Monk Yuande looked serious and his heart moved slightly.
After all, I finally fished out this guy. He was the person he and Master Fakong had been looking for.
His appearance at this time must have been carefully calculated.
I just happened to come over to join in the fun. My brothers and sisters were all helping at Yongkong Temple, so they didn't notice that I was leaving alone.
When I saw Master Fakong cast such a wonderful Buddhist mantra, I must have been filled with emotion and was greatly shocked, so I left alone.
Master Fakong should be too weak to use his magical powers at this time. Even if he sensed something was wrong, he would not have time to save himself.
All these things were calculated by this guy, so he saw this opportunity and appeared to kill himself.
Thinking of this, he said in a deep voice: "Is the donor from the Jinghu Sect?"
The hazy figure slowly approached.
Even though he was close, he still couldn't see clearly the specific appearance of the figure, but not only because the other person's aura was like mist, covering him, but also because the other person was wearing a veil, covering his face.
He looked over in surprise, and Heshi pronounced a Buddha's name: "It turns out to be a female donor!"
He never expected that the other party turned out to be a woman.
In his expectation, this should be a wise and mighty middle-aged man with extraordinary talent and astonishing intelligence.
I never expected that it was a woman.
The woman's face could not be clearly seen, and only her eyes could be seen.
You can't tell how old you are through the waves in your eyes, but you can only feel that your eyes are pure and flawless, like a baby, not yet polluted by the turbidity of the world.
There is a slight sadness between the eyebrows, which is pitiful.
A touch of sadness covers the traces of time, and it is difficult to see clearly whether it is vicissitudes of life or not. It seems that it is young but not yet young.
The woman came closer, ten steps away, showed her graceful figure in front of Monk Yuande, and said calmly: "Master Yuande, I'm offended."
"Wait a minute." Monk Yuande shouted hurriedly.
The woman looked at him: "What is the master's will?"
Hearing her sound as clear as the tinkling of spring water, Monk Yuande judged that she was very young and hurriedly said: "I haven't asked the female benefactor her name yet."
The woman chuckled lightly: "No need. If the master has any last words, you might as well say them quickly. There is no need to delay waiting for Monk Fa Kong."
She revealed Monk Yuande's thoughts with one word.
Monk Yuande said: "I don't understand something."
"explain."
"Why does the female benefactor insist on causing the Jinghui Sect to rise? The Jinghui Sect behaves erratically and kills people like crazy. It is really a sin. How can the female benefactor tolerate this?"
"Killing people is also killing the people who deserve to be killed." The woman smiled and shook her head: "In your Miaolian Temple, it seems that all the monks are eminent monks with immeasurable merit, but in fact they are just people seeking fame and fame with their hands stained with the blood of the world. They are hypocritical.
pole."
"Amitabha." Monk Yuande shook his head.
The woman chuckled and said: "If you can save people in need like Monk Fakong, why would the Jinghui Sect come to you? Do you really think that the Jinghui Sect is out for revenge?"
"Amitabha." Monk Yuande said solemnly: "Master Fakong has indeed made immeasurable merits, and poor monks like him feel ashamed of himself. But it is serious to say that he is just trying to gain fame. What is the donor's intention?"
He felt that the re-emergence of the Jinghu Sect was not just for revenge, but also had other purposes.
"Monk Yuande talks too much." The woman appeared behind Monk Yuande in a flash and gave him a light palm.
Monk Yuande sensed something was wrong and was unable to react in time. He could only kick his feet forward and try to avoid the palm as much as possible.
But the woman's palm seemed to be able to stretch and contract, chasing after Monk Yuande's back, and hitting the target firmly.
"Poof!" Monk Yuande sprayed an arrow of blood in the air, and the blood arrow was even mixed with minced meat.
The woman chuckled: "What a powerful body-protecting aura."
Monk Yuande smiled bitterly, his face quickly turned pale, and he was coated with a layer of yellowish gold powder.
The power of this palm is so refined and pure that it hits the internal organs like a hammer.
The body-protecting Gang Qi has no effect on the body's Gang Qi, and has no resistance to the palm's power, allowing it to hit violently.
His internal organs were severely damaged in an instant, almost shattered, and the minced meat spurted out of his mouth.
He secretly sighed that my life was at an end.
I never expected that I would end up here and die in the hands of an unknown woman. My death was even more unjust than in my previous life.
At this moment, a stream of nectar fell from the sky in an instant, straight down from the Baihui point on the top of his head, filling his body.
The body seemed to be soaked in nectar, the warm breath penetrated from every pore, and every part of the body seemed to be jumping for joy.
The cold and weak feeling was instantly driven away.
He took a deep breath and felt that his life was finally saved. It was Fakong who secretly saved his life.
"Bang!" He landed heavily, and his feet firmly dug into the green brick floor. The green bricks broke into several pieces, sinking slightly two palms thick.
"Eh?" The woman chuckled: "What a tough life!"
She was not in a hurry to deliver the second palm, but instead looked at Monk Yuande carefully, wondering if Monk Yuande could survive her slap.
As soon as she struck out her palm, she knew that she would shatter Monk Yuande's internal organs. Under such circumstances, no matter how powerful the magical power of the Great Miaolian Temple was, he would not be able to hold on, and he would definitely die.
But Monk Yuande's aura is stable and he doesn't appear to be fatally injured. Is it some kind of secret technique or some kind of treasure to protect his body?
Monk Yuande turned around, looked at her solemnly, and said coldly: "What a cruel method, the donor must kill the poor monk."
Anger burned in my heart.
It's a pity that I don't know how to use the sword. At this time, the sword should be able to kill this sinful woman.
The woman chuckled lightly and said: "You are the next national master. If you are destroyed, the Great Miaolian Temple will be almost destroyed. If it were you, would I also destroy you?"
"You can't kill this poor monk." Monk Yuande shook his head and said, "There's no need to waste your efforts. Say goodbye."
"Can't he be killed?" The white shadow flashed, and the woman appeared behind Monk Yuande again, and struck out with a palm, which was the same as the previous one.
Monk Yuande dodged, but avoided it.
He had already calculated in advance and had already dodged before the woman finished speaking. At the same time, he used a secret technique to double his cultivation level and increase his reaction speed.
"Hey." The woman folded in the air, her speed was rapid, and she put a solid palm print on Monk Yuande's back.
Hit the same position.
"Poof!" Monk Yuande flew into the air again and sprayed out an arrow of blood. Fortunately, no minced meat was sprayed out this time.
It still couldn't stop the woman's extremely refined and pure palm power, which was like a heavy hammer hitting her, but there was an invisible force that protected her heart.
The heavy blows transformed from palm energy failed to break open this invisible force.
Monk Yuande knew that this was the power of Fa Kong.
Invisible and shadowless, but real existence, appearing out of thin air without a trace, as if it was his own power.
He knew that this would be regarded as a treasure by women.
"Interesting." The woman felt very strange when she saw that Monk Yuande was being slapped, but he still held on.
The internal organs have been shattered, but there is a vigorous vitality in the body. Under this vigorous vitality, the internal organs will heal quickly and will not die.
She guessed that this was a treasure given by Fa Kong, or a Buddhist treasure blessed by him, which kept Monk Yuande alive.
She was not in a hurry, she just found it interesting and wanted to find out how much injuries the Buddha blessed by Fa Kong could sustain.
She was convinced that no matter how powerful the Buddha was, it would not be able to save his life if his head was smashed, so Monk Yuande could not escape death, so he had to find out the details of Monk Fa Kong before he died.
She thought of this and quickly moved forward.
Monk Yuande's mind suddenly cleared, and a stream of fine wine fell down. He knew that this was the power of the Pure Heart Curse.
However, this Pure Heart Mantra is different from the previous Pure Heart Mantra.
I became extremely calm, my heart felt like ice and snow.
His thinking began to speed up, and everything in front of him slowed down, including his own movements, which were about twice as slow.
At this speed, the woman's movements can be seen clearly.
As soon as her bright eyes lit up, Monk Yuande knew that she was going to take action, so he moved first, using her previous habit of taking action, leaning to the left.
Sure enough, she took action, and she hit her heart. The left deflection gave her just enough lead to avoid her heart and shoulders, allowing her to hit the target empty.
Before she could bend and accelerate, he had already accelerated and slammed into the wall of the alley, using the force to bend.
The woman's left palm had hit the alley wall, and there was a muffled "bang" sound, and spider web-like cracks appeared on the bluestone wall.
Monk Yuande continued to change his body shape.
As his thinking speeds up, his own Qi also speeds up, making his Qing Gong faster. At the same time, he controls his body meticulously, making his Qing Gong more subtle and faster.
"Bang bang bang bang!" The muffled sound continued, and the woman hit the wall with one palm after another, but failed to hit him.
She got angry, but she didn't believe in evil, so she had to hit him.
The monk Yuande in front of him suddenly became ghostly and unpredictable, as if he was a different person.
This is obviously some kind of secret technique.
The woman secretly hummed in her heart, she was truly worthy of having Su Hui. She had endless miraculous skills and was able to save herself every time.
She shook her head and suddenly accelerated.
Each time she changed her body shape, her speed increased. After several changes, the speeds superimposed, making a series of her figures appear. She was everywhere, everywhere, and already crowded the alleys.
Monk Yuande couldn't avoid it and finally received another slap from her.
However, this palm failed to hit the vital point. It only knocked Monk Yuande away and spurted out a bloody arrow.
Monk Yuande was in the air, as if he was being pulled by an invisible rope, and he quickly got into the courtyard next to him.
The woman chased after him, but Monk Yuande was nowhere to be seen.
There were flower beds, bamboo groves, and rockeries in this courtyard, but she flashed her body and quickly passed by. She looked everywhere, but Monk Yuande was nowhere to be seen.
Monk Yuande has a slender figure and cannot hide in any cave, but he cannot be found.
Could it be that he has already escaped elsewhere? That would be too fast, right?
She turned around twice unconvinced, then jumped to the top of the wall and looked around, looking in the direction of Yongkong Temple.
It was still noisy over there, and there were monks from the Great Miaolian Temple passing through, their yellow monk robes flashing, but there was no Monk Yuande.
The woman stood on the wall, her white clothes fluttering, her face fluttering with white gauze, occasionally revealing her gleaming white chin and corners of her mouth.
There is a mole under the left corner of the mouth.
Her bright eyes were like water, staring in the direction of Yongkong Temple and flickering for several times. Finally, she snorted softly, flashed and disappeared.