The ten monks injured three people in a row, but they couldn't do anything to King Muye. They were all shocked. Suddenly they heard a strange cry, and saw King Muye flicker. He reached out and caught Jingcheng's hand. Jingcheng let out a low roar, and put his strength on the iron staff. For just a moment, he felt that the iron staff was as hot as a fire staff. He was quite surprised. He knew that once he took off his hands, the iron staff would definitely be burned. King Muye snatched it away. Although his palms were burning like fire, he gritted his teeth and held on, not letting go.
King Muye laughed loudly, and used his other hand to force the two monks back with several palms. However, he pulled hard with his left hand and brought Jingcheng over. Jingcheng tightly grasped the iron staff with one hand and the other hand. He reached out and grabbed Mu Ye Wang. Mu Ye Wang chuckled and said, "Dragon Spinning Palm? A small trick." He waved his hands to meet them. Each of them grabbed the iron staff with one hand, and the other hand could not interlock for more than three rounds. , King Muye had already grabbed Jingcheng's wrist, Jingcheng screamed in surprise, and everyone saw that Jingcheng was suddenly lifted up by King Muye.
This change was so sudden that many people did not see clearly what was going on. Only a few people who were frightened could see it clearly. After Muye King grabbed Jingcheng's wrist, his left hand holding on to the iron staff suddenly let go. He stretched out several fingers and shot out a few bits of energy from his fingertips, all of which hit Jingcheng. The energy entered his acupoints. In the blink of an eye, Jingcheng was unable to move, but King Muye grabbed the handle extremely quickly. He grabbed the iron staff, then put one end of the iron staff against Jingcheng's abdomen, grabbed Jingcheng's wrist with the other hand, raised the iron staff high, and pushed Jingcheng into the air.
Everything happened in a blink of an eye, and several eminent monks were horrified. Seeing Jingcheng being restrained by King Muye, they immediately threw a rat weapon and did not dare to attack again, but just surrounded him.
King Muye laughed and said: "Da Guangming Temple is known as the best temple in the world. It is said that there are many eminent monks in the temple. Now I really have an eminent monk in my hands, who is taller than everyone else." His tone was full of disdain and ridicule.
"King Mu Ye, you...put down Senior Brother Jingcheng quickly!" Jing Neng, the leader of the Jie Hall, shouted sharply.
King Mu Ye ignored him and said loudly: "Da Guangming Temple, relying on the support of the imperial court, claims to be the best temple in the world. If the affairs of the world are not in line with your ideas, you will act arrogantly under the banner of supporting justice. This is the justice of the world. , it seems to be in the hands of you monks, you can just say it, you say it is wrong, ordinary people, there is no reason, hahaha... Now your fellow disciple is in the hands of me, and I will also talk to you today Tell me what justice is."
The monks clasped their hands together and sighed: "Almsgiver Mu, in the past eighteen years, the anger in your heart seems to have not been resolved at all."
"Stop talking nonsense." King Mu Ye sneered: "When I walked around the world, I always had my own way of doing things. Even if you bunch of stinky monks can imprison me for eighteen years, can you still lock my heart?" His eyes were like a knife, He passed over the monks and sneered: "Since you care about the friendship of the same disciples, come here, kneel down in front of me now, yes, and your disciples, disciples, and grandchildren, all kneel down before me. If I am satisfied, you can Please be patient and spare the monk in your hands." After saying that, there was another burst of wild laughter.
All the monks changed their expressions slightly.
Although this Muye King has uncanny martial arts skills, this condition is unacceptable.
This is the Daguangming Temple, which has always been considered the head of the Buddhist sect. Today, ten monks joined forces to fight King Mu Ye. Not only did they not defeat him, they also injured several people on their side. Master Jingcheng, who was admired by the monks, now Even more so, he was held high above his head by King Muye, looking extremely embarrassed.
If the monks really knelt at the feet of King Mu Ye at this time and spread the word, the reputation of Daguangming Temple would plummet, and it would be impossible to gain a foothold in this world from now on.
Many monks looked at Master Jingkong.
The thirteen bright monks are naturally headed by Master Kongzang, the abbot, followed by Master Jingchen, who ranks third. Master Kongzang has not been seen, Master Jingchen has been killed, and Master Jingkong is the leader at the moment.
It's just that a few old monks have made up their minds. Even if King Muye really wants to kill Jingcheng, they can't kneel in front of him. Jingcheng's life is important, but the reputation of Daguangming Temple is irreplaceable. , the glory that Daguangming Temple has today is due to the accumulation of countless ancestors. If you really kneel down today, everything in the past will be in vain.
Seeing the hesitation of the monks, King Muye laughed and said: "The old monk Jingchen told me that the so-called greed, anger and fame and fortune are the most harmful to people. The purpose of practicing Buddhism and Zen is to see through this. You monks have been slow to If you don’t kneel, you naturally want to preserve the reputation of Daguangming Temple. Hehe, for the sake of fame and wealth, regardless of the life and death of your fellow disciples, isn’t this a slap in the face? Hahaha...!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a voice saying: "Donor Mu's words are wrong. If you kneel down to save a soul, it is really nothing to me as a monk. But Donor Mu used his power to bully others. Daguangming Temple But he will never give in." The voice was extremely majestic.
When Qining heard the first sentence, the voice seemed to come from behind him. When he turned around, he felt a gray shadow passing by. By the time he finished speaking, the voice was already above the square. Before he spoke, The human voice was not very loud, but it was clearly heard by everyone present.
However, the group of monks saw that a gray shadow fell from the sky and landed in front of several old monks. It was tall and slender, taller than the other old monks, with white beards and gray robes. With hands clasped together, the group of monks He was immediately recognized as Master Kongzang, the abbot of Daguangming Temple.
When King Mu Ye saw Kong Zang descending from the sky, the corners of his eyes twitched slightly, and then he smiled and said: "Kong Zang, you still came out."
"Donor Mu, if I remember correctly, you are ninety-nine this year, and in another year, you will be seventy." Kongzang's voice was low and majestic: "Seventy years are rare in life, and Donor Mu is doing some meditation in this temple. Eighteen years, according to Lao Monk's idea, and in two more years, when the almsgiver has been in this temple for twenty years, you can go down the mountain to study on your own."
When Qi Ning heard this, he was a little surprised, thinking to himself that King Mu Ye was already so old.
Seventy years of life are rare. It is really amazing that someone at such an age can still have such martial arts. Just now he saw the two sides fighting. From the speed of Muye King's movements, it was completely impossible to tell that he was so old.
However, most of the Thirteen Bright Monks are already old, but their martial arts skills are not low. I thought that the way of martial arts sometimes has no direct relationship with age.
He had heard Jingkong say that Master Kongzang was seriously ill and could not handle the affairs of the temple, but now he saw that Master Kongzang was majestic and did not look sick at all. He thought that the old monk Jingkong was also deceiving him. He said that he would not lie to his family members, but when Jingkong told lies, his face did not turn red and his heart did not beat. It seemed that the old monk was really very thick-skinned.
"Kongzang, you are hypocritical and sanctimonious. In the eyes of others, you may be an eminent monk, but in my eyes, you are just a hypocrite who talks sweetly and has a sword." King Muye said with a sneer, "I have been imprisoned by you for eighteen years. , you said it so easily in just a few words, do you really think that the feud of eighteen years will just be brushed aside?"
Master Kongzang sighed: "Donor Mu, if you escape, in just one day, several lives of our Daguangming Temple will be lost in your hands. Junior Brother Jingchen has been giving lectures to you without interruption every month for the past eighteen years, but... He said that I have a master-disciple relationship with you, but you killed him in a sneak attack. With such a violent attitude, how can I let you leave with confidence?"
"If you hadn't been so nosy back then, we wouldn't be where we are today." King Muye sneered, "I think I had no grudges against your Daguangming Temple back then. Everyone in the world said that your Daguangming Temple was a temple of mercy. You also have some respect, no offense, but you are meddling in other people's business. I didn't bring you trouble, but you did. Those people I killed today are all your own fault."
Master Kongzang clasped his hands and eyes together and sang: "Amitabha!" All the old monks and the monks in the square also immediately clasped their hands and chanted.
"Kongzang, there's no need to talk nonsense." King Muye said coldly: "Back then, I killed eight people. You pursued me hard for this, and finally took advantage of others' danger and let me be imprisoned for eighteen years. I will do the same this time. I killed eight people, let’s see what you can do today.”
Qi Ning was startled, and then he realized that King Muye's deliberate killing of eight people, including Master Jingchen, in this temple had something to do with that year.
An old monk couldn't help but said sternly: "King Muye, you kill innocent people indiscriminately, and you are still here to plausibly say something."
"Those eight people back then were killed by me, but they were harmed by Beigong Liancheng." King Muye said coldly: "These eight people today, like those years ago, died at my hands, but they were harmed by you."
Qi Ning was very confused when he heard this, thinking that Mu Ye Wang had killed someone back then, what does it have to do with Beigong Liancheng
Master Kongzang said: "Almsgiver Mu, put down your butcher knife and become a Buddha immediately. Your anger has not been eliminated, so I can only ask you to continue to be beautiful in this temple. If one day you can understand the Buddha's teachings and truly achieve the true result, you may not be able to go down the mountain. Chance."
King Mu Ye laughed and said: "You still want to keep me for eighteen more years? Hehe, I am a man who knows destiny. Not to mention eighteen years, even eight years, I may not be able to survive. I have to endure eighteen years. Years are waiting until one day I can come out and complete what I have not finished. Kongzang, you know in your heart that I don’t want to kill more people. If you come out this time, as long as you take two lives, you will die without regrets."
Master Kongzang sighed: "It seems that Donor Mu doesn't want to turn around anymore."
"Stop talking nonsense." King Mu Ye snorted coldly: "If you don't die, I will feel uneasy. If Beigong City is not destroyed, I will die with my eyes in peace." He took two steps forward and said: "Kongzang, eighteen years have passed, I I want to see if there is any improvement in your martial arts." As soon as he finished speaking, the iron staff he held in his hand swung violently, and Jingcheng, who was held in the air, flew straight towards Kongzang like a kite.