Chapter 164 Decade

Time passed quickly, and in a blink of an eye, it was the tenth year. In the past ten years, Qin Hui has been practicing swords or challenging masters everywhere. Ten years passes quickly, and such a long time is easy to forget many things. Sometimes when Qin Hui comes back and remembers it, he will forget that he is in the movie, not the reality.

At this time, Qin Hui, who feels confused, will take out Zhang Ling's photo. Because after seeing Zhang Ling, Qin Hui felt that she was just a passer-by in the movie.

Time is very cruel. In the seventh year of returning from the city of vain, a generation of heroes, Yan Chixia, who bravely broke into the underworld, died. He was alone and fell into Lanruo Temple forever, with only a golden demon-killing sword beside him, accompanying him through the last journey of his life. It is said that his only good friend, the famous ranger Yiye Zhiqiu, even smelled the corpse capital when he visited him.

Qin Hui doesn't know if Yan Chixia is a good person. But he knew that Yan Chixia was really loyal. Because of Ning Caichen's incident, Yan Chixia has always blamed herself. And the pain left in the city of vain has also been tormenting his heart.

In the eighth year, Zhu Yuming, the king of Song Ming, died after a few months of illness due to wind and cold. Now the crown prince Zhu Yanqing is the emperor. After Zhu Yanqing ascended the throne, Fu Tianqiu also became the prime minister as he wished. And his two daughters, Fu Qingfeng and Fu Yuechi, also became the queens of the two palaces. However, power makes people confused. I heard folk gossip that the Fu sisters are now very unhappy because of the dispute over favor.

As for Qin Hui's cheap uncle, the old demon of Montenegro, he now lives a happy life with his two concubines in Xinna all day long. As for the names of these two concubines, one is Nie Xiaoqian and the other is Ning Caichen.

Today, Master Zhao has also become the governor of the two rivers. After becoming the governor, Master Zhao also failed to get rid of the Wang catcher, because the king catcher also became the general of the two rivers. After he was the general soldier, Wang and Master Zhao still fought all day long. Today, Wang Catcher will give Master Zhao eye medicine, and tomorrow Master Zhao will wear small shoes for Wang Catcher. Ha ha, as that saying goes, it's endless fun to fight with people.

Jianghu, still that Jianghu. Fight and kill every day is the main theme of the whole world.

"Lord, give a little!" With the voice, 30 or 40 monks stopped three or four young men dressed as heroes.

"Ten, twenty, thirty, thirty-seven! Shit! Monk, are you right? More than 30 people come at a time. You think we are local tycoons!" The group of knights looked at the surrounding monks and exclaimed.

"Go, go, go! We didn't break the silver!" The Jianghu guests said with disgust.

"There is no broken silver!" Dozens of monks looked at each other, and then read Amitabha Buddha and said in one voice, "Since the donor did not break silver, give him a hundred taels of silver ingots. This is the money for the benefactors to repair the golden body for the Buddha, and the little monks will not refuse. After saying this, the monks gathered around.

Looking at the surrounding monks, the Jianghu guests slowly retreated and shouted, "What! If we don't want to pay, your group of monks will rob it instead!"

The monks looked at each other and then took the stick behind them in their hands. After holding the stick in his hand, a little monk with a kind face said with a smile, "Amitabha! Xiangguo Temple, where the little monks gathered, is now adding gold to the Buddha. Repairing the golden body for Buddha is a matter of merit. I hope the benefactors don't color these things outside the body!"

"It's the monk of Xiangguo Temple who came out and will take away all our underwear! Let's run!" Several knights looked at each other, then dispersed and ran to different places.

"Don't go, donor! Don't go!" Dozens of monks shouted as they chased after them.

"Don't go!" Several big men who were eating listened and pulled out their waist knives and rushed out directly.

"Where are you calling don't go? Where are you calling don't go! Did anyone see the fugitive? Several big men waved big knives and asked loudly to the crowd.

Looking at the scene in front of her, Qin Hui shook her head, held the sword in her arms and disappeared into the crowd.

"Amitabha! Lord Qin, we have been separated for many years, but I didn't expect you to visit Baiyun again!" In the magnificent Xiangguo Temple, a thirty-year-old monk, wearing a big red monk robe, asked Qin Hui with a smile.

Qin Hui, standing outside the hall, looked at the golden body of Buddha in the hall and said to the monk Bai Yun, "Why did I come here? You should know!"

The monk Bai Yun put his hands together and said, "Amitabha! The donor has been fighting against the masters of the four directions for the past ten years, and the two families of Buddhism and Taoism can't raise their heads. The limelight is really unparalled! Ha ha, I didn't expect that the little monk He De was also worthy of the donor's challenge!"

After Bai Yun just put his hands together, before Qin Hui could speak, he immediately raised his hand and shouted, "The Buddha's palm!" With the words of the monk Bai Yun, a tall golden palm went towards Qin Hui.

Qin Hui rose from the ground and let the golden palm pass.

"Boom!" With an explosion, the golden palm that was given way by Qin Hui suddenly hit a stone statue of the guardian king. And smashed the four-meter-high stone statue of the king carved from stone.

Qin Hui, who was flying in the air, looked at the crushed stone statue behind him and said with a smile to the monk Bai Yun, "What a monk with Buddha in his heart! It's so dark!"

"Good, good!" The benevolent monk Bai Yun, after a slight smile, shook his sleeves, waved his palms at Qin Hui and shouted, "Wan family is a Buddha!" With the voice, the golden palm prints rushed to Qin Hui one after another.

"Ang!" After a dragon roar, Qin Hui, who held the sword in his hand, suddenly waved his sword. With the dragon-shaped sword light, he cut off more than a dozen golden palm prints that rushed at him with one sword.

"Children worship Buddha!" Monk Baiyun looked at the sword light that came from him after cutting his palm print. He put his hands together, put the sword light in the palm of his hand, and bowed down.

"Ang!" With the sound of the dragon chanting, the big dragon, which was clamped by the white cloud monk's hands, was making a dragon chant and suddenly rushed out of the white cloud monk's palm and shot at the white cloud monk's head.

Monk Bai Yun looked at the coming sword light, quickly tilted his head and narrowly avoided it.

Monk Bai Yun looked at the golden blood left in his hand and said with a wry smile, "The donor's strength is extraordinary. Bai Yun, the newly trained Buddha's golden body, is far from his opponent!"

After Qin Hui fell from the air, he smiled bitterly at Bai Yun and said with a smile, "I have been challenged by many masters in the past ten years. But among these people, you are the first to catch my sword spirit under the age of 50!"

"Amitabha!" Bai Yun said a Buddhist name and then invited him to say, "There are many female benefactors who need to give alms. Why don't Qin the benefactor stay here for a few more days?"

Qin Hui immediately shook his head and said, "Forget it, I just happened to come here, so I came up to have a look. These female benefactors, you'd better give yourself!" After saying this, Qin Hui held the sword and turned away.

"Amitabha! In the past, Buddha cut meat and fed eagles, and then poor monks saved the world! What a great virtue!" Bai Yun said, showing a look of compassion.

"Dingdong, congratulations to the host for completing the task. Please be ready to return."

Listening to the sound in his ear, Qin Hui, who had been waiting for ten years, nodded with a smile.

A light flashed, and Qin Hui disappeared into the world of Ghost Story and returned to the real world.