The black man waved his axe, making a whirring sound.
Zheng! Zheng! Zheng!
The shadow of the stick dissipated, and Xun Shaoyu fired out dozens of sticks.
Each stick was so powerful that it collided with the axe.
Waves of strong force were coming continuously, making the black man's hands tremble and his fingers numb.
"Drink..." Mingyuan and other monks formed a formation, using the force of a triangle to separate Xun Shaoyu and Hei Sizhou.
These three monks have been working together for many years and have a good understanding of each other.
Once the three of them set up their formation, their power would increase almost geometrically.
Even if Hei Si's men had a few cronies who were willing to die for him, they could not break the power of these three monks.
"Of Tena,"
The black man could not attack for a long time. He was so angry that he threw the ax at Xun Shaoyu.
The ax turned 360 degrees and kept rotating, as if a tornado was brewing and roaring over.
Xun Shaoyu clenched his whistle stick upside down and said sarcastically: "Bullshit..."
Buzz!! With five fingers, Xun Shaoyu used the whistle stick as a javelin and threw it out.
There was a strong tremor, and the strength burst out, adding a lot of strength.
The black whistle stick, like a black lightning, will sweep up a tornado and fly directly out.
"Roar!"
The black guy lost his weapon, became ferocious and roared loudly.
His big hands tore his shirt apart, revealing his chest covered with black hair. A trace of a ferocious beast's aura emerged from his body.
But this black guy is serious, he has an iron frame.
Although he has no knowledge of internal or external martial arts, in terms of aura, he is comparable to those who have mastered martial arts from other martial arts schools.
His arms were spread out, and his muscles were bumpy and intertwined, full of the meaning of strength. He jumped forward, and the fishy wind blew up.
Xun Shaoyu's face was serious, he did not dodge or dodge, and his figure suddenly hit the black man's arms.
Foreign masters have an evil spirit.
Killing intent arises spontaneously, and it will happen if you don’t take action. Once you take action, it will definitely be a killing move!
The black man wrapped his arms around him like iron pillars, intending to crush the young monk who leaned into his arms into mincemeat.
This black fellow's muscles and bones are far different from those of ordinary people, and the strength of his arms is comparable to that of an accomplished outsider, with a strength of up to a thousand kilograms.
This is also the reason why he can dominate the battlefield with his brute strength even though he has no knowledge of boxing or martial arts.
However, Hei Si is full of evil spirits, does not understand internal and external skills, and has a flaw in his changing moves.
Xun Shaoyu's right hand pecked Hei Si's chest at a tricky angle, as fast as lightning.
This peck was sinister and menacing, like a vulture looking for food, and it was deeply embedded in the black man's flesh and blood.
"Ahhhh..."
In pain, he suddenly hugged him with his arms.
The force of a thousand kilograms is so terrifying, even if a fierce tiger is in his arms, his bones will be broken and his tendons will be broken.
However, before Hei Si could close his arms, Xun Shaoyu's body trembled, his fingers flexed and stretched, and his two hands were clasped on Hei Si's shoulders.
This claw of his shows a sinister and ruthless nature.
"Gah! Boom!"
At this moment, several cracks appeared on the shoulder bones of the black man.
These moves are the boxing and martial arts learned by Xun Shaoyu.
Innate Arhat Fist, Yuanshi Eighteen Hands!
It seems that Buddhist martial arts is upright and upright.
However, when the yang dies and the yin emerges, the extreme of light is the abyss of darkness.
The viciousness and cruelty in this made Xun Shaoyu display it vividly.
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Mahavira Palace!
Several monks of the "Le" generation had serious eyes, either annoyed or angry.
Monk Liao Tong stood with his hands behind his back, and dozens of monks of "Yuan" generation on the left and right were silently reciting scriptures.
Xun Shaoyu strode into the palace covered in blood.
When Monk Liaotong saw Xun Shaoyu's embarrassed appearance, he frowned. Even the string of purple jade beads slowly moving between his fingers stopped temporarily.
"Master," he said with a determined look on his face. He flicked his gray monk's robe and the black and red marks became more and more conspicuous.
Needless to say, all the monks knew what he had just experienced.
An eminent monk of the "Le" generation suddenly came out and shouted loudly: "Yuanzhen, a pure Buddhist hall, a bright and quiet place, how can it be stained with blood?"
He waved his monk's robe vigorously and said: "If you don't go out yet, don't pollute the solemnity of this majestic palace!"
This monk of the "Le" generation still has a bit of shock in his expression, but more importantly, he still has an angry look on his face.
"Master, fellow masters,"
Xun Shaoyu was not in a hurry, and first bowed his head and saluted.
No matter who it is, seeing Xun Shaoyu's performance, he will inevitably comment that he is "not frightened in times of chaos".
The monk who had just spoken out and scolded Xun Shaoyu became even more angry when he saw this scene.
This monk of the "Le" generation came from the Discipline Monastery and was in charge of the whole temple and the Discipline. He had the most upright temperament and could not tolerate any flaws in his eyes.
The monk scolded him sternly and said: "Get out!!"
Xun Shaoyu's heart felt cold and his eyes narrowed slightly.
For a moment, the atmosphere turned slightly dull, causing monks from the "Le" generation and the "Yuan" generation to pay slightly closer attention.
"Okay, Junior Brother Jing,"
Just when the situation was about to get out of hand, Monk Liaotong stopped this 'farce' with a wave of his hand.
Monk Liao Tong took a deep look at his junior brother who was as stubborn as ever.
At this moment, if you weren't a great monk, you would know that this junior brother didn't mean to do anything bad. It's just his personality that he doesn't know how to adapt to.
If you understand the great monk, you will not be so calm.
After meeting the great monk Tong, he said calmly: "The army is surrounding the temple, and the entire temple is closed. I don't know if we can save our lives, let alone others."
"Junior brother, don't stop eating because of choking because of this!"
This sound is not loud, but if it is pure, it has the effect of deafening and enlightening.
The 500-year-old foundation of Ci'an Temple is in danger!
Nowadays, no matter what it is, it is not very important in their eyes.
When Liao Jing heard this, his face turned a little red.
"Senior brother..."
He was about to argue a few words, but Tong Tong glanced at him indifferently.
This glance made a chill suddenly rise in his heart, and he couldn't help but shut up.
Seeing this, Monk Lingtong also withdrew his gaze and shook his head secretly.
Now in this critical moment, we still have to take care of those side issues!
In the current crisis, at this time, what kind of precepts do we care about, and what is the point of it?
However, Liao Tong is the abbot of a temple after all, so he cannot reprimand Liao Jing for his actions. It is completely wrong.
Monk Lingkong said calmly: "If you have anything to do, you might as well tell me. Why do you need to step into this majestic holy place with all your flesh and blood?"
The monk's face was dull, and his Dharma Eyes quietly opened.
A line of green energy carrying heaven's destiny above and earth's energy below stood vertically under his eyes.
The green air is awe-inspiring and motionless in all directions, as if there is rising auspiciousness, and the three colors are gathered together but not scattered.
This monk, Ledong, has profound Buddhist teachings. With his divine vision, he can see the changes in the energy of the week at a glance.
Of course, if he were not Xun Shaoyu, he would be his nominal disciple, and the relationship between cause and effect would be huge.
It is impossible to detect this wonderful change in the weather just by relying on the monk's clairvoyance.
The Qi of heaven and earth, the foundation of the world, how can it be allowed to be viewed wantonly?
Xun Shaoyu's ray of green energy actually paved an acre of magnificent mountains and rivers in the void, and the splendid rivers and mountains were like this scroll of canvas.
"This destiny... the weather is too prosperous,"
He muttered in his heart and pondered for a long time.
For the great monk, the chaos at this time was nothing but easy to deal with, and he couldn't feel the slightest emotion.
This is the confidence of Ci'an Temple!
It can endure wind and rain for five hundred years, and Ci'an Temple can still exist.
Nowadays, it will not be so easy to decline in the chaos and waste decades of hard work.
In the past few years, Monk Liaotong deliberately guided Xun Shaoyu to study the history of military strategy and warfare, and intended to make Xun Shaoyu a famous minister.
Of course, if you understand the monk's thoughts, only the round light can give you a glimpse of it from top to bottom of the temple.
However, ministers have their duties as ministers, and the monarch also has his duties as a monarch, which cannot be exceeded even in the slightest.
Once the king and his ministers obey their orders, it is beyond balance.
What is shown is that the weak minister dominates the strong, or the appearance of a powerful minister.
This alone was far different from what he had in mind.
Xun Shaoyu had no way of knowing what Tong Tong was thinking.
You must know that Xun Shaoyu did not have the hope of youth because he was truly favored by destiny.
It was the True Shape Map of the Five Mountains, a treasure that, to a certain extent, changed Xun Shaoyu's innate destiny and made him what he is today.
Regardless of whether it is innate or acquired, the appearance is manifested. Even the old monk and the profound Buddha Dharma can't see the slightest clue.
Xun Shaoyu solemnly bowed his head and said solemnly: "Master, brothers and sisters, the rioters are raging outside the temple and there are many thieves. Even if our monks and soldiers are elite, they can fight to the death and still cannot save the temple."
"Please also ask all of you, the chief uncles, to pack up and break out with the monk soldiers."
Some monks of the "Yuan" generation were shocked and even panicked.
"How can it be?"
Monk Liao Jing said in disbelief: "I, the disciples of Luohan Hall, are all equal to ten, how could they end up like this?"
"This is impossible!"
What I said is so categorical that there is no doubt about it.
The five hundred monk soldiers in Luohan Hall are extraordinary and comparable to an army of five thousand.
In the eyes of all the eminent monks, even if thousands of troops surrounded the temple, they would still be able to do it with ease.
Xun Shaoyu sneered and said, "The current situation has changed, so five hundred monk soldiers is quite a lot."
"Then these thieves are outside, and we are inside. We can only watch helplessly as those thieves capture the strong men and drive away the old and the weak."
"One thing is going down, another is going up, Ci'an Temple is in danger!"
While Xun Shaoyu spoke, the green air above his head rippled slightly.
This ripple is the wonder of Qi, between what can be achieved and what cannot be achieved.
For a moment, the green energy intertwined, and the ripple became more and more conspicuous.
Xun Shaoyu's words were exaggerated and made the situation worse. But there was some truth in it.
However, the monks don't follow everyone else's advice, so how can they trust him without reservation?
The use of luck makes these principles more and more difficult to ignore.