The voice was so beautiful and he remembered it so deeply that he knew who it was as soon as he heard it, Lu Yurong!
His expression darkened, and his handsome face turned ferocious.
The woman he originally liked actually helped Chu Li. It would be a pity to betray him and die. What is hateful is that his injuries were due to her. If he didn't help, he wouldn't be in such a mess!
Fa Wu turned to look at Meng Jian and whispered: "Benefactor Meng, who is this?"
"Lu Yurong!" Meng Jian said through gritted teeth.
"Lu Yurong..." Fa Wu frowned and thought for a while: "Could it be the young lady from the Renguo Duke's mansion?"
"That's her!" Meng Jian sneered: "She's as beautiful as a flower, but as heart-like as a snake and a scorpion!"
"Have Master Meng seen her appearance?" Fa Wu said: "It is said that her face is rarely shown, and few people have seen her appearance. Is she really that beautiful?"
"You are a monk and you still care whether others are beautiful or not?" Meng Jian stared at him coldly: "What kind of Buddhism do you practice!"
"Amitabha..." Fawu hurriedly said the tithe: "Thank you very much, Master Meng, for your guidance. I'm the one who got it!"
"Humph!" Meng Jian glared at him disdainfully.
These monks are so annoying. They go against human nature in every aspect. It is a man's nature to like beautiful women. But the monks want to have a red and pink skull, forcibly imagining it as bones and dirty flesh and blood, which is off-putting!
"Amitabha..." Fa Yuan's voice slowly sounded: "Almsgiver Lu is here, and the little monk is welcome from afar!"
"I heard that your mind-asking finger is extremely exquisite, and I came here to learn from it!" Lu Yurong's cold voice floated in the sky.
"Donor Lu, thank you for your praise. Donor Lu, if you have nothing else to do, don't disturb everyone's morning class. The young monk will be there soon!" Fa Yuan's voice moved slowly, calmly and calmly.
"Very good, let's change places!" Lu Yurong's voice sounded.
"Amitabha..." Fa Yuan's voice faded away.
Fa Wu's face was full of envy, and he sighed: "This donor Lu's cultivation is so profound that senior brother Fa Yuan can value him so much."
"Huh, what a couple!" Meng Jian said coldly.
"What a couple!?" A voice suddenly sounded behind him.
Fawu's eyes widened as he watched Chu Li appear out of thin air and land behind Meng Jian.
The hairs all over Meng Jian's body suddenly stood up, and his sapphire blue gown suddenly bulged up and stuck to his body.
"Boom..." There was a faint muffled sound in the sky.
"Okay, there is still one more palm!" Chu Li smiled and slapped it with one palm.
He didn't expect that Meng Jian still had a Yin Thunder Palm that he hadn't used yet, so he was very scheming.
"Bang!" The two palms met.
Chu Li's movements froze, then returned to normal. Before Fa Wu rushed over, he stamped his palm on Meng Jian's chest.
"Chi!" Several bloody arrows spurted out from Meng Jian's body.
Blood spurted out from his mouth and the wound where he had received the flying knife at the same time, like a leaky kettle, spraying water everywhere.
Meng Jian sent out this Yin Thunder Palm, and his body was completely empty. Then he received a slap, a solid palm, and his internal organs were smashed into pulp. Only his skin could not see any difference. It was really a success.
Out of skin.
Chu Li glanced at Fa Wu, smiled and said, "Excuse me."
He disappeared in a blink of an eye, flying away.
Fa Wu originally thought of a move, but he was only halfway through it. Everything was solidified and Chu Li disappeared.
"Almsgiver Meng!" Fawu hurriedly helped Meng Jian up and mobilized his inner strength to help him heal his injuries.
As soon as his inner strength entered, he gave up and looked at Meng Jian with compassion.
Meng Jian's face turned blue, and there seemed to be a layer of black energy floating around.
He opened his eyes and stared at Fa Wu: "Let senior brother avenge me! Avenge me!"
Fa Wu sighed: "Donor Meng, I will transcend the souls of the dead for you."
"You... you... dead monk!" Meng Jian's eyes suddenly widened, his body trembled, and then he died.
"Amitabha..." Fawu put down Meng Jian, bowed his head and murmured sutras.
The Dharma image floated over and his face changed drastically.
"Fa Wu, Meng Shizhu, he...?"
"Brother Faxiang, Benefactor Meng is dead, Amitabha..."
"Who did it?"
"Benefactor Chu."
"...Okay, okay, what a good Chu Li!" Dharma Prime Minister sighed.
Under their protection, Chu Li came calmly, killed people and left silently, treating them as if they were nothing at all. He was indeed Chu Li!
Fa Wu finished reciting a Buddhist sutra and looked up at him: "Brother Fa Xiang, Master Chu's martial arts are really powerful. I am no match for him."
"Are you not injured?" Fa Xiang asked hurriedly.
Fawu shook his head: "He didn't seem to have any ill intentions towards me, and he even smiled at me. Before I could reach out my hand, he had already killed Meng Meng. It was really fast. If he wanted to kill me, I would also go with Meng Meng.
died!"
Fa Xiang said: "As long as I didn't hurt you."
"Donor Chu is not afraid of our Great Leiyin Temple at all, is he?"
"Well, he has excellent martial arts skills, and he has the support of the Duke and the Royal Palace. He has no respect for our Daleiyin Temple."
"Amitabha..." Fawu sighed: "Brother Faxiang, I want to go back to the temple for retreat."
"That's fine." Dharma Prime Minister nodded slowly.
He reached over Meng Jian's body, shook his head and sighed. After this palm strike, even after taking the Qi Yuan Pill, he could only breathe a sigh of relief, and it was impossible for him to survive.
"It's a pity, Master Meng." Fa Wu shook his head and said.
Meng Jian was similar to him in martial arts and had a similar background. Seeing that he was killed because he provoked a powerful opponent, he felt pity and started to work hard. Meng Jian's today might also be his tomorrow, so he had to work hard
Practice to make your martial arts stronger.
He practices Buddhism, but he is not a great monk or virtuous person. He is still incapable of knowing life and death. He wants to live a better life and pursue more sophisticated martial arts.
At this moment, a young novice monk ran in: "Uncle Dharma Appearance Master, Master Dharma Enlightenment Master, there is a benefactor Zhang outside who wants to see him. He said he came from the Forbidden Palace and is looking for a benefactor Meng."
Fa Xiang said slowly: "Fa Wu, you stay here while I go to greet this donor Zhang."
"Yes, Senior Brother Faxiang." Fawu responded.
Standing in front of Ci'en Temple was a slender middle-aged man with a face as handsome as a crown jewel and extraordinary handsomeness.
Wearing a green shirt, he stood with his hands behind his back, showing an independent and unrestrained style, looking at Ci'en Temple thoughtfully.
The gate of Ci'en Temple suddenly opened, and the Dharma Master paid the tithe with a solemn expression: "Donor Zhang, please be polite. The poor monk Dharma Master, please come with me."
"Master Faxiang is polite." Zhang Ci cupped his fists.
The fortune-telling master's face was solemn, and he felt something was not good. As he walked inside, he asked, "How is my junior brother's injury?"
"Donor Zhang came a step late." Dharma Prime Minister shook his head and sighed: "Donor Meng just passed away."
"Junior Brother Meng, is he dead?" Zhang Ci frowned: "The injury is so serious?"
The Dharma Minister shook his head: "Donor Chu just broke into our temple, alas... Amitabha!"
"Chu Li?!" Zhang Ci's face turned cold.
The Dharma Prime Minister nodded slowly.
The two of them talked and came to the Zen monastery where Meng Jian was. (To be continued.)