Infinite Luck Master

"Amitabha."

A middle-aged monk with a kind and amiable face was sitting cross-legged quietly in the meditation room, silently reciting scriptures...

This monk was a practitioner with white hair on his temples and a frosted face. He seemed to have experienced great ups and downs in the world and had finally gained enlightenment. He had just converted to Buddhism and saved himself in this small place.

He looked like a great monk.

But suddenly, this monk with a peaceful face couldn't help but frown slightly. He opened his eyes, and on his peaceful face, he had a pair of ferocious eyes like a mad beast.

The scarlet pupils made people feel weak in their legs.

He sighed softly, closed his eyes, and opened them again after a moment...

Another kind and amiable monk.

"Amitabha..."

He sighed quietly, wondering what was going on. Why couldn't he calm down today? He always felt restless, as if something bad had happened.

In the deepest part of his heart, he had a bad premonition, but he couldn't guess what it was. He remembered that the last time he had this uneasy feeling was when the four great monks surrounded him... But now, he has been living in this Wulou Temple for many years. Even if he went out to make trouble, he was not in his original identity, but in another incarnation... His identity could not be exposed, and the four great monks could not come to embarrass him again, right?

So what is this feeling...

Just thinking to himself

Outside the door, a monk stumbled into the meditation room and shouted, "Master, it's bad. Many monks in white robes have come from outside the temple and surrounded Wulou Temple. It seems that they have bad intentions."

"Monks!?"

Shi Zhixuan was stunned, and a look of astonishment appeared on his face. The first thought was that the four great monks had come again? Then he overturned this idea. The four great monks always acted as four people, and never brought any disciples or subordinates. This time, many monks in white robes came, so it must have nothing to do with the four great monks, and they couldn't know I was here...

Then who is it?

"Don't worry, let me go out and take a look."

Shi Zhixuan responded, got up and walked out...With his current attainments, as long as the four great monks are not here, then no one in the world can be his opponent. Even if the four great monks come together, he can't beat them, but escaping is not a big problem.

I want to see if the reason why I am restless today is because of these white-robed monks!

Thinking of this, Shi Zhixuan walked out the door... But just after taking a few steps, his heart suddenly shook, thinking how come he had never seen the monk who just came to tell him the information? I have a photographic memory. Which monk in Wulou Temple do I not recognize?

Thinking of this, his heart suddenly sank, and he swung his palm towards the monk behind him without hesitation, and looked back... But he only saw that the monk behind him was not a monk, but a middle-aged man with a simple appearance.

At this time, he clenched his fists, as if he was planning to attack him...

Bone shrinking and disguise technique!

The enemy came prepared...

Seeing that his disguise was easily seen through, Duanmu Qing paused his tiptoeing movements, a fierce look appeared on his face, and he shouted: "I don't believe you are really that powerful, prepare to die!"

The right arm suddenly swelled more than several times, looking like a deformed fist, with five fingers clenched into a fist, as big as a sand bowl, and thick smoke still coming out of it... He punched Shi Zhixuan with all his strength!

Shi Zhixuan snorted in a low voice. Although he didn't know how the enemy discovered his identity, since he had discovered it, he was not a coward. Seeing that the enemy was coming with great momentum and strength, he was not afraid at all. The palm he swung turned into a breeze, like a breeze blowing on a willow, gently brushing on the powerful fist.

His whole body suddenly floated outwards lightly...

But Duanmu Qing only felt a gentle force passing through his powerful strength, moving like a maggot on his tarsal bone, his face was sometimes blue and sometimes white, he spit out blood, and the whole person fell directly to the ground, and for a while, he couldn't move.

He was already very shocked, thinking, is this the strength of the guardian?

The power of my sea of ​​​​seven orifices, even the only barrier from the innate is the eye orifice, but it still can't stop his attack?

And Shi Zhixuan just rushed out of the meditation room...

There was a chill behind him.

There was a sharp blade attacking, he only felt a sharp pain in his back, and he had suffered a slight injury... And even so, he still didn't notice the enemy's trace.

There are killers here.

Shi Zhixuan was also the master of the assassination technique of the Butian Pavilion. His assassination technique was naturally good, but he had never seen such a strange assassination method. He could completely conceal his voice. Even if he succeeded, he would not be exposed at all...

He shouted angrily, and his body in the air suddenly rose again without any place to exert force. His palms changed into countless palm shadows in the air in an instant, like the Thousand-Handed Guanyin, which was very gorgeous. In just a moment, he was forced to use the Seven Immortal Illusions!

The palm power was unpredictable, and it was already hitting a ring.

The ring was sharp with a blade...

Even if Shi Zhixuan just lightly rubbed his palms, he would bleed profusely.

But he also saw the identity of the attacker clearly. It was clearly a... thirteen or fourteen years old... No, was he born with a different body shape from ordinary people?

His eyesight was astonishing, and he would never admit his mistake. He used the Phantom Demonic Body Technique again. In the air, with nowhere to use his strength, he actually changed several times in succession. Then he kicked the handle of the double ring of mind, and then he used his strength. Falling down, he saw a surge of ink below him, and in the darkness and silence, a cold light came straight towards his ribs.

He was not angry but happy, knowing in his heart that more than one person was attacking me...

At that moment, he reached out and flicked his hand, and the yin and yang energy in his body alternated. He struck the opponent's sword hilt with a light blow, and then he was secretly shocked. He turned out to be another master-level master? !

Especially when I saw that the ink-colored person was a woman in her twenties or eighties...

He was even more shocked.

With her backhand, Fu Ziyu's sword had already hit Qu Wuyi's double heart rings.

Then he directly knocked the two of them away with a palm, and then landed lightly on the ground...

Standing there, motionless, the pure white monk's robe was dripping with blood. It looked shocking.

But he didn't show any sign of pain. Instead, he took a deep look at Qu Wuyi, with a playful look on his face, and said, "Now that you're here, come out. Shi is here to sneak attack and ambush everyone. What do you think?" To attack Shi Mou secretly, I'm afraid it would be ridiculous."

"Yes, Shi Zhixuan, you are indeed hiding here!"

After chanting the Buddha's name for a long time, Zen Master Liao Kong's figure appeared on the wall, and behind him, the two guardians' eyes were like lightning, staring at Shi Zhixuan, as if they wanted to cut him into pieces.

Liao Kong said: "Amitabha, the stone donor, do you still remember the poor monk?"

"Master Liao Kong?!"

Shi Zhixuan was truly stunned this time.