The ten monks injured three people in a row, but they could not do anything to King Muye. They were all shocked. Suddenly, they heard a strange scream. They saw King Muye swaying and stretched out their hands. They actually grabbed Jingcheng's iron stick. Jingcheng roared and poured on the iron stick. In just a moment, they felt that the iron stick was as hot as a fire stick. He was very surprised. He knew that once he took off his hand, the iron stick would inevitably be taken away by King Muye. Although his palm was like a fire, he gritted his teeth and did not let go.
King Muye laughed, and several palms were used in his other hand to force two monks to retreat. However, he pulled Jingcheng hard with his left hand. Jingcheng grabbed the iron stick with one hand, and the other hand poked out, and grabbed it straight towards King Muye. King Muye smiled and said, "The trick of dragon spinning palm carving insects." He waved his hand to meet him. The two of them each grabbed the iron stick with one hand, and the other hand was entangled for only three rounds. King Muye had already grabbed Jingcheng's wrist. When Jingcheng heard Jingcheng screaming, everyone saw that Jingcheng was suddenly raised by King Muye.
This change was extremely sudden. Many people did not see clearly what the situation was. Only a few people could see clearly. After the Muye King grabbed Jingcheng's wrist, the left hand that grabbed the iron rod suddenly released, and several fingers were released. Several points of energy were shot out at Jingcheng's body. The energy entered the acupoint. In the blink of an eye, Jingcheng could no longer move. However, Muye King grabbed the iron rod very quickly and grabbed it. Then he pressed one end of the iron rod between Jingcheng's abdomen with one end, and grabbed Jingcheng's wrist with the other hand. He raised the iron rod high, and pushed Jingcheng into the air.
Everything was just a blink of an eye. Several great monks were shocked. Seeing that Jingcheng was restrained by King Muye, he was afraid of the mouse and did not dare to attack again, but just surrounded him.
King Muye laughed and said, "The Great Guangming Temple is known as the No. 1 temple in the world. It is said that there are many eminent monks in the temple. Now I really have a eminent monk in my hand, which is higher than everyone." The tone was full of disdain and ridicule.
"King Muye, you please put down Senior Brother Jingcheng." Jingneng, the first seat of the Judgment Hall, shouted sternly.
Muye Wang Li ignored it and said loudly: "By the support of the court, Daguangming Temple claims to be the number one temple in the world. The affairs of the world are not in line with your mind, so they will dominate under the banner of upholding justice. This axiom of the world seems to be in the hands of you monks. You say yes, you are right, you are wrong, ordinary people have no reason to say, hahaha, now your fellow disciples are in my hands, and I will also tell you what justice is today."
The monks folded their hands together, and Jingkong sighed: "Mu Donald, for the past eighteen years, there seems to be no trace of resolving your anger in your heart."
"Stop talking nonsense." Muye Wang sneered: "I always do my own thing when I walked the world. Even if you stinky monks can keep me for eighteen years, can I still lock my heart?" His eyes were like a knife, and he passed by the monks and sneered: "Since you are concerned about the friendship between the same family, come on, and now you kneel down in front of me. Yes, and your disciples and grandchildren, all of them kneel down to me. If I am satisfied, I will let go of the net and spare the monk in my hand." After saying that, there was another crazy laugh.
But all the monks changed their color slightly.
Although the Muye King has a weird martial arts skills, this condition is unacceptable.
This is Daguangming Temple, which has always been considered the leader of the Buddhist sect. Today, the ten monks joined forces to fight against Muye King. Not only did they not defeat him, they also injured several people on their side. Master Jingcheng, who was admired by the monks, is now even raised by Muye King, looking extremely embarrassed.
If the monks really kneel at the feet of Muye King and spread it out, the reputation of Daguangming Temple will surely plummet, and I don’t know how to gain a foothold in this world from now on.
Many monks looked at Master Jingkong.
The Thirteen Monks of Light were naturally led by the abbot, Master Kongzang, and Master Jingchen was the one below. Master Jingkong ranked third. Master Kongzang had not seen Master Jingchen, and Master Jingchen had been killed. Now he was led by Master Jingkong.
However, a few old monks had already made up their minds. Even if the Muye King really wanted to kill Jingcheng, he could not kneel in front of him. Although Jingcheng's life is important, the reputation of Da Guangming Temple is even more irreplaceable. The glory of Da Guangming Temple is accumulated by countless ancestors. If he really kneels down today, everything in the past will be wasted.
Seeing the monks hesitate, King Muye laughed and said, "The old monk Jingchen said to me that the so-called greed, anger, fame and fortune are the most harmful to others. Practicing Buddha and Zen meditation is to see through these things. You monks are not kneeling for a long time, so naturally they want to preserve the reputation of Da Guangming Temple. Hehe, for fame and fortune, they ignore the life and death of their fellow disciples. Isn't this slap yourself in the face? Hahahaha?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a voice saying, "Mu Tu's words are bad. If you kneel down to save lives, it is really nothing to me monks. However, when Mu Tu's power is used to bully others, Da Guangming Temple will never surrender." The voice was extremely majestic.
When Qi Ning heard the first sentence, the sound seemed to be coming from behind him. When he turned around, he felt a gray shadow passing by. After he finished speaking, the sound was already above the square. The voice of the speaker was not very loud, but it was just that everyone present could hear it clearly.
However, the monks saw a gray shadow falling from the sky and landing in front of several old monks. They were thin and thin, a little taller than the other old monks. They had white beards fluttering, gray robes were flying, and their hands were folded together. The monks recognized it at a glance that it was Master Kongzang, the abbot of the Great Guangming Temple.
When Muye King saw Kongzang falling from the sky, his eyes twitched slightly, and then he smiled and said, "Kongzang, you are still coming out."
"Mu Donor, if I remember correctly, you will be 69 years old this year, and one year later, you will be 70 years old." Kongzang's voice was low and he was majestic: "Life is rare in seventy years. Mu Donor was practicing in the Qing Dynasty in the Temple for 18 years. According to my idea, there will be two more years. After the Buddha Mu went to the Temple for twenty years, you will be able to go down the mountain to study by yourself."
When Qi Ning heard this, he was a little surprised and thought to himself that King Muye was so old.
Life is rare in seventy years old. It is really amazing to have such martial arts at such age. He saw the two sides fighting, and from the speed of the Muye King's body movement, he could not tell that he was so old.
However, most of the Thirteen Monks of Guangming are old and their martial arts are not low. I thought that sometimes the way of martial arts has nothing directly to do with age.
He had heard Jingkong say that Master Kongzang was suffering from a serious illness and could not handle affairs in the temple, but at this time he saw Master Kongzang being majestic and did not look sick at all. He thought that the old monk Jingkong was actually deceiving himself, and he said that monks did not lie, but when Jingkong lied, his face turned red and his heart was not beating. It seemed that the old monk's skin was really thick.
"Kongzang, you are a false benevolent and righteous, and you are hypocritical. In the eyes of others, you may be a generation of monks, but in the eyes of me, you are just a hypocrite with sweet mouth and a sword." Muye Wang was not polite and sneered: "I have been locked up by you for eighteen years. You spoke easily in a few words. I really thought that the eighteen years of grudges were just underestimated."
Master Kongzang sighed, "Mu Du, you get out. In just one day, my Da Guangming Temple has been ruined by several lives. Junior Brother Jingchen has been preaching to you continuously for the past eighteen years. It can be said that he has a master-disciple relationship with you, but you have attacked him to death. How can I feel at ease to let you leave with such a hostility?"
"If you hadn't meddled in other people's business back then, there would have been no situation today." Muye Wang sneered: "I remember that I had no grudges with you, Da Guangming Temple. Everyone in the world said that your Da Guangming Temple is a merciful treasure temple. I also had some respect for you and did not offend you. But you meddled in other people's business back then, and I didn't cause trouble for you, and you actually caused trouble for me. The people I killed today are all your own faults."
Master Kongzang put his hands together and sang together his eyes and said, "Amitabha" and the monks in the square immediately put together and sang rosters.
"Hongzang, there is no need to say much nonsense." Muye Wang said coldly: "I killed eight lives back then, and you chased me for this, and finally took advantage of the danger and kept me imprisoned for eighteen years. This time I still killed eight lives. I want to see what you can do today."
Qi Ning was stunned. Only then did he realize that the intentional killing of eight people, including Master Jingchen, in this temple was related to that year.
An old monk couldn't help but sternly, "Muye King, you are killing innocent people indiscriminately, and you are still here to make a sound."
"Although those eight people were killed by me, they were killed by Beigong Liancheng." Muye Wang said coldly: "These eight people today died at my hands like those days, but they were killed by you."
Qi Ning was confused when she heard this, thinking that what did the murder of Muye King had to do with Beigong Liancheng?
Master Kongzang said: "Donald, put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot. Your anger has not been eliminated, so I can only ask you to continue to be beautiful in the temple. If one day you can comprehend the Dharma and truly achieve the right result, you may not have the chance to go down the mountain."
King Muye laughed and said, "You want to stay with me for another eighteen years, hehe, I am a person who knows the destiny of heaven. Not to mention eighteen years, even eighteen years, I may not be able to live. I endure my hardship for eighteen years, and I will endure my hardship for eighteen years, just wait until one day I can come out and complete my unfinished things. Kongzang, you know in your heart that I don't want to kill more people. If I come out this time, I will die without regrets if I take two lives."
Master Kongzang sighed: "It seems that Donor Mu doesn't want to turn back."
Chapter completed!