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Meng Jian was excited.
The voice was so beautiful, he remembered it so deeply, and he knew who it was as soon as he heard it, Lu Yurong!
His expression darkened, and his handsome face turned ferocious.
The woman he originally liked actually helped Chu Li. It would be a pity to betray him and die. What is hateful is that his injuries were due to her. If he didn't help, he wouldn't be in such a mess!
Fa Wu turned to look at Meng Jian and whispered: "Donor Meng, who is this?"
"Lu Yurong!" Meng Jian said through gritted teeth.
"Lu Yurong..." Fa Wu frowned and thought for a while: "Is she the young lady from the Renguo Duke's mansion?"
"That's her!" Meng Jian sneered: "She's as beautiful as a flower, but as heart-like as a snake and a scorpion!"
"Have Master Meng seen her appearance?" Fa Wu said: "It is said that her face is rarely shown, and few people have seen her appearance. Is she really that beautiful?"
"You are a monk and you still care about whether others are beautiful or not?" Meng Jian stared at him coldly: "What kind of Buddhism are you practicing!"
"Amitabha..." Fawu hurriedly joined in the tithe: "Thank you, Master Meng, for your guidance. I'm the one who got it!"
"Humph!" Meng Jian glared at him disdainfully.
These monks are so annoying. They violate human nature in every aspect. It is a man's nature to like beautiful women. However, the monks want to have a red and pink skull, forcibly imagining it as bones and dirty flesh and blood, which is off-putting!
"Amitabha..." Fa Yuan's voice slowly sounded: "Almsgiver Lu is here, and the little monk is welcome from afar!"
"I heard that your mind-asking finger is extremely exquisite, and I came here to learn from you!" Lu Yurong's cold voice floated in the sky.
"Donor Lu, you are too complimentary. Donor Lu, if you have nothing else to do, please don't disturb everyone's morning class. The young monk will be there soon!" Fa Yuan's voice moved slowly, calmly and calmly.
"Very good, let's change places!" Lu Yurong's voice sounded.
"Amitabha..." Fa Yuan's voice gradually faded away.
Fa Wu's face was full of envy, and he sighed: "This donor Lu's cultivation is so profound that senior brother Fa Yuan can value him so much."
"Huh, what a couple!" Meng Jian said coldly.
"What a couple!?" A voice suddenly sounded behind him.
Fa Wu's eyes widened as he watched Chu Li appear out of thin air and land behind Meng Jian.
The hair on Meng Jian's body suddenly stood up, and his sapphire blue gown suddenly bulged up and stuck to his body.
"Boom..." There was a faint muffled sound in the sky.
"Okay, there is still one more palm!" Chu Li smiled and clapped it with one palm.
He didn't expect that Meng Jian still had a Yin Thunder Palm that he hadn't used yet, so he was very scheming.
"Bang!" The two palms met.
Chu Li's movements froze, then returned to normal. Before Fa Wu rushed over, he stamped his palm on Meng Jian's chest.
"Chi!" Several bloody arrows spurted out from Meng Jian's body.
Blood spurted out from his mouth and the wound where he had received the flying knife at the same time, like a leaky kettle, spraying water everywhere.
Meng Jian's Yin Thunder Palm was released, and the thieves in his body were completely empty. Then he received a slap, a solid palm, and his internal organs were smashed into pulp. Only his skin could not see any difference. It was really a success. Skinned.
Chu Li glanced at Fa Wu, smiled and said, "Excuse me."
He disappeared in a flash, flying away.
Fa Wu originally wanted to move, but he was only halfway through the move. Everything was solidified and Chu Li disappeared.
"Almsgiver Meng!" Fawu hurriedly helped Meng Jian up and mobilized his inner strength to help him heal his injuries.
As soon as his inner strength entered, he gave up and looked at Meng Jian with compassion.
Meng Jian's face turned blue, and there seemed to be a layer of black energy floating around.
He stared at Fa Wu with his eyes open: "Let senior brother avenge me! Avenge me!"
Fa Wu sighed: "Donor Meng, I will transcend the souls of the dead for you."
"You... you... dead monk!" Meng Jian's eyes suddenly widened, his body trembled, and then he died.
"Amitabha..." Fawu put down Meng Jian, bowed his head and murmured sutras.
The Dharma image floated over, and his expression changed drastically.
"Fa Wu, Meng Donor, he...?"
"Brother Faxiang, Donor Meng is dead, Amitabha..."
"Who did it?"
"Benefactor Chu."
"...Okay, okay, what a good Chu Li!" Dharma Prime Minister sighed.
Under their protection, Chu Li came calmly, killed people and left silently, treating their Great Leiyin Temple as if they were nothing. He was indeed Chu Li!
Fa Wu finished reciting a Buddhist sutra and looked up at him: "Brother Fa Xiang, Master Chu's martial arts are really powerful. I am no match for him."
"You're not injured, are you?" Fa Xiang asked hurriedly.
Fawu shook his head: "He didn't seem to have any ill intentions towards me, and he even smiled at me. Before I could reach out his hand, he had already killed Meng Meng. It was really fast. If he wanted to kill me, I would also go with Meng Meng. died!"
Faxiang said: "As long as I didn't hurt you."
"Donor Chu is not afraid of our Great Leiyin Temple at all, is he?"
"Well, he has excellent martial arts skills, and has the Duke's Palace and the Prince's Palace to rely on him. He has no respect for our Daleiyin Temple."
"Amitabha..." Fawu sighed: "Brother Faxiang, I want to go back to the temple for retreat."
"That's fine." Dharma Prime Minister nodded slowly.
He reached over Meng Jian's body, shook his head and sighed. After this palm strike, even if he took the Qi Yuan Pill, he could only breathe a sigh of relief, and it was impossible to survive.
"It's a pity, Master Meng." Fa Wu shook his head.
Meng Jian was similar to him in martial arts and had a similar background. Seeing that he was killed because he provoked a powerful opponent, he felt compassion and started to work hard. Meng Jian's today might also be his tomorrow, so he had to work hard Practice to make your martial arts stronger.
He practices Buddhism, but he is not an eminent monk or virtuous man. He is not familiar with life and death. He wants to live a better life and pursue more sophisticated martial arts.
At this moment, a young novice monk ran in: "Uncle Faxiang Master, Master Fawu Master, there is a benefactor Zhang outside who wants to see him. He said he came from the Forbidden Palace and is looking for a benefactor Meng."
Fa Xiang said slowly: "Fa Wu, you stay here while I go to greet this donor Zhang."
"Yes, Senior Brother Faxiang." Fawu responded.
In front of Ci'en Temple stood a slender middle-aged man with a face as handsome as a crown jewel and extraordinary handsomeness.
Wearing a green shirt, he stood with his hands behind his back, showing a chic and independent demeanor, looking at Ci'en Temple thoughtfully.
The gate of Ci'en Temple suddenly opened, and the Dharma Minister gave the tithe, with a solemn look on his face: "Donor Zhang, you are polite, the poor monk Dharma Minister, please come with me."
"Master Faxiang is polite." Zhang Ci cupped his fists.
The face of the fortune-telling master was solemn, and he felt something was not good. As he walked inside, he asked, "How is my junior brother's injury?"
"Donor Zhang came a step late." Dharma Prime Minister shook his head and sighed: "Donor Meng just passed away."
"Junior Brother Meng is dead?" Zhang Ci frowned: "The injury is so serious?"
The Dharma Minister shook his head: "Donor Chu just broke into our temple, alas... Amitabha!"
"Chu Li?!" Zhang Ci's face turned cold.
The Dharma Prime Minister nodded slowly.
The two of them came to the Zen monastery where Meng Jian was while talking. (To be continued.) Mobile phone users please visit w reading for a better reading experience.