In the afternoon of the same day, a group of black armored knights stopped their horses in front of Baoan Temple and made a gesture for the leader. The rest immediately dispersed and surrounded the entire temple.
Among them, the only unarmored purple-robed man stepped forward and said, "Knock on the door."
Leading the troops was the imperial city soldier Mastis Cai Yue. He came to arrest King Qing's Yu Dang by the emperor's decree, thinking that it was a perfect opportunity to make meritorious deeds, but he did not expect that the emperor would also send an inner guard to accompany him, so he felt resentment in his heart, and he did not consciously bring out a bit of yin and yang strangeness on his mouth: "One without a hand is bound to accompany him. Ji Zhili's sick seedling, it's easy to catch him, why bother to work with Mr. Lu, you must be too careful."
Lu Qingzhong was unsmiling and unmoved, and glanced at him lightly: "Has Cai Tisi never heard about the birthday banquet of Princess Dongyang? Although the prince of Qing is frail, he is knowledgeable and talented, and once instructed the guards to defeat Tuozhou Chu family. If he sets up a hidden weapon here today, you and I are not careful, how can you have the life to return to Beijing?"
Cai Yue was completely blocked by his words, and he had no power to retaliate. He turned his head in anger and yelled at the sergeant: "What are you doing! Are you trying to let the remnants of the rebels go?"
Lu Qingzhong frowned when he heard him pointing out that Sang and scolding Huai were inappropriate. Just at this moment, the little novice came to open the door, and when he saw the murderous black-clothed soldier, he could not help shrinking, and clasped his hands nervously: "The donors have come from afar, please come in for a chat."
Cai Gao said: "Where is the abbot of Baoan Temple? This official has ordered to arrest the remnants of King Qing who rebelled against the party, and dares to hide and protect those who are the same crime as treason!"
Before he finished speaking, Lu Qingzhong next to him neatly turned over and dismounted, stepped forward unhurriedly, and said to the little novice, "It's time for work."
Cai Yue: "..."
Although he was Mattis, a soldier of the imperial city, he had the power to transfer troops, but Lu Qingzhong was one of the nine masters in the big inner circle and a third-rank official.
To Cai Yue, the move of surname Lu was like pressing him to the ground and stepping on his foot. However, the power was greater than that of the people, Lu Qingzhong did not make a sound, and he could not move without permission. He had to bow his head and dismount, and followed Lu Qingzhong into the Baoan Temple cursingly.
In the Buddhist hall, there are many lights and shadows. In this light, the golden statue of the Buddha is particularly deep and tall, which contrasts with the thinness and thinness of the abbot Huitong in front of the Buddha.
When Lu Qingzhong entered the Buddha Hall, he bowed three times to the Buddha statue before turning to Abbot Huitong, and said politely, "I'm here at Lu Qingzhong, under His Majesty's holy order, and I hope that Prince Qing will come out to meet you."
Abbot Huitong took the eleventh ceremony, and did not pretend to be a snake with him, and said bluntly: "Your Excellency came with a killing knife, does Yurou An dare to meet with the axe?"
Lu Qingzhong didn't expect that he wouldn't even pretend. After looking at the Daxiong Palace, he looked at the old monk in front of him. He was hesitant for a while and didn't know which drama Wen Heng was singing. Voice: "King Qing intends to rebel, this crime is a sure thing, hiding is useless, it's just a waste of time, if the prince doesn't want to harm others, please show up quickly and follow me back to Beijing!"
He sent out a voice with strong inner strength, resounding through the Buddhist hall, like a long bell tolling, echoing endlessly. Cai Yue stood closer, his ears were buzzing from the roar, and he was disgusted, so he could not help but take a few steps back. Abbot Huitong remained unmoved, unaffected, and said in an ordinary voice: "I have heard for a long time that the Qingdiao Hall's 'Hejubixiao' is famous, but when I see it now, it is indeed extraordinary."
Lu Qingzhong's heart skipped a beat, and he thought to himself, "How does this old monk recognize this kung fu?"
Qingdiaotang is a small sect in Bozhou. Among its exercises, there is a "Hejubixiao", which uses a secret method to send out the voice with internal force. The listeners with high martial arts will not be easily agitated; if those who do not have martial arts listen to , ranging from tinnitus incessant to severe bleeding from the seven orifices. Lu Qingzhong revealed this move intentionally to give Wen Heng a slap in the face, to let him know how powerful he is, and to relent in time. Who would have thought that Wen Heng didn't show up, so he tried to find a hidden abbot Huitong.
Lu Qingzhong entered the world before his reputation became known. There were very few people who knew that he was born and taught. Qingdiaotang is not a famous sect in the world. No matter what aspect is considered, it should not be easily dismissed by an old monk in a mountain temple. . Lu Qingzhong had long known that Wen Heng had dabbled in martial arts of all schools in Jianghu, and now he was even more suspicious that Wen Heng was hiding in the temple. As soon as he failed, he understood that Abbot Huitong was determined to stop him, so he stopped being polite and said bluntly: "Lu has lived in Beijing for ten years, and did not know that such a master is hidden in Baoan Temple. Since Master today insists on blocking me, Lu A certain came to learn the master's great tricks."
Abbot Huitong said: "I am ashamed to say that I have received the love from the benefactor. When the poor monk took refuge, he swore an oath before the Buddha.
Lu Qingzhong asked: "Master said this, is he willing to capture it without his hands?"
Huitong: "No, the Buddhist temple here is equipped with kerosene and fire/medicine. If Shizhu Lu insists on being vicious, the whole Baoan Temple will have no choice but to return to bliss with you all."
Lu Qingzhong was stunned for a moment, then smiled dumbly: "I never thought that the behavior of the abbot of Bao'an Temple was even more fierce than that of a mortal like me."
He thought about it for a while, and suggested: "In this case, you and I will have a match. If the master's skills are better, I will stop here and let the world go away, how about it?"
When Cai Yue heard this, he hurriedly said, "Master Lu! That's the remnant of a traitor, how dare you resist the decree?"
Lu Qingzhong smiled and said: "Your Majesty asked, I naturally have something to say, it's your turn to meddle with your own business? Go away!" After saying that, he pushed it with a palm, his robe sleeves bulged, and Cai Yue flew straight out of the hall. Fall into the crowd of people waiting outside the hall.
Although he is an inner guard, he has a somewhat martial demeanor when his temper comes up. Since he has made up his mind to compete with Huitong, no one can stop him, so he immediately slaps a palm: "The idlers are gone, it's my turn The master is asking for advice!"
Huitong sighed and said, "The reincarnation of the heavens is due to fate, and it should be like this." He also shook his monk robe, flew up to meet Lu Qingzhong, and gave him a palm. The internal forces of the two are connected, and the air waves are surging. Although it is a temptation, it also uses 50 to 60% of the effort, each of them is surprised, and jumps back at the same time.
Lu Qingzhong said in his heart, "This old monk has such deep internal skills, and he has never seen his palms before. I don't know where he came from?"
However, Huitong thought to himself, "Lu Qingzhong ranks sixth among the masters in the big inner circle, and his internal strength is already so strong. I don't know how powerful the first few should be? Today, it is impossible to escape death. The only way is to sacrifice his life to delay, or he may earn a ray of life for the prince."
The two of them thought about Fang Ding, and they had their own plans, but they attacked at the same time. In his life, Lu Qingzhong learned, in addition to the martial arts of Qingdiaotang, the secret collection of "Tianhe Treasure Scroll" and many other martial arts. "Tianhe Treasure Scroll" is the first-class internal power secret book in the world, and all the exercises in the Neishutang are top-grade. Lu Qingzhong has devoted himself to researching it for more than ten years, and has become the top master in the world. Ke Huitong was no more than an old country monk, but he was able to compete with him in an indistinguishable battle, and his palms were as sharp and swift as swords, which he had never seen before, forcing Lu Qingzhong to retreat to the front of the Buddhist temple several times.
Lu Qingzhong struggled with his own deep internal strength, and spread out the "Shocking Waves of Heaven and Earth", splitting four palms one after another. Huitong's long beard fluttered, and instead of retreating, he advanced, facing him in the air with four palms. Each palm took a step forward, just like splitting a mountain and dividing the sea. When the fifth palm was sent out, the person was already in front of him. If he couldn't dodge it, Lu Qingzhong's Tianling cover was bound to be shattered by Huitong.
Lu Qingzhong couldn't fight hard, jumped back and jumped out of the threshold, only to feel a faint pain from the five palms provoked by the sea of anger. Recalling the critical situation just now, I couldn't help but sigh, "Thank you for being merciful, Master, I'm not as good as others, and I'm convinced that I lost."
Just now, Huitong suddenly retracted his palms when he came to the juncture. He was counterattacked by his own internal force, and his chest was also full of pain. He stood for a moment and said, "Agree."
At that moment, the timing of Lu Qingzhong's retreat was slightly different. If Huitong had not stopped his palms in time, he would not have been able to stand here unscathed.
Since Lu Qingzhong was forced out of the Buddhist temple, he was considered a defeat, so he kept his promise and didn't take a step, just stood outside the threshold and said: "I see the master in the hands of the law, bleak and fierce, and the sword is threatening, I have only seen it in my life, Dare to ask the master's surname and name, where is the teacher's inheritance?"
Huitong politely declined: "No name, not worth mentioning."
Lu Qingzhong sighed in disappointment: "Master doesn't want to see the report, so I don't want to ask more. I just heard that there is a long-lost 'Baji Swordsmanship' in the Yanling School of Mizhou, which was famous for a while, but unfortunately I won't be able to see it in the future. already."
Huitong remained silent.
After Lu Qingzhong said such a gossip, he stopped lingering, turned to go down the stairs, and said in a high voice, "Lu is willing to admit defeat today, I hope the prince will do it for himself!"
The door of the Buddhist hall slowly closed behind him, covering a room where the candlelight flickered.
Cai Yue watched helplessly as the duck with its mouth flew away. He was about to be pissed off by this foolish madman. However, he had just been slapped by Lu Qingzhong. Knowing that this man couldn't be provoked, he had no choice but to catch up with Lu Qingzhong with hatred and ordered the entire team. Exit the Baoan Temple.
Inside the Buddhist hall, Huitong swayed slightly and fell on the futon. His skinny fingers trembled slightly, and he moved the sandalwood rosary one by one, muttering sutras, letting the black lines at the mouth of his heart travel along the meridians and all over his limbs, quickly eroding his meridians and internal organs.
Although Lu Qingzhong kept his word and let Wen Heng go, he didn't say that he would let Huitong go. When the two competed, he could have killed Lu Qingzhong on the spot, but after all, he was soft-hearted, and instead gave the opponent a chance.
I don't know what kind of poison Lu Qingzhong gave him. When he was about to die, he didn't feel any pain. Instead, he felt a warm warmth. It seemed that he had returned to the warm spring day in Yanling. He and his brothers and sisters are still young, and they learn martial arts in one place every day.
But the world is like a cloud of smoke, and in the blink of an eye, everything is different. He has been in retreat for three years, and he has mastered his swordsmanship. The first news he heard after seeing Tianri was the good news that his junior sister had married a young hero from another family.
At that time, he was arrogant and unwilling to admit that he was sad in his heart. He left the school in a rage and left the country. He gradually made a name for himself in the rivers and lakes. Youshan's Sword Discussion Conference.
It was unexpected and expected to reunite with someone from the past. He thought that several years had passed, and the old things had already been put down, but when the incident came, he realized that he had overestimated himself and underestimated the word "love".
Both sad and happy, more intoxicating than spirits. He took the stage with a sword and applied what he had learned in his life.
Maybe it was because his mind was too shallow and he didn't know how to hide it, so that people could see the clues, so the good person urged the husband of the junior sister to come on the stage to compete with him, facing him from a distance in the eyes of thousands of eyes.
That was the most serious and the most unwilling to recall sword battle in his life.
He clearly wasn't drunk, but he was obsessed, knowing that the man was by no means his opponent, he still stabbed with a sharp and difficult sword, straight and pierced through his chest.
From the acclaimed "young talent" to the evil villain who is cast aside by the masses, it only takes this sword.
He was shot down from the high platform with the palm of the palm of the angry senior brother, broke several ribs, and the long sword that never left his body was broken and discarded. The corpse, the pain in the heart that jumped down from the edge of the cliff.
For the sake of his fellow sect in the past, the senior sect master did not kill him, but expelled him from the Yanling Sect. He dragged his sick and disabled body and wandered all the way to the Tianshou, and was finally taken in by the former abbot of Baoan Temple, Dianhua. The young swordsman and the stunning "Bajoku Sword", as well as those hidden but unreported thoughts, were like fireworks, flickering only for a moment, then turned around and escaped into the silent ancient temple in the mountains.
The days are passing fast, just when Huitong himself was about to forget the blood-stained past, a guard covered in dust knocked on the gate of Baoan Temple.
At that time, he looked at the dilapidated door plaque, and thought in a trance that if the sister-in-law was still alive, her child should be at the age of starting a family by now.
As soon as he became a Buddha, Wen Heng, the eldest son of King Wen Kezhen of Qing, was born in this small temple. His life like a pool of stagnant water seemed to be swept away by the spring breeze for a short time, and he got a breath, which made him steal his life in this world by chance. fifteen years.
However, the karma that was planted decades ago turned out to bear the last fruit until today.
The door shaft made a sluggish "squeak" sound, and the little novice quietly pushed open the door of the Buddhist hall and called out "Master". The voice was tender and innocent, it rang in my ears, and it overlapped with the old picture in my mind. He seems to have returned to Yanling, the mountains are full of fragrant grass and wild flowers, leaning on a wooden sword in the spring breeze, shouting crisply in the distance: "Master!"
The little novice did not wait for a reply, and walked lightly to Huitong, only to see that the abbot's eyes were tightly closed, the corners of his lips were smiling, and he had long since lost his breath.
In shock, he went to probe the abbot's breath, and finally collapsed and burst into tears: "Master!"
The first heavy snow in the early winter of this year came quietly in his trembling cry.
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