Great Sui Guoshi

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People screamed, and in the chaos, two or three figures rushed out of the crowd and came towards the hillside. Within a few steps, they were already close. When they saw Lu Liangsheng and Taoist, they were stunned for a moment, ready to raise their hands, Put it down quickly, and spoke in a low voice.

"The companion in the ambush victim injured the monk, but let him take two children and escape."

"Hmph, he can't go far!"

Zhu Ziyi palmed out the sleeves of his robe, quickly drew with his fingertips, and waved outwards, a reddish aura chased him away.

"Hurry up and chase him!"

"Wait a minute, everyone."

Lu Liangsheng couldn't help but open his mouth, and arched his hands towards Zhu Ziyi.

"Since my companion and I are here, why don't you go with you, so that we can help you a little bit."

Over there, the middle-aged man nodded and looked at the scholar, then exchanged glances with the few people over there, with a smile on his face.

"Alright, one more person means more strength. I wonder if the two of you know how to hurry?"

Seeing Lu Liangsheng nodding his head, Zhu Ziyi didn't stop him any more, and told the people on his side, and then he said something to the scholar and the Taoist priest.

"Divide into two routes and stop the monk. If he can be captured alive, he must be brought back for interrogation. After his cultivation level is abolished, he will be handed over to the government for disposal."

"That's exactly the reason!"

The scholar cupped his hands and said.

After all, he formed a road with the other party's three people, along the southeast of Liyang, along the light red aura, crossing mountains and mountains, light body martial arts and shrinking to an inch, which is no worse than Taoist's magical skills, and the forests and fields The foothills blurred back into view.

Tread Tread...

The footsteps rushed to lift up fallen leaves, and when passing through the forest in front, his feet stopped abruptly. Lu Liangsheng listened attentively, like a bronze bell tore through the dusk.

The Taoist and three monks sent by Zhu Ziyi came from the side.

"Did you hear that?"

"Over there!" Lu Liangsheng lowered his voice.

Looking at the col, the wind roared fiercely, like the loud bang of thunder on a sunny day, blasting one after another.

All of a sudden, dust billowed everywhere.

boom!

Boom boom boom!

A few figures passed through the splashing loess and sand like ghosts, and the palms of the hands had flames that felt nothingness, condensed into groups, and went forward.

The strong wind roared, filled the dust, and the figure in the yellow monk's robe was tall and fat, like a Maitreya. He erected the fearless seal and let go of the big yellow cloth bag in his hand.

"Om!"

At dusk, the Buddha's name rolls away like a torrent of bells.

In an instant, the fat body glowed with a faint golden light, the soil under his feet cracked, and like a huge rock flying down, he slammed into the body of a figure who came first, and the other two who rushed were only wiped from the side.

The figure flew upside down in an instant, one person hit the tree, the tree broke and fell down, and the other person hit the mountain wall, blood seeped out, leaving a scarlet scarlet in the shape of a human on the mountain wall, and the corpse slowly slid down, softening into a puddle. Meat.

The last person who was hit head-on was grabbed by the monk's neck, suspended in the air, and then... slammed on the ground.

Bah!

The ground was sunken, showing a big pit. The man was still alive, and while he was panting violently, he struggled to utter a few words:

"Pray that the fire will not be released..."

The ankle tightened, and the man's words were cut off before he finished speaking. The monk grabbed and dragged his body up again, drew an arc in the air, fell to the other side, and smashed hard on the ground.

Earth and rocks splashed, and the figure that had been smashed into the pit was dragged up again, flung across the air, and hit the previous place heavily.

"roll!"

Bang bang slammed several times, the monk kicked him flying, fell to the ground and rolled several times before stopping, the monk's clothes were torn, he vomited blood, he had long since lost his human shape.

The fat monk held a blood-soaked wound on his shoulder, spat and turned back, and when he reached out to grab the bulging and twisting cloth bag, he heard the sound of rolling stones behind him.

His whole face trembled a few times, and when he turned his head to look, a scholar, a Taoist priest and two monks came over, and fierceness burst out of his narrow eyes.

"Fat monk... so cruel?!"

The Taoist glanced at the corpse on the ground, although he usually had an expression of indifference, now he also felt palpitations.

Looking at the demon-subduing mirror in his hand again, he felt his head was big.

"Old Lu, I am good at eliminating demons. I rely on my fists to fight. The fat monk's fists and feet are a bit scary. I can't beat them. Why don't you just slip away...Old Lu?"

When the two monks surrounded the monk, the Taoist turned to look at the scholar, but the latter squatted down and moved the rags from the chest of the shapeless corpse on the ground a little.

Lu Liangsheng's eyes were fixed.

The blood-stained chest of the corpse in front of him could be seen surrounded by petal-shaped flames.

Suddenly he remembered what Zuo Zhengyang had said to him in the Zhou Mansion back then.

"The pattern on that Taoist's body is bright, the color of the fireball is bright red, and it circles around. Zuo speculates that it should be the symbol of a cultivator..."

Lu Liangsheng frowned.

These people are with Taoist Yangming of Hegu County.

.......

"Old Lu?!"

"Jun Scholar?!"

"Mr. Lu?"

"Lu Lang!!!"

On the side, Sun Yingxian kept calling him, but what he saw was the scholar stood up with frowning eyebrows, and looked at the two monks over there.

"Hey, what's your expression, what should we do now..."

Between the words, Lu Liangsheng ignored the Taoist, and the moon hanging around his waist was shaking slightly at this moment, as if he felt the master's hostility.

"Old Sun, the enemy is not that monk."

The Taoist was stunned for a moment.

In the field of vision, the sword light came out of its sheath with a clang, and there was a light hum in the air.

Chapter 100 The word fate comes from coincidence

"Fellow Daoists Lu and Sun, quickly surround this monk!"

Xiaguang infects a piece of red.

While the light and dust were flying, the two monks, who were on guard against the fat monk over there, touched the ground slightly with their forefoot, and quickly moved to another step, which coincided with the way of moving lightly.

If they can't deal with the monk in front of them, they can easily get away with just a tap of their feet, and seek help. Thinking that there is a scholar and a Taoist priest coming to help not far away, he quickly said:

"Don't let him escape, it will be difficult to catch him next time!"

In front, the fat monk with one hand holding the yellow cloth pocket and the other vertically imprinted, with a ferocious face, his narrow eyes looked at the two monks, and after hearing what the other said, he turned to the scholar and the Taoist on the other side, nose He let out a short snort.

"You guys come!"

The scholar and the Taoist didn't move halfway, and the two monks who were a little anxious turned their heads to look, and saw Lu Liangsheng looking over with a long sword hanging down, his thin lips parted slightly.

"You two, do you recognize Taoist Yangming?"

Yangming?

The two people here were stunned for a moment, looked at each other, turned around and ran suddenly, took control of the formula, jumped up the mountain col and disappeared into the sun in an instant.

"Hey, what kind of riddles are you playing... What Yangmingdao..."

Sun Yingxian chased after the scholar, halfway through his nagging, his eyes widened.

"Taoist Yangming, that evil Taoist priest you met in Hegu County?"

"If it wasn't him, who else would it be? Now that I understand, that Zhu Ziyi you know wants to borrow the monk's hand to kill us both."

The scholar flipped his wrist, flipped his robe sleeves, put his long sword back into its sheath with a snap, and while responding to the Taoist, he also walked towards the fat monk in front, arching his hands.

"Qixia Mountain, Lu Liangsheng, I have met this master!"

Not feeling the hostility from the scholar, but the calm and generous aura of the book, the fat monk just nodded, swung the big bag in his hand, put it on his back, turned around, strode forward, and continued to move forward. Husband.

It is not difficult for Lu Liangsheng and the Taoist to keep up. One shrinks the ground to an inch, and the other uses magic to catch up with the fat monk in an instant. In a short time, they have crossed more than half of the mountain.

Bare hilltops and withered old forests passed by Lu Liangsheng's field of vision like a horse on a horse, and he was also staring at the wide and fat figure in front of him.

The reason why he believed in the other party also had his own considerations. When he was in Hegu County, Zuo Zhengyang suspected that this pattern was the symbol of the sect sect of the cultivator, while Taoist Yangming destroyed himself for no reason in the prison. The pattern is more like being silenced.

If it is an upright sect, although there will be villains mixed in, it will never use such insidious spells on its own people. The only explanation is that it is afraid of exposing the people behind or the sect. Just now I said that Yang Ming When they were Taoists, the expressions of the two men changed slightly, and they turned around and ran away.

The simplest explanation:

They knew that Taoist Yangming committed a taboo and was silenced by the sect behind him.

What made Lu Liangsheng himself feel absurd was that the party who was originally thought to be evil suddenly became a good person.

Thinking of this, the running figure in front of him stopped, Lu Liangsheng withdrew the magic that shrunk the ground into an inch, his feet sank, and his speed slowed down, the surrounding mountains showed speckled green fields, which formed a vibrant and lively pattern with the northwest direction when he came. Contrast with withered yellow catkins.

"This..." Lu Liangsheng frowned at the contrast.

Bang.

The fat monk in front put the yellow cloth bag on the ground, ignored the frowning scholar over there, and loosened the bag, and two children with horns tied crawled out, who looked about five or six years old. , not at all afraid of the ferocious fat monk in front of him.

Instead, he stretched out his dirty hands to take the pancakes from the monk and sat on the ground, with his legs bent, gnawing on them while looking at the Taoist running from a distance.

One of them, the youngest, raised his face and couldn't help but yelled 'Wow...'.

"Brother, look quickly, that man runs so fast!"

"Well, but not as good as Master Monk..."

The two little guys held the pancakes and gnawed on the crescents one by one. The fat monk tore off the monk's robe on his shoulders to expose his arms, and several dense wounds appeared on the skin and flesh of his back blade, dripping with blood.

When the monk was putting the torn cloth towel on his shoulders, the white scholar's robe had already walked over, and a pair of narrow eyes raised his eyes. The scholar on the opposite side came to the side, reached for the cloth strip, and passed it under his armpit.

"I'll help you."

Lu Liangsheng bandaged it up, tied a knot, and said softly:

"Actually, you are saving these children."

Not far away, the Taoist who was playing with the children raised his face and looked over. The taciturn fat monk was silent for a while, and then opened his plump lips, and simply replied a word.

"Yes."

Lu Liangsheng heaved a sigh of relief, and sat down beside him, looking at the setting sun in the west, thought for a while, and asked a question.

"What are they doing stealing these children and women?"

"I don't know."

I don't know if the monk really doesn't know, or if he doesn't say anything on purpose, his face is so fleshy that it's hard to see other expressions. He opened his mouth and asked him to say a few more words.

The fat monk looked at the two of them, turned his head again, closed his eyes with his seal erected, and said in two or three words:

"Poor monk, when I first came here, I also thought that they were the ones who saved the suffering... People, I don't want to, one day, I accidentally saw...they set up...the magic circle..."

The monk stuttered a bit, Lu Liangsheng smiled, stretched out his hand to hold down the irritable Taoist, and said, "No hurry." Then he asked the monk again.

"Master, what kind of magic circle is that, and what is it used for?"

"The earth is evil and the fire is fierce..." The monk closed his eyes and shook his fat head: "The northwest...the land is big...drought, which comes from..."

After saying this, he opened his eyes and looked at the red-stained Xiyun.

"The earth is burning...burning, the water vapor is transpiring...not going down, and the people are dying..."

"Does the master know how to break the formation?"

The monk shook his head: "I don't know."

Here, Sun Yingxian is most annoyed by this kind of temper, getting up from the ground, scratching his ears and walking back and forth