Chapter 40 Flower Sword

There was a loud rumbling sound, the mountain shaking temple trembled, the mountain gate collapsed, the gravel splashed, and the dust was scattered.

Large and small stones rolled down the high stone steps like a waterfall and hit straight into the armored array.

Seeing the stone of the size of the millstone hit the head, and the soldiers are also human beings. How can they not be afraid? They retreated one after another for a while, and the strict formation was scattered.

The woman in white turned her sword and smiled and said, "What's there to guard in such a shabby temple? Since the emperor issued an edict, you should all be vulgar. What's worth shaving about whether you shaved or not? Shigamani himself didn't shaved his head, but he insisted that his disciples not leave their hair. What's the reason? I think that the later fools made their own decisions. They thought that their own troubles hindered their practice. They couldn't become a Buddha. If they couldn't practice the Tao, they took others with themselves. They insisted that others shave their brains like themselves, gathered in a dark room and muttered pretended all day long. Where can't this sutra be read? Where can the Buddha not believe it? Get out of here, baldheads. Buddha doesn't want to die. The monk is a believer. He is dead. What scriptures do you want to read and practice?

These words are really rebellious. If it hadn't been for the special status of this woman in white, I'm afraid the monks would have attacked her in groups.

This is the case, which also made the old monks roll their eyes so angry that they rolled their eyes one after another, calling them sins, and the young monks talked about it one after another.

The white-headed monk with a white beard trembling and pointed to the woman in white and shouted, "Huajian, Huiguo Da Ajiri let you inherit the Dharma and Taoism for him, but now it is very difficult. You don't think about the Temple, but you talk so nonsense..."

"Why am I talking nonsense?" The woman in white pointed to the old monk and said, "This is not the Western Bliss World. It is not your big day Buddha, but the emperor in Chang'an City. If you are asked to return to vulgarity, you have to return to vulgarity. Can you still resist this will? You bald people think that you have achieved success in practice, so you should use this skull to test whether other people's butcher blade is sharp.

The white-bearded monk shouted righteously: "In the past, the Buddha sacrificed his life to feed the tiger, cut meat and feed the eagle. At the end of the Dharma, our disciples should defend themselves and must not obey the will of this barren hall. My Qinglong Temple is the example for the world's Buddhist temples. If you retreat today, how to face the Buddha friends in the world, and how to let other Buddhist temples deal with themselves... "

Huajian scolded and said, "Bah, I think it's not the Dharma you want to defend, but the countless wealth of Qinglong Temple! Huiguo said in those years that you monks read more and more scriptures, and your deeds are becoming more and more crooked. You don't want to promote the Dharma. You only calculate how many temples are built and how many fields you have fooled with. This Buddha believes casually, but the money is real. Today, you can see that you not only catch money, but also are obsessed with money. I don't know if I'm alive or dead."

The monk White Beard said tremblingly, "You, how can you say that? How dare you say that? Qinglong Temple is the ancestral court of the Middle-earth secret sect. It is the holy place of our Buddha disciples. It was built by the ancestors of all dynasties. It is only for the purpose of the great Buddha's Dharma, and it must not be destroyed in the hands of our generation. Disciples, you should coexist with Qinglong Temple today!"

The monks shouted together and lined up to wait.

The general sneered, raised his right hand high, and shouted, "The Qinglong Temple does not comply with the decree. It is for rebellion and will be exterminated immediately!" The raised arm was waved down heavily.

The heavy armored sergeant holding a horizontal knife shouted in unison. The mountain shook the ground and strode forward. The snowy knife light made the sky and the earth blue and white, and the murderous spirit came to his face.

Although the monks of Qinglong Temple are diligent in martial arts and have strong kung fu, after all, they are just rabbles. They have never seen such a situation. For a moment, everyone's face is bloodless, and they are so timid that they can't even hold the stick in their hands.

However, a monk jumped out of the crowd, carried a ebony stick, and shouted, "The poor monk Qinglong Temple is Mingshang, and he has been sealed with the broken demon King Kong. You are so rude in front of the Buddha. Aren't you afraid of being beaten into the 18th floor of hell after death. Can't you live forever? Oh, come and die!" He rushed up with a dancing stick. This Ming Shang was the first stick monk of the Qinglong Temple. Before he became a monk, he was a Jiangyang thief. He killed more and more he did everything. Later, he was chased by the government because he was not suitable to rob the officials who returned home. He had no foothold in the world. He simply shaved his hair and hid in Qinglong Temple and became a monk. He usually did not read scriptures diligently, but all over the body Good kung fu was very pleasing to the abbot. He received the identity of the leader of the monk who guarded the temple. He didn't need to recite the Buddha's name on weekdays. He just had to send away those young people who went to the temple to make troubles. He fought again in the world with a name called Broken Demon King Kong, but he was not like the empty sea and Zhenhe.

At this time of great difficulty, Ming still lived up to the usual abbot's preference and took the lead in rushing to the temple, but the habits of the rivers and lakes did not change. He also took out the rivers and lakes like fighting. He thought about his own good kung fu and rushed up to defeat a few of his soldiers first.

He is so smart and has a good ability. He only danced the ebony stick and turned it into a black cloud cage around him. Wow, he rushed into the army.

"Kill!"

The soldiers in the first row shouted in a low voice, danced horizontally, scratched the light and shadow, and then heard the muffled sound, and the blood was all over the sky. Goodbye, Na Mingshang had been cut into more than a dozen pieces of bone and meat and internal organs scattered on the ground, and thick blood flowed down the stone steps.

Poor Ming Shang's good skills, but it is not a place. The current battle of the army, no matter what stick method you use, what tricks you use, only line up the horizontal knife array, just like the meat grinder, the Ming Shang into meat stuffing on the spot.

The soldiers cut off Ming Shang and did not stop. They stepped forward with their knives, stepped on the heavy combat boots on the bones and blood, and trampled the minced meat to pieces. With the pace of picking up the steps, they left rows of bright red-eyed footprints.

Originally, the morale that was bulged by Ming Shang disappeared without a trace. Originally, there were still a few monks in the temple who wanted to follow Ming Shang to rush over, but seeing that Ming Shang had fallen into such a tragic end, he was so scared that his hands and feet were weak. He threw the stick and turned around and ran away. There was so scared that the crotch was already wet. When he rolled and crawled, A smelly watermark was left on the stone steps.

The faces of Qinglong Temple are like earth. Under the pressure of the horizontal knife army, they retreat step by step. There is no courage to fight.

With a strong wind, an invisible sword spirit swept the stone steps, blood gushed, and people's heads flew around. The two rows of sergeants in front of them turned into headless corpses, and they fell down like harvested crops.

This time, the people in Qinglong Temple were in an uproar, and the army paused. Everyone looked sideways and saw the woman in white stepping on the middle of the mountain road with her sword. It was the end of the Qinglong Guardian Flower.

"Huama, do you want to disobey the order?"

The leading general pointed to the flowers and shouted angrily, but hid his body behind a pile of heavily armored warriors for fear that he would be killed by a sword.

Who is in the flower room? That was the protector of the King Kong of the Three Dynasties and the Qinglong Da Azhao Li Huiguo. It is magical, and it can't be resisted by all physical fetuses. Although he hides in thousands of troops, the general still has no sense of security. He just cried secretly and said to himself, "That man clearly said that he would never take action between the flowers!" What a magic trick? It's all fucking bullshit. What can I do now? For a moment, the eunuch beside him did not know what was good or bad. He shouted in a shrill voice, "General Boyan, but a little girl is afraid that she will do anything. Your Majesty is still waiting for the turn of the family to go back to hand in the order and quickly destroy the Qinglong Temple. Don't let your majesty wait for a long time."

The general was frightened. He was afraid that the words of the dead eunuch would be heard by Huajian. He quickly pulled the undead guy and whispered, "The public doesn't know anything. This Huajian Qinglong Guardian is the guardian King Kong personally sealed by Master Huiguo in those years. He looks young, but in fact, he is a Buddhist master who has practiced for hundreds of years. She is so magical that she has taken off the mortal fetus. It's not something we can deal with. You can also see that she cut down the mountain gate with one sword and dozens of heads with one sword. How can human power do it? In my opinion, Qinglong Temple can't run away here anyway. Temporarily withdraw the troops, wait until the deployment is properly, find the master, and then do it again to kill them clean.

"Bah, General Boyan, thanks to your majesty's high expectations for you, only a little girl scared you like this. Fortunately, you are still a long-standing general. Come on, please Shang Fang's sword!"

The eunuch shouted, and there was a long sword wrapped in bright and yellow dragon pattern cloth with his hands behind him. General Boyan shrugged his face without blood and said in a trembling voice, "Dir-in-law, if you have something to say, why do you need to do this? It't have to be like this, you don't have to be like this." Now he straightened up and shouted, "Go!"

The military order is like a mountain. Although the sergeants were frightened by the power of the sword between the flowers, the military order was issued immediately. How dare they not obey? They shouted together and advanced with their knives.

Huajian flicked the blade of the sword, made a dragon-like crisp sound, and whispered, "Huiguo, my disciple is not angry. You run away leisurely, but you will bear the cause and effect by me. If you see each other again in the next life, you will have to pay me back!" He only waved the sword gently, stepped forward, and said, "The good methods are illusions, and the creation of evil karma is also illusions. The body is like a foam, and the heart is like the wind, and there is no root and no reality. One sentence, one sword, four steps in a row, that is, waved four swords, and none of the soldiers who stepped on the stone steps survived. The corpses were like mountains, and the blood flowed into rivers.

The little girl, in white clothes fluttering, the green edge is like a torch, not stained with blood, according to the sword, like a god and a demon.

The three armies were in an uproar and were afraid. Although there were tens of millions of people, their momentum was suppressed by one person, and they retreated one after another.

The eunuch was also so scared that his face turned yellow. He almost lost the Shangfang sword in his hand and stammered, "This, this, this, such as, what to do, or hurry up, please, please Ning, Ning Daochang..."

"My father-in-law, I still invited Ning Daochang to come and make a plan."

General Boyan was overjoyed and said in his heart, "The dead cow's nose claims to be a magic trick, and his magic is unparalleled, so let him deal with Huajian. For this kind of immortal fight, we and other mortals just need to watch." Even if you want to order the withdrawal of troops.

Suddenly, there was a long shout in the air: "The infinite longevity Buddha!"

A Taoist priest in an apricot yellow gossip robe floated from the air and fell under the stone steps. He stepped on the blood river with his feet. He looked at the flowers from a distance and gave a single gift. "Hua Taoist friend, it's polite."