Maoshan Ghost King

Zen Master Mai Peng, who had a slight smile on his face just now, suddenly became very awe-inspiring, but he suddenly slowly placed a hand on the long table where everyone gathered for dinner.

When an incomparable power was poured into the long table, everyone's bowls and chopsticks immediately trembled, as if they were about to jump off the long table.

At this time, the monks who were eating suddenly put down their bowls and chopsticks, and looked around with horror.

Even Tira felt as if something was wrong, and under the spread of the Qichang, he suddenly felt that the terrifying murderous aura was slowly approaching and getting stronger.

For the first time, Lifting grabbed Wu Silu, and put his other hand on the short knife on his waist.

At this moment, I suddenly heard a "swish" sound, and a feather arrow pierced the heavy wooden door, and came straight towards Zen Master Mai Peng, directly hitting his back.

The chopsticks in the hands of Zen Master Mai Peng have not been put down. When the feather arrow hit his back, Zen Master Mai Peng didn't turn his head back. The chopsticks in his hand were clamped behind him, and the powerful feather arrow was suddenly caught. It was stopped abruptly, and was tightly clamped by the pair of chopsticks.

Afterwards, the chopsticks in Master Mai Peng's hand flicked, and the feather arrow quickly turned back the same way and flew out of the hole that was punched out.

"Ah!" There was a miserable howl outside, as if someone had hit an arrow.

"Hahaha... you deserve to be the Buddhist monk Mai Peng who has heard about Southeast Asia. This method is really clever." A voice came from outside, and his tone was very mad.

After hearing this person's voice, Tila, Songkhla and the others immediately changed their faces and stood up immediately.

It's Song En!

How could this be possible? They had already moved far away from Thailand and arrived in Myanmar. They had just settled here, so how could they be found by Song En?

"Who is coming?" Zen Master Mai Peng gently put down the chopsticks in his hand, and looked at the door with a solemn expression.

"Master Mai Peng, how do you know who I am when you are nestled in the house? Excuse me if you come out and see if you know it?" The voice of Song En came over again.

Zen Master Mai Peng didn't change his face, so he was about to get up. Tiras said nervously, "Master Mai Peng, this is my enemy. He has found him. I'm very sorry. I didn't expect them to find this place."

Zen Master Mai Peng waved his hand to her and said: "Since you are here, you are a distinguished guest of the Reclining Buddha Temple, and there are old monks. No one can ever want to touch you."

With that said, Zen Master Mai Peng got up again and walked slowly towards the door. Tira still said with some worry: "Master Mai Peng, my enemy is Song En. He has already defected to the Black Water Shengling. This matter has nothing to do with your Wat Pho, so leave it to me."

This time, Zen Master Mai Peng didn't look back, and walked straight out of the house.

And the great monk of the Reclining Buddha Temple also put down the bowls and chopsticks in his hands one after another, and calmly followed behind Zen Master Mai Peng, and left the house together.

Tila glanced at Songkhla and the others, without saying much, stretched out his hand and took Wu Silu's hand, and quickly walked out.

When I walked outside and looked at it, Tira's heart sank to the bottom in an instant, and his body began to tremble slightly.

This time, Song En brought a lot of people. On the roof stood a dozen black-robed heads, seven or eight red-robed heads, and another twenty or thirty ordinary ones. Man in costume. In the monastery of the Reclining Buddha Temple, the bodies of two great monks have fallen. They were originally responsible for guarding the door, so they were killed silently. When they were killed, even Zen Master Mai Phong did not exist. I found it enough to see the horror of these people.

Tira glanced at the black-robed head-down masters standing on the roof, and his eyes quickly fell on the red-robed head-down masters behind Song En.

Among the black water sacred lings, the hierarchy is strict, and the level of the practitioners can be distinguished from the clothes they wear.

Those with the worst cultivation base are those who wear black robes, and their strength is not at the level of Taoist masters, and those who wear red robes and wizards, their cultivation is close to the real-life state, some We also need to transcend the realm of a real person. Above the red robe is the purple robe. The cultivation bases of the purple robe descending head master and the wizard are basically above the ghosts. As for whether there are any masters above the purple robe descending head master, this Few people know it, and it is estimated that all those who have seen it have been killed.

There are more than a dozen black-robed heads down divisions, plus seven or eight red-robed heads down divisions, and another twenty or thirty small ones. This lineup is not unforgiving.

"The Reclining Buddha Temple does not welcome you, get out!" Zen Master Mai Peng glanced at the two monks who fell at the entrance of the temple, and shouted directly at Song En.

"Master Mai Peng, let us go, give this little lady to us, and we will leave immediately. You have a dignified Reclining Buddha Temple, which accommodates women for the night. It might not have a good reputation if it spreads out?" Na Songen said Then, his eyes swept toward the direction of Tira, unscrupulously, his eyes full of evil intentions.

But Tira's eyes on Song En were full of murderous aura, and she wanted to smash his body into pieces.

"I'll give you one last chance to get out of the Reclining Buddha Temple. If not, the old monk will be rude to you." Zen Master Mai Phong ignored his words, but only increased his tone and threatened them again to leave the Reclining Buddha Temple. .

While speaking, Zen Master Mai Peng's clothes were bulging and his true energy was full, fully demonstrating his powerful cultivation skills.

But Na Songen raised the corners of his mouth slightly, as if he didn't put Zen Master Mai Peng in his eyes at all. He just said faintly: "Master Mai Peng, if we don't hand over people today, I'm afraid we won't leave this Reclining Buddha Temple."

As soon as the words fell, the people around Song En immediately raised the magical instruments in their hands and began to slowly move towards Zen Master Mai Peng.

Immediately afterwards, the few black-robed lower-head masters who took the lead suddenly rushed up and stabbed towards the vital point of Zen Master Mai Peng.

But seeing Master Maipeng's hands shook, a vigorous force burst out from his body, and swept toward the black-robed descendant masters who rushed towards him.

Before the black-robed descendant masters rushed to his side, they were knocked out by a surging force, and flew seven or eight meters away.

Afterwards, the seven or eight red-robed headmasters standing beside Song En also stepped forward and attacked the Maipeng headmaster together.

Tira’s eyes were always on Song En’s body, and both hands had pulled out the two short knives from her waist. At this moment, Songkhla behind her suddenly shouted: "Sister, be careful!"