The cool breeze of the night blows, and a sweaty scholar stands in the middle, looking at the swordsman who is holding the sword on the left and right, and looking at the young monk who is asking for help in the distance.
"The two benefactors have now divided the victory and defeat, so let's just let it go." Maitreya casually swept his gaze over Xiahourang's left arm, followed by the scholar's gaze, and went on the court to make a tie.
"Hmph, Yan Chixia, you would sharpen your sword in only half a month!" Xia Hourang looked at the monk beside him, cursed'little bald donkey' in his heart, and took the long sword in his hand. Put it down and smiled at Yan Chixia.
The words of Xia Hou Rang made Maitreya who was next to him stunned for a moment. After looking at Xia Hou Rang, he turned his gaze to Yan Chixia, secretly thinking that Yan Chixia had only arrived at Lanruo Temple half a month ago. It was a coincidence that I was lucky, and I didn't have time to run.
"No, you just wasted your youth. I hid you for seven years and you chased me for seven years. During these seven years, if you use your sword to cultivate your character, you won’t be indecisive, and you won’t be able to use the sword. Fast and not accurate."
However, Yan Chixia was beyond Maitreya's imagination, and she did not give any face to Xia Hou Rang at all. She sneered at Xi Luo and called Xia Hou Rang's black face to become red all of a sudden.
"Yan Chixia, you..." Xia Hourang didn't expect that Yan Chixia, who was modest and polite in the past, would turn her face in front of others today.
"Okay, okay, you guys are finished, too, it doesn't make sense to be noisy now, you have a big beard, people have already lost, if you still say that, he is so shameless." Xiahou made his face flushed with anger. When the long sword in his hand was shaking, the scholar pointed at by the sword hurriedly spoke.
"And you, people's beard has already let you, so why are you chasing them so hard? It's better to put down your swords and use your sincerity to influence each other. You must know that the universe is infinite. Love is eternal, and the two should never kill each other and hurt the innocent."
The scholar spoke extremely fast. First, he scorned Yan Chixia, and then Xiahourang, hoping that the two would stop making peace, so as not to affect him.
"Go to your love." Xia Hourang was so shameless by Yan Chixia that he cursed directly, then withdrew his sword and left. Bijian had already lost, and was ridiculed by Yan Chixia in public. It would be boring to stay here again. .
"Xiahou benefactor..." Maitreya looked at Xiahourang who was leaving, and wanted to open his mouth to stay. As far as he knew, this old man walked out of here, I am afraid that it would be more auspicious, but the voice of retention has just spoken, and he doesn't know what to say, after all. He is not the host here.
"What?" Xia Hou was full of resentment, facing the Maitreya who called himself, impatiently looking up at the young monk.
"If it's too late today, the atmosphere here is very dark, why not rest here for one night, deal with the injury, and wait until the Ming Dynasty dawn!" Maitreya persuaded Xiahourang.
"You...huh!" Xia Hourang just lost the sword. Hearing Maitreya's words mentioning'injury', his left arm was tight and his face became more and more uncontrollable, thinking that the other party was also ridiculing herself with Yan Chixia, angry. Go straight away.
"Xiahou benefactor, I didn’t mean it..., this place is remote. If Brother Xiahou encounters a beauty and wonder, don’t respond, stay away..." Maitreya looked at Xiahourang who was burning away in anger, and suddenly knew what he said. I was wrong, but I would like to remind you that Xiahou is really not bad except for being a little arrogant.
"Little bald donkey..." Maitreya reminded, only in exchange for a faint curse, Xia Hourang's figure was already submerged in the forest of the dark night temple.
"You scholar, let's go! If you don't leave here, no amount of love can save you." Just as Maitreya reminded the departing Xiahourang, Yan Chixia behind was rushing the poor scholar.
"Good, good, I'll go." Facing Yan Chixia's sword, the poor scholar nodded in cold sweat.
"Huh, monk, come with me." Yan Chixia finished blasting the scholar, turning her head to watch Maitreya who turned around after Xiahou.
"Amitabha Buddha." Seeing Yan Chixia summoned, Maitreya didn't doubt that he was there. He raised the stick, raised his palms and jaws to the poor scholar, and followed.
Yan Chixia walked very fast in front, Maitreya's footsteps were steady, and he followed very closely. The two of them passed through the temple in the blink of an eye and entered a hall. Only the scholar remained in the courtyard.
Not to mention the scholar leaving or staying alone, Yan Chixia led Maitreya to leave the main hall of the temple, and then slowed down, and the two walked side by side.
"You said that you are a Fusang person, cursing in you. This is to ask for the demon and exorcism, but?" Yan Chixia asked Maitreya. Today Maitreya was cooking three strong men. When he met Xiahou, he was already there. He was there and heard what he said.
"Yes, I don't know if Senior Yan is willing to enlighten me!" Maitreya nodded.
"Tell me, what kind of curse did you have?" Yan Chixia stopped and turned to look at Maitreya.
"Senior Yan, please take a look." Maitreya turned sideways and paralleled Yan Chixia, then untied the Buddha beads in his right hand, and pointed the wind cave in his palm at the ruins of the house beside it. The wind cave the size of broad beans produced huge suction, and the ruins were smaller. The broken bricks and decayed wood were all engulfed by the airflow.
"This wind cave is my family's curse. It will expand with age until it swallows no one's body. My grandfather suffered from this curse and died at forty. My father was under thirty. If I don't understand it, so will I. Maitreya didn't dare to let the wind acupuncture point inhale the foreign body, and immediately covered his palm and put on the Buddhist beads. This wind acupuncture point, not to mention inhaling a foreign body, will open for a long time, and it will gradually expand.
"What is the reason for this curse?" Yan Chixia looked a little surprised at the wind cave that Maitreya had put away, and the broken bricks and decayed wood that had fallen to the ground due to the disappearance of the wind force. There is such a thing.
"I don't know. I only know that you can eliminate the curse by eliminating the monster that casts the spell. However, the monster is very powerful, so I specially came to Middle-earth to ask for the demon-killing technique, and I beg Senior Yan to teach me how to kill the monster in the middle-earth. Magical Art!" Maitreya tied the Buddhist beads on his wrists, and knelt on one knee at the same time, asking Yan Chixia for an apprenticeship.
"How did you find me?" Yan Chixia groaned and asked.
"I landed from Jiangsu and Zhejiang. I saw a Ding Haiwei's Zuo master on Jintang Island. From him, I heard that there were two masters in the world, namely, the hand judge Yan Chixia and the strange man Zhuge Wolong. Then I paid attention. All the way along the Yangtze River into the inland to study, you will have to meet your predecessors here." Maitreya was vague, because he couldn't explain how he knew the plot.
"Well, this happened to me, but it's not easy to leave it alone. You and I are practicing people. There is a difference between Buddhism and Taoism. Let's be called brothers!" Yan Chixia saw that Maitreya said it was famous and famous. , I did have the nickname of the'Hot Hand Judge', so he nodded himself, but he didn't accept disciples, and was willing to use the'brother' to be commensurate.
"Don't hesitate, I don't say polite things. I would like to be worthy of your brother. In fact, there are some things that I want to ask you." Yan Chixia didn't wait for Maitreya to speak, and she said her own intentions. He also had something to ask Maitreya for advice, not unilaterally.
(End of this chapter)