Poor Monk

Go back one month, if someone tells Shen Du that he will be seriously injured and dying due to the conspiracy from behind, he will laugh it off; go back seven days, if someone tells Shen Du, he will be killed in the Thousand Buddha Hall of Tianji Temple If he is unable to fight back, he will feel absurd.

But now, the former has happened, and the latter has followed.

Those who are not practitioners cannot understand the overbearing nature of such exercises as Liuhe Shenjue.

Even if Gu Zhao, who already had the reputation of "No. [-] Immortal", fought against him, he couldn't disrupt the movement of his meridians in the fierce battle, not even a little bit!

Steady as a rock, like a hill blown by a breeze, like a river illuminated by a bright moon!

But right now, it collapsed under the finger of this mysterious monk!

Even if he just had other intentions, even if his current skill is only [-]%, but to break the solid and stable operation of the Liuhe God Art itself with this seemingly ordinary power Cultivation?

The moment he vomited blood, Shen Du's scalp went numb!

And in this darkness, after the opponent succeeded in a blow, he was not surprised or even stunned, as if what happened before his eyes was just the most ordinary thing.

There was no pause even for the next attack!

After Wuxiangjie's pointing, he retreated a little bit, turned his fingers into claws, and wanted to capture Shen Du at this extremely close moment!

If it were any weak-minded person here, if his most fundamental skills were broken, he would have lost all hope and would be arrested if he could not give birth to any resistance.

But here is Shen Du.

At the moment when the other party's fingers and claws attacked, he didn't think about it, and it seemed that it was meaningless to live anyway.But in that flash of thought, he was afraid of death.

Human life is certainly boring.

But what kind of realm is death?

He is no longer in awe of everything in this world, but he still has fear of the unknown.All the struggle is just to live and live.

So at this moment, he still has to endure all kinds of pain to win that ray of life for himself!

At the critical moment of life and death, the speed of reaction exceeded the limit!

Shen Du could even hear the sound of bones turning when he forcibly lowered his shoulders. In this narrow and cramped battle, he forcibly opened the distance between himself and the opponent's claws by half an inch!

Half an inch is enough!

"boom!"

Quiet as lightning, faster than thunder!

Only half an inch of space, half an inch of distance, was enough for him to lift his right hand. His five fingers pierced through the darkness and were also stained with the blood floating in the air. They clenched into fists and collided with the monk's wrist. together!

It's almost like hitting a flesh and blood body!

Incredibly hard!

If it wasn't for the still trembling sound of flesh and blood squeezed into his ears, he would have almost thought that his hand had hit a hard rock, with a texture like gold and iron.

pain!

Excessive speed brings a violent impact.

Shen Du almost felt that his fingers were about to be broken by the impact, but it was obvious that the mysterious monk opposite him was not much better.

Wrists are the weakest joints of human beings. Even if Tianji Chanyuan pays attention to the cultivation of external skills, the wrists cannot be cultivated to be as good as fists.

So after receiving this sudden blow, the monk's palm that was originally grasping Shen Du's shoulder was almost immediately forced by this force and deviated away.

"puff!"

The finger claws as hard as fine steel rubbed against Shen Du's neck, and sank deeply into the thick wood of the book wall behind him, as easily and crisply as poking into a piece of tofu!

Shen Du has no doubts, if this claw falls on his shoulder, he is afraid that an arm will be removed immediately!

This mysterious monk hiding in the dark is so vicious!

He couldn't help but gasped for this, and felt that this was different from the monks of Tianji Temple that he was familiar with, but he didn't waste any time in his actions!

Not to be missed!

Blocked by his impact, the opponent's blow has already missed.Before the other party retracted his palm, Shen Du did not hesitate to slam his palm out!

But it didn't hit the monk on the opposite side, but hit the top of his own head!

Although the Liuhe Divine Art was defeated just now, its strength lies in the fact that after only a moment, it has automatically circulated and condensed in his body.

With this little power, it might be a bit stretched to fight against monks.

Can be used to escape, definitely enough!

"Crack!"

Timber tiles cracked at the sound!

The surging palm force blasted a big hole with a diameter of more than three feet on the roof of the Thousand Buddha Hall almost at the moment of the strike!

All of a sudden, pieces of wooden beams flew like rain, and fragments of golden tiles were thrown like splashing snow!

Late at night.

The moon in the mountains came out unexpectedly.

The cold moonlight poured down from the opening of the hole, and instantly shone on Shen Du's delicate but hostile face, illuminating his dark eyes with vortices hidden in them, as well as the snow-white corners. The monk sleeves that are not stained with a speck of dust!

In a hurry, Shen Du didn't see anything clearly.

The moment the moonlight fell, only the whiteness flashed across his eyes, and then without hesitation, he broke away from the confrontation with the monk with a stamp of his feet!

Like a hurricane, it jumped out of the hole!

At this time, how can there be any concern about who is not alarmed?

At the juncture of life and death, the only word in his mind is "escape"!

From the moment he shattered the roof of the Thousand Buddha Hall with his palm, Shen Du knew that what happened tonight was bound to cause an uproar in Tianji Temple, and even the entire martial arts world!

The Tianji Temple under the night is as quiet as a paradise.

How amazing was the movement that he broke through the top of the palace just now?

Almost at the same time as he jumped out, many monks with profound skills heard it and immediately opened their eyes.Not to mention that there happened to be disciples walking around near the Thousand Buddha Hall, and they were greatly surprised when they heard the sound and raised their heads!

Under the moonlight, a dark purple phantom appeared from the top of the Thousand Buddha Hall!

She is lonely and hostile, like a monster!

After only a moment of silence, there were exclamations one after another from all around, nothing more than "enemy attack", "commander", "demons stop leaving" and the like.

But no matter how loud their voices were, Shen Du couldn't hear them all!

Beside my ears, there is only the sound of howling and raging wind!

Forcibly running for his life, all the meridians in his body felt a terrifying scalding sensation, but the blood gushing in his body gave him the illusion of being cold, and the cold wind blowing on his face made his limbs and bones freeze stiff!

Numerous Buddhist halls, scriptures and pagodas in Tianji Temple flew past his feet.

Shen Du felt that even if he avoided the pursuit of most of the world last time, he was not so fast!

Countless exclamations and shouts of anger resounded in the monastery, and they were left behind in just three or five breaths!

In the blink of an eye, he crossed the range of the Buddhist monastery!

There is still unmelted residual snow in the mountains and forests, and there are still fresh blood stains on his clothes. Without even thinking about it, he jumped down from the height of this empty mountain, and slid down the winding dragon-like ridge. !

The strong mountains and lairs turned upside down like a wall.

Shen Du's throat was sweet, and the bloody smell had surged up again, and the pain in his heart and lungs was like a knife cutting, which almost overwhelmed his reason at this moment.

In a blur of consciousness, he only tried his best to turn around and look back!

Then I saw that snow-white figure——

The night is dark blue, and the moon is golden.

The Tianji Temple on the top of the mountain actually has a majestic and magnificent momentum at this time.Not far from the Hall of Thousand Buddhas was a tall pagoda, on the top of which was the monk who fought against him earlier.

As soon as the monk's clothes are worn, they are blown in the wind, like jade and white!

Maybe it was because the falling snow foam was too dense, maybe he was seriously injured and didn't realize it, or maybe the distance between them was too far away, Shen Du's vision was actually blurred at this moment.

He couldn't see the monk's face clearly.

Even the tall and straight snow-white outline is vague.

In the long night, in the dark sky, in the white moon, in the snow, there is only this figure, only this touch of whiteness, not as if standing on the top of the pagoda, but as if standing in an untouchable dream in the heart of the beholder...

His eyes are clear and distant, across the void.

Shen Du could vaguely feel that he saw himself and stared at him, but what kind of deep meaning was in this gaze, but it was like a dream, blurred in the boundless night and moonlight.

Forget about troubles.

Sorrow is forgotten.

The crisis of life and death is also forgotten.

What came to his mind turned out to be a sentence, eight words, from the scriptures he read in the bamboo house in the past...

The silver bowl is full of snow, and the bright moon hides the egret.

Isn't it the monk who said it?

Shocked to heaven.

Then, such a complicated murmured chant, followed by that dreamlike snow-white figure, was far away and blurred in the wind.

"Goodness..."

……

On the top of the pagoda, only the monk was standing.

Qing Juan's face was as calm as it seemed, with no trace of anger or annoyance visible, the string of beads around his neck was broken, but his left hand was still holding the Eighteen Beads.

A worried voice sounded from under the tower: "Brother Shanzai, are you okay?"

He doesn't answer.

As if he didn't hear the voice at all, he just stared at the direction where the intruder just disappeared from afar, and fell into meditation, his eyes were deep and quiet.

The breeze shakes the clothes, and the compassion does not change.

Shanlan rolled up his sleeves, and the faint scent of white sandalwood diffused into the cold air, becoming faint and indistinct...