
Only the sound of pouring rain falling,

As expected by Luo Porridge, there is no danger of swordsmen catching each other and fighting for life and death, no thrilling reciprocation of you coming and me, and no counterattack of killing every step of the way and finally surviving the danger.

Some are just the crushing of realms,
The curtain fell in an understatement.

"Today outside the Cold Dew Pavilion."

"Junior and Senior Dugu join forces and are invincible in the world."

Looking at the dead long street, Luo Porridge joked.

outside the gazebo,
Looking at that figure alone, Qiu Bai couldn't help but smile.

"Senior, go back to your residence and rest."

"Junior, go and kill the rest of the thieves."

Luo Porridge waved his hand, and then opened the big black umbrella in his hand and walked out of the long street through the filth and blood all over the ground. All the bandits who came to surround and kill today have died, but there are still many people waiting for him to kill.

(End of this chapter)