The ascetic monk glanced at Li Xiuyuan and replied quietly: "The monk received charity from someone and wants to come here to take your life."

Li Xiuyuan was stunned, and the hand holding the iron sword behind him couldn't help but tighten a little: "This is a wilderness. As far as I know, there is no temple. Where are you from, monk?"

The ascetic monk smiled and said: "I have spent several days chasing you, you should be proud. As for where I come from and where I am going, is it necessary to tell a dead man?"

"Master, what are you telling him? Come on, hurry up and finish the work early so that you can go and collect the reward."

The men in black behind the ascetic monks were shouting on horseback.

The reason given by this ascetic monk who did not know where he came from was very simple. It was obvious that he only cared about taking Li Xiuyuan's life and then dealing with someone behind the scenes.

"Everything has to be reasonable, right? I don't remember who I offended in the wilderness?"

Li Xiuyuan lowered his eyes slightly, looked at him and said quietly, but in his heart he was thinking about how to survive under the swords of these thirty men in black.

The ascetic monk replied coldly: "I am a monk, I don't care what principles you want."

Li Xiuyuan sighed secretly in his heart and thought, could it be that the Wangtian City elder at today's auction is not the one? He also wants the Black Iron Soul Suppressing Tower?

"It seems that regardless of the outcome of life or death, monk, you will not give up."

While talking, Li Xiuyuan took three talisman papers and held them in his hands.

However, the ascetic monk didn't buy it. Looking at Li Xiuyuan, who looked neither happy nor sad, his face looked even more gloomy.

"This benefactor, are you going to settle it yourself, or should I do it for you?"

The iron staff held in his right hand made a tinkling sound, like the ecstasy sound coming from hell.

Li Xiuyuan snorted coldly, looked at the ascetic monk in front of him and said in a deep voice: "My life is very tough. If you want to take my life, I'm afraid I have to spare the lives of all of you."

"What a joke, you want to save the lives of thirty of our brothers and masters by yourself, are you an idiot?"

The men in black with the ascetic monks' waists dismounted one after another, holding the swords in their hands, and gathered around Li Xiuyuan.

Holding the iron sword in his left hand, Li Xiuyuan showed no expression on his face. There was only silence and solemnity between the world and the sky. The snowflakes in the sky were gently floating by, and he didn't know who he was singing a lament for.

The ascetic monk took a step forward, extended his right hand forward, and slowly turned the iron staff in his hand.

"Lend me your life!"

Like a mountain falling, like a river about to collapse, the ascetic monk's iron staff struck Li Xiuyuan's chest in just an instant. If it advanced even an inch, his chest would be blasted into pulp!

He was determined to win with one blow and vowed to kill Li Xiuyuan on the spot.

A clear chant burst out from the iron sword in Li Xiuyuan's left hand, and a light blue sword energy flashed through the snow in the sky, and the iron sword was instantly slashed out from behind him.

With a sudden momentum, Li Xiuyuan's body flew past the ascetic monk in an instant, and he saw a green sword energy slashing towards the monk's chest like lightning!

The ascetic monk was caught off guard. Unexpectedly, Li Xiuyuan used his left-hand sword. He grunted and backed away, dragging a long trace in the snow with his bare feet.

There is a bloodstain on the chest. If you look closely, you can see the flesh.

The light blue sword energy was immediately restrained, and Li Xiuyuan also stepped back a foot.

The ascetic monk reached out and grabbed the iron staff, only to see that a corner of the hard staff had been cut off by Li Xiuyuan's sword energy, and a deep sword mark appeared on the surface of the iron staff.

The ascetic monk lowered his head and looked at his cotton monk clothes. Li Xiuyuan's sword had opened a very deep gash, and bright red blood was pouring out.

If Li Xiuyuan had broken through at this time, then he could kill the ascetic monk on the spot with just this sword.

Li Xiuyuan, who had put away his iron sword, looked at the ascetic monk coldly. He did not expect that one sword could solve the battle in front of him, but he did not want to get entangled any longer.

The ascetic monk lowered his head and glanced at the sword marks on his chest. He stretched out his hand and touched several acupuncture points on his chest, then took the golden medicine and applied it carefully.

After doing all this, he looked at Li Xiuyuan coldly and said: "A young monk who has not yet crossed Poxu can actually have such fierce swordsmanship!"

The sword struck by Li Xiuyuan was his self-realized Ruoshui sword intention. This sword intention has transformed from virtual reality to a perfect state. The next step will be to transform the sword intention into sword power.

There was no way the ascetic monk could resist this unexpected sword strike.

The ascetic monk chanted the Buddha's name, and his true energy surged out. It was like a storm was blowing around him. The snowflakes in the sky were spinning and flying quickly around him. The black rosary beads on his chest suddenly spread out and surrounded Li Xiuyuan.

Attack.

Li Xiuyuan felt the sudden whirlwind, looked at the black rosary approaching him, and instantly stepped back several feet.

But while he was retreating, he did two things.

At this critical moment, Li Xiuyuan threw the fire talisman and explosive talisman in his hand at the ascetic monk in front of him. Before that, he turned the paper into a sword and slashed the talisman in his hand towards the black monk behind the ascetic monk.

Clothes man.

The whirling and rotating rosary beads seemed to be spiritual, surrounding Li Xiuyuan.

But before he even got close, he was hit by the fire charm thrown by Li Xiuyuan. With a "Boom!", a line of fire burned in the void and enveloped the one hundred and eight rosary beads in an instant.

Before the ascetic monk could take it back, there was another "Boom!" sound, and the explosive talisman exerted its power, and a fire that shot up into the sky exploded in front of the ascetic monk and Li Xiuyuan.

In just an instant, all the one hundred and eight rosary beads turned into dust.

The ascetic monk roared and was about to lift his staff to fight Li Xiuyuan, but he was knocked over by an explosion of air from behind. The sound of explosions continued for a while, and most of the thirty men in black were hit.

"The idea is too tough, call for help quickly!"

The man in black lying on the ground yelled! He didn't expect that the seemingly weak Li Xiuyuan was so difficult to deal with, but he injured several of them with just one move.

A cry of "Wow!"

A firework shot up into the sky, and a beautiful flower bloomed in the snow-covered wilderness.

"Watch carefully, don't let that kid run away, our people will be here soon." The man in black lying on the ground shouted loudly.

When the ascetic monk turned around, he had already lost sight of Li Xiuyuan.

"Look, that guy is running up the mountain! Leave the two of you waiting here while the other brothers catch up." A sharp-eyed man in black spotted Li Xiuyuan's figure.

The ascetic monk looked at Li Xiuyuan's back and said calmly: "He can't run away!"

For a moment, Li Xiuyuan was running in front, and the ascetic monks and dozens of men in black were chasing closely behind him. The wind and snow remained the same, and the murderous intention remained the same.

Li Xiuyuan, who was running, had already put away his iron sword. He found that his physical condition no longer allowed him to run for his life frantically. He now needed to rest and breathe.

He did not look back at the pursuers behind him, because he knew that the ascetic monk would not let him go.

After running for less than a quarter of an hour, Li Xiuyuan finally ran to a wide and gentle slope. Already walking on the edge, he stopped and found a place with his back against a stone wall to sit down.

He decided to meet the enemy here and break the situation here.

At this time, the meridians were already overflowing, and the river water was flowing backwards, making it impossible for him to make any other plans.

At this moment, Li Xiuyuan did not recite the Taixuan Sutra, but involuntarily chanted the Buddhist sutras he often copied.

"Manjushri said to the Buddha: World Honored One, if I use my divine power to measure it for thousands of kalpas, I cannot know it."

"The Buddha told Mañjuśrī: I see with the Buddha's eyes, so there are still countless kalpas. These are all the kalpas that Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva has saved, should be saved, and have not been saved. They have been achieved, should be achieved, and have not been achieved."

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"My Buddha is compassionate!"

The ascetic monk who rushed over despite a mountain of snow and wind saw Li Xiuyuan lying on the ground chanting Buddhist scriptures. He was startled and shouted sharply.

Hurrah, before he could say another word, dozens of men in black surrounded him.

The ascetic monk did not look back, and he could sense that there were dozens of men in black at the bottom of the mountain rushing towards the mountain. They were the helpers attracted by the fireworks.

Whether it was him or the man in black behind him, they had only one purpose, and that was to end Li Xiuyuan's life.

After reciting a Buddhist scripture, Li Xiuyuan felt that the fairy spirit energy in his body had calmed down and was no longer scurrying around like before. He took a breath, took out another fairy spirit stone, pinched it in his hand and began to refine it.

Looking at the angry ascetic monk in front of him, Li Xiuyuan said calmly: "Master doesn't seem to understand what compassion is."

How could the ascetic monk pay attention to him? He looked at the falling snowflakes in the sky and said quietly: "In my eyes, you are just like these snowflakes. Life is passing by. What else is there to say?"

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Li Xiuyuan sighed, looked at him and asked: "As a monk walking in the wilderness, do you vow to become a Buddha, or do you want to be a hero like the monk behind you?"

The monk Kufo was startled, looked at him and asked, "How about becoming a Buddha?"

Li Xiuyuan replied: "Buddha said that he will never become a Buddha until hell is empty. Only when all sentient beings are saved can he realize Bodhi. However, monk, you are just as greedy, angry and ignorant as you are, and you violate the precepts with your body. How can you become a Buddha?"

Seeing that the ascetic monk was silent, Li Xiuyuan continued: "Buddha has the compassion to live towards death. He will save all sentient beings even if he is in hell, and has infinite aspirations... But monk, you only live for a few thousand dollars."

Wanling Stone."

Seeing that Li Xiuyuan could not be convinced, the ascetic monk couldn't help interrupting him, and yelled loudly: "Shut up, I'll give you a chance to survive. Talk about being a hero."

The wind and snow gradually picked up and covered the mountains, confusing the eyes of the ascetic monks and a group of men in black.

Taking advantage of the wind and snow, Li Xiuyuan was quietly refining the fairy spirit stone in his hand, and then realized that the fairy spirit energy in his body was rushing towards the heroic pass ahead, but he did not dare to stop and follow the pain.

The theory of cultivating monks.

"Speaking of heroes?" Li Xiuyuan laughed, looked at the ascetic monk quietly and said: "A hero becomes a beauty when he is angry. Monk, you have already entered the world, how can you have a beauty? How have I ever offended your beauty?"

"Speaking of heroes, a hero is angry for his parents and his family. A monk is a son of man, but he has parents? When have I ever offended your parents?"

"Speaking of heroes, heroes become kings in anger. Since the monk entered the wilderness, he should know that the king is in the city, and I am the guest of the generalissimo. You are chasing me so hard, do you think you are the king of the wilderness?"

At this point, Li Xiuyuan couldn't help but laugh: "You are not doing it for the beauty, nor for the parents, nor for the king... Then monk, let me ask you, are you a hero?"

After hearing what Li Xiuyuan said, the ascetic monk felt as if a spring thunder sounded above his head. He was stunned and couldn't reply for a long time.

Looking at Li Xiuyuan, he asked blankly: "Speaking of heroes... Who is the hero in this vast wilderness?"

At this moment, dozens of men in black who came from the bottom of the mountain had surrounded Li Xiuyuan. They were waiting for the ascetic monk to finish speaking to Li Xiuyuan before swarming up.

Li Xiuyuan looked at the dancing snow in the sky, stretched out his fingers that were as slender as spring onions and whiter than snow, as if he could smell the cold fragrance of plum blossoms.

It is especially clear when encountering snow, and even more beautiful when exposed to frost.
Chapter completed!