Looking at Zhao Qingzhu falling from the sky, the middle-aged man instinctively tightened his eyes. This man has such a strong murderous aura!
The middle-aged man was holding a long sword, fully alert, and asked in a cold voice: "Who is coming?"
Zhao Qingzhu looked back at the weak little monk. The wooden sword in his hand trembled without a fight, making a dizzy buzzing sound. Feeling the killing intent coming from the wooden sword, the middle-aged man did not dare to be careless.
Staring at Zhao Qingzhu without blinking.
"Zhao Qingzhu!"
Suddenly, Zhao Qingzhu turned around, shouted loudly, and jumped out.
"Zhao Qingzhu?"
The middle-aged man was shocked, and then looked shocked.
The wooden sword flashed past, and Zhao Qingzhu was already standing side by side with him.
"Well!"
The middle-aged man snorted slightly, and then slowly lowered his head. The wooden sword had been inserted into his body, and traces of blood were slowly flowing out from the hilt. Seeing this, the middle-aged man trembled slightly, "Okay.
...fast sword..."
This scene happened so fast that the disciples of the Qingyun Sect around them did not react at all. When they came to their senses, the wooden sword in Zhao Qingzhu's hand had pierced the middle-aged man, and a wave of breath spread out from around the two of them, carrying
A faint smell of blood.
"Damn it, he's Zhao Qingzhu!"
I don't know who among the crowd reacted first. While shouting, he rushed out with a sword and rushed towards Zhao Qingzhu.
"You all must die!"
Looking at the Qingyun Sect disciple who was fighting out, Zhao Qingzhu was completely enveloped in endless killings at this moment. Since coming out of Despair, he has never been as thirsty for killing and blood as he is now. Especially when he sees behind him
When the pink child was covered in wounds, an inexplicable murderous intention burst out, leaving him with nothing but killing in his heart.
He, who came here because of Tianqiu's death, saw this most despicable scene, how could he control it?
The voice that sounded as cold as hell fell, and Zhao Qingzhu quickly drew out his sword, bringing up a strange blood mist and rushing towards the Qingyun Sect disciple in a flash.
At the same time, all the Qingyun Sect disciples around him came to their senses and started to attack him from all directions.
"Kill, kill, kill..."
The wooden sword stirred up a series of sword energy, flashing across hundreds of Qingyun Sect disciples. While bringing up bursts of blood energy, miserable howls continued to be heard from this side of the world, and Qingyun Sect disciples fell under his sword one after another.
The thick bloody smell gradually spread out, waking up Zen Xin who was in a semi-conscious state.
What caught his eyes was a demon-like figure charging in and out of the crowd. There were no fancy moves, and there were no terrifying attacks that caused landslides and earth-shattering. Some of them were the most direct sword-raising and blood-mist flying.
Of course, there are also those shrill wails.
Hearing the miserable howls that kept coming out one after another, Zenxin did not have the compassion that a monk should have. He just stared at the demonic figure without blinking and grinned silently.
Hundreds of Qingyun Sect disciples all fell down in just half an hour, leaving no one left.
When the last Qingyun Sect disciple fell, the violent aura in Zhao Qingzhu's heart finally calmed down a lot. Among the corpses lying on the ground, he took a long breath, then turned to look at the young monk.
Seeing the little monk looking at him unblinkingly, he was slightly startled, and then walked over with a strong smell of blood.
The young monk was not afraid and looked at Zhao Qingzhu without blinking.
"Little Monk,"
Slowly arriving in front of Zen Xin, Zhao Qingzhu knelt down and asked softly: "Why are you being chased by them?"
Zen Xin said nothing and still looked at him without blinking.
"I scared you."
Seeing that Zen Xin didn't respond, Zhao Qingzhu shook his head and smiled, then took off his blood-stained coat and threw it aside, sat down next to the young monk, and said softly: "Don't be afraid, tell brother where you live, and I will send him to you."
You go back."
At this moment, among the corpses on the ground, a Qingyun Sect disciple who was not yet dead suddenly stood up, and then fled desperately in the direction of Qingyun Peak.
Zhao Qingzhu just looked back and ignored him. The young monk was no longer calm. He struggled to sit up, then grabbed a long sword scattered around him and threw it fiercely at the Qingyun Sect disciple.
However, his internal injuries were too serious. Even if he tried his best, the sword could only be thrown two feet before falling.
Seeing this, Zhao Qingzhu smiled and said: "Do you want them all to die?"
The little monk nodded.
"Haha, you are still a child, little monk."
Zhao Qingzhu stood up and patted the dust on his butt, and said with a smile: "Hate will blind your mind, and it will also hinder your future cultivation path. Let us adults do this kind of thing. If you
I really hope they all die, just call me brother and I will help you."
"elder brother!"
The little monk didn't hesitate at all, raised his head and shouted.
Zhao Qingzhu was once again stunned by the little monk's reaction. What a great hatred, for a little monk who was only seven or eight years old to have such deep resentment.
After being stunned for a moment, Zhao Qingzhu squatted down again and asked softly: "Tell brother, what is your name."
"Zen mind."
"Zen Heart, a good name."
"Why are they chasing you, a kid like you?"
"They killed the master..."
The young monk's eyes were red, but he did not shed tears. He looked straight at Zhao Qingzhu and said, "He also took away Master's Zen staff."
"Who is your master?"
"Master Kuzen."
Master Kuzen?
Zhao Qingzhu was shocked and asked cautiously: "Are you a disciple of Longyin Temple?"
The young monk did not nod or shake his head.
Zhao Qingzhu did not ask any more questions, but turned sideways and looked up at the towering Qingyun Peak in front of him. As he watched, the corners of his mouth gradually curved with a hint of cruelty, and he murmured softly: "Qingyun Gate is really a dirty place.
Woolen cloth."
Putting away the cruelty in his heart, Zhao Qingzhu looked back at Xiao Chanxin and said, "Do you want your brother to send you back to Longyin Temple, or do you want to avenge you first?"
Xiao Zen hesitated. After a moment of silence, he suppressed the hatred in his heart and said: "Go back to Longyin Temple!"
Zhao Qingzhu was very surprised by Zen Xin's answer.
Although he didn't know what happened on the top of the mountain, Qingyun Sect did not hesitate to send hundreds of disciples to chase him. It is not difficult to see that it was to remove the weeds and eradicate the roots. And eradicating the weeds and roots was just to cover something up.
The young monk seemed to know the serious relationship between this, and he even knew that what he wanted to do now was not to take revenge, but to go back to Longyin Temple first and tell the people in Longyin Temple what happened here.
Zhao Qingzhu did not hesitate, bent down and picked up the little monk, then jumped on the back of the golden-winged bird.
After receiving Zhao Qingzhu's signal, the golden-winged bird flew into the air and headed straight for Longyin Temple.
At the top of Qingyun Peak, Meng Wuhen's eyelids kept twitching when he returned to the main hall. However, he did not pay too much attention to the divine weapon such as the Divine Buddha Staff. His heart was completely attracted by the Divine Buddha Staff.
Standing the sacred staff in the middle of the hall, he kept changing his position and looking at this artifact, which was second only to Emperor Wu's giant scissors. As he looked at it, he couldn't help but laugh out loud.
With the staff of God and Buddha in his hand, and having absorbed the skills of seventeen elders and old monk Ku Chan, the small world of Shenhai will not be far away from him.
"The Great Master!"
At this moment, a Qingyun disciple from outside the main hall rushed in quickly, knelt on one knee behind him, and said urgently: "Little monk, he was rescued!"
"Um?"
Meng Wuhen's face darkened, and then he turned around to look.
At the same time, a Qingyun Sect disciple covered in blood walked in with the support of his fellow disciples. Seeing Meng Wuhen looking at him with a gloomy face, the injured Qingyun Sect disciple quickly knelt down and said in a trembling voice: "
The great master, all the brothers at the foot of the mountain were killed."
"All killed?"
Meng Wuhen was stunned and said in a deep voice: "Hundreds of people, all killed?"
Without waiting for the Qingyun Sect disciple to reply, he suddenly took a step forward and shouted: "Then why are you still alive? You're a waste, you're a loser, you deserve to die..."
"Master, please spare my life..."
"Who is it?"
Meng Wuhen roared and said sternly: "I can't tell you, let's see if I don't cut you into pieces."
"Zhao...Zhao...Zhao Qingzhu..."
"ah!"
Meng Wuhen raised his head and roared, then stretched out his big hand and directly sucked the Qingyun Sect disciple in front of him. In his spreading murderous intention, the Qingyun Sect disciple immediately screamed in pain, and his body was even more...
As he screamed, he withered at an alarming speed.
After sucking the Qingyun disciple into a mummy, Meng Wuhen waved his hand, gritted his teeth and read word by word: "Zhao... Qing... Zhu..."
Because of the amazing speed of the golden-winged bird, in just a cup of tea, the big bird and Zhao Qingzhu appeared above Longyin Temple.
Longyin Temple declined a hundred years ago, and apart from the two masters and disciples of Zen Xin, there were only eleven people left in the temple.
However, if these eleven people leave Longyin Temple, they will all be powerful men with great power. It is precisely for this reason that although Longyin Temple is in decline, no sect dares to underestimate it.
Among these eleven people, there are two middle-aged firemen and an old monk who cleans the yard. The remaining eight people are the Eight Great Vajras who have been famous for thirty years.
Feeling the fluctuation of the sky's breath, the old monk who was cleaning the temple slowly raised his head.
At the same time, the golden-winged bird swooped down and landed steadily in the courtyard.
As soon as the big bird stopped, the young monk jumped out and rushed towards the old monk regardless of his injuries.
Smelling the bloody smell on the young monk's body, the old monk was stunned for a moment, then turned his head to look at Zhao Qingzhu.
"grandfather!"
Xiaochanxin threw herself at the old monk and cried out in a choked voice. Then she threw herself into the old monk's arms and cried loudly.
"Amitabha,"
Holding his Zen heart in his arms, the old monk looked at Zhao Qingzhu without blinking, and asked in a deep voice: "The donor came with evil spirits, what do you want?"
Zhao Qingzhu also jumped off the bird's back, looked around, bowed slightly, and said: "Junior Zhao Qingzhu, I don't know what the master calls me."
"The name of the old monk, Dead Leaf, is the supervisory courtyard of Longyin Temple!"
"Grandpa, the head master..."
The little monk who was held in the arms of Master Ku Ye stopped crying and hugged Ku Ye's cassock tightly. After saying the word "master", he couldn't hold it back and started crying loudly.
Master Ku Ye is such a wise man, how could he not see the clues? His pupils tightened slightly, he looked at Zhao Qingzhu without blinking, and said: "You are the Zhao Qingzhu who obtained the Emperor Wu's giant scissors."
"It's this junior."
At this moment, a loud bell-like sound came from the backyard of the temple, followed by two middle-aged monks with topless bodies and bare feet rushing out. As soon as they rushed out, they saw Xiao Zen crying in Master Kuye's arms.
Xin. Xiao Chanxin is the darling of the entire Longyin Temple. If he cries, the Tianquan Kingdom will probably change.
No, after the two middle-aged monks heard Xiao Chanxin's cry, they all targeted Zhao Qingzhu and shouted loudly: "Who made my Zenxin cry?"
One of the middle-aged monks holding a spatula was even more direct. He dodged towards Zhao Qingzhu and said, "I will accept your fate!"
"Hongyi, don't be so presumptuous!"
Seeing that the monk was actually attacking Zhao Qingzhu, Master Guye quickly shouted to stop and said in a deep voice: "Back off."