In the evening, as the sun sets in the west, Donglai Town is filled with smoke and the faint smell of burning dead grass. Chickens and dogs are barking, children are playing, and adults are calling to go home for dinner. It is quite lively.
The Donglai Building was also very lively. People gathered together to chat, and most of them talked about the beast. Because the beast occupied Yuanxin Temple, no one dared to offer incense.
"They are lying there obediently, like kittens, but who knows if they will suddenly lose their temper and swallow us in one bite!" An old man in brocade clothes shook his head and sighed.
A young man next to him said: "Uncle He, you are too timid. I tried it, but it was fine at all. They were all lazy and too lazy to pay attention to us. I also tried to pat a tiger on the head, but it just opened its eyes and stared.
He hit me and closed his eyes again!"
"Hey, Xiao Feng, you're just touching its head. You can touch its butt and see how it reacts!" An old man in Geyi chuckled.
The old man in Jinyi who spoke earlier said hurriedly: "Xiao Feng, don't listen to him, Lao Meng, you are full of bad water. You can't touch the tiger's butt. Who doesn't know!"
"Haha, I can't tell. I think Master Zhanran's Dharma is so subtle that it can subdue their wild nature. It doesn't matter if you touch their butts!" the old man Ge Yi said with a smile.
"It's just a bad idea, Xiao Feng bids farewell to being fooled!" said the old man in brocade clothes.
Xiao Feng scratched his head and said with a smile: "Uncle Meng, don't fall for your old trick. You can't touch a tiger's butt, I know!"
"You kid, you just talk about being brave, but you have no real courage!" The old man in Ge Yi shook his head and looked at Xiao Feng with disdain.
Xiao Feng chuckled and said, "What do you say, Uncle Meng!"
"Lao Meng, please be more honest!" The old man in Jinyi shook his head and laughed.
Everyone was chatting and laughing. Mr. Hu and Mr. Zheng were sitting at the same table with no one else around them. Their identities were somewhat aloof.
Everyone was talking and laughing when they suddenly stopped. Three beautiful girls in white came in, their faces were like ice, their eyes were like lightning, and they were menacing.
Although they are beautiful, their temperament is indifferent, making people stay away from them. The atmosphere in the hall suddenly cooled down, and people looked over curiously.
The three girls in white have slender figures with different looks and similar temperaments. There seems to be a frosty atmosphere around their bodies, making people afraid to approach them.
Everyone saw that the swords on their waists were very simple, but there was a chill in them. The long swords hung on their soft and slender waists, almost breaking their waists.
After they entered the hall, their eyes swept over everyone's faces like lightning, and finally landed on the old man in robes. They took a step forward and said, "Excuse me, I want to inquire about something!"
The old man in brocade clothes is fat and plump, with a smile on his red face. He is as kind as an Antarctic fairy, which makes people fall in love with him at first sight.
He stroked his silver beard and said with a smile: "Three girls, please come all the way. Thank you for your hard work. If you have any questions, I will tell you everything!"
He pointed to the seat opposite. The three girls in white clothes were unmoved. The girl in the lead had a delicate oval face and bright eyes like almonds, which was very beautiful.
Although his eyes were cold and cool, they could not hide their beauty. Being stared at by such beautiful eyes, the old man in golden clothes secretly lamented that beauty is a disaster, and I don’t know how many men have their hearts broken.
"We would like to know if a Zao Wu-Ki came here a few days ago?" the girl in white asked.
The old man in brocade clothes was startled. He glanced at the three women and then at the people around him. They all stopped talking, looked here, and pricked up their ears to listen.
The girl in white frowned and said, "Have you been here?"
The old man in Jinyi nodded thoughtfully: "Well, there seems to be a Zhao Wuji,...I don't know very well."
The girl in white stared at him closely and looked deeply at him: "Who was Zhao Wuji injured?"
"Well... I really don't know." The old man in Jinyi shook his head and smiled bitterly: "It seems that I have never heard of a conflict with anyone."
"Really?!" The girl in white snorted in a deep voice.
The old man in golden clothes stroked his silver beard and said slowly: "Girl, I am not very interested in the things in the martial arts world. I really didn't pay attention... Besides, I am so old that I am too lazy to meddle in other people's business and come and go.
There are so many people from our Donglai town, how can I remember them all, don’t you think?”
"Zhao Wuji has never made a move with anyone?" the girl in white stared at him deeply and hummed.
The old man in golden clothes shook his head: "Maybe he has done something. I think this Zhao Wuji is arrogant and domineering, and it is inevitable that he will conflict with the warriors who come and go."
He glanced at the people around him and said with a smile: "Have you ever seen Zhao Wuji fight with others?"
Everyone shook their heads, and Mr. Hu said: "He stayed for a day and left. I really haven't seen him. Maybe there was an accident outside the town."
"It's very possible!" Everyone nodded.
The girl in white's eyes were like lightning, passing over everyone's faces one by one, thoughtfully.
"Shopkeeper Wu, serve six signature dishes to the three girls and charge them to my account!" Zheng said in a loud voice. He smiled and raised the tea cup towards the three girls and said: "This little girl, you are Zhao Wuji.
My daughter?"
"No!" the girl in white said coldly, her eyes flashed with lightning, and a trace of anger flashed through her eyes.
Officer Zheng smiled and said: "Then Zhao Wuji belongs to a girl...?"
"Just a friend." The girl in white said.
Member Zheng stroked his beard and said with a smile: "Zhao Wuji has indeed come to our town, but at a glance, we have the impression that it is because he is overbearing and overbearing, and he still lets us serve the best food even though he has little money."
"No one cares?" the girl in white asked.
Zheng Yuanwai shook his head: "At first glance, he is a powerful character. We can't beat him. Besides, it's just a meal. If you give him that, you can treat him like a beggar."
The girl in white sneered: "I heard that a monk was meddling in his own business and we got into a fight with him!"
"Is there such a thing?" Zheng Yuanwai was startled and frowned: "Where did the girl hear about it?"
"You don't need to know whether it's true or false?" the girl in white said coldly.
Zheng Yuanwai pondered and shook his head: "I really don't know. You can ask me more, maybe this is true."
The girl in white knew at a glance that the old man was hiding his traitor and telling lies. If he hadn't invited guests to dinner and had a friendly attitude, he would have drawn his sword and killed him long ago.
Mr. Zheng was a sophisticated man, so he saw that the girl in white was not being kind and deliberately greeted her with a smile.
The girl in white waved her little hands and sat down with the other two girls. At this time, the dishes were brought out. Officer Zheng winked and a boy slowly left to report the news.
"Mr. Hu, Mr. Zheng, you are all here. Mr. He, please bring me a table of good vegetarian food!" A hearty and rough voice sounded, Jingkong strode in, and saw three girls in white. They stood like a crane.
Among chickens, you will naturally notice it.
He glanced at it and quickly turned around. He really had no interest in women, all his interest was in martial arts. He just wanted to feed his greedy self and go back to practice hard.
He had been practicing hard these past few days and had forgotten to eat and sleep. Because of his practice, he had a particularly good appetite but had nothing good to eat, so he wanted to come to the East Town Tower for a good meal.
He seemed rough and arrogant, but he was also shrewd. He noticed something strange as soon as he entered the door. Then he saw the looks in Mr. Hu's and Mr. Zheng's eyes and said hurriedly: "Wait a minute, I forgot something!"
As he said that, he turned around and wanted to walk out, when a cold and crisp voice came from his ear: "Stop!"
He recognized the girl's voice, which was cold and sweet. He slowly turned around and said with a smile: "What does this girl do for you?"
"Who are you?" the girl in white shouted.
Jikong smiled and said, "The poor monk Jikong.
"Have you ever fought with Zhao Wuji?" The girl in white snorted, her lightning-like eyes quickly glanced at the people around her, and paused on the face of the old man in brocade.
Jikong frowned and said, "Zhao Wuji, who are you?"
"So, it was you who killed Zhao Wuji!" the girl in white said coldly, swaying and appearing at the door, blocking his way.
Jing Kong said: "This girl is careful with what she says. The young monk is a monk and cannot commit murder. Moreover, he does not lie. I did not kill Zhao Wuji!"
"He said he is a monk from Donglai Town, and you are the only one left!" The girl in white sneered, "Don't deny it, just take the sword!"
In a flash of cold light, the tip of the sword was already in front of Jikong's throat. Jikong had no choice but to slide away and said hurriedly: "Wait a minute, tell me clearly before I hit you. Who are you?"
"You don't deserve to know!" The girl in white twisted her waist and stepped forward. The tip of the sword was close to Jikong's throat again. The sword's power could not be seen clearly. People could only see her shoulder move and the sword tip was in front of Jikong.
Jikong shouted: "This battle was a confusing one. Is Zhao Wuji dead?"
The girl in white used her sword to seize the soul, and snorted coldly: "His life is not worthy of pity, but beating a dog depends on its master. If you kill our people, you must pay for your life with your life!"
Jikong dodged while shouting: "I injured him, but I didn't kill him. There must be someone else. Girl, don't wrongly accuse a good man!"
"Sure enough, it's you!" The girl in white sneered: "He was injured so badly that he only had one breath when he came to us, and he died after saying a few words!"
Jikong said: "If he is not injured enough to die, there must be someone else!"
"I will investigate carefully. Since you are involved, I will risk my life!" The girl in white moved her sword more quickly. People could not see the sword body clearly, and could only see the tip of the sword flashing in front of Ji Kong's throat.
Jing Kong's footwork was excellent, and his sword skills were exquisite and swift, but they couldn't hit him. He didn't use his fists and just focused on his footwork, so he easily avoided it.
The girl in white sneered, and "Buzz" the long sword turned into dozens of swords, covering the sky and the earth. In despair, Ji Kong could only wave his fist.
"Ding..." With a crisp sound, the sword shadow in the sky disappeared, and the sword body appeared, but Ji Kong flew backwards, and an Eight Immortals table was crushed by him with a "click".
The girl in white stepped forward, the sword light turned into a point and stabbed out, intending to take his life.
Jikong pushed it flat and smoothed it out, avoiding the tip of the sword, then turned over and stood up, stepped on the seven stars under his feet, and "swish, swish" to avoid several swords.
The girl in white frowned. She was a master, and her sword energy was externalized, but she couldn't help but think that the little monk in front of her, who was clearly not a master, received his own sword energy but was unharmed. It was really weird.
"This girl, haven't you asked for her name yet?" Jikong learned his lesson this time and was determined not to fight her head-on. Her inner strength was far greater than his own, and his steps became more and more nimble.
"Go to the Yama Hall and ask!" The girl in white sneered, and with a slight "buzz" sound, the long sword transformed into dozens of swords and enveloped it.
Jingkong let out a strange cry, threw it violently, and two table legs flew out. With a slight whistle, the two table legs turned into powder and floated down.
The long swords that filled the sky disappeared, and then a ball of cold light burst out, blooming like a silver flower, getting bigger and bigger, pressing towards him.
Jikong threw out the two table legs again, and "chi" they disappeared silently, but they did not hinder the approach of the silver light at all.
Jikong felt that something was not good, this was an upright conspiracy, and he forced himself to fight hard.
He floated back and hit the east window. "Hi" a ball of silver light bloomed in front of the window, but another girl in white appeared.
Jikong cursed secretly and shot at another window again, and another group of silver light appeared. It was the third girl in white, looking at him with a half-smile, like looking at a monkey.
Jingkong glanced at the other two girls in white, with the same look. He was very angry, but had no choice but to shout loudly: "You three girls, please don't bully me too much!"
The girl in white from before said calmly: "Little monk, you can force the three of us to take action without being a master, you will die without regrets!"
Jikong became anxious and cursed: "What a shame, grandma, I'll do my best!"
After he said that, he clenched his fist and hit himself several times. Suddenly, the monk's robe automatically moved without any wind, fluttering and then slowly inflated, like an inflated rubber ball.
When the three girls in white saw this, they knew that he was using a secret technique. They looked at each other and their expressions became solemn. Such a secret technique to stimulate potential is definitely not something that ordinary people in the martial arts world can have, nor can ordinary small sects, only those famous disciples.
Mastering it is the way to save your life.
Although this kind of secret technique is harmful to the body, it will increase the internal strength suddenly, even two or three times, and there is a chance to escape with a desperate fight. If you take good care of yourself afterwards, even if you don't take good care of yourself and your martial arts is useless, it is still better than losing your life.
This kind of life-saving skill is naturally very precious and cannot be possessed by ordinary people. This little monk has a good background. No wonder the guys in this town are protecting him.
"Ah——!" Ji Kong shouted angrily like a thunderbolt in the clear sky. The empty wine jars in the hall buzzed, and people's eyes went dark.
"Ding ding ding ding..." When they opened their eyes, they saw the empty space turning into a shadow, and they couldn't see his figure. They could only see the fists and the sword light all over the sky.
The long sword intersected with his fist, making a crisp sound. His fist was like a hammer, but it was not damaged at all when it hit the long sword, but instead knocked the long sword away.
Three girls in white clothes surrounded him, their swords flashed, and after a few moves, the monk's robe on Jingkong's body was reduced to strands, leaving no good spots.
The monk's robe was torn to pieces, revealing the leather coat on his body. It was silver leather and seemed to have been smeared with a layer of oil. It was shining with a strange luster and could not be penetrated by a long sword.
When people saw it, they knew it was a precious armor, presumably given by Master Zhanran.
Luohan Fist Luohan Fist, the body is like an Arhat, and the Vajra is indestructible. This boxing technique contains the indestructible mentality of the Vajra. A pair of fists looks light and soft, but they are stronger than iron and stone. Although they intersect with the long sword, they can withstand the attack of the sword energy.
It was painful, but it was never cut.
The three girls in white clothes had never thought of this. All three of them were masters. The little monk in front of them was only a warrior, and he was still one step away from becoming a master. They thought so highly of themselves that they could not defeat such a little monk. They were really embarrassed to show off to others.
"Three Talents Sword Formation!" The girl in white at the head shouted coldly, and then the sword light connected into one, and the sword light all over the sky disappeared, but three swords slowly stabbed out.
Their positions were strange, with three swords thrust out at the same time. The upper, middle and lower paths of Jingkong were all under the sword tips. It was impossible to avoid them, so they had to forcefully attack them.
But he only had two hands and could not avoid three swords. Regardless of the sword in the middle, the tip of the sword hit his Dantian, like hitting gold and stone, and the silver leather armor only sunk slightly, blocking the tip of the sword.
The three women don't believe in evil. They have extremely powerful swords and magical weapons, but they can't pierce this leather armor. It's really frustrating.
This leather armor is made from the skin of that giant snake. This giant snake has almost the strength of a great master. It is about to become a spirit. Its skin is invulnerable to weapons, water and fire.
The girls around him all have their own tricks, but they are not weak in martial arts, and they have the Infinite Light Heart Sutra. Once there is danger, he can feel it immediately and can rush there at any time. It is of little use. Jingkong's martial arts is low, so Li Muchan gave him
He had a set of tricks, and he put them to use now.
A girl in white lightly tapped her chest, and "poof" a blood arrow sprayed on the sword body. The blood seeped into the sword body as if seeping into the soil, and the sword body quickly turned red, like a piece of ruby.
The blade of the sword turned into red jade, and the face of the girl in white holding the sword turned red, like a piece of ruby. The face and the sword matched each other, as if they were made of a piece of ruby.
Seeing such a strange situation, everyone couldn't help but shudder. Member Zheng frowned and looked at the door. He had already sent a servant to report the news. Why hasn't Master Zhanran come yet?
"Tsk!" The red-faced girl thrust out her sword, and the tip of the sword finally pierced the leather armor and penetrated Ji Kong's stomach.
Jikong was startled, looked down at the red sword, then roared angrily, grabbed the sword with one hand, and punched the red-faced girl with the other hand.
"Bang!" The red-faced girl flew backwards.
"Seeking death!" The leading girl in white pierced Ji Kong's throat with her sword, while the other girl in white caught the red-faced girl and fluttered to the ground.
Jikong received a blow from the sword. Not only did his movements not slow down, but he moved faster, like crazy. The long sword stuck in his body was trembling, and he opened his eyes and punched wildly, hitting the girl in white like a violent storm.
The long sword on his body became more and more red, as if it was constantly draining the blood. He felt the blood being sucked away, and anger surged to his head. He pulled it out fiercely, and "chi" a blood arrow spurted out, but the red sword left his stomach.
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After the blood arrow spurted out, Ji Kong's body slowed down, and he felt that all the strength in his body spurted out along with the blood. He wanted to punch, but his whole body was sore and weak, and he felt weak.
The tip of the sword flashed, and it was already at his throat. He tried his best to avoid it, his legs were weak, and he was about to die under this sword. "Ding..." There was a crisp sound, the long sword flew out, and the girl in white floated.
He stepped back, covering his wrists, staring at the door with an ugly expression.
The purple cassock flew by itself without any wind. Li Muchan was standing quietly at the door, sighing slowly: "If you have to be merciful, please be merciful. This female benefactor, please spare my disciple's life!"
While Li Muchan was speaking, Jikong felt his body warm up, as if he had been immersed in a hot spring. The strength he had lost gradually recovered, and he suddenly felt refreshed. He felt an internal force pouring into his body, circulating endlessly in his meridians. He knew that it was Master secretly
Take action.
He turned around and saw that the master had his palms clasped together, as if he had done nothing. He had saved him without even realizing it. It was really miraculous.