The Monk

Chapter 807 A Monk

Just when this thought came up, a voice came from the Monster Mountain: "From now on, anyone who enters the mountain without mercy will be killed without mercy!" Following the voice of the words, fifty Nascent Souls slowly floated out from the woods, each one white and fat, But they were listless and motionless, lining up in the air and floating out, as if they were being pulled by a wire.

Hearing this voice, Zhang Awei secretly sighed: That's awesome! He recognized that the speaker was a big turtle. There were more than eighty people in the forest just now. Starting from the explosion of the spiritual power cannon, the big turtle killed fifty Nascent Soul cultivators in a short period of time, including many top-level masters. This kind of strength is really scary.

Not only was he shocked, but all the cultivators in the field were also shocked. They stared blankly at the Nascent Soul floating over slowly, unable to believe that all this was true. Fifty Nascent Soul masters were killed at once? I'm afraid that Zhang Awei, who has been in the spotlight recently, is not that powerful. Some people turned their attention to Zhang Awei and guessed what he would do.

Fifty Nascent Souls floated slowly, and the shocked cultivator immediately realized that they were fifty Nascent Souls! It's a treasure. Everyone moved and rushed towards all the Nascent Souls. They don't have high requirements, just catch one or two.

Seeing these people rushing towards them, the Nascent Souls were full of panic. They knew that this was the only way they could live this life, and they were going to be unlucky. They blamed themselves for being too greedy and risking their lives in vain. At this moment, the big turtle in the forest spoke again: "Get out of here." These four words were like four heavy hammers hitting everyone's heart. Even Zhang Weijing felt a little uncomfortable and his ears buzzed. I was a little confused and couldn't help but mutter: "Why are you shouting so loudly?"

Although the shouting was loud, the Nascent Souls were fine and continued to float forward slowly. However, the cultivators who rushed towards them were a little miserable. Those with low cultivation were knocked to the ground, while those with high cultivation stopped. Shape, secretly adjust the breath.

Zhang was afraid that his muttering was heard by the big turtle, so he rushed outside and yelled again: "Why don't you get out?" The voice was louder and more uncomfortable than before. Zhang Tianfang was shocked and sat down on the ground, and said depressedly: "This guy Are you crazy? You keep shouting."

Except for Zhang Ai and the pile of Nascent Souls, no one knew that the speaker was a big turtle.

Zhang Pingchong shook his head helplessly in the woods. This turtle was indeed a little crazy. He stepped forward lightly, moved his palms together, and fifty Nascent Souls accelerated and flew straight towards the big walnut on his chest, disappearing in a whoosh.

The turtle was very angry: "You dare to take my Nascent Soul? You are seeking death." Before he finished speaking, a piece of green shot out of the forest. Only when he looked carefully did he realize that it was just many blades of grass, shooting like sharp arrows.

Zhang was afraid of moving away to avoid the attack, because the grass blades were too dense, and he continued to stab the cultivators around him crazily. One of the unlucky guys was easily pierced by a grass root. Fortunately, it was not injured in a vital part, so he hurriedly ran away and surrendered. Injury medicine transports breath and heals injuries.

There were about a dozen unlucky guys like him, and they were all recovering from their injuries while secretly cursing Zhang Afraid. This bastard didn't tell anyone about his own unlucky situation, but also hurt others. Why didn't he die?

Zhang Ai ducked away from the blades of grass and said with a smile: "Want to kill me? Come out and kill me, I'll wait for you." The forest fell silent for a while, and after a while, the turtle spoke again: "You remember, as long as you enter the monster Shan, I will kill you!”

The big turtle was probably angry. When I saw it for the first time, it kept smiling and pretending to be kind. How did it become such a virtuous person now? It was an illusion. Everything was just an illusion. Zhang Ai was thinking wildly in his mind, but he refused to admit defeat easily. He swooped into the mountains outside the Monster Mountain and came out again. He stopped and shouted into the woods: "Did you see it? I went in and came out again." , you kill it.”

The turtle probably didn't want people to know its true appearance, but after hearing Zhang's provocative words, it didn't leave the forest. It just said with a hint of hatred: "I remember you." Then it was silent again.

"Remember me? There are many people who remember me, and you are the only one left." Zhang Ai screamed, but the big turtle didn't respond. After a while, he felt a little bored, turned to Zhang Tianfang and said, "Let's go, There is a madman in the mountains who will bite people."

"You can't bite him?" Zhang Tianfang asked seriously.

Zhang Ai couldn't answer the conversation. Who did this bastard learn to talk glibly from? Qi said: "Go ahead and bite. You are the best biter in the world. Once you bite, you will be shocked and successful."

In just a few words, Zhang was afraid that he would get another fifty Nascent Souls and the cultivators outside the mountain would quit. Several top monks looked at each other and took a few steps forward. Someone said in a cold voice: "Fellow Daoist Zhang" , you can’t keep fifty Nascent Souls by yourself, right?”

Someone took the lead, and more cultivators gathered around, making it clear that they wanted to meet and share half.

Zhang Weizhi just pretended not to see them, touched his bald head and said, "If you don't want to turn into a Nascent Soul and be swallowed by me, it's best to stay away from me." He started to play arrogantly again.

Zhang Tianfang couldn't bear to look down on him, so he carefully advised: "Can you keep a low profile? You are too arrogant."

Most of the people who gathered around him and wanted to share the benefits were cultivators staying outside the valley. More than 300 cultivators who were rescued in the valley have experienced the terror of the magic circle firsthand, and have seen Zhang Ai's madness with their own eyes. They know that this guy is powerful, and they don't want to get involved in this mess and stand outside the crowd to watch the excitement. But they were not willing to give up the benefits easily, and each one refused to leave. They just took a few steps back without saying a word, and were ready to follow the crowd.

At any time, there are masters who give up their wealth rather than their lives. Some cultivators happened to have never seen the power of Zhang Wei, and did not know who this bald boy was. He said coldly: "Fellow Taoist, you want to fight against us alone? This place is not There are more than 4,000 monks of all levels, do you want to fight against the world with just one person?"

Zhang turned around when he heard the words and was extremely depressed. Was the person speaking a pill-forming monk? Okay, I'm afraid of you, you're braver than I thought. Zhang Wen curled his lips helplessly and turned around to leave. There was no need to be serious with a little alchemy monk.

"You are not allowed to leave." The first one is not afraid of death and has scared Zhang Ahou, so there is a second one who is not afraid of death and plans to continue to scare Zhang Awei and force him to hand over the Nascent Soul.

Zhang Zhen was really helpless. He looked at Zhang Tianfang and became even more depressed. The guy was smiling and watching the fun with his arms folded, as if he didn't recognize him. Angry, he asked with a cold face: "Does it look good?" Zhang Tianfang nodded with a smile, then immediately shook his head and replied: "It's them who are causing trouble for you, it has nothing to do with me."

When the two of them talked like this, people who didn't know them saw it and thought there was internal strife, so someone shouted more lively: "Keep Nascent Soul alive, or you will be killed."

Zhang Ai finally understood. The master of Yuanying kept silent. The only ones who spoke were the pill-forming cultivators. These stupid kids didn't even know they were being used as arrows. They shot forward as soon as they let go. He smiled and said, "My bald head was just shaved. I wasn't bald before, but my hair is so long." He gestured with his hands and then said, "You don't know me? My name is Zhang Ai, and my nickname is Tianleishan." "Legacy."

As soon as these words were spoken, the crowd dispersed with an uproar. Within two or ten meters of Zhang Aifeng, only Zhang Tianfang stood alone. Zhang Tianfang smiled and said: "Awesome, your name is scarier than Tiger."

Zhang was afraid that his words would not be answered, so he asked the people who had just spoken: "Are you okay? I can go." After saying this, he slowly walked out of the crowd, treating the cultivators around him as if they were ants.

The relic of Tianlei Mountain, he is very capable and kills without any calculation. After he showed his name, no one dared to come forward to disturb him. They all retreated actively for fear of touching him, as if they were hiding from some monsters. The most annoying thing is that Zhang Tianfang was also far away, showing a helpless expression as he followed, and slapped his nose with one hand. Zhang Ain said angrily: "I smell very bad."

Zhang Tianfang nodded repeatedly and said: "It doesn't stink, it doesn't stink." But his expression clearly said yes.

He was fooling around here, and a young monk came slowly across the plain in the distance. He looked very similar to Fu Kong in appearance and age. He was wearing a gray cloth monk's robe and multi-eared hemp shoes. He lowered his head and lowered his eyebrows. What was strange was that There was only a ring scar on the top of his head. He walked in front of everyone, raised his eyes and glanced briefly, walked straight to Zhang Tianfang and saluted: "The donor is well."

Zhang Tianfang followed suit and replied: "Anhao, Anhao." The young monk lowered his head and whispered, "May I ask the donor, is this a monster forest?" "Yes, why do you ask this, young monk?" Zhang Tianfang said in a low voice. road.

It is absolutely strange for a monk to come to Monster Mountain, unless he intends to convert all the beasts. The young monk continued to speak in a low voice: "The young monk is called Yijie. I would like to thank the donor for giving me some advice. However, I cannot explain to the donor in detail why I am here. Please forgive me."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, you are really a monk. You only have one scar." This was the first time Zhang Tianfang saw this kind of monk.

Yijie spoke politely: "Master said that if you can keep one precept in your life, it is a blessing for the little monk." He spoke very simply. After finishing speaking, he saluted Zhang Tianfang again and said: "Young monk sees that the donor and I, the Buddha, are destined, but he is very murderous. Seriously, it’s better to recite sutras and abstain from killing in the future.”

Zhang Tianfang curled his lips and said: "Whatever the fate is, it has nothing to do with me." He turned sideways and walked away. He hated what others said to him about Buddha.

Yijie didn't force him, he just chanted Amitabha in a low voice and walked gently towards the Monster Mountain. Zhang Tianfang took a look and hurriedly shouted: "Little monk, slow down, there is a terrifying guy inside. He killed fifty Nascent Soul masters in one breath, as well as many top-level monks. You will be in danger if you go in."

Yijie turned around and gave him a half-body salute: "Thank you for the benefactor's kind reminder. It's just that Master once said that all killings in the world have a cause. This is the result that the monk deserves. Even escaping is useless." After saying this, Feng Qingyun was calm. drifting into the woods.

"He pretends to be like a great monk. It would be great if the little monk was here. Let's argue with him." Zhang Tianfang said to Zhang Ain.

"What is bibababababa?" Zhang Ping glared at him and turned to look at the woods, curious in his heart, why did the young monk come to Monster Mountain? He is still a little monk with only one ring scar.

There is a big turtle in the forest. I wonder if it will kill the little monk after seeing him. It just said that anyone who dares to enter the forest will be killed without mercy. Zhang Ain thought about it and said to Zhang Tianfang: "You stay here, I'll go take a look." Zhang Tianfang also wanted to go. Zhang Ping said angrily: "As long as you can run faster than me, you can go anywhere! I'm just going to have a look, and it's not a fight. What are you going to do?"

At this moment, the existence of the big turtle was always in his mind. The uneasiness that he could not suppress and a slight curiosity made him decide to enter the Monster Mountain again.