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On horseback, Xuan Shen entered the Pure Land and told the monks what had happened to him, which immediately aroused indignation. Shaolin immediately sent twenty monks to the Western Regions. The rest of Buddhism also responded. Gather a team of martial arts masters and rush to Qinzhou together to seek justice for the villagers.

After chasing them for three days, they finally caught up with the Lama of the King Kong Sect and his party 30 miles outside Qinzhou.

Seeing the wounds of the villagers, Sanjie couldn't help crying. He bravely rushed into the thieves to fight, Xuan Shen hurriedly stopped him and walked to the front.

"Dare to ask who is the master of King Kong Sect?"

A red monk wearing a cockscomb hat came out from the crowd.

"Om! What an original monk, dare to stop Buddha's way!"

"Amitabha, the poor monk is here to ask the master to bypass these innocent villagers."

"Hey! There is such a light thing in the world, if you say nothing, do you want to listen to the Buddha? I think you are disrespectful to the Tathagata, and disrespectful to the Dharma! When I take you down and take you to Qin Let the state take the lead!"

Such rhetoric is really frightening.

The Lama was unreasonable and ignored. He rushed forward in three or two steps and lifted his right palm. He saw that his palm was red, and there were more piercing electric flashes. It was like a Thunder King soldering iron. !

"Outside the road!"

The palm is as sharp as a knife.

Chapter One Hundred and Ten

The monk was coming so fiercely, Xuan Shen didn't dare to stand up to his front, so he drew lightly and retreated.

The palms of the soul were shot in a series, and the palms changed, as if a red lotus was opened out of thin air.

Xuan Shen saw that the lama was inflexible on his feet, so he frequently dodged his side, and pointed to the virtual acupuncture point of the monk's body, breaking the air. This is the sixth-order martial arts compassion finger of Jingye Temple. Because, only take people, do not kill.

However, the Vajra sect master's tricks were old and hot. He raised his palm and waved his sleeves, and the protective body was swirling, resisting the force of the fingers.

The two of them, one is superb, the other is well-guarded, and neither of them can compete, and the scene becomes stalemate.

Seeing that he couldn't fight for a long time, the lama suddenly became impetuous, and when he made a careless move, he was hit by the monk at the Sanli point on the right foot. He immediately felt soreness in his legs and poor blood flow, making him unable to catch up with Xuan Shen.

So the monk continued to show his compassionate fingers to seal the acupoints around the lama little by little.

A good monk, just listening to him reciting the mandala mantra, the body guard's vitality has risen again and again, and Xuan Shen's finger power can no longer penetrate the invisible gas mask outside his body.

"The monk! If you don't stop, Lord Buddha will ask people to kill all those lowly servants!"

Xuan Shen's heart tightened, and saw that the entourage had already drawn out the steel knives and pushed the blades against the villagers' necks.

"Well! The poor monk will stop! Don't harm the innocent!"

The lama smiled fiercely, rushed up and gave Xuan Shen a slap in the face, and knocked his thin body far away. The monk fell to the ground, spitting out a few mouthfuls of blood, and wanted to stand up again but was helpless.

Seeing that the rescuers had been defeated, all the villagers suddenly lost their thoughts. Some cried out loudly, some cried out for mercy, some glared at the bandits, and they reached the most negative position for a time.

Monk Xuan Shen was lying on the ground, surrounded by dust, watching the blue sky and flowing clouds, listening to the thumping of blood hitting his eardrums, suddenly felt that this was also good, so he confessed his body and accompanied the sun, moon and stars.

In the next instant, the evil lama lifted Xuan Shen, sealed several key points on his chest, temporarily stopped the bleeding, and then squeezed his limbs off.

Xuan Shen cried out in pain, dripping with cold sweat.

Over there, Sanjay uttered a roar, drew out a bright dagger, rushed over, and the short blade slashed on the lama's bare neck like a cold electric, but only heard a dull sound, and the white blade was cut in A piece of oil-soaked cowhide was average, and it slid away without hurting the lama at all.

"Huh!" Fan Seng fluttered back with his palm. Sang Jie tried to dodge, and was rubbed by the palm wind on his right arm. He broke his bones and fell to the ground. His face was pale in pain, and he couldn't scream.

Among the bound villagers, Dolma screamed like a jackdaw, sad and sad.

Xuan Shen lowered his eyes, "Why... why bother, both are Buddhism...children..."

"Hey! Just because Lord Buddha is happy! Monk, I heard that you bewitched these boys. You are a taboo!" The monk had a satisfying smile on his face, "This is a huge snowy area, no one knows My Immeasurable Vajra Sect is an authentic Buddhism. The original monks among you, all day long talking about crooked ways to confuse the public. Now it’s okay, these guys will die, you must die!

Xuan Shen wept and looked sad, "It turns out that the poor monk killed them!"

"It's good to know, now I can go on the road with peace of mind. It is not in vain that Lord Buddha is merciful. Come on, take him to Qinzhou together."

The pulled crowd and the prisoners bound by ropes, like cows and horses with nose rings and saddles, were dragged by them, running fast, stirring up the sand and dust. On the plateau, this was already a torture.

Only then did Xuan Shen understand why they came across this group of people after chasing them for three days. The reason is simple. The lama is forcing the villagers to rush.

He was carried on a horse, running ups and downs, breaking bones and hitting his heart, but he still cheered up and scanned the villagers again, and there were many elderly people missing.

Nameless anger burns in his chest, but anger comes from the pain of powerlessness, and he is powerless, powerless!

Lama and Xuan Shen rode together. At this time, Yun Gong rushed through the blocked acupuncture point, and his mood was also relieved, but he heard a murmur in his ear.

"Nano... the Great Merciful and Compassionate Deer Yuan Bodhisattva."

"Nano... the Great Merciful and Compassionate Deer Yuan Bodhisattva."

"Wang Bodhisattva pity the world..."

The lama frowned and thought: "This monk from the east is really clueless. The so-called decent sects are such weak people...Who is this Bodhisattva of Deer?"

He asked Xuan Shen, "Monk! Which apocrypha of the Bird Bodhisattva in your mouth is in!"

Xuan Shen's face became more and more miserable, and he kept reciting the name of the Bodhisattva without answering.

The lama was boring and shut up bitterly.

With the sound of horseshoes, footsteps, panting, howling, scolding, the sun is scorching people, the air is thin, and the dust is full, Xuan Shen slowly forgets everything, forgetting the pain, and his mind is empty. He feels that he is falling.

The soul falls faster than the body.

Xuan Shen came to a quiet lake. The dome of stars and moonlit nights was reflected on the lake, and strangely, there was still a round of sun in the sky.

The sun did not shine all the light.

The night was able to preserve his mysterious gauze.

Xuan Shen was walking around the lake when someone suddenly greeted him.

"Grandmaster!"

Is a little novice monk.

"This junior is polite, dare to ask why?"

Ben You said, "Brother, don't you know where you are?"

Xuan Shen saw that the novice monk was expressionless, as if he was not a good kind, and immediately felt grief and thought: "So the little monk is here in the land of reincarnation? This little monk took me to reincarnation, so pity the villagers, I really Did not rescue one..."

Seeing him in tears, he said that he was too excited, so that Cheng Xiang Xuan Shen said, "Please take the little monk to see King Yan."