Rebirth for the good

Yan Qian fell to the ground, unable to stand up in pain.

The old monk shouted at the monks surrounding Wanyan Gong: "Do you still remember the golden dog stick method I taught you? Don't miss this opportunity. Hurry up and greet this little thief, and remember to shout out!" !"

The monks looked at each other in dismay, so they had to do as they wanted, shouting in unison: "Hit the golden dog with a stick." The dog goes to the sky." Immediately, his body was held up in the air by the stick, and he couldn't get up or down, and was pinched by the wooden stick, making his whole body ache, which was really uncomfortable.

Before he could react, he flew out again amidst the cry of "Golden dog eats mud." He fell to the ground and collided with his elder brother Wanyanqian, his mouth was full of sand, and he couldn't even speak. Unable to speak.

The old monk frowned and said: "This kid is so inexperienced, the poor monk still hasn't used fifteen moves in the back."

Wanyan Xincun, who was busy dealing with a powerful enemy not far away, heard his son's screams and was anxious. He punched with all his strength to steal a chance. He immediately used lightness kung fu and rushed to his two sons, seeing the two of them He was so embarrassed that he suddenly burst into anger, grabbed their collars and put them aside, pointed at the old monk and shouted loudly: "Where did the old bald donkey come from again, how dare you hurt my son!"

The old monk said: "Here comes another old golden dog, this time let the poor monk loosen his muscles and bones."

Wanyan Xincun didn't dare to be negligent, he had exhausted a lot of energy when he was fighting with Lin Jinren just now, at this moment a monk suddenly appeared, thinking to himself that he was really in trouble, he punched the old monk in the face with a hook with his right fist.

Unexpectedly, the old monk was very dexterous, he dodged in two or three steps, turned around and threw out two palms in a row, Wanyan Xincun hurriedly dodged, and saw that the palm force was about to go out, and it smashed the earthen house behind him, and there was a loud bang Collapse, although it is also a fierce move, this move is completely opposite to the Liuhe Domineering Palm that concentrates the strength in one place. It is to spread the strength and make the enemy have nowhere to hide.

Wanyan Xincun couldn't help but asked in surprise: "Sumeru Mountain Divine Palm?"

The old monk smiled and said: "You do recognize me." Although he only had a face-to-face meeting with Wanyan Xincun, he knew that this golden man's internal strength must be higher than his own.

Wanyan Xincun clasped his fists and said: "Who is this old man? It turns out that he is the first Master Fang Neng of the Discipline Academy of Shaolin Temple. He has admired him for a long time." He was very respectful, but his killing intent did not diminish.

The old monk clasped his hands together and said, "The poor monk is just capable, and the old golden dog has good eyesight."

Wanyan Xincun laughed loudly: "I have been stopped several times when I intend to visit your temple. Now I can see Shaolin 72 stunts, which is really an eye-opener. The little monk before didn't learn any kung fu from you, a god monk. I thought Shaolin Temple was a waste of time. It's a false name."

Fang Neng said: "Little monk? But Daohui?"

Wan Yan Xincun smiled and said: "It's him, he has pity on an honest little monk, and he has to make trouble with our Jin people. Listen, there is still the sound of fighting over there. If the monk rushed away earlier, I'm afraid we can still see him The last side." He saw that Lin Jinren was standing at the side, and thought that if he was attacked by two masters, he would definitely lose the battle, so why not just swindle him casually and send this old bald donkey away first.

He pointed casually, and there was indeed the sound of fists and palms intersecting.

If Wanyan Xincun made up other excuses, he would definitely not believe it, but hearing him tell the story about the little monk, he must have met Daohui, and he got the news that Jingou tried to sneak into the Great Song Wulin a few days ago. So he left Shaolin early and went south, just to meet Daohui, but now he heard that he was in danger, and he was worried about him.

Lin Jinren shouted: "Master, you go, I will deal with this golden dog."

Only then could he see that the person in front of him was overflowing with genuine energy, he thought he was a master of swordsman, thanked him immediately, and led the monks to look for the direction where there was sound of fighting.

The fighting sound was exactly what Lu Shangming and Nangong Yu made when they met their palms just now, but at this moment Lu Shangming was already like fish on a knife board, allowing Nangong Yu to slash the sword.

Faced with death again, Lu Shangming was no longer as panicked as he was then. Instead, he felt that he had had a big dream these past few days, not to mention the inexplicable fairy, and he actually tried his best to snatch it from Daohui. Many good deeds have been done.

"Daohui..." he called out in his heart, "You know, I didn't know anything except martial arts since I was a child, and I became a sinner of the holy religion in the end, but when I do good with you, I Only then did I realize that there will be times when I will be needed by others. Oh, you are right, these few days are indeed the happiest days of my life."

He closed his eyes, with the tip of his tongue on his teeth, "It would be a great thing to do what you want in life, but it's a pity that I can't do it in this life."

"Wow!" Nangong Yu's scream made Lu Shangming relieved. Lu Shangming opened his eyes and saw a knife directly passing through Nangong Yu's body. Bright red blood was continuously dripping from the tip of the knife and fell to His face was hot and full of fishy smell.

"Who did it?" Once Nangong Yu died, he could not escape. Lu Shangming was so shocked that he developed a lot of strength for no reason, and stood up all of a sudden, seeing Nangong Yu's body collapsed like mud , the person behind him gradually appeared in front of him.

"You... Daohui..." Lu Shangming suddenly laughed, obviously he would die soon, but he couldn't help being happy to see the person in front of him.

Nangong Yu's blood splashed onto Dao Hui's face, his complexion became more and more ugly, the hand holding the knife handle was still trembling: "It's me..."

Lu Shangming hugged him.

Daohui's voice trembled: "I killed someone...he...he wants to kill you."

"It's okay, it's okay," Lu Shangming hugged his arms tightly, and whispered in his ear, "He is a bad guy, you saved me, thank you, thank you for still being by my side."

Daohui withdrew her hand, and also hugged Lu Shangming in her arms, "I thought you were going to leave with him, I...I can't bear it."

Lu Shangming laughed and scolded: "You monk, if you say such shameless words, aren't you afraid that the Buddha will blame you?"

Daohui was stunned for a while, and stopped talking. Lu Shangming thought that this would be good, some things should not be delved into, not to mention that he didn't know how much time he had left to stay by his side.

"What are you doing!"

Daohui suddenly heard a loud shout, she was so frightened that she immediately let go of her hand, and said in a low voice, "Master."

Fang Neng came in a hurry, but what he saw was Daohui's hands full of blood and the man hugging him, "Who killed this man?" He trembled, unwilling to believe the facts in front of him at all.

"I killed it." Lu Shangming said first, his back was still facing Fang Neng, unwilling to be recognized by Fang Neng.

Fang Neng was puzzled, took a few steps closer and asked, "Who are you? Turn around and have a look."

revenge

Lu Shangming thought to himself: "I'm afraid what he will do, he's just an old bald donkey." He turned around suddenly, and saw surprise and a flash of fear in Fang Neng's eyes.

"You...you are..." Fang Neng's eyes widened, and he unconsciously clenched his Zen stick in his hands, "Lu Shangming, the leader of the Liuhe Sacred Church!" He didn't know that Murong Xian killed Lu Shangming, so he still called him the leader at this moment .

Lu Shangming didn't deny it, and said with a smile, "My old man, you have a pretty good memory."

Daohui was taken aback, and couldn't help turning his head to look at him, and the monks were even more puzzled, how could this little junior get mixed up with the head of the Demon Sect.

Fang Neng said: "Amitabha, the poor monk was fortunate to have learned the Kung Fu of Lu Jiaozhu that day, and he has a great understanding of martial arts, how could he forget the kindness of Lu Jiaozhu."

Lu Shangming snorted coldly, "Do you mean to fight me again?"

Fang Neng slammed his Zen stick into the ground, and said in his mouth: "The Sacred Cult of Liuhe is a disaster for all corners of the world. The poor monk should have rectified you, but back then you let me do half a trick. The poor monk has to repay this kindness. You hurry up!" Let's go."

Dao Hui suddenly said: "Master, Master Lu is a very good person, could you be mistaken?"

Lu Shangming said in a deep voice: "You don't need to explain to me," he said to Fang Neng again, "Fang Neng, today I am seriously injured, I am not your opponent, and I don't want to accept your favor, as long as I recover from my injuries, I will naturally go to Shaolin Temple to learn."

Fang Neng clasped his hands together: "Okay, Master Lu is quick to speak. Although the poor monk is an outsider, he also understands the morality of the world. He will definitely wait for you at Shaolin Temple." When he turned around, he found that Daohui hadn't followed, and shouted back : "Daohui, what are you still doing?"

Daohui glanced at Lu Shangming, and said with a bitter face, "Master, disciple...disciple...disciple has not completed the task yet."

Fang Neng said: "The poor monk has heard about it when he came, that Nangongtang has disappeared a few days ago, I am afraid that he was sought by thieves for revenge, you just go back with me."

"You are not allowed to go." Lu Shangming's words attracted everyone to look over, "You are not allowed to go."

Fang Neng said angrily: "Lord Lu, the poor monk respects you three points everywhere, why, you still want to rob the poor monk for his apprentice?"

Seeing the conflict between the two of them again, Daohui knelt on the ground with a "plop", kowtowed his head and said, "Master, I dare not hide it. I have violated the precept of killing."

Fang Neng glanced at the man lying on the ground, "Did you kill him?"

Dao Hui kowtowed, blood was dripping on his forehead, "This disciple also committed...a crime of lust."

Lu Shangming sneered when he heard the words, and heard him say: "The disciple fell in love with someone."

The wrinkles on Fang Neng's face were huddled together, and it took a while for them to unfurl. He sighed: "You have committed two major commandments, can you be convicted?"

Daohui wanted to kowtow a few more times, but was pulled up by Lu Shangming, "You don't need to kneel," Lu Shangming reprimanded softly, "This old man