Monk Moyun and Zhan Donglai, the father and son, headed straight for a small temple on a hill.
According to Shuai Tianfan, after Zhu Wusheng killed several old monks in the temple, he forcibly occupied it. He didn't even leave the house for several days, and barely survived on the food in the temple.
It can be exposed, but the old man who came here for many days to sell rice vegetarian dishes was killed by Zhu Wusheng again. The family waited for a day and did not come back, so they reported to the government, but halfway they were caught by the subordinates of Sansheng Island who had been investigating Zhu Wusheng's whereabouts intelligence.
This time, Monk Moyun and his son came here to question Zhu Wusheng Xingshi.
The mountain where the temple is located is not high, looking from the hill where Ye Qingxuan and the two are located, you can just see the gate of the temple.
There are 1,800 stone steps going up step by step. But when Monk Moyun stepped on the first step, Zhu Wusheng appeared at the gate of the mountain.
Monk Moyun smiled slightly, and went up the stairs. Zhu Wusheng's face sank like water, and he walked down slowly.
Zhan Donglai wanted to go up with his father, but was stopped by Monk Moyun, a sneer twitched from the corner of his handsome mouth, and he said flatly: "If my father can't even kill a seriously injured demon monk, what qualifications do he have to fight for hegemony? "
Zhan Donglai retreated silently, took out the "Supreme Heavenly Sword" from his back with both hands, knelt down on one knee, and held the precious sword to his father.
Monk Moyun laughed, picked up the sword, and walked towards the mountain with his head held high.
The sun was shining.
The sky and the earth seemed to be frozen, with a strong momentum.
Zhu Wusheng's eyes were like lightning, and his obese body looked down at Monk Moyun like Maitreya Buddha, but he didn't see him speak, and his majestic voice came down the mountain, and the words were clearly transmitted to everyone's ear drums, letting Buddha into the world The No. 1 demon monk murmured in their ears: "Little Moyun, hahaha... How I wish you came to see me today to drink and chat, and to conspire with great things. You fell into the trick of the child, so that the white lotus was overthrown, and the strength was damaged. I wanted to borrow Qinghua's yin and prosperity body to reconcile the injury, but I was so tired that you broke the precept and left the Sansheng Island. It is a sin to ask my Xingshi for your sins , sin."
Monk Moyun held the treasured sword behind his back and walked leisurely towards the temple. Hearing this, he laughed dumbly and said, "Brother Wusheng's words are really interesting. It seems that if you were not seriously injured, or if you didn't take Qinghua away, what would happen between you and me?" It seems that there are no old debts to settle, have you forgotten that the family teacher was seriously injured and died because of brother Wusheng's sneak attack halfway?"
"Injustice, injustice." Zhu Wusheng repeatedly denied: "It was Ning Zhongliu who killed the Lingshi. What's the matter with the great monk? It's just a coincidence, and I met Ling Shizun who was seriously injured and dying. Alas, the great monk also wanted it at that time." The rescuer gave me a helping hand, but there is no way to recover..."
"Hahaha..." Monk Moyun raised his head and laughed loudly, and said, "There is no way to recover, so you slapped your teacher on the chest to help him reach the ultimate bliss early, and then threatened everyone in the sect not to show up." Martial arts, otherwise you will have to kill them all? Zhu Wusheng, speaking of it, you are really wronged..."
Ye Qingxuan and the others were shocked when they heard it. They never expected that Zhu Wusheng and Monk Moyun would have so many quarrels, and Monk Moyun's words were like blades, just like his people, step by step up the steps, and every move Cut to the opponent.
The two masters of the rivers and lakes confronted each other, and from the moment they met, the competition had actually already begun.
Zhu Wusheng raised his head and laughed, his fat body kept trembling. He shook his head and said with a wry smile, "Isn't that the rumors in the Jianghu said that your brothers are going to seek revenge from me? You were harmed by others, so you said such words, just to save your life. You see, because of this, you, Xiao Moyun, can live freely and freely until today."
Monk Moyun snorted and sneered, "So, I should still thank you?"
"They are all disciples of the Buddhist family, so there is no need to be so polite." Zhu Wusheng smiled until his eyes narrowed.
The postures of the two sides are getting closer and closer, and now half of the thousand eight steps have been walked, and the distance between the two is less than fifty feet.
Zhu Wusheng looked as handsome as before, with golden light all over his body, like a round of sun radiating more and more powerful light and heat, with a pair of squinted eyes with a smile that looks down on the world and an innocent look that is indifferent to the world, he can't blink He blinked at Monk Moyun, as if he was not welcoming an enemy, but a friend.
Monk Moyun calmly and continuously stepped up the stone steps. At this time, the two of them were less than thirty feet together. He heard a small stream flowing in the mountain stream beside him. Brother Maitreya fought, but he was also very happy."
Zhu Wusheng put away his weird smile, a ferocious expression rarely appeared on his face, and asked incomparably gloomyly: "Xiao Moyun, I wonder how much time you are confident that you can take my life?"
Monk Moyun showed a sarcasm, and said lightly: "At this time, you are still lucky? Think I will just say a random number for the sake of face? The martial arts have reached the level of you and me, and the road is as simple as you want. There are countless unique skills, and the ones that are really useful are those one or two moves. But no matter how many moves you have, if you, Zhu Wusheng, dare to use the same move twice in front of me, you will be courting death!"
Zhu Wusheng laughed hoarsely, and said: "This time you dug a hole for me. If I try to save face and insist on using the same move twice, or only dare to use it once, I will fall into your trap."
Monk Moyun smiled lightly, "Then why don't you try it out, are my words scaring you, or do I really have this strength..."
"There is one thing, there is one thing." Zhu Wusheng laughed loudly, the distance between the two sides had already narrowed to ten feet, at this time the two sides paused at the same time, and they even stood still together.
"Zhu Wusheng, are you ready?" Monk Moyun asked coldly.
"Come on." Zhu Wusheng folded his palms together and slowly closed his eyes.
"Zhu Wusheng—" Monk Moyun stretched out his hand towards the "Supreme Heavenly Sword" on his back, and snorted coldly: "Look at the sword—"
Clang!
The "Supreme Heavenly Knife" was slowly unsheathed. At that moment, the world was full of murderous aura, and the world suddenly lost its color. It seemed that all the energy and color of the world were sucked by this knife.
The blade slowly pointed at the sky, and a crack was cut through the cloudy sky by the blade. This feeling is extremely strange and weird, it is difficult to explain, it cannot be described.
Ye Qingxuan and the others were immediately dumbfounded, almost unable to believe their eyes.
Zhu Wusheng still clasped his palms together, his eyes were full of strange lights, and he focused on Monk Moyun.
Monk Moyun took a step forward, and the distance of ten feet passed by in an instant. The "Supreme Heavenly Knife" was no fancy, and it could even be said to be extremely ugly. But Zhu Wusheng, who was the first to bear the brunt, felt that there was no way to avoid it, so he could only put his palms across his forehead and fight him hard.