Herod—
The noise of people roaring and horses roaring came from outside the temple, and the chaotic sound of horseshoes galloped around the White Horse Temple. Obviously, a large number of officers and soldiers outside had surrounded the entire White Horse Temple.
Ye Qingxuan was holding the teapot, drank the last bit of tea, and sipped it, sipping it, completely indifferent to what happened outside the temple.
Miaoxiu couldn't help laughing, and said lightly: "It's too much for you to bring the disaster to the monk, but act like you're staying out of it?"
Ye Qingxuan curled his lips, and said coldly: "I'm in a bad mood. I came back this time just to lure out a few bedbugs to loosen my muscles and bones. They have been eyeing them since I entered the city, and I just found them now. The slow response made me feel uncomfortable." People are angry..." After finishing speaking, he wiped his mouth, "Their arrival was arranged long ago, and it was an accident to meet you."
Miaoxiu smiled lightly, "You met me by accident, but I lured you here on purpose."
"Oh? But something to tell?" Ye Qingxuan frowned slightly, and asked with a smile: "Could it be related to the fact that you retired from the world and didn't show up again?"
Miaoxiu smiled and did not answer, but said something else: "I really want to take this matter into the coffin and never say it again. But if you can find me, it means that your spiritual power has reached the eighth alaya." Consciousness, reached the realm of spiritual thinking, it is not impossible to use it... This matter is worse than giving up completely, it is better to leave it to you, and you should decide what to do with the rest... "
Ye Qingxuan's expression was shocked, and he asked in a deep voice: "What's the matter?"
Miaoxiu took a step forward, whispered a sentence into Ye Qingxuan's ear, then proclaimed the Buddha's name, and returned to the original place.
Ye Qingxuan was stunned for a while, and finally sighed slightly.
Looking at Ye Qingxuan's face, Miaoxiu already knew that he knew what was on his mind, so she couldn't help but smile slightly, gently stroked the rosary on her chest, and walked out slowly.
"Where are you going?" Ye Qingxuan was taken aback, and asked quickly.
Monk Miaoxiu didn't turn his head, but his faint voice came clearly: "Everything is over, I went back to the Great Zen Temple to guard the mountain and practice..."
Boom, boom!
The courtyard walls around the White Horse Temple collapsed, and countless elite soldiers charged in. They met Monk Miaoxiu who was strolling outside.
The rain of arrows filled the sky, covering the sky and the earth like dark clouds.
"Namo Amitabha-"
An elegant Buddha's chant sounded, and the Buddha's light appeared and disappeared behind Miaoxiu's head. Instantly, it descended like a Sanskrit sound from beyond the nine-day cloud. With a tone of supreme compassion and compassion, it instantly enveloped the entire White Horse Temple.
Time seemed to have stopped at this moment, not only the rain of arrows and spears in the air stopped, but also the soldiers who were screaming and roaring stopped at this moment.
The murderous aura all over the sky dissipated in an instant, and Miaoxiu stepped out lightly, passing by the rain of arrows and spears frozen in mid-air, and walked out steadily among the soldiers and generals.
The murderous look on the faces of all the soldiers disappeared when Miaoxiu came, and replaced them with happy and joyful expressions. They all prostrated their bodies lightly and made a gesture of worship.
After Miaoxiu disappeared in the street outside the White Horse Temple, the Buddha's light frozen in the air suddenly disappeared, and with a bang, the rain of arrows and the weapons in everyone's hands fell to the ground. Looking at each other, they realized that there was no longer any killing intent in their hearts, such strange things happened to them, which made them all flustered, and then they scattered away with a whistling sound.
Two figures flashed, and Zhu Yang and Weng Xiaofei landed at the same time, looking at the direction where Miaoxiu disappeared with cautious expressions.
Zhu Yang yelled at Ye Qingxuan and asked, "Who is that monk...?"
Ye Qingxuan stood up calmly, and said slowly: "He is the monk Miaoxiu of the Great Chan Temple."
"It's him?" Weng Xiaofei looked surprised.
Zhu Yang grinned at the corner of his mouth, and said with a sneer at Ye Qingxuan: "Such people are not willing to help you, Ye Qingxuan, it seems that your popularity is not very good."
Ye Qingxuan patted the dust on his buttocks, and said with a smile: "My monk friend is from outside the country. I don't want to get my hands dirty, and I don't want to see your little lives thrown into my hands, so I stay out of it."
Hahaha…
Weng Xiaofei didn't smile, but the "sick dragon" Zhu Yang laughed so hard.
Zhu Yang said: "You think our brothers are made of mud? Tonight is your death day, I want to see if you dare to fight our brothers now..."
With a sneer on Ye Qingxuan's face, he could see that Zhu Yang was determined and dared not use his full strength so as not to affect tonight's duel. On the contrary, Weng Xiaofei sensed his strong spiritual power and self-confidence, and became hesitant. As for Miaoxiu, she sensed that her mental power was at its peak, and she urgently needed external stimulation to make a breakthrough...
And this is also the main purpose of Ye Qingxuan's adventurous appearance at this time.
hum, hum—
Two more figures flew over, "Withered Soul" Lu Da and "Sleeping Dragon" Hong Meng appeared at the same time, standing one high and one low on the bell tower and roof of the White Horse Temple. After seeing Ye Qingxuan, "Withered Soul" Lu Da Da Ya made a rattling sound, and said solemnly: "Why don't you do it? Wait for this dog thief's reinforcements?"
call-
A wisp of gray smoke emerged from Lu Da's body, and the smoke showed a grimace like a cloud of ghosts, screamed at Ye Qingxuan, and rushed down.
"[Dream Heart Sutra]—" Under Lu Da's guidance, "Sleeping Dragon" Hong Meng followed closely, pressing his sword fingers on his temples, and muttering the scriptures silently, but his body was in a trance, and instantly became Become unreal.
The strange scriptures instantly enveloped the world, and under the offensive of Luda's ghostly crying and god-crying, the scriptures became even more strange and inexplicable.
"Sleeping Dragon" Hong Meng's [Dream Heart Sutra] is a rare spiritual attack martial art, mainly attacking the enemy's mind, combined with the palm technique, killing the enemy when he is in a state of insanity.
Without the cooperation of the mind, the palm technique is extremely inferior, and it cannot be compared with the famous palm technique in the world, but once he has the [Dream Heart Sutra], his palm technique will become an unparalleled and unique move in the world.
Seeing Hong Meng's unique move, the "sick dragon" Zhu Yang immediately roared and attacked Ye Qingxuan, diverting Ye Qingxuan's attention, so that Hong Meng behind could better use the advantage of the "Dream Heart Sutra" .
At the same time, "Laughing Dragon" Weng Xiaofei also turned over and climbed onto the nearby roof, holding his throat with both hands, roared towards Ye Qingxuan who was as stable as Mount Tai in the square below, and let out the fatal sound wave of "Dragon Roar".
With his hands behind his back, Ye Qingxuan looked coldly at the deadly attack flying from all directions, with a faint smile on his lips, although the "withered soul" Luda made the first move, but this old villain did not fight Ye Qingxuan to the death The courage, but the cloud of ghost fog floating in the air, let the "sick dragon" Zhu Yang surpass.
Zhu Yang's body was blazing with metallic luster, and he stretched his body in mid-air as hard as he could, and his stellar energy instantly condensed, like a huge machete, he slashed towards Ye Qingxuan...