Chapter 223 The White Horse Temple was attacked 5

"No!"

The Tang army was invincible in the world and relied on iron discipline. However, under Lin Chengbin's order, the soldiers of the Guards who were fighting with the monks who were rushing over shouted their promises, each wielded their knives to force their opponents back, and quickly gathered beside Lin Chengbin. In the direction of each station, a strict Formation - The knife array is not a conventional formation of the Tang army, but an assault formation improved by Li Xian from the "Wei Gong's Art of War". It can be large or small, large can be used for battle arrays, and small can be used for fighting in rivers and lakes. In today's world, only this guard has practiced this formation. At this time, a platoon will come out, but it can be seen with a hundred knives standing. Yan Wuji, the monks who were attacking and killing crazily had been cut to several people under their faces. The rest of them were so frightened that they did not dare to rush forward again and retreated behind the two master monks in disorder.

"Pelin, kill!"

Seeing that the formation had been formed, Lin Chengbin did not dare to neglect it. He roared and advanced forward. However, he saw more than a hundred steel knives turning like a wheel, and the whole formation rolled forward like a harvester. All those who dared to block could only fall into pieces. In an instant, more than a dozen rushed forward. The monks who tried to intercept them had become corpses all over the ground, and the death was extremely horrible.

"No retreat, go on, come on!"

Previously, it was the three disciples Desheng and the four disciples Depu under the seat of Master Mojia who secretly attacked Lin Chengbin. At this time, when they saw that under the pressure of the Tang army's knife array, there was a tendency to collapse, and they couldn't help but be anxious. They roared and drove the remaining more than 30 monks forward desperately, trying to stop the Tang army from advancing, but All the monks have been killed by the fierceness of the Tang army. No matter how the two monks are coerced, no one dares to stop them in front of the Tang army, but retreated in the direction of the temple gate.

"Kill!"

"Dead!"

Desheng and Depu were both born as horse thieves. They were fierce by nature. Even if they were shaved as monks, they still did not change their nature. At this time, they saw that the impact of the Tang army was fierce, and they all became anxious. They think that their martial arts skills were high and did not retreat and advanced. They roared and killed Lin Chengbin, who was at the tip of the knife array, and tried to kill Lin Cheng. Bin came to disrupt the formation of the Tang army.

The attack of the second monk is not fierce, and the knife is not fierce. Even if Lin Chengbin is strong in martial arts, if he meets it alone, he can only barely protect himself at most. However, at this time, the second monk is not facing Lin Chengbin alone, but a sharp knife array. The result is beyond doubt - dead, no There was a trace of luck - the second monk just jumped in front of Lin Chengbin. The seven horizontal knives had been waved like a wheel. There were two knives on the left and right that opened the thick-backed knife cut by the two monks. At the same time, the other three knives were divided into the joint attack and split the two monks into several pieces. The poor two monks were pretentious, but they couldn't even make a face. After supporting it, he had died tragically on the spot. When the rest of the monks saw this, there was no trace of courage to resist. With a shout, they were all scattered around.

"Break the door and rush in!"

Lin Chengbin was worried about Li Xian's safety. He didn't want to pay attention to the scattered and fled monks. He roared and commanded a group of men to rush to the closed temple gate with all their strength. Under the collision of more than a hundred people, the huge impulse instantly knocked down the temple door that had not yet been able to add a wall.

"Kill the thief, kill the thief!"

When the gate of the temple was opened, more than a hundred guards swarmed into the temple. In the waving of knives, more than a dozen monks who were trying to use their arms as cars were killed on the spot.

Good job, I finally got there! In the small square in front of the Daxiong Treasure Hall, Li Xian was holding Princess Mingyue and unfolding his body with all his strength, wandering unsteadily avoiding the pursuit of Master Mojia and Master Zhixin. This time, Lin Chengbin led his troops to kill, and his high-hanging heart fell to the ground. With a long smile, several ups and downs have shaken the pursuit of the second monk and returned to their own array. Medium.

"Protect the princess!"

Li Xian shook his hand gently and put down the princess Mingyue in his arms to the ground. After copying his hand, he had taken a horizontal knife from a bodyguard. He gently wiped his fingers on the surface of the knife and erased the blood stains on the knife. Later, he looked at the Mo and the two monks who were standing not far away like dead ashes with a smile. He said, "The two masters have tried their best, so let them go."

"Amitabha, good, good."

Master Zhixin shook his head with a wry smile, put his hands together on his chest. After saluteing Li Xian, he sat on the ground and closed his eyes tightly. Without further words, his gray face showed a relieved smile. Looking over, he was quite like Tao.

"Your Highness is smart, and the old man is not unjustly defeated. Now he will die. Please fight fairly with the old man."

Master Mojia ignored Master Zhixin's behavior, but stared at Li Xian and launched the challenge of duel.

"Yes, but there is a condition for loneliness."

Li Xian smiled confidently, didn't care about Master Mojia's fierce eyes at all, and replied easily.

"Please speak."

Master Mojia's ambition has long been cute. At this time, his wish is just to pull Li Xian's back before he dies, but he doesn't care much about what conditions Li Xian has.

"I know that the master must have been entrusted by the garqinling. I'm just curious about why people outside the world, such as the master, want to participate in the common things in the world." Li Xian nodded without much talk, and asked directly.

"Inheritance."

As soon as he heard Li Xian mention this matter, Master Mojia's already dark face was a little darker. After a long time of silence, he returned two words like gold.

"Inheritance? Well, I understand. Is the master from Jokhang Temple? As soon as Li Xian heard this answer, he was stunned at first, and then immediately reacted. He knew what Master Mojia meant. It was nothing more than that Gar Qinling vigorously promoted Buddhism as ** and instigated Master Mojia to assassinate himself. As for guessing whether it was from the Jokhang Temple, it was easy to understand. At that time, Tubo territory was only There are only two temples left - Jokhang Temple and Xiaozhao Temple. The latter is built by Princess Wencheng. It believes in the teachings of the Central Plains and has very few believers. The former is built by Princess Chizun of Nepal. There are many believers. The doctrine they believe in is not forbidden to kill. Master Mojia is ruthless. Obviously, it is not a good person, just It may be the monk of Jokhang Temple.

"Not bad."

As soon as he heard Li Xian break his origin, Master Mojia's pupils obviously contracted, but he did not deny it, but recognized it in a sigh.

Wow, religion is really a spiritual opium. It's really tireless! Li Xian himself did not believe in religion and did not have much good impression on religion. At that time, he had long seen more blind obedience and mania such as religious mania in later generations. At this time, when he saw the faction of Master Mojia's dedication to the promotion of Buddhism, he was too lazy to talk nonsense with him. He originally planned to use this person's mind to fade away, but he was just indifferently. He said, "Master, please!"

"Please!"

Master Mojia calmly saluted ten times, and then his body flashed. He had rushed to Li Xian. His palms were wrong, and he rudely separated Li Xian's chest and lower abdomen. His palm was extremely fast, bringing a strong roaring sound. It was as shocking as a big wave slapping the shore, showing how powerful the power contained in his palm was.

"Would you like to die alone? You don't deserve it!"

Master Mojia's palm is fierce, and his body is surprisingly fast, but in Li Xian's opinion, it's just Er'er. Seeing that Master Mojia only attacks and does not defend, Li Xian smiled, and his figure showed up, and easily avoided the scope of Master Mojia's palm.

"Death!"

Master Mojia's palms hit the air, but he was not discouraged at all. He roared and launched a strong attack again. He waved his palms and chased after Li Xian desperately. However, he was short of Li Xian's boss. When Li Xian held Princess Mingyue before, he was helpless with Li Xian. At this time, even the corners of Li Xian's clothes were Don't touch it. After a few rounds, the palms are getting more and more chaotic and full of flaws.

"Kill!"

Seeing that Master Mojia was already exhausted, Li Xian was too lazy to circle with him again. He shouted, waved the knife in his hand, and a move of "dominate the world" had been attacked and killed.

"Ah..."

As soon as he saw that Li Xian's knife was extremely fierce, Master Mojia was shocked and wanted to escape. However, his body method was not as good as Li Xian. At this time, he was in a hurry. How could he avoid Li Xian's killing move. However, when he saw the flash of the knife, he had split Master Mojia in two. The poor generation of monks only had time to howl. , and then died in a desperate life.

"Master!"

Monk Deming, who was entangled with Luo Tong, saw that Master Mojia had died tragically under Li Xian's knife. He turned red and roared. He wanted to rush up and fight with Li Xian, but he forgot that there was an opponent Luo Tong beside him. Under this distraction, Luo Tong would not be polite to him. He waved a knife, and Deming monk fought. The big head had flown into the air, and the burly body shook a few times, and then it was unwilling to fall into the pool of blood.

Seeing that the master and his brothers had lost their lives, the monk Decheng, who was fighting with Liu Ziming, suddenly panicked. He didn't have much courage. He waved a few moves. Relying on his light work, he jumped down the corridor, ran into the field without looking back, and ran wild on the snow and fled to the distance. Between the ups and downs, he mixed into the crowd of people running wildly, and it was no longer difficult to find him. Liu Ziming was waiting to chase him, but his body was far less than that of the other party. He could only watch this person escape from the sky.

"Your Highness, the last general is incompetent and let the thief run away."

Unable to take down the monk Decheng, Liu Ziming felt that he couldn't hang his face. He jumped down the corridor and strode to Li Xian. He blushed and pleaded for his guilt.

"Your Highness, the old thief Zhixin is bald!"

Before Li Xian had time to make a statement, the personal guard who went to seize Master Zhixin had interrupted.

"Gone back to the city!"

A good Xiang made such a big noise. Li Xian was quite impatient. He felt more evil about religion, and did not check the body of Master Zhixin. After shouting with a calm face, he turned around and walked out of the temple gate with Princess Mingyue's hand. As for the aftermath, Li Xian was I'm too lazy to pay more attention, but I'm thinking about how to use this matter to squeeze out a few more oil from Gar Qinling...