Chapter 110: Captive, detained, robbed

The monk was coming so fiercely, Xuan Shen didn't dare to stand up to his front, so he drew lightly and retreated.
The palms of the soul were shot in a series, and the palms changed, as if a red lotus was opened out of thin air.
Xuan Shen saw that the lama was inflexible on his feet, so he frequently dodged his side, and pointed to the virtual acupuncture point of the monk's body, breaking the air. This is the sixth-order martial arts compassion finger of Jingye Temple. Because, only take people, do not kill.
However, the Vajra sect master was so old-fashioned, he raised his palm and waved between his sleeves, and the protective body was swirling, resisting the force of the fingers.
The two of them, one is superb and the other is well-guarded, no one can do anything against each other, and the scene becomes stalemate.
Seeing that he couldn't fight for a long time, the lama suddenly became impetuous. When he made a mistake, he was hit by the monk at the Sanli point on the right foot. He immediately felt sore and numb in his leg, and he couldn't catch up with Xuan Shen.
So the monk continued to use his loving fingers to seal the acupuncture points around the lama little by little.
What a monk, just listening to him reciting the mandala mantra, the body guard's vitality has risen again and again, and Xuan Shen's finger power can no longer penetrate the invisible gas mask outside his body.
"The monk! If you don't stop, Lord Buddha will ask people to kill all those lowly servants!"
Xuan Shen's heart tightened, only to see that the entourage had already drawn out the steel knives and pushed the blades against the villagers' necks.
"Well! The poor monk will stop! Don't harm the innocent!"
The lama smiled fiercely, rushed up and gave Xuan Shen a slap in the face, and knocked his thin body far away. The monk fell to the ground, spitting out a few mouthfuls of blood, and wanted to stand up again but was helpless.
Seeing that the rescuers had been defeated, all the villagers suddenly lost their thoughts. Some cried out loudly, some cried out for mercy, some glared at the thieves, and they reached the most negative position for a while.
Monk Xuan Shen was lying on the ground, surrounded by dust, watching the blue sky and flowing clouds, listening to the thumping of the blood stream on his eardrums, and suddenly felt that this was also good, so he confessed his body to the sun, moon and stars.
In the next instant, the evil lama lifted Xuan Shen, sealed several key points on his chest, temporarily stopped the bleeding, and then squeezed his limbs off.
Xuan Shen cried out in pain, dripping with cold sweat.
Over there, Sanjie uttered a roar, drew out a bright dagger, rushed over, and the short blade slashed at the lama's bare neck like a cold electric, but only heard a dull sound, and the white blade was cut in A piece of oil-soaked cowhide was so good that it slid away without hurting the lama at all.
"Huh!" Fan Seng fluttered back with a palm. Sangjie tried to dodge, and was rubbed by the palm wind on his right arm. He broke his bones and fell to the ground, his face grayed with pain, and he couldn't scream.
Among the bound villagers, Dolma screamed like a jackdaw, sad and sad.
Xuan Shen lowered his eyes, "Why... why bother, both are Buddhism...children..."
"Hey! Just because Lord Buddha is happy! Monk, I heard that you bewitched these boys. You are a taboo!" The monk had a satisfying smile on his face, "This is a huge snowy area, no one knows My Immeasurable King Kong Sect is the authentic Buddhism. The original monks among you, all day long talking about crooked ways to confuse the public. Now it's okay, this group of bad guys will die, you must die!
Xuan Shen wept and looked sad, "It turns out that the poor monk killed them!"
"It's good to know, now I can go on the road with peace of mind, it's not in vain that Lord Buddha is merciful. Come on, take him to Qinzhou together."
The pulled crowd and the prisoners bound by ropes, like cows and horses with nose rings and saddles, were dragged by them, running fast, stirring up sand and dust. On the plateau, this was already a torture.
Only then did Xuan Shen understand why they met this group of people after chasing them for three days. The reason was simple. The lama was forcing the villagers to rush.
He was carried on a horse, running ups and downs, breaking bones and hitting his heart, but he still cheered up and scanned the villagers once, and there were many elderly people missing.
The nameless anger burns in his chest, but the anger comes from the pain of powerlessness, and he is powerless, powerless!
Lama and Xuan Shen rode together. At this time, Yun Gong rushed through the blocked acupuncture point, and his mood became more relaxed, but he heard a murmur in his ear.
"Nano... the Great Merciful and Compassionate Deer Yuan Bodhisattva."
"Nano... the Great Merciful and Compassionate Deer Yuan Bodhisattva."
"Wang Bodhisattva pity the world..."
The lama frowned and thought: "This monk from the east is really clumsy. The so-called decent and upright people are such weak people...Who is this Bodhisattva of Deer?"
He asked Xuanshen, "Monk! Which apocrypha of the Bird Bodhisattva in your mouth is in!"
Xuan Shen's face became more and more miserable, and he kept reciting the bodhisattva's name without answering.
The lama was boring and shut up bitterly.
With the sound of horseshoes, footsteps, panting, howling, scolding, the sun is scorching, the air is thin, and the dust is full, Xuan Shen slowly forgets everything, forgetting the pain, and his mind is empty. He feels that he is falling.
The soul falls faster than the body.
Xuan Shen came to a quiet lake. The dome of stars and moonlit nights was reflected on the lake, and strangely, there was still a round of sun in the sky.
The sun did not shine all the light.
The night was able to preserve his mysterious gauze.
Xuan Shen was walking around the lake when someone suddenly greeted him.
"Grandmaster!"
Is a little novice monk.
"This junior is polite, dare to ask why?"
Ben You said, "Brother, don't you know where you are?"
Xuan Shen saw that the novice monk was expressionless, as if he was not a good kind, he immediately felt grief, and thought: "So the little monk is here in the land of reincarnation? This little monk took me to reincarnation, so pity the villagers, I really No one was rescued..."
Seeing him in tears, he said that he was too excited, so that Cheng Xiang Xuan Shen said, "Please take the little monk to see King Yan."
"..."
Here, the lama has pulled a group of prisoners into the city of Qinzhou and asked the city lord to call everyone. He stood on a high platform and publicly told the evil things about the chaos of the Buddha, and immediately aroused the people's anger. The believers wanted to humiliate the Buddha. Throwing rocks to death.
When the real crowd was surging like a wave, there was a sudden thunder.
"The Shaolin evildoers are here! Who dares to hurt my buddhist disciples!"
Everyone was shocked. Looking back, they saw a group of bald-headed monks standing on the towering walls of Qinzhou. The headed one was glowing with golden light and carrying a long stick. It looked like a Buddha statue in the temple, awe-inspiring.
The monks on the wall chanted the Buddha's name, "Amitabha!" The sound was like an ancient bell, shaking endlessly.
The lama was not panicked. It turned out that his King Kong Sect had a resident in Qinzhou. This group of monks had come to robbery the field quietly. With this shout, a group of red robe wearing cockscomb hats suddenly ran out. Fan monk.
A lama wearing the robes of the King of Ming, carrying a blue-eyed ghost head knife, loudly challenged ~ EbookFREE.me ~ King Kong Ming Wang Qiongda Sulang Zhenguan! Come to die! "
I saw him leaping tens of feet in a vertical jump, as if shrinking into an inch, he was using the extraordinary sixth-order martial arts skills. Such unremarkable kung fu has reached Qiongda Sulang, but it is also extraordinary, and the speed is no less than those famous fourth-order light skills.
The monks in the Central Plains saw the tantric Ming king coming so aggressively, they did not dare to despise it, Zen Master Zi Nie and the other three Shaolin elders flashed against Qiongda Surang.
The rest of the monks also rushed into the crowd, rushing to the high platform of the practice field, but they were stopped by the other monks.
Surrounded by the four masters, Na Qiongda Sulang only smiled coldly and slashed with a knife.
Zi Nie resorted to the Widow magic wand method, and his qi was in the air, and his strength was strong, and he struck the ghost knife with sparks.
The other three hurriedly resorted to means to attack Qiongda Sulang's vitals, waving the three-pole Zen stick like madness, they were merciless!
The tantric king of Ming saw his son’s evil deeds well, and was afraid that it would be difficult to overcome the enemy, but the other three were resolute in their methods, and they would lose for a long time.
One of the eminent monks was very knowledgeable, and said anxiously: "Be careful! This monk is going to be tricky!"
Before the words fell, Na Qiongda Sulang shouted.
"Om!"
It was the Buddha's six-character mantra. When Fang uttered, the golden light was blazing, and the whole body was full of qi, and there was boundless vigorous blessing. The four monks only felt that the Qiongda Surang in front of them suddenly turned into a red face, blue mouth, three eyes and eight arms. The king of angry eyes flew like a waterfall falling to the ground with a knife, unstoppable.
This is the second-order martial arts of the King Kong Sect-Liushen Power Knife!
The situation was not allowed to happen, Zen Master Zi Nie rushed forward, and a big golden bell appeared all over his body. The big knife struck him, Hong Zhong vibrated, and the ringing stopped.
Secret Fifth-Golden Bell Jar!
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