Chapter 673
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"Hum, you're not trying your best." The strong man took back his sword, carried the sword on his shoulder and strode towards the Qingtai temple. Yuan Wen, dressed in gray robes, followed him, leaving a place of corpses and ruins.
Just when the temple door was kicked open, in a room close to the main hall, a man in sackcloth and a weak face opened his eyes.
This man is Yian, who was saved by Qingtai mountain. After nearly a month's recovery, although his body has improved a lot, he is still very weak.
After being treated by Huiguang this time, Yi'an's mood began to get complicated. If he recovered a little before, he would leave. He wouldn't stay in Qingtai temple for so long.
But this time he wanted to go, but he couldn't summon up his courage.
There are two reasons why he has this emotion. The first is that Hui Guangming knows his identity and chooses to treat himself. He feels guilty.
On the other hand, the nether ancestors and others directly threw him at the altar and let himself live and die. They were very cold. Even if they came to find themselves now, he knew that he still had the value to use.
Yi'an sat up and went out of his room. As soon as he came out of the room door, there was a loud noise at the temple door. He knew that there had begun to kill.
Yi'an looked outside, bit her teeth and walked quickly to the Buddha Hall where Hui Guang was not far away.
When he came to the hall, Hui Guang was still wearing a cassock and calmly knocked on the wooden fish, as if everything outside had nothing to do with him.
Yi'an's eyes showed a trace of complexity and said in a deep voice to Hui Guang's back: "master Hui Guang, go quickly. They've killed them."
The wooden fish in Huiguang's hand didn't stop, but said faintly: "this Qingtai temple is my root. If the root is gone, I can't stand anymore."
"But..." Yi'an wanted to say something, but she listened to Hui Guang.
"Since you chose to come here instead of meeting them, it proves that your heart is not dead."
Hui Guang's voice just fell, "boom!" With a loud noise, the courtyard wall was directly blasted away by a strong force. After the smoke dispersed, a strong man looking at the huge sword and an old man in gray came out of the smoke.
The strong man smiled at Yi'an and said, "I've wasted my strength for a long time. I finally saw you. Are you all right this time?"
Yi'an didn't answer, but looked at Hui Guang, Yuan Wen behind the strong man, and then walked over.
"Since Lord Yi'an has found it, there is no meaning of existence here." The strong man laughed and the sword on his shoulder flashed. When he was ready to start, Yuan asked and whispered, "wait a minute!"
After hearing Yuan Wen's words, the strong man frowned, but he didn't violate Yuan Wen's order and took back the spirit power on the blade.
At this time, all the monks in Qingtai Temple gathered in front of the Buddha Hall and confronted Yuan Wen and others. No one fled.
"Huiguang, we have known each other for many years. Don't you have anything to say to me?" Yuan Wen stepped forward and said to Hui Guang who knocked the wooden fish.
After hearing yuan's words, Huiguang stopped the wooden fish in his hand, stood up slowly, turned around and said, "I don't want to say anything more about you, only one word to tell you."
"What do you say?" Yuan asked in a deep voice.
"Hypocritical sincerity is more terrible than the devil." Master Huiguang looked into Yuan Wen's eyes and said faintly.
Yuan asked after listening to master Huiguang's words, his eyes sank and said coldly, "you mean I'm the devil?"
Hui Guang looked at Yuan Wen and smiled without saying anything. He slowly sank down. When his left hand just picked up the mallet on the ground.
Yuan asked with a deep look and a low voice: "I'll show you my means as a devil!"
With that, Yuan Wen's smart light burst and the cloud cold sword flashing cold light appeared in his hand. His body suddenly burst into a strong spiritual power and turned into a vigorous wind.
The monks before the Buddha Hall were all ordinary accomplishments. How could they resist this vigorous wind, spit blood one after another and retreat back.
Hui Guang said in a deep voice, "Amitabha, almsgiver yuan, put down the butcher's knife."
"Butcher's knife? Ha ha, I'm not a butcher's knife, I'm a butcher's sword!" Yuan Wen laughed, then waved the cloud cold sword in his hand, and a sharp sword came out of the sword and swept towards the fallen monks.
"Ah..." when the sword was swept, screams came and went.
With just a wave, there was a Shura field in front of us. Most monks were dead on the spot, and some who did not die were also broken arms and short legs.
"Ha ha..." as a monster, the strong man looked at the bloody scene in front of him, stimulated his ferocious nature, began to laugh wildly, the sword in his hand flashed, and continued to chop at some struggling monks, resulting in their lives.
And one side of Yi'an looked at the tragedy in front of him. For some reason, there was a trace of sadness in his heart, which had never felt before.
"Amitabha!" Master Huiguang gave a low cry, the golden awn in his hand burst, and a whole body golden ring staff appeared in his hand.
"Huiguang, do you still want to fight with me? Although your strength has reached the level of Zhenwu success, there is no chance of winning in front of me." Yuan Wen sneered at master Huiguang.
Huiguang still didn't answer his words and slowly walked out of the Buddha Hall.
"You ignore me! Die!" Yuan Wen gave a low cry and his eyes were cold. The cloud cold sword in his hand once again burst out a powerful spiritual power. The temperature in the open space in front of the Buddha Hall suddenly dropped and snow began to fall.
"Kill!" Yuan Wen whispered. When the cloud cold sword in his hand was about to split towards Hui Guang, Hui Guang jumped and came to a big bell above the Buddha Hall.
"Bang!" With a loud noise, the golden ring staff in Huiguang's hand knocked on the big clock, and the bell spread all over Qingtai mountain.
In front of a large bluestone on the north slope of Qingtai mountain, the little monk who silently recited the wish of the Tibetan Bodhisattva heard the bell, stopped chanting and looked in the direction of Qingtai temple.
"Why ring the bell so late?" The little monk said silently.
Then he remembered the master's previous instructions, no matter what sound he heard, he didn't stop, so he concentrated on reading the local scriptures
"Dying, still want to ring this broken bell! Die!" Yuan asked in a low voice, and the cloud cold sword in his hand was suddenly picked up. The spirit flashed over the blade, and a very cold sword Qi came out of the sword and split into Hui Guang's body.
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"Hum, you're not trying your best." The strong man took back his sword, carried the sword on his shoulder and strode towards the Qingtai temple. Yuan Wen, dressed in gray robes, followed him, leaving a place of corpses and ruins.
Just when the temple door was kicked open, in a room close to the main hall, a man in sackcloth and a weak face opened his eyes.
This man is Yian, who was saved by Qingtai mountain. After nearly a month's recovery, although his body has improved a lot, he is still very weak.
After being treated by Huiguang this time, Yi'an's mood began to get complicated. If he recovered a little before, he would leave. He wouldn't stay in Qingtai temple for so long.
But this time he wanted to go, but he couldn't summon up his courage.
There are two reasons why he has this emotion. The first is that Hui Guangming knows his identity and chooses to treat himself. He feels guilty.
On the other hand, the nether ancestors and others directly threw him at the altar and let himself live and die. They were very cold. Even if they came to find themselves now, he knew that he still had the value to use.
Yi'an sat up and went out of his room. As soon as he came out of the room door, there was a loud noise at the temple door. He knew that there had begun to kill.
Yi'an looked outside, bit her teeth and walked quickly to the Buddha Hall where Hui Guang was not far away.
When he came to the hall, Hui Guang was still wearing a cassock and calmly knocked on the wooden fish, as if everything outside had nothing to do with him.
Yi'an's eyes showed a trace of complexity and said in a deep voice to Hui Guang's back: "master Hui Guang, go quickly. They've killed them."
The wooden fish in Huiguang's hand didn't stop, but said faintly: "this Qingtai temple is my root. If the root is gone, I can't stand anymore."
"But..." Yi'an wanted to say something, but she listened to Hui Guang.
"Since you chose to come here instead of meeting them, it proves that your heart is not dead."
Hui Guang's voice just fell, "boom!" With a loud noise, the courtyard wall was directly blasted away by a strong force. After the smoke dispersed, a strong man looking at the huge sword and an old man in gray came out of the smoke.
The strong man smiled at Yi'an and said, "I've wasted my strength for a long time. I finally saw you. Are you all right this time?"
Yi'an didn't answer, but looked at Hui Guang, Yuan Wen behind the strong man, and then walked over.
"Since Lord Yi'an has found it, there is no meaning of existence here." The strong man laughed and the sword on his shoulder flashed. When he was ready to start, Yuan asked and whispered, "wait a minute!"
After hearing Yuan Wen's words, the strong man frowned, but he didn't violate Yuan Wen's order and took back the spirit power on the blade.
At this time, all the monks in Qingtai Temple gathered in front of the Buddha Hall and confronted Yuan Wen and others. No one fled.
"Huiguang, we have known each other for many years. Don't you have anything to say to me?" Yuan Wen stepped forward and said to Hui Guang who knocked the wooden fish.
After hearing yuan's words, Huiguang stopped the wooden fish in his hand, stood up slowly, turned around and said, "I don't want to say anything more about you, only one word to tell you."
"What do you say?" Yuan asked in a deep voice.
"Hypocritical sincerity is more terrible than the devil." Master Huiguang looked into Yuan Wen's eyes and said faintly.
Yuan asked after listening to master Huiguang's words, his eyes sank and said coldly, "you mean I'm the devil?"
Hui Guang looked at Yuan Wen and smiled without saying anything. He slowly sank down. When his left hand just picked up the mallet on the ground.
Yuan asked with a deep look and a low voice: "I'll show you my means as a devil!"
With that, Yuan Wen's smart light burst and the cloud cold sword flashing cold light appeared in his hand. His body suddenly burst into a strong spiritual power and turned into a vigorous wind.
The monks before the Buddha Hall were all ordinary accomplishments. How could they resist this vigorous wind, spit blood one after another and retreat back.
Hui Guang said in a deep voice, "Amitabha, almsgiver yuan, put down the butcher's knife."
"Butcher's knife? Ha ha, I'm not a butcher's knife, I'm a butcher's sword!" Yuan Wen laughed, then waved the cloud cold sword in his hand, and a sharp sword came out of the sword and swept towards the fallen monks.
"Ah..." when the sword was swept, screams came and went.
With just a wave, there was a Shura field in front of us. Most monks were dead on the spot, and some who did not die were also broken arms and short legs.
"Ha ha..." as a monster, the strong man looked at the bloody scene in front of him, stimulated his ferocious nature, began to laugh wildly, the sword in his hand flashed, and continued to chop at some struggling monks, resulting in their lives.
And one side of Yi'an looked at the tragedy in front of him. For some reason, there was a trace of sadness in his heart, which had never felt before.
"Amitabha!" Master Huiguang gave a low cry, the golden awn in his hand burst, and a whole body golden ring staff appeared in his hand.
"Huiguang, do you still want to fight with me? Although your strength has reached the level of Zhenwu success, there is no chance of winning in front of me." Yuan Wen sneered at master Huiguang.
Huiguang still didn't answer his words and slowly walked out of the Buddha Hall.
"You ignore me! Die!" Yuan Wen gave a low cry and his eyes were cold. The cloud cold sword in his hand once again burst out a powerful spiritual power. The temperature in the open space in front of the Buddha Hall suddenly dropped and snow began to fall.
"Kill!" Yuan Wen whispered. When the cloud cold sword in his hand was about to split towards Hui Guang, Hui Guang jumped and came to a big bell above the Buddha Hall.
"Bang!" With a loud noise, the golden ring staff in Huiguang's hand knocked on the big clock, and the bell spread all over Qingtai mountain.
In front of a large bluestone on the north slope of Qingtai mountain, the little monk who silently recited the wish of the Tibetan Bodhisattva heard the bell, stopped chanting and looked in the direction of Qingtai temple.
"Why ring the bell so late?" The little monk said silently.
Then he remembered the master's previous instructions, no matter what sound he heard, he didn't stop, so he concentrated on reading the local scriptures
"Dying, still want to ring this broken bell! Die!" Yuan asked in a low voice, and the cloud cold sword in his hand was suddenly picked up. The spirit flashed over the blade, and a very cold sword Qi came out of the sword and split into Hui Guang's body.
"Hum, you're not trying your best." The strong man took back his sword, carried the sword on his shoulder and strode towards the Qingtai temple. Yuan Wen, dressed in gray robes, followed him, leaving a place of corpses and ruins.Just when the temple door was kicked open, in a room close to the main hall, a man in sackcloth and a weak face opened his eyes.This man is Yian, who was saved by Qingtai mountain. After nearly a month's recovery, although his body has improved a lot, he is still very weak.After being treated by Huiguang this time, Yi'an's mood began to get complicated. If he recovered a little before, he would leave. He wouldn't stay in Qingtai temple for so long.But this time he wanted to go, but he couldn't summon up his courage.There are two reasons why he has this emotion. The first is that Hui Guangming knows his identity and chooses to treat himself. He feels guilty.On the other hand, the nether ancestors and others directly threw him at the altar and let himself live and die. They were very cold. Even if they came to find themselves now, he knew that he still had the value to use.Yi'an sat up and went out of his room. As soon as he came out of the room door, there was a loud noise at the temple door. He knew that there had begun to kill.Yi'an looked outside, bit her teeth and walked quickly to the Buddha Hall where Hui Guang was not far away.When he came to the hall, Hui Guang was still wearing a cassock and calmly knocked on the wooden fish, as if everything outside had nothing to do with him.Yi'an's eyes showed a trace of complexity and said in a deep voice to Hui Guang's back: "master Hui Guang, go quickly. They've killed them."The wooden fish in Huiguang's hand didn't stop, but said faintly: "this Qingtai temple is my root. If the root is gone, I can't stand anymore.""But..." Yi'an wanted to say something, but she listened to Hui Guang."Since you chose to come here instead of meeting them, it proves that your heart is not dead."Hui Guang's voice just fell, "boom!" With a loud noise, the courtyard wall was directly blasted away by a strong force. After the smoke dispersed, a strong man looking at the huge sword and an old man in gray came out of the smoke.The strong man smiled at Yi'an and said, "I've wasted my strength for a long time. I finally saw you. Are you all right this time?"Yi'an didn't answer, but looked at Hui Guang, Yuan Wen behind the strong man, and then walked over."Since Lord Yi'an has found it, there is no meaning of existence here." The strong man laughed and the sword on his shoulder flashed. When he was ready to start, Yuan asked and whispered, "wait a minute!"After hearing Yuan Wen's words, the strong man frowned, but he didn't violate Yuan Wen's order and took back the spirit power on the blade.At this time, all the monks in Qingtai Temple gathered in front of the Buddha Hall and confronted Yuan Wen and others. No one fled."Huiguang, we have known each other for many years. Don't you have anything to say to me?" Yuan Wen stepped forward and said to Hui Guang who knocked the wooden fish.After hearing yuan's words, Huiguang stopped the wooden fish in his hand, stood up slowly, turned around and said, "I don't want to say anything more about you, only one word to tell you.""What do you say?" Yuan asked in a deep voice."Hypocritical sincerity is more terrible than the devil." Master Huiguang looked into Yuan Wen's eyes and said faintly.Yuan asked after listening to master Huiguang's words, his eyes sank and said coldly, "you mean I'm the devil?"Hui Guang looked at Yuan Wen and smiled without saying anything. He slowly sank down. When his left hand just picked up the mallet on the ground.Yuan asked with a deep look and a low voice: "I'll show you my means as a devil!"With that, Yuan Wen's smart light burst and the cloud cold sword flashing cold light appeared in his hand. His body suddenly burst into a strong spiritual power and turned into a vigorous wind.The monks before the Buddha Hall were all ordinary accomplishments. How could they resist this vigorous wind, spit blood one after another and retreat back.Hui Guang said in a deep voice, "Amitabha, almsgiver yuan, put down the butcher's knife.""Butcher's knife? Ha ha, I'm not a butcher's knife, I'm a butcher's sword!" Yuan Wen laughed, then waved the cloud cold sword in his hand, and a sharp sword came out of the sword and swept towards the fallen monks."Ah..." when the sword was swept, screams came and went.With just a wave, there was a Shura field in front of us. Most monks were dead on the spot, and some who did not die were also broken arms and short legs."Ha ha..." as a monster, the strong man looked at the bloody scene in front of him, stimulated his ferocious nature, began to laugh wildly, the sword in his hand flashed, and continued to chop at some struggling monks, resulting in their lives.And one side of Yi'an looked at the tragedy in front of him. For some reason, there was a trace of sadness in his heart, which had never felt before."Amitabha!" Master Huiguang gave a low cry, the golden awn in his hand burst, and a whole body golden ring staff appeared in his hand."Huiguang, do you still want to fight with me? Although your strength has reached the level of Zhenwu success, there is no chance of winning in front of me." Yuan Wen sneered at master Huiguang.Huiguang still didn't answer his words and slowly walked out of the Buddha Hall."You ignore me! Die!" Yuan Wen gave a low cry and his eyes were cold. The cloud cold sword in his hand once again burst out a powerful spiritual power. The temperature in the open space in front of the Buddha Hall suddenly dropped and snow began to fall."Kill!" Yuan Wen whispered. When the cloud cold sword in his hand was about to split towards Hui Guang, Hui Guang jumped and came to a big bell above the Buddha Hall."Bang!" With a loud noise, the golden ring staff in Huiguang's hand knocked on the big clock, and the bell spread all over Qingtai mountain.In front of a large bluestone on the north slope of Qingtai mountain, the little monk who silently recited the wish of the Tibetan Bodhisattva heard the bell, stopped chanting and looked in the direction of Qingtai temple."Why ring the bell so late?" The little monk said silently.Then he remembered the master's previous instructions, no matter what sound he heard, he didn't stop, so he concentrated on reading the local scriptures"Dying, still want to ring this broken bell! Die!" Yuan asked in a low voice, and the cloud cold sword in his hand was suddenly picked up. The spirit flashed over the blade, and a very cold sword Qi came out of the sword and split into Hui Guang's body.
