Chapter five hundred and nineteen come to the door
Although Feng Hui was called Master Feng before, his strength was mediocre. It was only after he followed Sun Xu that he began to advance by leaps and bounds. Now as a strong man like a peak martial arts master, he has no problem being called Master Feng.
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Following the map given by He Dingguo, we arrived at the western suburbs of the capital. There were also mountains here, hiding a temple. It was not impossible.
However, what shocked Feng Hui was that it was not as simple as a temple at all. After a few rounds, he saw a palace behind a dense forest.
Even at night, at a glance, there are at least dozens of palaces, and only three or five main halls are burning with incense.
As a master of the pinnacle of martial arts masters, he would dare to venture into even the dragon's pond and tiger's den, not to mention that this was just a training sect. He came to the door openly and just to see what the other party had to say.
After thinking of this, I immediately walked over. The red wall surrounded the temple. At the door stood two statues of Skanda King, with ferocious faces and a posture of subduing demons.
The two doors were ajar, and a gray-robed monk was dozing off on the steps, holding a broom in his arms.
Above the main entrance, there is a plaque with five ancient characters written on it, but it is obvious that the two characters "Shifang" were added later. Originally there were only three characters "Tianwangdian".
Feng Hui went up and bowed politely. After all, this was his/her territory, so it was okay for him to be polite.
"Hello, Master!"
After a few seconds, the other party did not respond and seemed to be asleep. Feng Hui smiled and shouted again, slightly raising his pitch. This time he finally slowly raised his head.
He is not a kind-hearted old monk. He looks like he is only in his fifties or sixties. There is a scar on his forehead that slides down diagonally between his eyebrows and the bridge of his nose. It is more than ten centimeters long and looks hideous and terrifying.
It was like a bug crawling on his face.
The expression on this face was also cold, without any expression. He glanced at Feng Hui, stood up slowly, and coughed twice.
But if he underestimated him because of this, Feng Hui could be sure that he would die in an ugly way.
After more than a dozen breaths, the monk stood up with a stoop and looked at Feng Hui again. No matter what, that look made Feng Hui find it hard to believe that this could be said by a monk.
"Does the donor have any doubts in his heart?"
"Please master, please clarify!"
"The poor monk has been in the world for more than thirty years and killed countless people. Once he had an epiphany, he put down his butcher knife and became a Buddha immediately!" The monk coughed slightly and gave an answer that surprised Feng Hui.
It’s not the answer that surprises me, but the monk’s magnanimity that surprises me.
"I see that the butcher's knife in the master's hand has been put down, but the butcher's knife in his heart is still there!"
"That's natural. Although the poor monk said that he is a vegetarian in Buddhism, if someone comes to trouble him, he still has to slay the demons!" The monk held the broom under his arm and turned around slowly, somewhat tentatively.
A smile appeared on Feng Hui's face. He had no intention of taking action here at all. The monk's efforts were in vain.
"I, Feng Hui from Jinyuan Province, would like to meet with the senior officials of the Ten Directions Heavenly King Palace!" Feng Hui cupped his hands and his voice became serious.
The scar-faced monk said without looking back: "Come in, the poor monk should be waiting for you!"
"It seems that the Ten Directions Heavenly King Palace already knows the purpose of my visit!" Feng Hui became more and more vigilant, and a series of bad idioms flashed in his mind, such as asking the king to enter the urn, closing the door to beat the dog, catching the turtle in the urn, etc.
However, knowing that there are tigers in the mountains, I chose to go to the Tiger Mountains. Now that I have reached the door, I cannot lose the prestige of the master's sect.
"That's natural. When the little guy from this sect came back, the sect knew that you were coming. Judging from your master's behavior, he is definitely a very domineering and ruthless person. As a disciple, naturally you
I'm not willing to suffer a loss!" The scar-faced monk spoke in a slow voice, but in fact he was already on guard, worried that Feng Hui would not come in after knowing the truth.
After hearing what the other party said, Feng Hui's footsteps were slightly full. The scar-faced monk turned around without hesitation and swept towards Feng Hui with the broom in his hand.
It exploded in an instant, like countless small arrows densely packed together, covering Feng Hui's head and face. Following closely behind was a short spear, which was the long handle of a broom.
In the midst of the lightning and flint, Feng Hui stepped back suddenly. With a wave of his hand, a piece of water appeared in front of him, forming a huge water mirror, protecting his entire body.
The densely packed small arrows hit the water mirror and were bounced back in the next second. The scar-faced monk was caught off guard and had to retreat. Between the back and forth, the two sides had opened a distance of more than fifty meters.
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Feng Hui still stood there calmly, patted his robe and brushed off the non-existent dust on it.
"Master, why are you so anxious? Since I came here, I will definitely not run away in despair. Why are you so bothered?"
The scar-faced monk put away his weapon, scanned Feng Hui a few times, and then said, "Taoist?"
"How about Taoism? How about martial arts? In the end, we reach the same goal through different paths!"
Since he followed Sun Xu, Feng Hui's strength and vision have been growing rapidly. He is not comparable to the scar-faced monk in front of him. Whether it is vision or strength, Feng Hui has a head start on his opponent.
The scar-faced monk had nothing to say. He looked at Feng Hui and understood in his heart that if the other party wanted to leave now, he might not be able to stay. On the contrary, he would probably suffer the consequences.
The disciple is already so powerful, so who is the master who killed Master Bai and how powerful is he?
"Since you have committed a crime and violated the law, then the relevant departments will naturally come to negotiate for arrest. Did you stretch your hand too far?" Well, since you can't fight now, let's try to reason from another aspect.
Already.
When he heard this, Feng Hui almost laughed, but since the other party said so, and it was said that the Shifang Tianwang Palace had some connections with senior officials, he should give the other party some face first.
"Since the master said so, I will take a step back and hope that the squadron leader can come to the police station and surrender, otherwise I will catch him and bring him to justice even if he escapes to the ends of the earth!" Feng Hui said the next sentence and waved directly.
He waved his sleeves and turned around.
It's not that he doesn't want to rush in and catch the other party now. On the one hand, it's inconvenient to find someone alone, and on the other hand, if there are a few masters like the scar-faced monk in the Shifang Tianwang Palace, or even more powerful people,
I'm afraid I'm going to suffer a loss.
Watching Feng Hui leave, the squadron leader who was hiding inside finally breathed a long sigh of relief. He was really under too much pressure. Now that the enemy had left temporarily, he finally had time to sort out his thoughts and elaborate on the matter. (Unfinished)