I use my daughter's body to cut down the rivers and lakes

Chapter 436: Buddha Head Sacrifice
Feng Qun arrived at the teahouse on horseback at noon.

"Uu——"

Feng Qun got off his horse, dusted himself off, and walked to the door of the teahouse with a worried look on his face, and was about to reach out to lift the curtain.

call--

Suddenly, his eyes narrowed, and his outstretched right hand suddenly turned over, with his five fingers put together to form a palm gesture and stamped towards the door curtain.

Pong!
With a muffled sound, Feng Qun's palm landed firmly on the door curtain. The door curtain made of coarse cloth was like a solid wall of steel. No matter how the powerful aura in Feng Qun's palm continued to surge, the door curtain did not move at all.

Feng Qun's pupils trembled when he saw this, and at the same time, a golden light flickered on his body.

hum-

In a flash, the door curtain was suddenly lifted.

There were flickering lights and shadows in front of Feng Qun's eyes, and he couldn't see the opponent's moves at all. His mind focused, and then he suddenly raised his left hand that was hanging by his side in front of him.

"Ah!"

With a loud shout, Feng Qun's figure was instantly engulfed by condensed golden light, and two golden palm prints appeared in front of him.

Snapped!Snapped!
I saw a slender figure appearing and disappearing from time to time, and a white jade hand swept across Feng Qun's palms with lightning speed.

Feng Qun suddenly felt a huge force coming between his arms.

The enormous force turned into a torrent and flowed straight into Feng Qun's body along the veins of his arms. Feng Qun instantly felt the blood and energy in his body surging.

buzzing...

The golden light shrouding his body began to tremble, and looked like it was about to collapse at any time.

wow——

Feng Qun slid back more than ten steps until he could barely control the surging blood in his body. Then he stomped his foot hard into the ground, and one of his calves instantly sank into the ground, before he stopped retreating.

"Prefect Feng, it seems you have had a good time these days." Liu Qi stood at the door of the teahouse, slowly withdrew his hand, looked at Feng Qun who had gained some weight, and couldn't help smacking his lips.

The moment Feng Qun heard the voice, the expression on his face froze, and the internal Qi that was madly circulating in his body gradually calmed down.

He took a deep breath, then raised his head, and the figure of Liu Qi suddenly appeared in his sight. His eyes dropped slightly, and finally fell on the short knife at Liu Qi's waist that had not yet been unsheathed.

"It turned out to be Miss Liu." Feng Qun smiled bitterly and then bowed, "I haven't seen you for a few months. Miss Liu is still as charming as ever!"

Liu Qi seemed quite calm in the face of Feng Qun's salute. She recalled the scene of Feng Qun being enveloped in golden light in her mind, and then shook her head silently.

If this is the entire power of the Vajra Indestructible Art, it would be quite disappointing.

After all, she didn't even draw her knife just now.

At this moment, a man hurriedly ran out of the teahouse, walked around Liu Qi nervously, looked at Feng Qun carefully, and saw that he did not look injured, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

Then he bowed to Feng Qun and said, "Master."

Feng Qun narrowed his eyes slightly when he heard this and looked at his disciple thoughtfully.

Although Feng An lowered his head, he could still feel his master's gaze, and he suddenly felt a wail in his heart.

Master, I also wanted to remind you, but that woman attacked directly and I was neither in time nor brave enough to do it!
"Okay, let's go in and talk." Liu Qi said. She had nothing to do and wanted to test Feng Qun's level.

Feng Qun silently pulled his feet out of the soil and then nodded.

The three of them entered the teahouse one after another.

Now in the teahouse, except for Liu Qi and his group and Master Feng Qun and his disciples, the rest of the guests had already fled.

Seeing that the hall was empty, Feng Qun couldn't help but look at Feng An beside him with a blaming look.

Feng An avoided the gaze and could only keep his head down.

"Don't blame your disciple." Liu Qi suddenly said, "Even He Wentian has been tricked. If they get involved, they will only die in vain."

Feng Qun looked at Liu Qi in surprise: "Miss Liu also knows?"

Liu Qi nodded slightly, then came to the table and sat down. Liu Shijiu beside him immediately handed him a porcelain cup filled with tea.

Liu Qi took the teacup and took a sip, then pointed to the empty seat opposite and said softly, "Sit down."

Feng Qun glanced at the people sitting at the same table, his gaze lingered on Zhou Mi for a moment, and then he sat down directly opposite Liu Qi.

Feng An lowered his head and stood obediently behind Feng Qun.

The teacup stopped at his lips. Liu Qi suddenly raised his eyes to look at Feng Qun, and then asked in a deep voice: "What exactly does your junior brother want to do?"

Feng Qun's eyes flashed with a strange color. He then took the tea handed over by Liu Shijiu with a solemn expression, thanked him softly, and replied in a serious tone: "I don't know what Jingchen is trying to do, but I am sure that the recent deaths of martial artists related to Shaolin must be related to him."

Jingchen, the current abbot of Shaolin Temple, is one of the Seven Stars.

According to Feng An, not long ago, Jingchen suddenly came to Qingjiang Prefecture, met with Feng Qun, and then left.

But on the second day after Jingchen left, three murders occurred in Qingjiang Prefecture. The victims were not only all martial artists, but also had close ties with Shaolin.

Feng Qun didn't take it seriously at first, until there were more and more similar murders. He saw the two big words "Shaolin" clearly written on all the files, and then he realized that something was wrong.

So on the one hand, he asked Xu Yongyuan, who had just been transferred back to Qingjiang Prefecture, to investigate the case, and on the other hand, he secretly looked for Jingchen's whereabouts.

The reason why so many people from the martial arts world gathered here today was because they were invited by Feng An. It would be like looking for a needle in a haystack to find a top master in the vast sea of ​​people, but Feng Qun still wanted to give it his best, so he made use of these all kinds of idle people.

There is no other way out.

Liu Qi asked, "Were these murders really committed by Jingchen?"

Jingchen is, after all, the abbot of Shaolin Temple and a leading figure in the Buddhist community in Central China. With his cultivation and character, he would not be so cruel if he did not have any deep hatred engraved in his bones!

Feng Qun replied with a bitter look on his face: "I have sent seven people to Shaoshi Mountain in succession, but no one has replied so far. I think something must have happened in Shaolin."

After discovering that all the murders were related to Shaolin, Feng Qun immediately thought of Jingchen who had visited him not long ago, so he sent people to Shaoshi Mountain to inquire whether Jingchen had returned to Shaolin.

But all the people who were sent out never returned, as if they had evaporated from the face of the earth. If there hadn't been an increasing number of murders in his jurisdiction, Feng Qun would have wanted to visit Shaolin in person long ago!

Feng Qun's feelings towards Shaolin are quite complicated.

On the one hand, in order to regain the Vajra Indestructible Kung Fu, he was sent to lurk in the Vajra Gate and almost erased all traces of him in Shaolin.

Even though he later successfully took back the Vajra Indestructible Divine Art, more than twenty years had passed and Jingchen, who was a few years younger than him, had already taken over the position of abbot.

Even Jingxian, whom he looked down upon in the past, became the abbot of Bodhi Temple.

Looking at the entire Shaolin, there is no place for him anymore!

Moreover, Feng Qun knew very well that his attempt to lurk into the Vajra Sect to steal the Vajra Indestructible Divine Art must not be made public, so even if he brought the Divine Art back with him, it would be difficult for him to gain a foothold in Shaolin openly.

So Feng Qun simply cut off all ties and completely gave up the idea of ​​returning to Shaolin.

He is now protected by the Vajra Indestructible Art. Even if Shaolin wants to attack him, they have to consider whether they have the strength to do so.

If it really comes to a point where the fight ends in death, the worst that can happen is that he will expose Shaolin's ugly deeds to the public. It is always better for everyone to perish together than for him to lose alone!
Originally Feng Qun thought that he would no longer have any dealings with Shaolin until Jingchen came to him not long ago.

Liu Qi also wanted to know why Jingchen, the abbot of Shaolin, came all the way to find Feng Qun.

In the turmoil caused by the Nine Cauldrons, the presence of Buddhism seemed a little too weak.

Calculating the time, when Jingchen found Feng Qun, it happened to be the time when Liu Qi was in desperate situation in Kunlun.

Feng Qun looked around with a worried look on his face.

Liu Qi understood what was happening and waved his hand to signal others to go out first.

When there were only two people sitting at the table, Feng Qun finally spoke: "Jingchen wants me to return to Shaolin and help him resist the impending catastrophe."

Liu Qi: "You refused." Feng Qun nodded silently.

Then he smiled bitterly and said, "Even if I agree, what identity should I return to Shaolin with?"

At that time, he was considered the number one person of the Jing generation, otherwise he would not have been chosen by the elders of the sect to carry out such an important mission.

If I go back now, do I really have to be a monk sweeping the floor for the rest of my life?

Feng Qun had been sinking in the secular world for decades, and his six senses had long been impure. Naturally, he was unwilling to spend the rest of his life as a Buddhist monk.

"Miss Liu." Feng Qun's face suddenly turned serious, and then he looked at Liu Qi and said seriously, "Is it true as Jingchen said, that once the Nine Cauldrons are opened, the world will usher in a catastrophe of destruction?"

Liu Qi calmly replied: "I don't know."

She really didn't know.

Our current understanding of the impact of the opening of the Nine Cauldrons is all based on inference and imagination.

By the way, there are also several flying scenes that Liu Qi had witnessed.

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In those scenes, there were indeed scenes of the sky collapsing and the sea surging.

But the Mother Goddess failed in the end.

If she succeeds in flying, will the world really be destroyed?

Liu Qi didn't know either.

There are too many mysteries in this world. If you don’t take that step yourself, you will never know what kind of situation you will face.

Feng Qun stared at Liu Qi's face, as if trying to see something.

But Liu Qi's face remained calm from beginning to end, and Feng Qun finally withdrew his gaze sadly.

woohoo hoo...

Outside the teahouse, the cold wind was blowing hard.

Liu Nineteen and his companions couldn't help but gather themselves together and look sideways in the direction of the teahouse door.

"What's so important that you have to talk about it behind my back!"

Listening to Liu Nineteen's resentful muttering, Zhou Mi couldn't help but smile, and then comforted her: "Don't complain, you know Liu Qi's temper, when has she ever betrayed anyone?"

If Feng Qun had not been worried about the large crowds, Liu Qi would have been able to discuss everything without changing his expression even on a busy street.

"Sister Nineteen, look at that uncle!" Liu Nineteen found someone pushing her arm. She lowered her eyes and saw Tianxiang pointing to the side, saying timidly.

Liu Shijiu looked in the direction Tianxiang pointed and saw Feng An next to the stable.

The stable was about twenty steps away from Liu Shijiu and the others. Feng An had his back to them and there was no sign of anything wrong.

Liu Nineteen couldn't help but glance at Tianxiang again. Seeing her wrinkled face like a bun, he immediately became suspicious and shouted to Feng An, "Hey, the guy with the surname Feng!"

After the sound, the man in blue shirt still stood with his back to them, motionless like a sculpture.

Only then did Liu Nineteen realize that something was wrong.

A look of vigilance immediately appeared in her eyes, and then she quietly stepped forward, while her right hand already grasped the hilt of the knife at her waist.

Nourishes—

The blade slowly pulled out of the scabbard.

Liu Nineteen walked forward with a gloomy face, and with every step she took, her body became more tense.

When he was ten steps away from Feng An, Liu Shijiu had already drawn his dagger.

call--

Suddenly a strong wind blew past.

Liu Nineteen only felt a sharp pain in front of her eyes, and then closed her eyes. But when she opened her eyes again, everywhere she looked was shining with golden light, and the whole world seemed to be dyed golden.

"Boom! Boom! Boom——"

Just when Liu Shijiu was feeling confused, a sound like a huge bell suddenly rang in his ears.

"Amitabha--"

At the same time, the solemn and dignified sound of Buddhist chanting echoed in my ears.

Liu Nineteen's heart trembled, and he felt as if something exploded in his brain.

Bang!

Zhou Mi and Tian Xiang looked at the dagger in Liu Shijiu's hand suddenly falling to the ground, and both of them had a solemn look on their faces.

Whoosh!
At the same time, a strong wind broke out from the teahouse.

Canglang——

The sound of the sword rose to the sky.

Zhou Mi and Tian Xiang couldn't help but cover their ears and close their eyes tightly.

Wow!

A huge blade light flashed in an instant, and then it slashed towards the empty space in front with the force of splitting Mount Hua.

The moment the blade light slashed down, Liu Qi, holding the short knife, moved forward almost synchronously with the huge blade light and instantly appeared beside Liu Shijiu.

Rumbling--

At the same time, the blade light fell, but suddenly stopped in mid-air, as if blocked by an invisible wall. Accompanied by a deafening roar, countless surging air waves swept out in all directions.

"Pretend to be a ghost!"

"Look, get out of here!"

Liu Qi put one hand on Liu Shijiu's shoulder, and then a golden light seemed to appear in front of her eyes. Her face turned cold and she shouted loudly, then the short knife hanging on her right side suddenly slashed upwards.

Click, click, click...

Everything before my eyes seemed to shatter like glass, with countless golden lights spilling out from the cracks.

Suddenly, a huge monster was reflected in Liu Qi's pupils, and the entire pupils were instantly dyed golden.

A towering golden Buddha suddenly appeared before him.

"Amitabha--"

The Buddha statue put its hands together, and the low sound of Buddhist chanting echoed between the sky, creating waves of air.

"My Buddha is merciful and will lead you into the Pure Land of Reincarnation!" As the tightly closed Buddha's eyes suddenly opened, the pair of dark pupils seemed somewhat out of place in the golden light that permeated the surroundings.

Liu Qi looked at the pair of eyes that were obviously human, and immediately pulled Liu Shijiu's body back with force.

Liu Nineteen's figure was thrown backwards. Before she landed in the air, the golden light in her eyes instantly faded away. A look of confusion flashed across her eyes, but she quickly regained consciousness.

At the same time, Liu Qixiu raised his hand, and the short knife turned a circle in his palm and was firmly grasped by five fingers as tender as green onions.

"I am not afraid of the real Buddha, how dare you, a fake Buddha, pretend to be a god here." Liu Qi snorted coldly, "Then leave the Buddha's head as a sacrifice for my sword!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Liu Qi jumped out.

(End of this chapter)