Amidst the roaring sound in the air, the bamboo roots became sharp and sharp, stabbing at the monk who had almost no resistance. The green and cold forest made it difficult to see. The master hiding in the dark seized the rare opportunity and tried to kill the monk in one fell swoop.
A tough opponent.
The monk yelled and cursed, using the two knuckles of his right hand as a hammer, and struck it hard on the back of the wooden fish floating in front of him.
He was able to keep his footing on Wu Chi because of the wooden fish's protective instinct.
"Winter", the blazing white light bloomed again on the top of the mountain, more fierce than before, spreading rapidly outward.
There was a dense "chissing" sound in the air, and the roots of countless stabbed bamboo spears collided with the invisible white light, and instantly turned into ashes, and were swept outward by the strong wind, forming billowing smoke.
"get out!"
The fierce white light distorted the air, and the figure in the middle swayed and became unreal, the monk's shout revealed unconcealable hatred, and he knocked hard again.
"Winter", wooden fish sound waves exploded on the hillside more than a hundred feet away.
The rocks splashed, and a group of green figures jumped out in panic, fleeing towards the northwest.
I thought that the monk had given the precept to kill because his unstable state of mind had greatly damaged his strength and that he could take advantage of the opportunity to kill him. However, he kicked the iron plate, and the monk who had given the precept to kill simply broke the pot and threw it, trying to catch someone on his back and die together.
The cyan figure's intestines are turning green with regret. Why is he so impatient? Just wait a little longer.
"Die!"
The wooden fish made its third sound, and a white light broke through the air, turning into a spear of light and flying into the air in a flash.
The green figure waved and threw out a bamboo shield and a bamboo joint. "Puff!", the light spear was extremely fast and pierced the green shield and bamboo joint that had just been rotated and enlarged one after another. It turned into a lightning strike and penetrated the
Unable to dodge the somewhat astonished figure.
Zhang Wenfeng and the donkey stopped three hundred feet away when the monk started banging the wooden fish.
I saw the figure staggering back to the northwest. It was a short old man with green face and green hair. He was holding a bamboo stick in his hand. There was a fist-sized hole in his chest. There was no blood gushing out, and a gurgling blue-black mist was pouring out.
gush.
Zhang Wenfeng recognized that the old man was a bamboo demon with a good moral character and a lot of scheming.
It's just bad luck that he ran into the hands of such a powerful monk.
The short figure showed cracks, and countless mist came out. The monk used all his strength to strike, cutting off the vitality of the old man Qingzhu. Hatred appeared on the old man's face, and he trembled: "Monk, your compassionate heart...
It's all lies! You deliberately tempted me to take action, you should go to Avici Hell and never be reincarnated!"
The monk who was holding the wooden fish with both hands was bleeding from his seven orifices. It was terrible to see. He laughed a few times and said, "'Buddha has compassionate hearts, but also has angry eyes.' After all the good words, you are stubborn, but the monk still feels that it is more satisfying to pick up the butcher knife again. No.
Please bear in mind that monks cannot go to hell, and monsters like you, who have been harming the world for hundreds of years, will not have an afterlife."
As the monk finished speaking, the old man who had not taken advantage of him scattered in the air with a "bang".
Under the sun, only one green bamboo fell straight down, and the green and black mist blew away with the wind.
There was deathly silence at the foot of the mountain. The remaining bandits watched helplessly as their big leader showed up to attack and was killed by the monks in twos and twos. Their hearts were filled with chills.
If there was only one monk, they might be able to sneak away secretly while the monk and the big boss were both injured in the fight and now in dire straits.
The arrival of a man and a donkey from the air made most of them despair.
The snipe and the clam fight, and the fisherman gets the advantage. In the wild, there is an advantage and there is thunder and crackle, and the monk is also doomed.
Zhang Wenfeng simultaneously transmitted the message to Donkey and the three little spirits with a strong sense of justice: "Lu Zijin, do you still think that the monk needed rescue before?"
How can a donkey, who only walks around the small rivers and lakes in Da'an without taking the opportunity to educate him and does not know the dangers of the world, withstand this ups and downs drama? Since the monk can deal with a large number of bandits in the wild for two months, he can also take it easy. View it?
Without some means to save one's life, one is not worthy of traveling around the world to do good deeds and perform righteous deeds.
Furthermore, how can we tell clearly who is good and who is evil in a short period of time?
He and the donkey were walking in the wild rivers and lakes. With their ability, they had nothing to fear, but they still sailed the boat carefully.
The donkey was silent and speechless. The monk had a way to hide it. He was a cunning guy. It was not particularly angry. People's hearts were indeed complicated.
The three little charmers also did not expect that the monk actually had the means to solve all the troubles easily. Their simple hearts were shocked. Why did the monk scream so loudly and ask for help?
"Next time, use your brain more before acting and stay less involved in some other things."
Zhang Wenfeng didn't say much, he just finished his point. "Just do good deeds and don't ask about your future" is inappropriate in the wild.
He believed that Donkey could make progress after this experience, but in the end he had read too few books and listened to too many stories about rivers and lakes.
"Understood."
The donkey muffled the message and glanced at the bloodstained monk on the hilltop below.
It could not see the weakness of the monk whose life was hanging by a thread. On the contrary, compared to when his face was distorted before, the monk's whole aura was very different, as if he had escaped from pain.
The monk looked up at the man and the donkey in the air, wiped the blood on his face with his left sleeve, clasped his hands together, and said, "Fellow Taoist, aren't you trying to find a ready-made bargain?"
Zhang Wenfeng ignored them and said to the donkey, "You watch the wind from the sky and take good care of Lu Xin'er and the others" and then descended to the foot of the mountain.
The donkey understood, and his eyes suddenly became sharp, staring closely at the seemingly harmless but actually very dangerous monk. As long as the monk showed signs of taking action, its thunder method would hit the bald head without hesitation.
The monk hurriedly said: "I won't bother my fellow Taoists to do anything. Let the young monks rest for a while and talk to them about the truth."
In a hurry, he dug his feet into the rocky ground and couldn't pull them out. He couldn't stop the Taoist priest from cutting the grass and roots. Even though he broke the killing ban, he still wanted to let the few living bandits go. He figured out some reasons.
Zhang Wenfeng reached into his hand, and with the shadow of his virtual palm, he grabbed a man who was struggling to resist in the air, and threw it towards Fan Chongfeng like a chicken. This was the use of Yuan Qi that he had mastered after he advanced to the realm of freedom, and said: "Don't move. I'll heal your wounds, and of course I won't mind strangling a few disobedient ones to death."
His superb "Photography Technique" shocked several other men who wanted to touch the talisman. The ones who survived were all second-level monks. They recognized that the person who did it was a third-level master. They didn't know what this person was going to do. ?You actually want to heal their injuries?
Fan Chongfeng hurriedly stepped forward and shouted: "Brothers, don't move around, listen to the arrangements of your seniors."
He had already communicated with Lord Zhang for quite a while, and he put on a flattering smile and clasped his fists in salute: "Thank you, senior, for healing our wounds!"
All the men he had recruited were dead, and no one recognized Mr. Zhang in front of them.
The monk touched his bald head and was confused by the Taoist priest's actions.
Doesn't he believe that a Taoist priest would be so kind as to treat the injuries of all the bandits?
When he called for help earlier, the Taoist priest simply refused. He was hard-hearted and had no intention of taking action. However, for some unknown reason, the donkey rushed towards him to help him, and the Taoist priest followed him. He could see it clearly.
Zhang Wenfeng stretched out his hand and grabbed the six living bandits together. He pretended to make secrets with his hands, finished reciting the scripture silently, and raised his hand, a green mist appeared above the anxious people. He cast the "Nourishing Life Spell"
"My supernatural powers healed the wounds of several bandits.
The bandits, including Fan Chongfeng, all suffered severe internal organ shock injuries. In such a dangerous place, it would be more troublesome to rely on self-meditation to recover.
Nourished by the green mist, the effect was immediate. The wounds in the bodies of several bandits were greatly improved. Among them, Fan Chongfeng naturally received more care invisibly.
The reason he came to help was for Fan Chongfeng, otherwise why would he bother?
After about a word, the green mist disappeared into the sky.
Fan Chongfeng, who was meditating, pretended to be surprised and got up, cupped his fists and saluted to thank him. Several other people were not stupid, and saluted and thanked them one after another. They saw the hope of survival, so they could say more kind words and polite words without losing money.
Zhang Wenfeng looked blank and said: "Thank you, no need. You two will take out all the treasures on your body and allow you to keep one weapon for self-defense. Hurry up and treat it as a reward for my action."
The six men looked at each other in confusion, and it took them a while to react.
Were they robbed?
The monk touched his bald head and muttered: "Can this still happen?"
The image of the Taoist priest became so vivid in his mind that he couldn't understand it.
Inscrutable or mysterious?
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