Chapter 2208 Yuhua cuts off the cage, the young master persuades the holy monk

Author: Mr. Tai Su

Chapter 2208 Yuhua cuts off the cage, the young master persuades the holy monk

Xie Hui did not wait for the eternal darkness. He slowly opened his eyes and looked at the gorgeous woman in front of him. A trace of loneliness flashed in his eyes. He sighed dejectedly and said slowly.

"A new generation replaces the old!"

"The rivers and lakes make people grow old, and time is not forgiving. If you win, I will lose!"

Hearing this, Song Yuhua put away the full-moon scimitar in her hand. It was simple and unpretentious, with no trace of the dazzling brilliance just now. The blade was sheathed and silent.

"I originally thought that your sword technique is the Full Moon Scimitar. The sword's intention is cold and pure, and the sword technique is small and subtle. It is completely different from the Heavenly Sword!"

"But I still underestimate you. Your real sword skill is the Galaxy Sword Skill. The stars are bright, the Milky Way is gorgeous, the river flows down three thousand feet, the momentum is majestic, the atmosphere is majestic, the moves are exquisite, delicate, and not inferior to the Heavenly Sword!"

"The sun and moon are stars, and the three lights converge. She is indeed Song Que's daughter! My son Wenlong is indeed not worthy of you!"

Xie Hui felt incomprehensible. Who would have thought that the gentle, graceful, delicate and beautiful woman in front of him could actually defeat him, the powerful martial arts tycoon in Bashu.

"After this battle, I'm afraid you will become famous all over the world, and your name will be engraved in the Sharpening Hall!"

Xie Hui felt incomprehensible, with a look of shock in his cold eyes. The opponent's sword skills were stunning, exquisite and brilliant, which made it still difficult for him to calm down the emotions in his heart.

Song Yuhua's expression was indifferent, and she suddenly lost interest in leaving her name in the knife-sharpening hall. When she defeated Xie Hui with her own sword skills, her soul had already undergone transformation, reaching the state of master perfection, spiritual perfection, and the birth of

Mingwu realizes that she is no longer a caged bird or a canary. With the full moon scimitar in her hand, not even the heavenly sword Song Que can control her life.

"It doesn't matter. I have cut the grinding hall out of my heart. I don't care if I can carve my name on the whetstone!"

"A truly strong person doesn't need other people's approval at all!"

Song Yuhua looked extremely relaxed, as if he had broken free from all the constraints on his body, and his expression was high and bright, as if his whole person had been sublimated.

"A strong person doesn't want the approval of others?"

Xie Hui sighed in a low voice, lowered his head, thoughtfully, and looked a little more relieved. He raised his head and looked at Song Yuhua and said in a deep voice.

"You win, kill me!"

Song Yuhua did not do this, turned around and walked back, walking out of the main hall, ignoring the stunned Xie Hui behind him.

Xie Hui tidied up his messy clothes, looked solemn, and walked out of the main hall in a serious manner. He faced thousands of people with swords facing each other alone, without any fear. He was calm and resolute, calm and unhurried, showing the character of a great martial artist.

Charm and demeanor.

Song Yuhua waved his hand, and the soldiers behind him all moved out of the way. Song Yuhua looked at the surprised Xie Hui and said with a smile.

"After all, you are my elder, I will not kill you, just leave!"

After all, Xie Hui was Song Yuhua's father-in-law in name only. Song Yuhua would not do anything too extreme, so he let Xie Hui go.

Xie Hui took a deep look at Song Yuhua, looked around, taking in everyone's sights, and finally looked back at the Duzun Fort, then walked away along the road to get out of the way.

In the back hall of Dashi Temple and the Main Hall, several famous masters gathered together.

Sitting in the middle are four old monks with white beards and hair. They are solemn, compassionate and wise.

Master Jiaxiang of the Sanlunzong Sect has smooth skin, fair hair and a childlike face. His brows are two inches long. He has drooped eyes. He is wearing a golden-red cassock. His eyes are gentle and gentle, showing kindness. He sits cross-legged on a futon, with his right hand raised and one hand on the other.

On the leg, the most eye-catching thing is the index finger of his right hand, which is smooth and warm, as delicate as jade, and glowing with gleaming light. This is the characteristic of Master Jiaxiang who has practiced the One-finger Zen Kung Fu to a perfect state. This index finger is indestructible.

, indestructible, and can be regarded as a relic-like existence.

"Thanks to Master Fanzhai this time, he persuaded Duzunbao to surrender. Now the North-South dispute has taken the lead. The Song clan may be passive!"

Huayan Zongdi Xinzun's complexion is dark yellow, just like the golden Buddha statue in the temple. He is majestic and solemn, suffering from great hatred. His eyebrows are drooped, with a bit of coldness on his face. His eyes are sharp and sharp, and his brilliance is unstoppable.

Dare to look at each other, they are thin and short, and the cassocks on their bodies are particularly loose. They are sitting cross-legged on the futon. There is a staff as thick as an arm in their hands. It is extremely heavy. The staff is tightly held in the palm of the hand, and there are blue veins on the back of the hand.

He raised his voice violently and exerted extra force. Lord Emperor Xin did not speak, he was very silent, with a look of contemplation on his face, his brows furrowed, and he listened calmly to everyone's discussion.

Master Daoxin, the fourth ancestor of Zen Buddhism, has a cheerful temperament, is humorous, and the most lively. He is of medium stature, neither fat nor thin, and slightly old. His hale face is wrinkled, his eyes are full of gentleness, and his soft eyes make people feel like they are bathed in spring breeze.

With a bit of a smile on her face, she looked at the discussion with Yingying eyes, nodded frequently, and expressed deep agreement. She was obviously a person who was very easy to get along with.

"Indeed, Master Fanzhai deserves the most credit!"

The wisdom master of the Tiantai Sect has a pale expression, his eyes are slightly squinted, and the light of wisdom flashes through the slits in his eyes. He is the tallest among the four holy monks, and can even be considered strong and burly. His cheeks are also bigger than normal people.

Highly bulging cheekbones, a ferocious face, a sinister face, a nose slightly tilted to the left, a huge mouth, a big mouth, such a green forest hero, I don't know how he became a Buddhist and became a

A generation of holy monks really wasted their good looks, which were born to be thieves and thieves.

But this old monk with five major powers and three thick muscles and a fierce appearance is actually the wisest among the four holy monks. He is like a Buddhist think tank. He has profound insights and a lot of clever tricks. The contrast with his appearance is really huge.

"We need to be wary of Xie Hui's repeated attempts!"

"After all, Xie Hui and Tiandao Song Que are acquaintances of eight worshippers. They have a life-and-death relationship and a deep friendship. Even if we agree to abandon the dark side and surrender to the bright side and submit to the Li clan at this time, it is very likely that Song Que will regret it again!"

Fan Qinghui and others nodded in agreement, and the smiles on their faces faded a bit. Song Que, the Heavenly Swordsman, is a very charismatic person. No one here dares to underestimate this world's best swordsman.

, extremely fearful of him.

Even if it weren't for Song Que's insistence on Han ancestry and his rejection of Buddhism and other nonsense, they would never have chosen to support the Li clan, but would happily support the Song clan. Unfortunately, Song Que was too stubborn and insisted on the orthodox bloodline of the Han people.

He also didn't like foreign sects such as Buddhism. This was Song Que's biggest flaw and the most admirable thing about him.

People may not agree with others who insist on their original aspirations, but they will never laugh at people who insist on their original aspirations. Such people are persevering and persevering, which is admirable.

Hou Xibai was sitting next to Monk Dayin of Dashi Temple. He was unknown and did not have much sense of existence. Even Monk Dayin, as a junior of Master Daoxin, could not say a few words in such an occasion. His status and seniority were comparable to this one.

There is a big difference between the number of people.

"I know Song Que well. Once I decide on something, I will never regret it!"

"If he knew that Xie Hui had betrayed him, he would definitely kill Xie Hui without mercy!"

There were faint ripples in Fan Qinghui's eyes, and the memories flashed through her mind. Song Quehui's sword-cutting of love back then was extremely decisive and decisive, which left a deep impression on her.

The master of Cihang Jingzhai, who is over fifty years old, has beautiful appearance and unparalleled elegance. The gray monk's robe cannot cover up Fan Qinghui's elegance. She is worthy of being the most beautiful fairy in the previous era. Time has particularly favored her.

Just looking at her appearance, she would be around thirty years old at most, which is the best time in a woman's life.

Hou Xibai carefully felt the aura and mental fluctuations of the four holy monks and Fan Qinghui, figured out their skills, and deduced them in his mind. Countless virtual figures continued to revise and practice, trying again and again.

Wrong. After making corrections again and again, in just a few moments, the practice skills of several people were deduced and integrated into oneself, making the aura around the body more and more perfect. However, the four holy monks and Fan Qinghui did not notice it.

This all happened quietly.

Hou Xibai looked solemn and solemn on the surface, but he was a rising star in Buddhism, but he was very bored in his heart. He didn't bother to listen to their discussions at all. He waited in boredom until the big boss meeting ended. It was already late at night, with the silver moon hanging high and the stars shining.

Brilliant.

Hou Xibai walked out of the back hall, stretched out under the moonlight, exhaled a breath of turbid air, and complained somewhat.

"No matter what era, these big shots like to have meetings. There are a lot of conferences and small meetings, and nothing can be solved. It's a waste of time!"

Hou Xibai walked under the moonlight and did not return to his meditation room. Instead, he turned left and went to another place.

"Dong dong dong!"

Master Daoxin, who had just returned to the meditation room and had not yet rested, heard a knock on the door and was startled. He stood up and opened the door. He saw Hou Xibai, with a hint of surprise on his face, and was puzzled by his arrival.

Although Master Daoxin didn't know Hou Xibai's intention, he still invited Hou Xibai in. The two sat cross-legged on the futon, facing each other, speechless for a moment.

Master Daoxin had very deep meditation skills and was neither arrogant nor impetuous. He just looked at Hou Xibai with gentle eyes and waited for him to speak and explain his intention.

Hou Xibai even realized the state of constant concentration. There is no difference between entering and leaving concentration, and he does not know whether there are thoughts or no thoughts. His meditation skills are extremely profound, surpassing Master Daoxin.

But Hou Xibai had something to say after all. After the two sat together for a while, Hou Xibai smiled. The treasures were majestic, pure and wonderful, the lotus purified the body, the heart of the glass mirror was clear, all dharmas were clear, all dharmas were not touched, and the sound of the Buddha came from the sandalwood mouth.

Spit it out, making people feel pure and happy.

"Master Daoxin, this disciple is here to discuss something!"

Master Daoxin nodded and nodded to signal Hou Xibai to continue speaking. He was all ears.

"My disciple was originally a disciple of the Demon Sect's Huajian Sect, and he joined the Zen Dashi Temple in his early years!"

As soon as Hou Xibai came up, he used a lot of moves. Even Master Dao Xin couldn't help being shocked. He could hardly sit still. He pinched the seal with his palm and almost used the Bodhidharma hand.

"Are you Hou Xibai, the disciple of that evil disciple?"

The evil disciple mentioned by Master Daoxin is the evil king Shi Zhixuan. At that time, Shi Zhixuan changed his appearance and joined the disciples of Master Jiaxiang and Master Daoxin to listen to the Dharma. He learned the essence of Buddhist martial arts, combined it with the essence of magic, and created the "Seal of Immortality"

"Dharma", achieved great martial arts, and entered the realm of a great master. Even if the four great masters joined forces to hunt him down, they still had no choice but to escape Shi Zhixuan. It can be said to be a great shame and humiliation for Buddhism.

"Master Shi is indeed my master in the Demon Sect. He taught me martial arts for a year!"

Hou Xibai did not hide anything and spoke frankly. Although Shi Zhixuan was not satisfactory in many ways, he was still kind to Hou Xibai. He not only erected a tombstone for Hou Xibai's father, but also taught him the martial arts of the Huajian School. There is no apology.

In Hou Xibai's place, no matter when, Hou Xibai will admit that Shi Zhixuan is his master.

"Then why did you worship at Dashi Temple?"

Seeing Hou Xibai being so frank, Master Daoxin's deep and wise eyes flashed with a look of contemplation. He did not rush to take action, but took his time and asked the reason again.

“To fill our stomachs!”

Hou Xibai said with a smile, reaching out and patting his abdomen, very free and easy, freehand and lazy.

Master Daoxin was stunned, not knowing how to express his inner feelings. He had thought of countless reasons, but he never expected that it would be such an outrageous reason.
To be continued...