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Fang Zheng took two steps forward, and said in a solemn voice: "The sea of ​​suffering is boundless, it is dark to turn around, let go of the hatred of slaughter, and become a Buddha immediately. The benefactor of the East should not create karma again."

Dongfang Bubai said: "Old monk, if you don't cry when you see the coffin, I will slaughter your hundred disciples first."

"Bu Fumo big array!" Fang Zheng also did not expect him to turn his face when he said that he would turn his face, and shouted hastily.

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone saw a group of red shadows flashing past, and immediately several monks flew upside down and knocked down the whole area.

Before the formation was completed, it was disrupted by Dongfang Bubai.

"What a quick movement."

Fang Zheng was taken aback, and shouted angrily: "The poor monk will break the precept once in a while!"

As soon as the words fell, the Buddhist beads in the palm shot out.

Whoosh!

The Buddhist beads shot at Dongfang Bubai, but passed through the red shadow.

This is the afterimage left by Dongfang Bubai's speed in the air.

Fang Zheng raised his hand again, and the three Buddhist beads shot towards Dongfang Bubai.

Dongfang Bubai, like a prophet, suddenly stopped and rushed in the other direction.

"Ah..." "Pfft..."

A scream sounded.

These Arhat Hall disciples did not fight back at Dongfang Bubai's hands, where the red shadows flashed, the monks flew in response, and there was a large area.

"Go back quickly."

Fang Zheng saw that Dingzhu's magical power of subduing demons was useless, so he rushed forward and slapped forward with his palm. Suddenly, the shadow of the palm filled the sky, blocking the entire space in front of him.

"Chiba Tathagata palm."

Dongfang Bubai didn't dodge or evade, he took out an embroidery needle and stabbed forward.

The shadows of the palms all over the sky suddenly merged into one, and the tip of the needle pierced the shadows of the palms.

boom!

The palm shadow dissipated.

Fang Zheng immediately retracted his hands, put his palms together in front of his chest, and proclaimed the Buddha's name: "Amitabha."

If you look carefully, you can see a tiny red spot on the palm of his hand, which has been stabbed by the sunflower sword energy.

"The Yi Jin Jing is really extraordinary." Dongfang Bubai pulled Yang Lianting back a step, and said slowly: "Old monk, do you want to hand it in or not?"

In terms of power, Dongfang Bubai is naturally superior to Fang Zheng, but he has not yet reached the level of seeing Fang Zheng as nothing.The Sunflower Treasure Book wins in a fast word. If it is a single fight, Dongfang Bubai will still be injured even if he wins.

But with Yang Lianting dragging him down, Dongfang Bubai's speed was limited and he couldn't fully unleash.

"Amitabha."

Fang Zheng recited the Buddha's name again, and said: "It's a sin, it's a sin, the benefactor of the East will wait a moment, and the old monk will fetch it for the benefactor."

"Okay." Dongfang Bubai said, "Thank you abbot."

……

"It seems to be fighting." Zheng Xie squeezed the teacup in his hands to play, and secretly used Zixia's magical skills. He heard the sound of fighting inside and outside, and couldn't help chuckling. Said: "Master, do you want to go and have a look?"

Fang Sheng said: "Amitabha, the presiding brother has his own opinion, thank you for your concern."

"Really?" The corners of Zheng Xie's mouth curled up, looked at Fang Sheng, and said with a smile, "Buddha said, monks don't tell lies. Master, your Zen mind is confused!"

"Amitabha, sin, sin." Fang Sheng said.

Zheng Xie said: "Master won't go, but I want to go to see the excitement."

As soon as the words fell, Zheng Xie had already flashed outside the pavilion.When Fang Sheng stood up, Zheng Xie had already reached the end of the path.

Fang Sheng hastily chased after him.

Qu Feiyan and Liu Jing looked at each other, laughed, and followed in a leisurely manner.

……

"Amitabha, the benefactor of the East is good for himself." Fang Zheng handed a volume of books to Dongfang Bubai, and said.

Zheng Xie saw this scene as soon as he arrived here, and said loudly, "Is Dongfang Hierarch safe? Oh, I forgot, Mr. Dongfang is no longer the Hierarch. Oh, Mr. Dongfang's name is not appropriate."

"It's you." Dongfang Bubai narrowed his pupils and said with a solemn expression: "How are you doing?"

Zheng Xie said: "As the saying goes, those who see it have a share. The Yi Jin Jing is a Buddhist temple township magic skill, and its wonderful methods are endless. Zheng also wants to open his eyes."

Dongfang Bubai said: "Vice Master Zheng's martial arts is already the best in the world, why bother to seek addiction and covet the Yi Jin Jing."

Zheng Xie shrugged his shoulders and said, "There are so many skills that don't overwhelm you, who would think that you have too many martial arts secrets. Anyway, you snatched the Yi Jin Jing, so it's no pity to lose it."

The two discussed the whereabouts of the Yi Jin Jing by themselves, and the monks who were staring at each other were treated by them as decorations, and they ignored them.

Yang Lianting spoke suddenly, his voice was hoarse, as if a hole had leaked in his lung, and his tone was weird: "Her Majesty Zheng's request is not without a compromise. When we finish reading, shall I hand over the book to you?"

Feng Qingyang and Dongfang Bubai are the top masters in the world, and the momentum between the two is astonishing.Although Dongfang Bubai tried his best to protect Yang Lianting, but just the aftermath and the qi that escaped during the fight had caused Yang Lianting's injuries to be further injured, and the lungs that were finally connected were also injured by the concussion.

"That makes sense." Zheng Xie nodded, and said in a grand manner: "I'll give you a cup of tea time, look!"

Yang Lianting was very angry, but she still endured it, took the Yi Jin Jing and read it.

Shaolin abbot Fangzheng's self-cultivation is good, while arranging people to treat the injured disciple, he said: "Vice Hierarch Zheng, East benefactor, please enter the meditation room to rest."

Dongfang Bubai said coldly: "No need."

Zheng Xie shrugged and didn't care.

"Sir, please sit down."

"Sir, drink tea."

Qu Feiyan got a stool from somewhere and moved it to the square in front of the hall.After Zheng Xie sat down, Liu Jing brought him some tea.

This appearance, no matter who saw it, would have an urge to beat him up.

Of course, Dongfang Bubai didn't dare to make a move, let alone a group of monks.

The language of Yi Jin Jing is very concise. It is the crystallization of Buddhist martial arts. There are only a few hundred words, and the time for a cup of tea is enough to read it seven or eight times.

Zheng Xie covered the tea, handed the cup to Liu Jing, looked at Yang Lianting and said, "It's time."

At this moment, a sudden change happened.

"The one surnamed Zheng wants the Yi Jin Jing, haha, it's a dream." Yang Lianting suddenly grinned, and tore the Yi Jin Jing apart with a "Chi La".

"Looking for death." Zheng Xie was furious. He wanted to let them go, but he didn't want the other party but didn't know what to do. After reading it, he even destroyed the scriptures.

He shot out in anger, pointing out with one finger.

"Brother Lian, be careful."

Dongfang Bubai exclaimed, and pulled Yang Lianting over the moment Zheng Xie made a move.

Yiyang Zhijin passed across the sky, and the scorching airflow created a scalding hot wind, making people feel like sitting by a campfire.

One finger falls, and the other finger points out.

"Brother Lian, let's go!"

Dongfang Bubai pinched the embroidery needle to point the void in front of him, and at the same time carried Yang Lianting, flew upside down as if pulling a thread, and drifted outside the temple.

"Oh!"

The momentum exploded, and Dongfang Bubai's speed of leaving suddenly accelerated, crossing the temple wall like an arrow, and when he was in the air, he suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood, and absorbed the strength of Yiyang Finger by vomiting blood. .

"Want to run?"

Zheng Xie quickly chased after him.

At this time, his power has improved by another level compared to when he was in Heimuya, and Zixia's magical power has changed from a small achievement to a great achievement.Correspondingly, the speed when performing lightness kung fu was several times faster, and Dongfang Bubai had to take Yang Lianting with him, so Zheng Xie quickly overtook him.

"The one with the surname Zheng, you must kill them all," Dongfang Bubai said.

"Heaven does evil, but you can still live. If you want to die, you can't live." Zheng Xie looked around and said, "This place has beautiful scenery and famous mountains and rivers. If you want to be your cemetery, you won't be wronged."

Dongfang Bubai said coldly: "Are you really going to fight to the death?"

Zheng Xie sneered: "The fish die and the net breaks? Haha, the fish will die, but the net will not break!"

With a flash of silver light, Dongfang Bubai had already made the first move.The contradictions have reached the point of irreconcilability, and only life and death are left.Dongfang Bubai is not a hesitant and indecisive person, and he strikes a needle decisively.

"Today I will show you the strongest state of the next Yang finger."

Zheng Xie was talking to himself, and his index finger seemed to be slowly and quickly pointed out, and a burst of energy suddenly came out.

Dongfang Bubai's rapidly looming figure stopped suddenly, and he let out a miserable laugh, the light in his eyes gradually dissipated, and he muttered: "All conditioned dharmas are like dreams and bubbles, like dew or electricity, and should be viewed in this way."

After finishing speaking, Dongfang Bubai was in good health, but his whole body seemed to have lost his soul, and he fell down slowly.

Yang Lianting froze suddenly, and yelled, "Dongfang Bubai, aren't you invincible, get up!"

Zheng Xie's ears twitched, and said, "You go too."

As soon as he pointed it out, Yang Lianting died, and his voice stopped.

There was a sound of clothes being brushed.

Zheng Xie turned around and saw Fang Zheng, Qu Feiyan, and Liu Jing rushing over. Seeing the two lying on the ground, Fang Zheng put his hands together and said, "Namo Amitabha, sin, sin."

"It's over for a while. Master Fang Zheng, I'm leaving too." Zheng Xie held the hands of the two women, Fang Zheng nodded, and led the two of them away.

"Namo Amitabha, good, good." Fang Zheng said.

Not long after, other disciples from Shaolin Temple came one after another to collect the corpses of Dongfang Bubai and Yang Lianting.

Looking at Dongfang Bubai's corpse, Fang Sheng suddenly let out a soft "Hey" and said, "Look, senior master, there is no scar on Dongfang Bubai's body, and he didn't die from an internal injury, but he has reached bliss. ?”

Fang Zheng looked at it, his expression changed slightly, he seemed to think of something, but he said: "Amitabha, the deceased is dead, bury the two of you."

"Yes."

Practicing things, reciting scriptures to save the dead is the monk's counterpart profession, so he is naturally very proficient.

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