Martial Arts: Junior Brother Hanyi, the Magic Sword Thousand Blades at the beginning

"The king of Khotan personally built a temple for him in Biluo City, and the Dafanyin Temple was moved there."

"And this temple, because no one cares about it, has been deserted."

Hearing this, Wu Ni patiently answered Xiao Han's question.

He just finished speaking.

Suddenly there was a sound of chanting sutras outside.

Accompanied by the beating of wooden fish and the beating of gongs and drums.

However, at the foot of the mountain, [-] monks sat cross-legged on the ground, holding a ceremony of transcendence.

Accompanied by the movement of the lips of the monks, the Sanskrit sounds burst out from the sky and the earth, and the sound shook hundreds of miles.

The golden Buddha light visible to the naked eye gathers and floats above the hill, transforming into a huge "卍" character, which looks very spectacular from a distance.

"It's the monk Wang Rensun hired to save him."

"I have to say, he's pretty quick."

Beside the two of them, a young man in red robe suddenly spoke.

He has a handsome appearance, with black hair hanging on his shoulders, and he has a youthful spirit.

This person is none other than Lei Wujie from the Lei Family of Jiangnan Thunder Martial Hall.

He has a naturally exquisite heart, and his heart is pure and natural.

But also because of this, it is inevitable that he acts a little naive.

"You bastard, don't talk."

Lei Wujie just finished speaking.

Xiao Han beside him glared at him.

At this moment, Lei Wujie saw that along with the sound of the Sanskrit sound from the heaven and the earth, the relics in the shrine suddenly erupted with Buddha lights, and in the vast Buddha lights, there seemed to be a figure that transformed into an illusion.

"This is?"

Lei Wujie was shocked.

In the end, the figure solidified, but it was an old monk with a stooped figure and kind eyes.

The old monk walked down slowly from the Buddhist altar of the shrine, and looked at the young monk in front of him with compassion.

"master!"

Seeing this person again, I can't help recalling the past 12 years with him.

At the moment, he could no longer suppress the reluctance in his heart, and immediately burst into tears.

see this scene.

Xiao Han and Wuyi who were not far away also felt that the bottom of their hearts were touched, and they couldn't help but feel sad from it, and it was difficult to hold on to themselves.

Nowadays, when there is no meeting with Master Wangyou and his disciples, it is natural to greet him with care.

It's a pity that Master Wangyou is now using 230's exhaustive means to meet Wuyi, and he doesn't spend much time with him.

The so-called exhaustion means that although a person dies, the primordial spirit can remain immortal until the last mortal obsession dissipates.

The conversation between the two is all about Buddhism and Zen.

It is difficult for others to understand.

But Master Wuyou pointed out a way for him.

He couldn't go down this road with Wuji.

He has to go by himself.

Do everything with your heart, don't look back.

After saying that, Master Wangyou smiled at Wuyi for a while, and then passed away suddenly, the Buddha's light faded away, and completely disappeared in the world.

"master!"

Seeing this scene, Wujia let out a mournful cry and trembled all over.

After a long time, Wu Li stood up and wiped the tears from his face.

After paying homage to the Buddha statue in the shrine, the grief-stricken expression before was gone, and there was still a calm and gentle smile on his face.

"It seems that you, little monk, might as well be comforted by us."

Seeing Wuji recovering, Xiao Han smiled.

"Wu Ni, have you really recovered?"

Lei Wujie couldn't believe it.

In an instant, the little monk's red and swollen eye circles disappeared.

It made him wonder, did Wu Ni cry just now, fake or real?

"It's slowing down, everything is in the past, we should look forward."

"The old monk is right. Act with your heart. Since the people of Jiulong Temple and Wushuang City are going to deal with me, why should I be afraid of a fight?"

Wujia smiled in relief, and walked out of the temple slowly.

Looking far away, he could see Zen Master Dajue and others climbing up the stairs not far below.

"It's not just you."

Xiao Han followed, and spoke lazily.

"And us!"

Lei Wujie's eyes were clear, and he said loudly.

After saying that, he also walked out with the two of them.

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082: Arhat of the true face; the art of burning! 【Seeking Subscription Seeking Automatic】

Seeing the two people behind him following up without hesitation, Wu Ni smiled brightly, and his brows showed great pride.

Master Wangyou said that he has to walk the road ahead by himself.

But right now, he was wrong.

He is not alone, there are two brothers!

One is Xiao Han from Xueluo Villa, and the other is Lei Wujie from Lei Family!

this moment.

The three walked out of the temple.

On the dilapidated square in front of the temple, Zen Master Dajue, the abbot of Jiulong Temple, was leading six elders, blocking the way of the three of them.

The leader, Zen Master Dajue, even sat cross-legged on the ground, motionless.

But with an indifferent expression, he looked at the little monk in front of him wearing a moon-white monk's robe.

A trace of killing intent flashed in his eyes.

"People from Jiulong Temple are here."

Here.

Seeing this, Xiao Han whispered.

"When it comes, it comes."

No one disagrees, when he was about to leave.

Lei Wujie, who was on the side, entered the arena first. He looked at the seven monks not far away, and said unhappily:

"Is it that you are going to block the little monk's way home?"

"Amitabha, poor monk, I don't know who this benefactor is?"

Elder Dahuai stepped out, put his hands together, looked at Lei Wujie and asked.

"Xiao Yihan fell in the mountain villa under the snow."

Lei Wujie made up a nonsense name and answered it.

But Xiao Han behind him gave him a supercilious look.

This ramming...

"It's interesting."

Wu Yu sat on the temple steps with Xiao Han, looking at the young man in red.

Unexpectedly, a person who was born with a delicate heart would actually become glib at this moment.

Elder Dahuai frowned.

He had never heard of the power of Xueluo Mountain Villa in Khotan Kingdom.

However, at the moment, he didn't care about it, but said mercifully:

"The road blocked by the poor monk is the road to becoming a demon, the road to hell."

"This benefactor wants to stand up for the remnants of the demon sect, but he is a bit of a helper."

Hearing this, Lei Wujie shook his head, rolling with fighting spirit, and said coldly:

"Don't be hypocritical, don't talk speculatively, it's better to start fighting directly!"

"Beat you down, you won't block the way!"

Say it.

Lei Wujie mobilized the true energy in his body, stored it in his fist, and blasted at the big-armed monk.

Seeing this, Elder Dahuai didn't bother to talk too much, and slapped him vertically, colliding with him.

however.