Wait until Fei Bo puts on his cloak and walks off the bridge.
The suffocating smell and the real heaviness finally disappeared, and Yin Xiu couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.
Ma Xiaoyu looked at him, "I give up and have to play one more round. You won't blame me, right?"
Yin Xiu waved her hand, "What's the point? It's often written in martial arts novels that those who say they have to fight three rounds will definitely play all three rounds, and those who win three out of five rounds will definitely fight until the fifth round."
"Huh? Are those novelists really that cliché?"
"How else would they make up the word count?"
Yin Xiu patted her shoulder and told her not to worry.
Then he walked forward, not looking at the Qi Master, but instead looking at the top of his head, "It seems that we are going to play overtime today."
Yin Xiu said such a strange thing, and the instructor couldn't help but look up. He saw a rope hanging down from the top of the high cave, with no head visible.
On the rope, a monk was falling slowly along the rope.
That person was none other than Moro, the chief of the Discipline Academy of Hongde Temple.
At this moment, he had his eyes closed, as if he was asleep or meditating, giving off a feeling of leisure and stability.
But Luo Wei and Yin Xiu had dealt with him, and they both knew that this was just Moro taking a nap before taking action.
"Your reinforcements?" Yin Xiu pointed above.
The instructor smiled bitterly, "Do you think it's "Journey to the West"? It's better to find a monk as a reinforcement and ask them to do fasting."
"But here, it seems that no one has died yet."
"It's almost time." Luo Wei put his hand into his pocket, "As soon as that bastard gets here, people will die here soon."
"How many?" Yin Xiu looked at him.
"One, or many, it just depends on what he thinks."
"Oh?"
Yin Xiu looked at the instructor, "What are your plans?"
The coach laughed dryly again, "Misfortune lies where blessings depend, and misfortune lies behind. Whatever he wants to do, you are free to do whatever you want.
Kung Fu, isn't it just horizontal and vertical, the winner stands and the loser lies down. ”
"Okay, then I understand."
As soon as Yin Xiu finished speaking, Moro gently landed on the bridge, like a leaf, making no sound.
He turned his head and looked at the instructor and them first.
"I told you last time not to go to the Cold River area. I know too much is not good for you, but you don't listen. I'm warning you, you won't have such good luck next time."< br>
The instructor snorted coldly, with an unkind look on his face.
Apparently Moro had a lot of troubles with them, so that both sides could recognize each other.
After he finished speaking, he turned to look at Yin Xiu again, smiling slightly.
"Detective, the time you hit someone last time made me really think of you as a good policeman. I didn't expect you to be so bad that you actually planted an informant in our temple."
He tossed a name tag over.
Luo Wei took it over and saw that it actually belonged to Dao Youcheng. He immediately became furious: "I'm going to attack you! What did you do to Brother Cheng?"
"Brother Cheng?"
Moro sneered, "I'm just a fellow Taoist. He's addicted. Just for fun, if you ask him to kneel down and lick the soles of your shoes clean, he won't hesitate.
Why, didn't you just give him something and ask him to work as an internal agent for you? ”
Luo Wei's eyes were full of anger, "Do you think everyone is like you, a fake monk, who would sell out his mother for a little money?"
Moro was not angry when he heard him scolding him like this, but still smiled.
"That's not what they said. Who can tell the truth from the false in this world?
In our line of work, the most important thing is to make people feel at ease, moved, and feel that their money is well spent.
In general, there is no difference between us and those psychological counselors, except that we don’t wear white coats.
As for Dao Youcheng, he left happily. I gave him a whole bag of medicine. At that time, he should be the happiest person in the world. ”
"Asshole!"
Luo Wei was about to rush forward, but was stopped by Yin Xiu, signaling him to calm down.
Then Yin Xiu looked at Moro and said coldly: "I haven't seen you for a while."
Moro sneered and said: "Last time I let you run away, I didn't expect that Brother Maha would end up dead at your hands because of it. Young man, your kung fu seems to have improved."
"A little, but not much. Do you want to try it?"
"The poor monk came here just to give it a try, otherwise I wouldn't have come."
Moro untied his cassock and threw it into the river.
At this moment, he doesn't look like an eminent monk from Hongde Temple. He looks like a gangster who kills without blinking an eye and is a member of the martial arts world.
"How did you know we were here?" Luo Wei suddenly asked. After all, this was a sudden decision. Apart from the three of them, no fourth person knew their destination.
Moro nodded his head, "I had a dream, I just wanted to go underground to have a look, but I didn't expect that I actually bumped into it."
"It hurts your lungs, everyone has a dream, and you can know where others are by fortune telling, so what do you want us policemen to do?" Luo Wei cursed in a low voice.
Moro didn't seem to hear, he tugged on the rope in his hand again.
"Do you know what the story behind this rope falling from the sky is?"
Moro waited for a while, but when no one answered, he didn't care.
"Maybe you don't know that there is such an allusion in Buddhist stories.
It is said that the Buddha was walking in his tree garden one day and saw a large blood mountain hidden under a lotus flower, leading directly to hell.
At the foot of the mountain, thousands of immortal sinners gathered together.
The mountain was covered with knives and there were blazing flames underneath. The sinners were afraid of the flames and were driven by the flames, so they all ran towards the mountain.
But before they climbed halfway up the mountain, those sharp knives had pierced and torn their hands, feet, and bodies, causing them to roll down the mountain again and be tortured in the flames.
The Buddha couldn't bear it, so he took off a spider silk and hung it into the blood mountain, hoping to rescue these sinners.
When those people saw a spider silk hanging from the sky, they knew that this was the only way to be saved, so they all rushed to the spider silk, grabbed it and climbed up.
The first person to climb up was named Gandatha. He climbed very fast, and soon he was far behind everyone. He was the first to see the light of Buddha in the Buddha's tree garden.
He was very excited, excited that he was going to be saved.
But Gandatha occasionally looked back, only to see many people scrambling to climb on the net below him.
He became very nervous because of this. If so many people climbed together, the thread would be broken, and the chance of finally leaving hell would disappear before his eyes.
He shouted: This spider silk is mine! None of you are allowed to come up!
Just when Gandhata wanted to kick down the people who were close to him with his feet, the spider thread broke, and everyone fell back into hell again and continued to endure the torture. ”
After telling the story, Moro looked at Yin Xiu.
"Donor, what's the moral of this story?"
"Meaning?"
Yin Xiu looked at Ma Xiaoyu, "Have you ever heard of such a story?"
Ma Xiaoyu shook his head, "I can only fight, but I can't recite sutras."
Yin Xiu looked at Luo Wei again, "What about you?"
Luo Wei couldn't help but shake his head, "In the police academy, what I memorized the most were police cases. At that time, I asked the instructor, what is the meaning behind these provisions? Our instructor is a Fujianese, do you know what he said? ”
Yin Xiu felt confused and didn't know how to answer.
At this time, Luo Wei patted his shoulder and motioned for Yin Xiu to stand aside.
Then he looked at Moro and took a deep breath.
"Gan Linliang means three little ones!"
Moro was stunned for a moment, and then he laughed again, his voice gradually getting louder and his pitch rising.
"Okay! Okay, okay! You seem to have fully understood the meaning behind this story. Doesn't your behavior at this moment vividly explain the actions of those sinners?"
Moro paused, his eyes suddenly turned extremely cold.
"You clearly have a chance to be saved, but you don't repent, so that you fall into the abyss again. It's people like you who are hopeless and stubborn."
Yin Xiu scratched his head, "Master, if you want us to repent, you have to point out the direction, right? Even those societies that want swordsmen to kill people will send someone to point them out."
Moro smiled coldly, "Your chance of salvation now is to be reborn in bliss."
"Then let's ask Master to lead the way first."
Yin Xiu stepped forward, eyes to eye with Moro, feet touching.
"One on one?" Moro asked.
In fact, what he said is superfluous. The bridge is so narrow, where can another person be crammed in?
Yin Xiu grinned, "I don't care. If you need it, you can find someone to help."
"No need."
After Moro finished speaking, his apricot-yellow clothes fluttered, as if blown by a strong wind. When his clothes fluttered to the maximum, as if something was about to come out of the clothes, Yin Xiu finally took action.
Two black lights poked out from his sleeves and pierced Moro's eyes.
Moro stretched out his hand, not looking at the tip of the knife, but aimed at Yin Xiu's wrist. With his hands locked and separated, it was difficult for the two sharp knives to go any further.
The two knives could not make an inch of progress, but Yin Xiu was not surprised. When Moro grabbed his hands and the middle door was wide open, he jumped up suddenly, hit Moro's chest with a knee, and tilted his chin back at the same time. , just avoiding the hands pushed by Moro.
Moro couldn't avoid it, so he simply swallowed a mouthful of cold wind, and his chest suddenly swelled, as if there was a hard object pressing against his chest. He showed off his horizontal training skills and swallowed this blow forcefully.
Then, he opened his mouth and spit out another strong wind.
roar!
In the cave, on the suspension bridge, a stream of air centered on him and spread out in all directions, blowing away countless debris and debris, and also pushed Yin Xiu away.
Shaolin’s unique lion roaring technique!
The instructor looked solemn, waved his hand slightly, and then led a few people back.
It seems that today, there will be another bloody fight in the Immortal Abyss. (End of chapter)