Chapter 94: 3 Qing Patriarch Bless

"What?" Bayan rushed forward to investigate the disciple's situation, and there was no breath or pulse.
The Huangfu Pavilion also stepped forward to investigate, and then said to Bayan: "It seems that he broke his heart with internal power shock, but` somewhat plausible, it is really strange. "
"Are you actually killing my apprentice?" Bayan heard that the apprentice's heart was broken. It was unreasonable and stared at Xin Han with red eyes.
Xin Han stepped back a few times, pretending to be afraid, and spread his hands: "You all saw it, he let me kill him, I lived so big, I heard this request for the first time."
Hearing these words, Shuang'er couldn't help but burst out laughing.
The old monk of Orange Light folded his hands together: "Amitabha, sin, sin."
Xin Han was so angry in his heart: "I am here to help you, you have sinned."
Bayan's "Ao" voice raised his slap, took the tantra big handprint and photographed it, but was blocked by the orange light's "Pan Ruo palm", and the touch was divided, and the orange light was not in place. Bayan stepped back.
"Okay, monk, are you trying to protect this murderer?"
Bayan's eyes rolled, and suddenly felt that this was also an excuse. As long as he took this orange light, the people in the Qingliang Temple were not like the things in the bag.
Zhaoxinxi and Huangfu Pavilion made a wink, and the two immediately understood.
Xinxi took a step forward: "Brother Orange Light, this person behind you is a murderer. It is wrong for you to shelter him."
The Huangfu Pavilion was about to speak, but Orange Light said: "Although the donor does not know the master, but before everyone heard clearly, it is indeed the master himself who is very much demanded, poor monk Although he was very surprised at this requirement, the monk did not speak rhetoric. This is the case, but he was not to blame the donor. "
Xin Han smiled in his heart, thinking that this old monk, Orange Light, was also a kind of old elm, and would complain that he would kill himself.
Did not expect that the old monk was also dying, is this not the legendary make-up knife!
"You are ... what is this ... in short ... In short, killing is not right." Xinxi Rao is smooth, and it is also dumb at this time. After all, the Huangpao Lama did say it before. He could n’t refute to death, but could only bite the murder.
"Yes, the murderer paid his life and repaid the debts. Although the master did blame himself, but the murder also violated the national law. We will take this man and hand it over to the government.
Huangfu Pavilion is an old traitor, knowing today that the trouble of looking for Qingliang Temple must have a reason. Otherwise, this orange light is one of Shaolin ’s eighteen Arhats. Shaolin Temple is not a bully.
He thought well, but Bayan didn't care about this, he only knew that his disciples were killed, and he had planned to find Qingliang Temple in trouble this time.
Saw Bayan roared: "What other official, everyone let go to kill people, they all gave me hands to kill Qingliang Temple."
A group of lamas beside him could not bear it long ago, and now when he received the order of Bayan, a lama flew out and kicked towards the orange belly.
Orange light did not dodge, was kicked by this foot.
‘Kara’ sounded, the orange light was fine, but the lama broke his leg and fell back.
Bayan groaned, stretched out with his left hand, and with his right hand turned back, all of which became a chicken claw, and he came to Chengguang.
Chengguang sighed slightly, sighed his palms, and forced Bayan away.
Aside from the Huangfu Pavilion seeing Bayan start, knowing that he is not good today, he yelled in his heart: "Good 'Pan Ruo palm'!"
At the same time, the other lamas withdrew their steel knives and tried to bypass the orange light and rushed into the temple. Two other lamas rushed to Xin Han and waved their steel knives to avenge the Huangpao lama.
Xin Han didn't know where to get a big slap stone at this time. When they saw the two men rushing to the front, they threw the stone high and threw it.
This stone is about to fall down and hit the head. It is also a death or injury. The two lamas looked up subconsciously. This is also an instinctive reaction of the human body, and it was smashed.
Xin Han took advantage of this opportunity to give a palm to the top of his head, and the two lamas who were beaten were bleeding on the ground, and then reached out and copied the stone on his hand.
"Huh, just because of this IQ, I still learn to dance swords with others, so I'm not afraid of hurting myself?" Xin Han said with a sneer, sneering.
This trick was a trick he used to fight against his classmates when he was a child. He tried all kinds of spirits. Of course, he did n’t look at the stone, and he was hit sometimes. However, the stone used at that time was small in size and could not hurt people. It hurts for a while, but this time it used a trick.
Shuang'er looked at his relative's father-in-law and played with treasure, and his laughing stomach hurt, but when he saw that several lamas ran toward Xin Han with a knife, they would be greeted if they were afraid of the loss.
Xin Han reached out and stopped: "You are resting, see your family's father-in-law to deal with these stinky fish rotten shrimps."
He has a flexible posture. He moves between these lamas like fish and water, and the stones in his hands are used as bricks.
Also said in his mouth: "Confucius said: Fighting with bricks, according to the face, should not be chaotic; not to care anymore, to die, to die."
His footsteps moved very fast, blocking the door of Qingliang Temple, no one of the monks could rush over, either the back of the head was scooped or the blood on his face was smashed by him.
The martial arts of these lamas are rare and ordinary. If the master Bayan will not bring so many people, these people are all here to make up the strength.
In a blink of an eye, he was completely placed with his brick-and-brick moves.
The monk of Xinxi is just a monk in the city, and he is proficient in martial arts. How can this kind of scene go forward, stand by and see the excitement at the first sight.
Thought that many people of his own side would inevitably win, but they didn't know where the pilgrims ran out so bravely, only a moment of effort put down a piece.
Looking at the killing figure again, I was walking towards myself with a bad intention, and turned around and ran away. Just after turning around, I was kicked on the buttocks, and a dog came to eat shit, and looked around. on the ground.
After turning around to beg for mercy, as soon as he turned around, Xin Han was stoned on his face, and his nose bleeds immediately. Fortunately, Xin Han knew that he was not the mastermind, and Wu Yi was not afraid of killing him, so he didn't use any force, just this fat one. The fat face is inevitable.
Xin Han threw a stone and clapped his hands: "Confucius said that his old man was right. It was hard to fight with bricks, it was not easy to lose!"
Nabayan and Huangfu Pavilion attacked Orange Light, but were stopped by Orange Light's "Pan Ruo Palm", and the three were evenly matched.
But he is not in a hurry, he has inquired. There is no master in this temple except Orange Light, the Shaolin Eighteen Arhats, as long as his men rush into the temple to worry about major events.
But when he squinted, he saw that all his lamas were stoned by the scholar-like pilgrim, and suddenly he was furious, and before the death of his disciple, a spit of old blood spurted out.
Huangfu Pavilion saw to force back orange light to hold Bayan, and simply orange light did not chase, back two steps back and read a buddha.
Huangfu Pavilion was secretly depressed when he heard Xin Han's words. He also read a lot of books, but when did Saint Kong Kong let people fight and call with bricks?
Xin Han smiled and looked at Xinxi under his feet, said: "I said you are good when your monk is not good, everything is at peace, I am hitting you? Or hit you? Or hit you?"
Heart Creek suddenly has the urge to cry, don't you just hit me, let me choose.
Immediately disregarding the pain on his face, he begged for mercy: "Grandpa spared his life, and the great lama of the Bodhisattva Dingzhengongyuan won Luotuo. He asked someone to send me two hundred and two silvers. People, young monks are greedy for money, young monks have sinned, but sin will not die, grandpa spares his life, don't fight again. "
Xin Han's mouth was drawn again: "Obviously one thousand two!"
Xinxi said: "It is really five hundred two, and one or two more, the old monk is not a person."
Xin Han was too lazy to bother with him and said: "Go away, don't let me know that you have trouble with the lama again, otherwise you will take your bones and stew."
"This will roll, this will roll." Xinxi couldn't care about the face of the senior monk, covering his face with one hand, buttocks on the other, and ran away with a crawl.
Xin Han turned back and smiled as they walked towards the Bayan Huangfu Pavilion: "How do you two want to die?"
"Who is your Excellency, why do we have no grievances and guilt against you?"
Huangfu Pavilion was not trusting at this time. Bayan couldn't fight anymore at this moment. An orange light could not handle it himself. With this mysterious pilgrim, he was not even an opponent.
Xin Han walked to the recent laugh and said: "I just look at you, what can you do? I can bully you, what can you do?"
"You are too bully." Hearing only howling, hundreds of people rushed out of the trees around the Qingliang Temple neutrally, all holding weapons.
Huangfu Pavilion laughed and said: "I didn't expect it ..."
Before he finished, Xin Han had deceived himself, and the thief captured the king first, and took down the Huangfu Pavilion. These people were all salted fish.
Huangfu Pavilion released Bayan, with out, and pointed at Xin Han's throat, but Xin Han grabbed his finger.
"I asked you to point me." Xin Han twisted the fingers of Huangfu Pavilion as soon as he twisted his wrist, and then grabbed the neck of Huangfu Pavilion, and pulled a whip on the head of Bayan to kick him.
"Don't move, move me to break his neck." Xin Han shouted loudly.
His current strength, Orange Light, the Shaolin Eighteen Arhats, he did not pay attention to it, not to mention the inferior Huangfu Pavilion.
The men of Huangfu Pavilion stopped seeing him when they were captured.
"What the are you doing?" Huangfu Pavilion felt the power from Xin Han's fingers. He believed that Xin Han was absolutely capable of pinching his neck, and he became afraid.
Xin Han said: "How about, of course, you kidnapped you, you see that you are dressed so well, so many men, and what kind of celebrities in Western Sichuan are certainly rich and ruthless, let you take down millions of silver, and I will let it go How about you? "
Huangfu Pavilion hung out a mouthful of blood, millions of silver, do you think my family opened a silver mine?
"Your excellency Huo wants to make a joke, how can you still give orders?"
Xin Han raised his eyebrows: "Whoever laughed to you, I just made a wish at Qingliang Temple and wanted to make a fortune. I didn't expect to meet your fat sheep just after I left the temple. It was really the blessing of Sanqing Patriarch. I let you go. "
The Huangfu Pavilion and the old orange monk on the side are all stunned. Wishing in the temple, thank the Sanqing ancestors for blessing, what logic is this ~ EbookFREE.me ~ The two children are unhappy at the side.
Xin Han Dynasty orange light said: "Old monk, this is nothing to do with you, why should you go, not to mention that your temple is so effective, let me make a fortune and wait for you to rebuild the mountain gate."
Orange Light smiled secretly in his heart. The adult was really interesting. He nodded and read the Buddhist title and turned back into the temple. He told the monk to close the gate.
Seeing that orange light was gone, Xin Han said: "Follow me down the mountain first, and let your people carry these lamas to keep up." After saying hello to Shuang'er, he grabbed Huangfu Pavilion and walked down the mountain.
Huangfu Pavilion had no choice but to let his men carry the lama to keep up.
After arriving at the foot of the mountain, Xin Han directly tore the ticket and twisted the neck of Huangfu Pavilion, with Bayan to do it.
Huangfu Pavilion's men gathered in groups.
These people are all proficient in martial arts. Xin Han kills dozens of people and suddenly loses their courage. In addition, the Huangfu Pavilion's dead criminals can't be dismissed for their lives.
When I saw it, Shuang'er fell down a few times, and all of them clicked the acupuncture point, and said: "It's still my Shuang'er, but these people are not going to die, so let them go."
Shuanger heard ‘My Shuanger’ suddenly blushing, and nodded shyly, and solved these acupuncture points.
It was then that someone behind him suddenly shouted, "But Master Xin Hanxin?"

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