Chapter 308: Shocked, Monk Kong is actually fishing?
"Help me detoxify...please...please...help me detoxify..."
Ding Chunqiu was tortured so much by the two qi, one hot and one cold, that he couldn't bear to die, and he desperately went to He stretched out his hand and looked at Chu Pingsheng with a longing expression.
This scene made the eight friends of Hangu tremble with fear and break into cold sweats.
Old monster Xingxiu has always poisoned others, but he never thought that he would have such a day in the end, and it would be fire and ice, double happiness.
Like Ding Chunqiu, if there is only cold poison in the body, the power of the fire palm can resolve it, such as Jiumozhi who is good at the flame knife. If there is fire poison in the body, in addition to the ice palm power, Xingxiu sect disciples usually raise a kind of ice silkworm, and as long as he uses it properly, he can detoxify it himself.
But the problem is that Tangtang, a poison master, was poisoned by two different types of poison in one breath. Except for those who understand these two kinds of Qi and possess both ice and fire attack methods, other people When people come, they basically have no solution.
"Speaking of which, I can combine ice and fire, and I have achieved great success in poisoning. I have to thank you, Ding Chunqiu."
Chu Pingsheng smiled, lightly dusted the back of his hand, and brushed off the monk. There was a little dust on the hem of his robe, and he walked towards Su Xinghe.
"Mr. Congbian, withdraw the formation."
The scrawny old man shook his head: "The Zhenlong chess game has been broken by Mr. Murong, Master Kong should be invited back."
"Then what if I say that I will leave Ding Chunqiu to you?"< br>
“…”
Su Xinghe’s face was almost as thin as a skeleton, and he shook his head after hesitating for a while.
Chu Pingsheng clasped his hands together in a posture of worshiping the Buddha, but there was a faint murderous intention around him.
Six of Hangu's eight friends went into battle together, each holding a weapon to stand in front of Su Xinghe.
Deng Baichuan and Gong Yeqian also came out on guard, staring at the monk with hatred on their faces.
The former said: "Monk, you can't afford to lose, are you going to cheat? I tell you, stay well if you are late, and don't hinder my young master."
The latter followed suit. : "Confucius said, success is always reserved for those who are prepared."
The atmosphere in the venue was tense.
Everyone looked solemn, except Xu Zhu, who couldn't understand why his follower junior brother was so powerful. He even couldn't understand why Mr. Su called him master when Xukong was three years younger than him.
If he was a master, who would he be?
"Master."
At this moment, a slightly feminine male voice sounded. It was Li Puppet who loved to sing in the Eight Friends of Hangu. He greeted Kang Guangling and Shi Qinglu in surprise. He walked to Su Xinghe's side and whispered a few words.
“Are you sure he didn’t lie to you?”
"..."
"That's the case..."
Su Xinghe looked thoughtful, glanced at Chu Pingsheng a few times, and finally let out a long sigh and shot a beam towards the middle of the word "Yao" carved on the stone wall. With the force of his fingers, he waved his long sleeves, and a portal appeared where the dust passed.
"Please follow me."
Chu Pingsheng nodded slightly, and just as he was about to follow Su Xinghe in, he heard a loud shout coming from the southeast.
"Wait!"
A masked man came through the air.
Mu Wanqing's body trembled, she drew her sword in her hand, and said softly: "It's you! Where's Duan Yu?"
She could clearly see how this man was dressed, he was Leigushan The masked man who kidnapped Duan Yu.
“Hmph.”
The other party pointed out a finger, and she heard a miserable groan. The sword fell to the ground, the tiger's mouth cracked, and her hands were covered with blood.
"Monk Kong Kong, do you still want to kill your disciple Qin?"
The masked body looks like duckweed or catkins, falling lightly on the stone trough containing the sunspots.
Duan Yanqing and Jiumozhi frowned at this high level of skill and skill, wondering who the great master who had just arrived was.
“Are you finally willing to show up?” Chu Pingsheng sneered, “Murong Bo, do you think I care about Duan Yu’s life or death?”
His voice was very soft and contained almost no emotion, but when it fell into the ears of Jiumozhi, Xuan Sheng and others, it was more shocking than the sound of a loud bell.
"Mr. Murong, is it really you?"
Murong Bo was obviously stunned when Chu Pingsheng revealed his origin. After a few breaths, he slowly lowered his mask, revealing a gloomy face.
The expressions of Gong Yeqian and Deng Baichuan changed slightly, but not to a great extent. They should have been mentally prepared and knew that Murong Bo was back.
“After many years of separation, the style of the Imperial Master is even more prosperous than before.”
"The young monk thought that Mr. Murong had already passed away. He didn't expect that he would have the chance to see Amitabha again in this life."
Jiumozhi's eyes were spinning, not knowing what he was thinking.
Chu Pingsheng was not in the mood to chat with them. He waved to Su Xinghe and motioned for him to lead the way.
Of course Gong Yeqian and Deng Baichuan couldn't let him hinder their son's good deeds. They each held weapons to stop them. Who would have thought that the Eight Friends of Hangu would stop them first.
“Get out of the way.”
"..."
A few people didn't speak or move. At this time, Murong Bo chuckled: "My son is receiving the inheritance from Senior Wu Yazi in the cave. I don't want to be disturbed. I remember our past friendship. Can the Imperial Master help me?"
< br>Jiumozhi raised his palm and smiled sinisterly: "I am willing to listen to Mr. Murong's orders."
Murong Bo looked at Duan Yanqing again: "Prince Yanqing, since you are Fu'er's foster father, you should not sit back and watch the empty monk. Let’s break through.”
"This..."
Duan Yanqing looked at Chu Pingsheng and then at Murong Bo, his mind spinning rapidly.
On one side are Murong Fu, Murong Bo and Jiumozhi who are soaring into the sky after accepting the inheritance of Xiaoyao Sect. On the other side is the empty monk whose purpose he can never figure out and always feels that he is plotting against him.
To be honest, it’s hard to choose.
Su Xinghe frowned. Just when Monk Kong brought Ding Chunqiu down, Murong Bo popped out. Even if he and eight disciples helped him, he was no match for Murong Bo, Jiumozhi, and Duan Yanqing. , not to mention that there are two assistants, Gong Yeqian and Deng Baichuan. Ding Chunqiu's disciples might also take advantage of the chaos and cause trouble.
It’s difficult!
Indeed, it is not easy for the combination of Murong Bo and Jiumozhi to defeat Chu Pingsheng at this time. If they just stop him, it will not be a big problem.
But... Jianghu is not only about fighting and killing, but also about human relationships.
"Outside Tianlong Temple, under the Bodhi tree, the Huazi is sloppy, and Guanyin has long hair."
Sixteen words, each one touches the heart, each one is heart-breaking.
As if Duan Yanqing had been severely injured, he stepped back with a bang, knock, knock, and looked at the empty monk standing with a shocked look on his face.
"You...you...how did you know what happened back then?"
Chu Pingsheng ignored him and looked at Jiumozhi again, his right hand slightly raised, the sleeves of his monk's robe Peeling off, the thumb holding the rosary also held a cyan thread-bound book. The header was three large Sanskrit characters. Among the spectators, no one except Jiumozhi, who studied Tantric literature carefully, could understand it.
"Yi Jin Jing?"
"Yes, Yi Jin Jing."
When Murong Bo heard about it, his expression suddenly changed. When he and Jiumozhi were discussing martial arts, there were two martial arts that he highly praised. One was the Six Meridians Divine Sword of the Duan family of Dali, and the other was the Yi Jin Jing of Shaolin Temple.
"The Imperial Preceptor blocked Murong Bo for me, and I will allow you to make a copy afterwards."
"Amitabha, that is so good."
The Tubo Imperial Preceptor fell out and turned over the book. Hua Kuai: "Mr. Murong, I was given a special skill from the Shaolin Temple back then. The young monk worked hard and practiced hard day and night, but he didn't know how he was going. Today we are fortunate enough to meet again. I would like to ask Mr. Murong to give me some advice."
He. Why did you help Murong Bo?
It's very simple, just use Shuige's remaining Shaolin skills.
But the question is, no matter how powerful the other stunts are, can they still be better than this Yi Jin Jing who uses martial arts?
So this multiple choice question is not difficult at all.
The onlookers around were confused. Even Azi, a guy with no bottom line, felt that the Tubo Master was so shameless. Just now, we had a deep friendship. We should advance and retreat together, share joys and sorrows, but the empty monk took the Yi Jin Jing. Once you are tempted, will you turn your back?
“Amitabha, the national master’s Zen heart is like the sea, and his wisdom is like a lamp. The path of practice will inevitably become wider and wider, and the joy of Dharma will fill every day.”
Chu Pingsheng said Xu Zhu's auspicious words directly to his head, ignored the fight between Han Gu's eight friends and Deng Baichuan and Gong Yegan, and followed Su Xinghe into the door.
Murong Bo flew to stop him, but Jiumozhi used his flaming knife to force him back.
“Jiumozhi!”
Murong Bo was so angry that his teeth itched with hatred.
"Mr. Murong, why are you getting so angry during our daily discussion? Come on, come on, we haven't seen each other for a long time, let's get close."
"Did you know that once Fu'er becomes the head of the Xiaoyao Sect, you will have access to Beiming Shen Kung, Xiao Wu Xiang Kung, Ling Bo Wei Bu, and other top martial arts at your disposal."
"Mr. Murong, if you regret it later, The young monk is no match for you and your son."
The two of them were talking while making moves.
“Then you believe him?”
“As far as the young monk knows, Master Kong’s credibility is still higher than Mr. Murong’s.”
This is indeed true.
Back in Tianlong Temple, monk Kong Kong exchanged Xiaowuxiang Kung Fu for the secret book of the Flame Knife, and exchanged Duan Yu for the Crane Control Kung Fu. The goods were genuine and innocent.
At Juxian Manor, he made another deal with Xiao Feng and A'Zhu, and both of them fulfilled their obligations.
As for Murong Bo, he cheated his death and ruined everything.
Not far away, Abi stared blankly at the two people fighting.
A'Zhu told her what happened at Juxian Village, and she exchanged an incomprehensible scripture for the truth. At that time, she felt that she had made a profit. Looking back now, it can be said that A'Zhu shot himself in the foot. It was this useless scripture that harmed their son.
"Don't..."
Abi ran towards the cave, but was blown away by the palm winds wielded by Kang Guangling and Gong Yeqian, and fell to the ground, unable to get up for a moment.
......
At the same time, in Wuyazi's stone room, the light leaking from the skylight dispelled the darkness and dampness in the room.
Murong Fu was sitting cross-legged on the stone bed, with Wu Yazi sitting upside down like a funnel above his head. The old man's face was red, and his long snow-white hair was hanging down, almost covering Murong Fu's body. The energy around them was surging, Su Xinghe Before he even got close, he was bounced away by an invisible force.
(End of this chapter)