Who says sleep is not spiritual practice?

"Protect the son!"

Qiyan Wumu roared angrily, and was the first to block Jiang Qingyu's body.

Bao Luote and Wu Tuobu followed closely behind.

but……

Surprisingly, this war horse stopped suddenly at this moment!

at the same time.

The dozens of war horses behind it also stopped in place under the control of people in the rivers and lakes.

The first horse neighed, raised its front hooves high, and refused to fall down for a long time.

It seems to be provoking people.

The old monk on the horse put his palms together, chanted the Buddha's name, and said kindly:

"Amitabha."

"Master Jiang, this poor monk should not be considered crossing the line, right?"

Everyone heard the sound and looked at his feet.

However, although the front hooves of this war horse crossed the straight line, the rear hooves stopped firmly outside the straight line!

And the distance from the straight line is only an inch away!

Moreover, since the horse's front hooves did not land on the ground, but hung high in the air, it can also be said...

Didn't cross the line!

It's just that the war horse raised its front hooves, aiming at Jiang Qingyu's face, and the old monk sat on the horse's back condescendingly, so this scene seemed full of provocation and disrespect!

And this is exactly what the old monk purposely did!

The hind hooves stop outside the line to show respect for the King of the North.

The front hoof crossed the line and raised it high, but it was to show disdain for Jiang Qingyu and to defend the authority of Beishan Temple!

I stopped today, not because I was afraid of you, Jiang Qingyu, but to save face for your father, Jiang Qiushui!

at this time.

Everyone turned their attention to Jiang Qingyu, guessing how he would respond next.

Jiang Qingyu raised her head slightly, with a mocking smile on her face from beginning to end, never showing a trace of panic.

I saw him looking directly into the eyes of the old monk, and his voice was indifferent:

"Beishan Temple, Puzhen?"

"It's a poor monk."

The old monk smiled and expressed his purpose of coming:

"The poor monk came this time..."

But before he finished speaking, Jiang Qingyu interrupted him in a serious tone:

"I counted just now, you have injured 150 of my four subordinates in total!"

"in addition……"

"Your horse, crossed the line."

The old monk Puzhen had a compassionate face and argued sophistry:

"Amitabha."

"Young Master's subordinates acted too recklessly. If the poor monk didn't stop them, they would only be injured more seriously, so..."

"The poor monk is saving people, not hurting them."

"As for this horse, the poor monk doesn't think it has crossed the line. If you don't see it clearly, you can let the people behind the poor monk make a judgment."

This statement came out.

A crowd of people from all walks of life spoke one after another:

"Young master can't see clearly, but I can see clearly. This horse has not crossed the line at all. I can guarantee it with my personality!"

"That's right, young master can't smear a horse's innocence just out of thin air!"

"It's true that it didn't cross the line, and I can testify."

……

On the other side, Qiyan Wumu and others cursed loudly:

"Fart! It's clearly crossing the line!"

"The front hooves are all over Lao Tzu's head, isn't that considered crossing the line?"

"Are you all blind?"

……

People in the arena suddenly sneered:

"In the past, I just heard people say that people in Beidi are mostly stupid, but now that I see it, I realize that it really lives up to its reputation!"

"Most of the body is outside the line, how can it be said that it has crossed the line?"

"It really turns black and white!"

"Forget it, what's the real deal with a group of dead people?"

……

"you……"

Hearing the word "dead person", Qiyan Wumu and the others raised their knives angrily, unable to restrain their killing intent any longer.

But old monk Puzhen spoke again.

He looked at Jiang Qingyu with a smile, and his voice was low:

"Sir, what do you think?"

"Has the poor monk's horse really crossed the line?"

Jiang Qingyu looked directly at the other party's gaze, with an extremely cold expression, as if she was angry.

next moment.

He suddenly threw away the scabbard.

At the same time, holding the Shuoyue sword with both hands, he slashed at the horse in front of him fiercely!

Even though Jiang Qingyu's martial arts cultivation was only at the fourth rank of Houtian, due to the unparalleled sharpness of Shuo Yue's sword and the precise timing, the sharpness of this sword was not inferior to that of the seventh rank of Houtian!

Plus……

The old monk Puzhen didn't take any action to resist.

Then, after a burst of cold light suddenly appeared.

The front hooves of the war horses were all cut off!

boom!

In an instant, the gushing blood stained the rain curtain red.

Afterwards, the war horse wailed in pain, leaned forward and fell to the ground.

And its two hind feet...

It finally fell within the straight line!

Jiang Qingyu stood in the rain, holding a long sword, the torrential rain could not wash away the red blood on the sword.

He glanced coldly at the crowd of people from all walks of life, mockingly:

"Now……"

"Anyone else think the horse didn't cross the line?"

Chapter 176 The High-sounding Reason for Suppressing Demons

This sword came so abruptly that people were caught off guard.

All the people in the world were stunned, as if they didn't expect Jiang Qingyu to draw his sword to see blood!

Even old monk Puzhen's eyes flashed with surprise.

As a master of the same level as Tuobaqi, he could have blocked this sword strike, but for some reason, after seeing Jiang Qingyu's indifferent eyes, he subconsciously did not block it.

"Amitabha."

When the war horse fell down, the old monk jumped up from the horse's back and fell to the rear, with his feet firmly out of the straight line.

Exactly.

The next moment, he clasped his hands together, looked at the horse that was howling on the ground with compassion, and sighed softly:

"Young Master Jiang, why are you aggressive?"

The old monk's tone was somewhat reproachful, as if he blamed Jiang Qingyu alone.

I have to say, this hypocrisy is very annoying!

Jiang Qingyu raised her head slightly and smiled:

"because……"

"It breaks my son's rules!"

He paused and said again:

"There is a rumor in the Jianghu that the heart and blood of Buddhist eminent monks can bring the dead to life, and the master is the number one eminent monk under the old abbot of Beishan Temple..."

"If you can't see the pain of the beast, why don't you cross this line, cut open the heart, and feed it with blood?"

"Maybe let me see it, is the rumor true?"

As soon as this remark came out, it was immediately criticized by many people in the world:

"absurd!"

"Can rumors be true?"

"It's really a good plan. You actually want to use a beast to force Master Puzhen to commit suicide?"

"With such a demonic heart, if he becomes the next King of Rejecting the North, wouldn't there be no peace in the Northern Territory!"

……

The old monk looked at Jiang Qingyu with a look of compassion, and sighed:

"Young master, you are possessed."

"Let the poor monk help you to correct evil and return to righteousness."

Jiang Qingyu mocked:

"How to correct evil and return to righteousness? Let's hear it."

He wanted to see what purpose this group of people had in venturing into the camp in the rain!

"Amitabha."

The old monk plausibly said:

"Young Master's obsession is actually influenced by the people around him."

"E.g……"

He first looked at Lvqi and the second daughter Duyou:

"These two female benefactors are practicing evil spirits. The evil nature is deeply ingrained in their bodies. If they want to get rid of them completely, it is best to go back to Beishan Temple with the poor monk and stay with the Buddha for three years."

Being stared at by the old monk, the second daughter felt uncomfortable for a while, and hurriedly hid behind Jiang Qingyu.