Fei Jingting was startled, thinking that when the bald head said hello, countless demons and monsters came out and surrounded him tightly. However, after the shouting, more than a dozen fat men poured out from the Zen room in the side courtyard.
A strong man.
At the moment of Yin and Yang, although the men were covered with red light and their energy and blood were astonishing, in the end they were just ordinary people. Fei Jingting suddenly felt boring, what was he thinking? Not to mention that he had practiced the Thirty-Six Tiangang Sword Techniques
, even without swordsmanship, just relying on fists and kicks can knock these people down in an instant.
He was feeling lost here, but Fu Yunzhao beside him became interested. The little girl excitedly took out a weapon from her sash. It was shiny all over, and she shook her hand and threw it far away. Fei Jingting glanced at it, but it had a barb.
The nine-section whip.
"Brother Jingting, please step back and hold the line. I'll meet these people for a while!"
"Okay." After answering, Fei Jingting raised his eyes and saw the bald hand pinching the magic formula. He was muttering something in his mouth. Is this a practice?
"I'll capture the bald head first, and I'll leave the rest to you." With an explanation, Fei Jingting flashed past the men who were surrounding him, and reached out to grab the bald head who was still reciting the curse.
The bald man had a frightened look on his face. How could he have thought that Fei Jingting's figure was like a ghost? He immediately shouted, calling for the "Tao soldiers" to turn around and protect him. At the same time, he shrunk and turned around to run away.
But in a hurry, where could one run? Just after running two steps, Fei Jingting slapped the bald head on the back of the neck. The bald head grunted and immediately fell to the ground. A dog ate shit and lay there unconscious.
Awake.
"Altar master?"
"This man has harmed the altar owner, kill him!"
"Copy guy!"
Amidst the shouts, more than a dozen men drew their weapons one after another. In a moment, daggers, axes, iron rulers, and short sticks came out, and they divided into two groups to greet the two of them.
Fu Yunzhao laughed playfully, dodged the axe, kicked away the guy holding the iron ruler high, threw out the nine-section whip in his hand, wrapped the neck of the man with his back to him, and with a little force, blood suddenly spurted out from the man's neck.
After struggling for a few times, there was no sound.
"The little girl is so ruthless! Brothers, come on shoulder to shoulder!"
Several people rushed towards Fei Jingting, but Fei Jingting simply raised the bald head in front of him. The men waved their weapons, but were blocked by the fainting bald head. There was nothing they could do against Fei Jingting.
On the other side, Fu Yunzhao's nine-section whip was as fast as lightning, but the bright silver whip was sometimes struck and sometimes thrown out. Amidst the clear shouts, several men were hit by the attack in the blink of an eye and lay on the ground screaming in pain.
Not wanting to be left alone, the little white snake jumped out from under the robe, biting one person while walking around. The person was immediately hurt and missed, and in a moment the snake's venom took over, causing him to lie on the ground frothing at the mouth.
In just half a stick of incense, a dozen men lay down on the ground, injured and dead. Fu Yunzhao threw away his hand and put away the nine-section whip, smacked his lips with lingering thoughts, and complained: "Brother Jingting, I still want to
What can you do with your bald head? Why did you get so dizzy?"
Fei Jingting said: "It's hard to guard against evil spells. What if you really fall for it?"
Fu Yunzhao didn't appreciate it: "What kind of powerful magic can he have? It's just some tricks to deceive."
Just as Fei Jingting was about to scold the bloated Fu Yunzhao, he heard chaotic footsteps behind him and a group of monks broke in. When the old monk in front saw the man lying on the ground, he immediately clasped his hands together: "Donor...what, what is this?"
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Fu Yunzhao was the first to say: "Old monk, your Buddhist temple has become a filthy place harboring filth and evil. The two of us helped you eliminate evil spirits and heretics, so there is no need to thank you."
"Evil heretic?"
Fei Jingting stared at the old monk and said, "Using sorcery to harm people and defraud people of their money is not a heretic, what is it?"
The old monk was not convinced and said: "Based on two people's one-sided words, you said that several pilgrims are evil heretics? I don't dare to make a judgment. Even if these donors have done wrong, they have their own official punishment. How can they be tortured in private?
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Fei Jingting sighed, so he said he couldn't stand Buddhism before, and after stepping into the threshold of monasticism, he couldn't stand it even more.
Buddhism cultivates the afterlife. In Water Margin, Lu Zhishen kills people and sets fires, and becomes a Zen master once he becomes enlightened. In Journey to the West, demons and monsters kill people like crazy, but in a blink of an eye they are enlightened by various immortals and Buddhas and become Buddhist thugs.
Fei Jingting was puzzled. If all these evil deeds can become Buddhas, then what are those innocent people who were slaughtered?
Oh, I committed evil in my previous life. What’s even more strange is that these monsters also committed evil, so why are they transcending reincarnation?
After a few words, Fei Jingting didn't bother to talk nonsense to the old monk, grabbed the bald man's neck and walked straight towards the door.
Fu Yunzhao, who was behind him, hurriedly caught up and said with a smile: "Old monk, you'd better get someone out of the way quickly, otherwise you'll annoy Brother Jingting and be careful not to get eaten!"
The old monk got excited: "The two benefactors went on a killing spree in this temple. They only said that these people were evil heretics and didn't explain anything else. Do you want to leave now?"
As soon as he finished speaking, more than a dozen vigorous monks swarmed up and blocked the courtyard door.
Fei Jingting walked a few steps and saw that he was about to approach the wall of people. He raised his left hand and waved it casually. He was full of energy and activated his true energy. The wind he fanned out with his hand instantly turned into strong energy. From the old monk to a group of people behind him,
All the monks were staggered by the strong energy.
After finally regaining his balance, Fei Jingting had already dragged the crowd out.
The old monk got up and stamped his feet angrily: "Chat! Send someone to report to the official!"
Fei Jingting dragged his bald head and walked ahead. Fu Yunzhao caught up with him in a few steps and said, "Brother Jingting, the bald donkey is catching up with me again."
Fei Jingting didn't want to get involved with a group of monks who didn't distinguish between right and wrong, and talked to you about Buddhist sutras with white teeth. He wasted time by beating the monks, and he didn't go to the extent of hurting others. So he freed up his left hand to pinch.
After a few spells, he immediately stretched out his hand to grab the little girl, and she was a dozen feet away with one step.
A group of monks were chasing after them quickly. Unexpectedly, the man and woman in front of them were no longer running. They were just walking at ordinary paces, but the distance became farther and farther.
Seeing Fei Jingting and Fu Yunzhao leaving the temple with their bald heads, the old monk realized in hindsight: "Hey, this... this is the art of shrinking the ground into an inch!"
Shrinking the Earth to an Inch, also known as Xu Xingzhi Chase, is a technique in the secret method of Taishang Cave Abyss. Fei Jingting knew it early in the morning, but this thing consumes real energy, and there is really no need to use it, so he never used it.
reveal.
Fei Jingting took Fu Yunzhao and took a few steps out of the temple. The little girl was so surprised that she shouted repeatedly: "Ha, this is good, this is good! Brother Jingting, can you teach me this spell later? Then I can use it in the busy city, and it will be accurate."
A big business owner invites me to visit him for Feng Shui inspection."
This little money addict!
"This spell is of no use, you should keep your mind on practicing it."
After scolding him, he reached a remote place in a blink of an eye. Fei Jingting put down his fainting bald head and waved his hand, and the motorcycle appeared in front of him.
He stretched out his hand like a chicken and stuffed his bald head into the sidecar. Fei Jingting got on the motorcycle. Fu Yunzhao immediately understood and jumped on the back seat.
"Brother Jingting, where are we going to get this bald donkey?"
The motorcycle started, and Fei Jingting said: "Find a place where no one is around to interrogate the magic, and then ask how many evil things this guy has done. If he has done so many evil things, he will throw them into the West Lake and plant lotus flowers."
"Giggle, okay, okay."
This girl was so excited and excited.
The couple walked onto the main street and kept honking their whistles, which attracted many people in Qiantang to give way and many people stopped to watch. Qiantang was still relatively closed these days, but it was close to Shanghai, so a lot of new things came around.
Just like bicycles, simple motorcycles and cars. But this Black Star motorcycle is too conspicuous these days, and ordinary people can see it as a black technology.
Fu Yunzhao, who was in the back seat, was still shouting: "Give way, quickly give way!"
The unexpected motorcycle caused chaos on the street.
It was also a coincidence that Lu Xiaojia was walking back with his followers, and a dozen Beiyang soldiers were walking back. Hearing the noise behind him, he suddenly stopped and looked back.
"What's going on behind the scenes? What's going on in this mess?"
As soon as he finished asking, he saw people on the street trying to get out of the way, and a black three-wheeled motorcycle rushed towards them while honking its horn.
The car was not going very fast, almost thirty kilometers away. Lu Xiaojia only had to take two steps to the side to avoid it. But who was he? The son of a provincial governor, the dignified Marshal Lu!
Not to mention in Qiantang, even in Shanghai he walked sideways. Others always avoided him, how could he avoid others?
Staring at the motorcycle from far to near, Lu Xiaojia didn't really see Fu Yunzhao in the back seat at first. His eyes were fixed on the three-wheeled motorcycle beside him. This guy was very happy to see the motorcycle. He immediately felt that the shape of the car was exaggerated and the machine had a sense of technology. The three-wheeled bicycle was much better than his old Ford. He immediately thought about it.
So Lu Xiaojia waved his hand: "Stop it, stop it!"
The follower immediately repeated the story, and the dozen or so Beiyang soldiers were accustomed to the young master's behavior. They immediately pulled away from each other, took off the rifles they were carrying, and pointed them at Fei Jingting, who was more than 20 cloths away.
Fei Jingting didn't know the governor's son, Marshal Lu. When he saw a group of Beiyang soldiers pointing their guns at him, he thought that what Fu Yunzhao did in Lin'an had been revealed.
Therefore, instead of letting go of the accelerator, he increased the accelerator, freed up his left hand and waved forward. The projectiles that had been accumulated in the space suddenly appeared out of thin air and rushed towards a dozen Beiyang soldiers.
After getting started with the Celestial Eye Technique, Fei Jingting practiced every day and condensed his soul. His hands and eyes were no longer what they used to be. And ever since Bai Zhenyong led others to block him at home, Fei Jingting had become more thoughtful, and there was no longer poker in the space. Throwing objects such as cards, chopsticks, and toothpicks are not likely to hurt people, but throwing knives, darts, and steel needles, half of which are filled with true energy.
When the envoys came out, the densely packed steel needles rushed towards them in a fan shape. Before the group of Beiyang soldiers could react, they all felt pain and were struck one after another.
Even Lu Xiaojia had a hard time. A steel needle pierced his finger without any bias, and the pain immediately made him scream out.
The motorcycle roared past, and Lu Xiaojia raised his head angrily, and saw a woman hugging the motorcycle rider, turning to look at him with a smile.
The mischievousness and wildness between his eyebrows immediately pierced Lu Xiaojia's heart, and her heart suddenly stagnated, and then began to beat violently.