Taiping Inn

Hong Chengchou was about to attack when he suddenly heard a Zen chant.

Su Yunjiao's face lit up: "Master Wuzhen of the Vajra Sect has arrived."

She and Li Xuan had seen the monk of the Vajra Sect chanting sutras for the dead beggar before, so they had a good impression of Master Wuzhen, who they had only heard of but never seen. Now they were in a dangerous place, so they were naturally happy to hear his voice.

Mrs. Lu was not as optimistic as she was. Instead, she said: "The person who came was not Wuzhen, but should be his disciple."

As soon as the voice fell, a monk broke through the heavy black fog and came here.

But the monk looked extremely miserable at this time. He was originally dressed like a wandering monk, wearing a white coarse cloth with a large collar inside, a black ancestral robe outside, and a string of wooden prayer beads around his neck. But at this time, his ancestral robe was already tattered, and the white collar was also covered with a lot of blood stains. Only the string of prayer beads on his neck was still intact, but the luster was dim, and there was no spirituality at all.

Su Yunjiao took a look and recognized that it was the monk who was begging for alms and chanting for beggars in the inn.

Although she had a good impression of this monk, she also knew that with his cultivation level, he might not be able to help much, and might even lose his life for nothing. If he was in other places, he might be able to escape from the city.

At this moment, the monk had already arrived at the scene and put his hands together.

Hong Chengchou just glanced at him sideways and sneered: "Monk, look at you, you have suffered a lot, so you should know what kind of place this is. If you want to get involved, it's better for your master to come. With your ability, you'd better stay away, so as not to lose your life in vain."

The monk didn't say anything, but just stood with his hands together.

Li Xuandu sighed lightly: "I appreciate your kindness, but there's no need to do this."

The monk finally spoke slowly: "My master will be here soon."

Hearing this, Hong Chengchou's face suddenly changed.

If it was just these few people in front of him, he would not take them seriously, but if it was Wu Zhen, who ranked seventh on the Taixuan list, he would be dead. The current Beimang County seemed to be run by them like an iron barrel, with dark clouds pressing down on the city, and the Zaoge Sect seemed to be on fire, but in fact it was all false fire. Just when the big formation was opened, the "Soul Refining Formation" was broken by others, and then Su Yun'an came out of nowhere, and now there is Wu Zhen from the Vajra Sect! Things are getting more and more complicated. With Fan Wencheng's previous experience, he has to act carefully.

Hong Chengchou stared at the monk, trying to see a clue from his face. But the monk's face was as calm as water, so Hong Chengchou couldn't see any clues at all. Instead, he saw through what Hong Chengchou was thinking, and said with his hands together: "Monks don't lie."

Hong Chengchou couldn't help but look down.

Regardless of whether it is true or not, it is always right to think of the worst. Now Hong Chengchou has two choices. Either he fights quickly and gets rid of these people before Wuzhen arrives, or he retreats immediately to save himself.

Hong Chengchou hesitated for a moment, thinking that if he was scared away without even seeing Wuzhen, then the "corpse refining array" would be broken, and he would be accused of "fearing the enemy and cowardly". If this failed, Fan Wencheng would be dead, and the crime could not be attributed to a dead man. He would probably become the biggest scapegoat. With the temperament of the sect master, he would abolish his position as the altar master at the least, or directly kill him at the worst. Instead of doing this, it is better to take a risk. Even if Wuzhen is on the way, it is probably difficult for him to arrive for a while, otherwise he would not let a disciple come first. Thinking about it in a positive way, maybe it is just the monk's bluffing.

Thinking of this, Hong Chengchou made up his mind, waved the long halberd in his hand, and sneered.

But just when he was about to make a move, he could no longer laugh.

A golden light crossed the sky, and then fell down with a bang.

When the golden light dissipated, an old monk appeared in front of Hong Chengchou. He was dressed like the younger monk, with wrinkles on his face and dry lips, but his skin was golden and faintly shining, especially his eyes, which were full of vicissitudes and turbidity of the world, but there was still a little bit of true spirit in them, like two dusty pearls, even if there was some dust covering them, it was hard to hide their red brilliance.

When the younger monk saw the old monk, he immediately stepped forward, put his hands together and saluted, saying: "Master."

Hearing the word "Master", the sneer on Hong Chengchou's face that had been solidified turned into a bitter smile, and then there was no smile at all, only the word "bitter" remained.

The disciples of Zaoge Sect in the inn behind Hong Chengchou also looked at each other in bewilderment. Are they still going to fight? How can they fight? Is this still the Beimang County that they have worked hard for many years? Why are the masters of the righteous way coming one after another?

At this moment, Hong Chengchou had made up his mind. He swept out the long halberd in his hand again, drawing an arc full of murderous intent, and swept towards the head of the old monk.

The old monk, who was already very old, was calm and just stretched out one hand, and lightly grabbed the long halberd with extremely violent aura vibrations. No matter how sharp the single blade of the long halberd was, it could not hurt his fingers at all.

Then the old monk turned his palm, and the long halberd began to twist and deform, as if it was not a long halberd of top spiritual appearance, but a white wax pole spear worth eight taels of silver.

Hong Chengchou felt that his qi and blood were surging. He knew that this old monk must be Wuzhen from the Vajra Sect, and his heart became more and more bitter. But I can't just admit defeat and surrender. I took a deep breath and once again lifted my energy. I wanted to take back the long halberd, but the old monk bounced his fingers on the long halberd, and a huge force that was as strong as a mountain. Like a tsunami, he rushed towards him along the long halberd. In a moment, he couldn't hold the old friend who had been with him for many years. He only felt that the joints of his hands were shattered inch, as if he had been crushed by a huge pile of tens of thousands of kilograms. At the same time, the qi in the body became increasingly disordered, and I couldn't help but stagger back a few steps and spit out a mouthful of blood.

After Hong Chengchou stood firm, his hands were hanging softly. He looked at the old monk with a little fear, but his body was still motionless. It was not that he didn't want to leave, but that he was imprisoned by the old monk's aura. Locked in, can't leave.

The old monk looked at him and slowly spoke, "I am Wuzhen, I am visiting the Beijian realm this time to visit the sect leader of the sect, but I wonder if he can be in the city now?"

The inn shopkeepers and his group immediately trembled, and they really realized it! This is a master who can compete with the sect leader!

Hong Chengqiu Wen calmed down his mind, no longer had the coldness and arrogance before, and replied with a lowered eyebrows: "The Sect Master is not in the city."

Wuzhen said softly, "Since the sect leader of the Tibetan sect is not in this Beimang County, is it in Beimang Mountain? Yes, there is a Taiyin corpse about to be born there, and it is indeed unscrupulous. "

Hong Chengchou was both shocked and frightened. Hearing the tone of the old monk, he had already known that the sect leader was not in the city at this time, and he also told the story of the Taiyin corpse in one go. He was afraid that he would come prepared, but he didn't know that except Su Yun In addition to the mother and this old monk, how many righteous people are involved in this matter. Thinking of this, Hong Chengchou was also very angry with the dead Fan Wencheng. Fan Wencheng was presided over the matter in Beimang County. He seemed to be in charge of Zhizhu on weekdays, and felt that he had made complete plans and had always looked down on others, but what happened now? I have been planning for several years and have been known to the righteous people at the beginning. I have also lost my life and I don’t know what I have planned!

But the person is dead, and it is useless to think about it again. The key is to save his life at the moment. Seeing that the old monk had no intention of taking action, Hong Chengqiu took the initiative to ask in a low voice: "I will not hide it from the monk, I will obey my orders." , I am willing to withdraw the "corpse refining formation" just now. I wonder if the monk can be proud of his skills and put it in the next way of life? "

Wuzhen looked at him: "It's great to know that mistakes can be corrected. Since the Lord Hong Tan is willing to withdraw the 'corpse refining formation' and save me some of my hands and feet, I will not make things difficult for Lord Hong Tan."

Hong Chengchou breathed a little relieved, and then slowly retreated back into Guanque Inn.

After a while, the black fog around began to dissipate, and the living zombies also fell to the ground and turned into dead bodies that could not die anymore. Only three "Rakshasa" were still in place, because they were trapped in a cage and could not escape. go.

Wuzhen recited the Buddha's name and slapped it out with his palm.

Then we saw these three "Rakshasa" disappear into ashes.