I don't want to be king

Pork Rong smiled and said, "The people in the village are honest, just because they don't have enough money, once there is more money, they will chop anyone who dares to touch them.

What's more, there is no shortage of brave and courageous people in this countryside. The adults can find one or two powerful ones and let them form a strong people. If there are too many people, the bandits will be frightened. "

"So good,"

Ma Jie nodded in satisfaction, then raised his head to look outside the hall, and said with a smile, "It's snowing again."

Ankang City is covered in snow and ice.

Although Chuanzhou is sunny, the air is inevitably cloudy and cold.

"Amitabha."

The monk raised his head, looked at the three big characters "Chunshan City" written on the city wall, and breathed a sigh of relief.

He finally found Spring Mountain City.

It is obviously no different from other cities, but few people know the exact location of this place.

It was really not easy for him to find this place.

Passers-by at the gate of the city were all wearing thick jackets, and many turned their heads to look curiously at the bald monk in thin robes standing in the middle of the road.

"Monk, where are you from?"

The gate guard was a big man with a knife slung across his shoulders. He stared at the monk and said, "Report your name, this Spring Mountain City is not a place you can come to whenever you want."

"The poor monk is polite,"

The monk folded his palms together, "The poor monk is here to find someone."

"Who are you looking for?"

The big man asked in a rough voice.

The monk said, "The little monk is looking for Zhaoyao in Chunshan City, please tell the benefactor."

The big man sized the monk up and down, then snorted coldly, "Just because you want to find our city lord?"

Before he finished speaking, he drew the saber with his right hand and slashed at the monk.

The monk clasped his hands together and held the knife in his palm, and said with a puzzled expression, "The little monk and the benefactor have no enmity in the past, and there is no grudge in recent days. How can the benefactor harm the little monk?"

"you……"

No matter how hard the big man tried, the knife in his hand would remain motionless.

I was horrified in my heart, this monk is not very old, how can he be so good at martial arts!

There is nothing strange about the movements and gestures, why did he lightly clamp his own knife!

Unconvinced, he took a deep breath, dropped the saber with his right hand, and slashed at the monk with both palms, breathing with wind, quite like thunder.

"Amitabha."

The monk held the handle of the knife with one hand, and pinched the big man's outstretched wrist with the other. The big man wanted to avoid it, but it was too late. His wrist was firmly pinched, his whole body was numb, his eyes protruded, and his expression was incredible.

"Benefactor, the knife is a dangerous thing, so take it well."

After the monk stuffed the handle of the knife into the big man's hand, he took a step back and bent over again.

"Who are you!"

The big man adjusted his true energy, and stared at the monk who was calm and calm, as if nothing had happened.

The people who watched the fun were also shocked!

This monk's martial arts is so high that it is outrageous.

"Benefactor, the monk is just a monk,"

The monk said lightly, "I'm here to find the city lord, and I hope the benefactor will lead the way."

"What if I say no?"

The big man tensed up, waiting for the enemy.

"The little monk bid farewell."

The monk carried the cloth bag on his back again, passed through the city gate, and continued walking along the wide street.

The guards on both sides of the city gate had been stunned for a long time. Seeing the monk entering now, they didn't know what to do.

"Stop him!"

Hearing the roar of the big man, all the guards surrounded the monk with swords and guns.

The big man was so hairy from the monk's look, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and say, "Notify the elder, there is something wrong."

"Let him in."

Everyone heard a soul-stirring voice, and then saw a figure floating down from the city wall, and they all lowered their heads suddenly.

"Amitabha, it turned out to be a girl."

The monk looked at Xie Jiuyun who was standing in front of him in white, and was not surprised.

"You're still here after all, and you care about that bitch so much?"

Xie Jiuyun looked at the monk coldly.

"Amitabha,"

The monk closed his eyes slightly, and said calmly, "I am very happy to see you, Miss."

After hearing this, all the guards were stunned.

Is this monk really not afraid of death?

How dare you talk to Xie Jiuyun like that?

"Do you know where this is?"

Xie Jiuyun said expressionlessly.

"know."

The monk nodded obediently.

"Then you still dare to come?"

Xie Jiuyun looked at the monk with an expression of looking at the dead, "Think it over clearly, as long as you enter the city gate, you will have no way out. I have built Chunshan City for more than two hundred years, and there are very few outsiders who can get out alive."

The monk raised his head, looked straight at Xie Jiuyun and said, "There is no end to suffering, no end to body, no end to time, no end to action, if I don't go to hell, who will go to hell?"

Xie Jiuyun said, "Why do I think you are so courageous? It turned out to be a breakthrough, but you are still a sixth-rank. Do you think you are qualified to see my master?"

The monk nodded and said, "I want to try it."

The people next to them couldn't believe it when they heard the conversation between the two.

Especially that big guy.

He is also a sixth grade!

In a contest of the same level, he will admit it if he loses, but why is it so embarrassing to lose?

"Since you want to die with that slut, I'll let you go,"

Xie Jiuyun gritted his teeth and said, "Come with me."

"Thank you girl."

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the monk followed Xie Jiuyun through the city cave. The streets were bustling with people. On the surface, it was just an ordinary city.

He had no time to care, and followed Xie Jiuyun, who was walking faster and faster.

The two finally stopped at the foot of a mountain, and there were steps in front of them, winding and undulating with no end in sight.

Xie Jiuyun said, "If you want to see my master, go up by yourself."

"Thank you girl."

The monk thanked him.

"Hey,"

Xie Jiuyun called to the monk who had already stepped on the steps, "You can think about it, you will die."

"The little monk knows."

The monk said without looking back.

"Is it so easy for you to be?"

Xie Jiuyun said bitterly, "Where do you think my Spring Mountain City is?

You have to pass through nine hills, and each hill has a mansion, and the guards guarding it are the worst rank seven!

No luck!

You can't save that bitch! "

"The little monk appreciates the girl's kindness."

The monk stepped on the second step without hesitation.

Seeing the figure of the monk getting far away, Xie Jiuyun suddenly shouted, "What's so good about that bitch!

You don't even have to die! "

"Amitabha."

The sound of the Buddha's horn echoed in the mountain stream for a long time.

Chapter 389

Some things can't wait, after waiting for a long time, you will get used to it.

He remembered a sentence he had learned from Mr. Xie Zan in the school: It is enough to be perfect, to be ridiculed by others, but to be regretted by oneself;

Those who do their best and fail to reach them can have no regrets.

As the monk walked through the steps, the sharp and rapid sound of the zither became more and more clear in his ears, and a murderous aura permeated through the bamboo forest and surrounded him. The closer he got, the more excited his heart was.

Going higher and higher, the mist falls for a while, and the mountains are all out. There is a square in front of you, and a big house in the back. There are rows of houses.

In the huge square, there was only a middle-aged man in white sitting, gentle and elegant, with his eyes slightly closed, playing the piano with both hands, and then getting faster and faster.

"The white head is fame.

The old mountains, pine and bamboo, hinder the return journey.

I want to pay Yaoqin to my heart.

There are few bosom friends, who will listen to the broken strings?"

After the middle-aged man shook his head and finished singing, he opened his eyes, stopped his hands, looked the monk up and down, and then said with a smile, "It's been so many years, you are the first person who can hear me finish the song.

Xie Baishou, the servant of the Ministry of Rites, treats guests with silk and bamboo. Are you satisfied with this tutuo? "

"Using sound as a sword and music as a means of killing is a good way for the benefactor,"

The monk saluted with one hand, "The poor monk admires you."

Xie Baishou said proudly, "A soldier's ominous weapon is not a gentleman's weapon, use it as a last resort, and calmness is the best.

The sound of silk and bamboo, like mountains and rivers, flows warmly and generously, making people forget the world, and the guests may die in peace. "

"The almsgiver's words are absurd,"

The monk said calmly, "If you don't understand the Tao by hearing the sound, how can you understand your mind by seeing the color?"

"After listening to the sound of my piano, you actually refuse to die?"

Xie Baishou said with an uneasy expression, "Not good, not good."

The monk smiled and said, "Young monk wants to save all living beings, so naturally he can't just follow the crowd, lower his eyebrows, and go to death easily."

"Okay, then what did you realize from the sound of my piano?"

Xie Baishou actually looked a little distraught.

"The avenue is nameless, the sound of the great sound is rare, and in the sound of the benefactor's zither, the murderous intent is a little heavier, and the roosting birds are restless."

The monk practiced the Lion's Roar Kung Fu, and he was no worse than others in terms of melody. He said very seriously, "It's like grinding a brick to make a mirror, and a new stone to make a rope."