Chapter 230 Capture the White Apes and Gather Together

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In the moonlight, the young monk was like a white baltar. When his arms were unfolded, the wind was blowing. One person and one horse were like a burst of green smoke shuttled in front of the two armies. He cut the blood sea and corpses under the magic stick, and condensed into crystals under the moonlight. It was like a mirror with an evil face reflecting the evil and handsome face of the young demon, and the indescribable gloomy demon.

Secretly in the alliance with the royal family, he was finally able to take the monks and soldiers out of the Qingtian Temple, out of the Qindu, and into the turbulent times.

He did not hesitate to offend a group of heads, did not hesitate to commit murder, and did not hesitate to bear the name of abuse, just for the horse to step on the battlefield. Everyone was curious about what the ascetic monk in front of the Buddha was for.

Some people say that this is the arrangement before the monk left, while others say that this is because Wuhua and Qi Ren have a grudge... The gods and monks of the State of Qin are highly virtuous. They only practice meditation and do not enter the world. How can they participate in the world war for the desire of the king of Qin? Wuhua has been adopted by a divine monk since he was a child. He had only been out of Qingtian Temple once in the past 18 years, and he would not feud with Qi people. There are different opinions, and Wuhua never mentions it. Maybe even he doesn't know why.

In thousands of ancient temples, thousands of monks participated in the Buddha, and even all sentient beings in the State of Qin also practiced Buddhist rites and recited the Buddhist scriptures.

Manchu is a Buddha, but as the only descendant of the monk of the State of Qin, Wuhua, the protector of the Qingtian Temple, feels more and more lonely. In the temple surrounded by the fragrance of Buddha, in the face of the Buddha, he will always have a strange feeling that makes him extremely afraid - the pure heart and pious scriptures of Manchuria, but there is only one abnormality, that is, he, the ascetic who has been sitting alone in front of the Buddha since he is sensible.

Wuhua has a secret, a secret that has never been told to anyone, and even the monk of the State of Qin, who is like a father, did not tell him. Every time in the dead of night, he raised his head from the scriptures and Zen, and always felt that many eyes were staring at him. Those eyes came from all directions, either cold, dignified, sarcastic, or disdainful, just like poisonous snakes and jackals crawling in the night, which made him shudder.

The Buddhist monks have already fallen asleep. In the corridor of the orphaned courtyard where Wuhua is located, the only one who doesn't have to sleep is the Buddha statue with open eyes wide and a look of pity on his face.

How many times have it been difficult to fall asleep? I just want to grab the magic stick on the side and smash the Buddhas who don't know which real body is hidden in into pieces. But the magic stick is used to kill demons and kill demons. How can it be used to kill Buddhas?

Where do I come from? Who are my parents? There are too many people in the world who don't have parents. Why did Master choose me to sit alone in front of the Buddha and practice the Buddhist scriptures that can never be penetrated?

Wuhua would rather not have a transcendent and prominent identity, and would rather not have the bottomless hole envied by practitioners, but at this point, fate is impermanent, and he can only accept all this. The person he envies most is An Bochen, who has a pair of parents, a simple background, and many wishes that can be realized. Even the guy who wore cloth shoes, Wuhua, thought that he was better than his own life. He also had no parents, but at least Zhang Bushi had it. He could still remember his mother who made cloth shoes for him with red eyes under the candlelight, and his voice and smile. Only I am a person who has nothing from the beginning... Others entered the world to practice and sharpen the Taoist heart, and I just want to leave the empty and lonely temple and leave the country full of aliens.

On the bank of the Xijiang River, the young monk danced the magic stick and led his thousands of monks to cut the 3,000 Qi troops who dared to invade the border of the State of Qin into seventeen or seventeen and eight pieces, and slaughtered it.

Wuhua kills happily. Only when he fights and kills people can he forget those deadly Buddhist scriptures and Zen sounds, and forget the loneliness in the Qingtian Temple.

In a short time, there were only seven or eight hundred left for 3,000 Qi soldiers. The main general had already been killed by Wuhua. At this time, the formation was not neat and the army was lax. At most, he could kill all of them after three columns of incense.

But at this moment, Wuhua only heard a burst of cheerful laughter from behind. The previous moment was still a hundred steps away, and the next moment was behind him.

Wu Huazheng fought with more than a dozen Qi troops, cutting the magic wands to split the block, turning into the remnants of Taoism, but the momentum was already old, and there was no time to withdraw.

The cold murderous straight stab vest, this feeling is like the eyes in the temple night, which makes Wuhua's heart very uncomfortable.

The sky is falling. Buddha's anger!

With a slam, the teenager with a peerless handsome face fell down, with his legs on the top, and the magic stick hanging in the middle of the sky. He looked solemn and dignified, like a golden Buddha hanging in the sky.

The Sanskrit sounded from the pestle cast by the bronze of the magic stick, and the flowing gold surged. The enchanting dance in the green fire was a golden Buddha sand to drown the dozen people's army. One Buddha sand weighed one catty, and three thousand Buddha sands were 3,000 catties, divided into ten parts to sweep the Qi army.

The wind and sand settled down, and the ten-life Qi army stood straight on the back of the horse. The flesh and flesh had been taken away by the Buddha sand, leaving only white bones.

The bullet finger killed the fighting Qi army in an instant. At this time, Wuhua's body was still in the air. Next, he turned around and stared at the ghost-faced assassin who was killed coldly, and his forehead was opened.

"I am merciful."

The halo flows in the vertical eyes, and the black and white are clear, and there is a strange light hidden inside to the ghost-faced assassin.

The ghost-faced assassin's arms were in front of him. As soon as Fang touched the pillar's eyes, he felt that his arms were numb and stiff and difficult to move.

"Good demon monk!"

The ghost-faced assassin was not afraid to laugh back, closed his eyes tightly, and just by feeling that he picked up the cicada wing knife and chopped straight at Wuhua's forehead.

The violent suction came from the sword. Wuhua's eyes hurt, so he had to close it. But at a glance, he had already won the time to recover for him. Even if he didn't use Tianyan, he was afraid at all. In addition, Tianyan could only be used when he saved his life. If he used too much, it would be harmful to his own life.

Strike each other with knives and sticks.

Taishan was so beautiful that both of them shook their bodies and withdrew their hands at the same time.

Wuhua felt the strange suction on the tip of the knife, and the ghost-faced assassin, Huo Chuanyun, didn't want to fight at all. He looked at Wuhua playfully. Huo Chuanyun grinned, and the less conspicuous tiger teeth were exposed under the ghost mask.

"bottomless hole?"

Wuhua's eyes are sharp and he can see through it at a glance.

"Exact. It's the same bottomless hole, how dare you fight?

Huo Chuanyun's eyes flashed with a playful smile and said lazily, but when Wuhua's will to fight, he smiled and turned to the dense forest by the river, and did not forget to turn around and shout.

"I'm teasing you, little demon monk."

It is rare for Wuhua to see a person who is born with a bottomless hole. Maybe he has seen it, but that is the love of the Lord An. He can't fight even if he wants to fight. At present, when he meets the same kind, how can Wuhua let him go?

The magic stick hit the ground, Wuhua jumped up from the horse's back, and his arms spread out like a handsome white eagle, gliding in the air, immediately following Huo Chuangyun into the dense forest.

"Sure enough, it's coming."

Yu Guangglared at Wuhua hanging behind him and chasing him reluctantly. Huo Chuanyun raised the corners of his mouth and muttered.

What he had to do next was to lead Wuhua to An Bochen. He defected to Emperor Kuang and could not openly deal with the white ape, so he had to attract Wuhua to help him.

It is planted into the secret mirror charm. As long as Emperor Kuang opens his eyes, every move of the legendary master will be seen by Emperor Kuang. Huo Chuanyun attracted Wuhua into the forest. With Emperor Kuang's mind, he couldn't see the tricks in it. However, Emperor Kuang did not know the past of Huo Chuanyun and An Bochen, nor did he want to tear his face with Huo Chuanyun, as long as Huo Chuanyun did not touch the dragon scales to deal with the legendary master.

Xijiang River Basin, Qiqin Border.

An Bochen came to the north with the white ape. Huo Chuanyun hooked up with Wuhua to go south non-stop, and the four met only in the morning and evening.

The Xijiang River Basin is located in a remote area, which is also isolated from the world, but I don't know that the outside world has been lively for a long time.

Emperor Kuang, who only liked to tease shirles, suddenly announced an order to choose a concubine. He chose no one else, but Wu Zhong Sima Nv, who had earlier befed the ninth prince, in other words, Emperor Kuang's daughter-in-law.

The absurd emperor is absurd. The people are used to laughing and watching the bustle, but several people know about the fighting behind the bustle and the joys and sorrows.

Wuzhong Sima's family...