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Chapter 560: The green hills and white clouds are easy to live in, and listen to his wind and rain as a dragon.

Zheng!

A burst of exciting music sounded from the top of the mountain. Before it could reach his ears, an invisible attack had already fallen on Monk Zhixuan. His body tilted forward involuntarily, and the Vajra Mantra that had been blessed on his body also involuntarily

was triggered.

when!

Before Monk Zhixuan could recover from the first attack, the second shadowless and invisible attack had hit his body again, making the golden light that protected his body tremble like water waves.

Got up.

When! When! When...

Then, before the golden light spell fluctuating on Monk Zhihan's body could calm down, a large invisible attack followed the passionate music of the piano and rushed over overwhelmingly, directly engulfing him.

There was a crisp sound, like the sound of swords striking each other, one after another, one after another!

puff!

The body-protecting Vajra Mantra didn't even last for two seconds before it was shattered by the attacks of these piano sounds, and then these shadowless and invisible attacks hit Monk Zhixuan's body mercilessly.

Monk Zhihong jumped forward involuntarily, opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood, feeling heavy in his heart.

If his body was uninjured and his magic weapon was undamaged, he might still be able to call upon the gods and Buddhas to fight against him, but now that he was seriously injured, he faced the invisible attack of the young Taoist priest.

, leaving only one choice.

escape!

The next moment, Monk Zhixuan, who spit out a mouthful of blood, took a sharp breath, and an unhealthy flush appeared on his face. Then he sprinted forward more than twice as fast, stepping out with one step.

At that time, the lotus flowers on the ground seemed to be about to condense into reality.

After seeing Monk Zhixuan's move, the Taoist priest in white, who was sitting among the palace lanterns and curtains, remained unhurried and seemed to have no intention of chasing him down.

He stretched out two fingers and shook them slightly.

"Mei'er, two hundred strings!"

"receive!"

After hearing the words of the Taoist priest in white, the eyes of the stunning beauty standing behind him holding an ancient mirror shone instantly, and then she raised her hands and raised the ancient mirror she was holding.

"Yuan Ying, help me seize these two hundred strings..."

Before the stunning beauty finished speaking, the ancient mirror she held in her hand was already flashing with clear light. In a flash, the light fell on the back of Monk Zhixuan who was running away with all his strength.

At the same time, the figure of Monk Zhixuan also appeared on the surface of the ancient mirror.

After seeing that the figure of Monk Zhixuan had been captured by the ancient mirror, the stunning beauty immediately pinched her orchid fingers and swept her fingertips from her forehead. A golden seal that somewhat resembled a fox appeared on her forehead.

Whoosh!

After revealing her divine seal, the stunning beauty poked Monk Zhixuan's head directly on the ancient mirror with a finger, and unleashed the ultimate move she had been preparing for a long time.

"Heart fox sad!"

Just when the finger of the stunning beauty poked Monk Zhixuan's photo in the mirror, Monk Zhixuan felt a sudden drowsiness in his head. Then he felt that his body seemed to be shaking, moving towards the person in front of him.

A huge tree hit it.

After a period of confusion, Monk Zhihong finally managed to turn around at the critical moment, less than one meter away from the giant tree, and dodge by brushing against the trunk of the tree.

"call!"

Monk Zhixuan exhaled and did not dare to slow down. He continued to run forward with all his strength, fearing that if he stopped, he would be overtaken by the white-clothed Taoist playing the piano behind him.

But what frightened him was that no matter how fast he sprinted, the messy tune called the "Canghai Dragon's Song" by the Taoist priest in white would always echo in his ears, as if he was always not far behind him. Follow yourself everywhere.

But perhaps it was because he was running too fast and was still swinging from side to side at any time, so although Monk Zhixuan could hear the clear music, he was never hit by that invisible attack again. .

After passing through the woods in front of him, a gorge formed by several huge rocks appeared in front of him. Monk Zhixuan mustered up the remaining strength, used the step-by-step lotus footwork to the extreme, and moved towards it with all his strength. He rushed through the mouth of the gorge.

when!

A sound like a bell sounded, and Monk Zhihan, who had just rushed to the mouth of the gorge, felt as if his chest had been hit hard. His body flew up involuntarily and fell to the ground with a thud.

puff!

After landing on the ground, Monk Zhihong felt that his body was instantly empty. He opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood with a pop.

While he was spitting out blood, Monk Zhihong was surprised to find that the huge stone gorge in front of him had disappeared without a trace, and was replaced by the palace lantern hanging with the words "The heart of the small couch is spread out with the piano, and the sword with the long tassel is relaxed".

The handsome Taoist priest in white was still sitting calmly inside, his white fingers skillfully playing the guqin, and he was still chanting in a relaxed and casual manner.

"Since I have been living in seclusion, I don't even remember spring. The sea has turned into dust several times. The green mountains and white clouds are easy to live in. I can listen to the dragon's roar in the wind and rain."

Feeling the injuries in his body, Monk Zhixuan simply gave up his plan to escape again at this time. He got up from the ground, adjusted his monk's robe, sat down cross-legged on the ground outside the palace lantern curtain door, and put his hands on Namaste.

"Namo Miaoguang Bodhisattva! Tan Yue's powerful illusion..."

"That's natural..."

The Taoist priest in white said teasingly with a smile on his face.

"This is an illusion worth two hundred dollars. As the saying goes, you get what you pay for. Expensive things are naturally expensive for their own reasons."

"..."

After hearing what the white-robed Taoist said, Monk Zhixuan suddenly didn't know how to answer.

By the way, these days Taoist priests spend money on illusions instead of mana, right?

After hesitating for a moment, Monk Zhihong decided to get straight to the point.

"The old monk and Tan Yue have never known each other. Tan Yue went to such great lengths and used such a powerful illusion to keep the old monk here. Why?"

"Although you and I are strangers to each other, the grievances between us are endless."

The Taoist priest in white put his hands on the guqin and looked at the great monk Zhixuan with a smile.

"For example, the day before yesterday, Pindao heard that your senior brother, the monk Zhi Yue, had set a trap for Pindao, with the intention of killing Pindao. Pindao has always been kind to others, so he really didn't expect that vicious guys like you could set it. What a trap. The reason why Pindao invited the great monk to come over today is because he wanted to give Pindao some guidance."

After hearing the words of the Taoist priest in white, a flash of light flashed in Monk Zhixuan's eyes.

White clothes! Handsome! Young! Demonic...

"Are you Qingwei, the successor chosen by Qingxiazi?"

"good!"

Kong Qing's fingers danced on the strings easily, with a smile on his lips.

"Accident?"

"But how did you know that Senior Brother Zhiyue has set a trap for you."

Monk Zhixuan had a thoughtful look on his face.

"This news will naturally not be leaked from someone, and Senior Brother Zhiyue only told the prince about this matter, which means..."

Monk Zhihong raised his head and looked at Kong Qing with inquiring eyes.

"You actually have a dark room in the East Palace!"

when!

After a soft groan, Monk Zhihong felt as if he had been hit hard again. His body sitting cross-legged on the ground fell backwards involuntarily, and rolled several times on the ground.

"Great monk!"

Kong Qing raised his head and looked at the other party with eyes full of teasing.

"Have you not understood the situation? What you want to do now is to confess, not to ask questions."

"Namo Miaoguang Bodhisattva!"

Monk Zhihong struggled to sit up from the ground, clasping his hands together again, with a look of determination on his lips.

"Tan Yue will kill him if he wants to, but if he wants to know anything from the old monk, it is absolutely impossible!"

"Yeah?"

Kong Qing looked at the other party with a smile.

"How can you be so confident, great monk? It's a pity that poor Taoist doesn't see it that way!"

In response to Kong Qing's words, Monk Zhihong did not reply. Instead, he clasped his hands together, lowered his head, and recited the Buddha's name directly.

"Namo Miaoguang Bodhisattva!"

"The great monk really has the nature of an Arhat..."

Kong Qing gave a thumbs up to Monk Zhixuan.

"No wonder that when the Fahua Sect sent people to support Meng Rang's rebellion in the past, they sent you, the great monk, to take charge of this matter. It turns out that you, the great monk, are such a slain warrior who is always ready to sacrifice for the sect!"

After hearing what Kong Qing said, Monk Zhixuan raised his head in astonishment, obviously surprised by Kong Qing's words.

"Another surprise, right?"

Kong Qing's fingers casually brushed against the strings, making a tinkling sound.

"There will be a lot of unexpected things for you next...Twenty Mother!"

"yes!"

Then, Monk Zhixuan saw the beautiful woman holding a wine flask standing next to the Taoist priest in white put down the wine flask in her hand, and then took out a strange-shaped thing from behind, which seemed to be a square with a cylinder on top.

Then, Monk Zhixuan saw the beautiful woman pointing the object in her hand at him and still talking.

"One, two, three, eggplant!"

Click!

As the beauty pressed the button in her hand, Monk Zhixuan instantly felt a great fear, as if something very bad had happened to him.

"You...what did you do?"

"It's just an ordinary small magic weapon..."

Kong Qing turned his head and watched Twenty Niang open the curse camera and take out a hand-made doll that was exactly the same as the monk Zhixuan in front of him. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised.

"Actually, Pindao has three reasons for looking for the great monk today. The first is to know what kind of trap you have set for Pindao. The second is to test this magic weapon. This is what we will do next.

Things to do. And the third and most important thing is..."

Kong Qing looked down at Monk Zhixuan. Although there was a smile on his face, his eyes were cold.

"Master Zhihong, doesn't Buddhism talk about cause and effect? ​​In the past, you directly helped Meng Rang rebel, wreaked havoc in Shandong, and killed Pindao's parents. This crime should be punished now! Twenty Niangs...give Pindao your hand.

This sinful guy hangs a street light!"

"yes!"

After hearing Kong Qing's words, Monk Zhihong saw that the beautiful woman had skillfully tied a live buckle around the neck of the doll that was taken out of the strange thing that was exactly like him, and then flicked his finger.

, and hung the little man on the light pole next to him!

"Well……"

The next moment, Monk Zhixuan felt that he too seemed to be wrapped around his neck by an invisible rope and hung up.


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