Chapter 311 Words confuse the heart, and the heart of killing gradually arises

As soon as Huang Lin finished speaking, Wen Gang's eyes shrank.

"Amitabha! Are you trying to avenge Shi Zhixuan?"

"The chairman of Wen Gang was joking. Huang and Shi Zhixuan had never known each other. How could he say he would avenge him?"

Huang Lin waved his hand with a smile.

Wen Gang couldn't refuse, stared at Huang Lin and looked deeply for a few more times before speaking:

"Amitabha! It is reported that Donor Huang is the descendant of the Evil King. I wonder if this is the case?"

As soon as he said this, many masters next to him read it.

Although Huang Lin beat the Evil Sword Immortal to the Sword Immortal during this period, the title of the successor of the Evil King did not dissipate so easily last year.

Although Shi Zhixuan does not use a sword, the older generation of people in the martial arts world think that some of Huang Lin's martial arts skills are indeed quite similar to Shi Zhixuan when he was young. In addition, the shadow assassin also uses a sword. This sword immortal is the descendant of the Evil King.

Not unusual.

"Sher~"

Huang Lin sneered, looked at Wen Gang inexplicably and said, "Huang has said that he doesn't know Shi Zhixuan, why does the old monk still forcefully connect him to Huang? It's really a rumor spreading, and he broke his legs when he refuted the rumors.

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Speaking of this, Huang Lin narrowed his eyes slightly, and a little chill appeared in his eyes.

"Huang also heard that Tiantai Sect's pursuit of children is very effective. Those women always burn incense and pray for children. After spending half a day alone in a quiet room in the temple, it didn't take long."

Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by the monks behind Wen Gang.

"presumptuous!!"

"All nonsense!"

"Amitabha!"

Seeing these monks glaring at him, Huang Lin looked at Wen Gang and smiled, and then said:

"How do you feel if you are misunderstood by the literary guild?"

Du Fuwei, who was beside him, felt like a storm.

He just felt that Huang Lin was not very brave and his courage was really fat!

Master Zhihui is one of the four great saints monks. He has great prestige in Buddhism. At this time, he is in the temple. This guy dares to speak dirty words in front of the temple. He is really bold!

Nie Jing, the "ghost claw" who was not far from him, was even more stunned, and he didn't even know that he had lost his beard.

"Amitabha! I don't expect that Donor Huang is a good eloquent person. I'll wait in front of the temple for a long time. I'm rude, please!"

Wen Gang closed his eyes slightly, lowered his eyebrows and sang the Buddha's chant, and then said slowly.

His eyebrows were drooping, making people look invisible, but everyone present knew that today's affairs would be difficult to be good.

"You are kind to the host, please!"

Huang Lin was not polite, and walked side by side with Wen Gang and entered the temple.

Du Fuwei and others next to him also had a reception arrangement for the monks, and they entered one after another.

I crossed the temple gate and turned the screen wall, and my eyes were filled with joy.

This is a huge square, with the ground paved with stone bricks. Two rows of stone pillars that are more than four feet high extending from the steps in front of the Heavenly King Hall in the distance, forming a passage about a width of about a meter to divide the square

In two parts.

The Heavenly King Hall faces north and south, tall and majestic, with rich doors and green tiles. The walls and eaves are painted with a layer of bright yellow pigment, which is slightly dazzling under the reflection of the sun.

Huang Lin glanced at him and found that the two groups of people in the square were clearly separated.

Located on the square on the east side of the stone pillar passage are two men in brocade clothes and wide robe, behind which are full of high-end soldiers.

One of them is about thirty years old, with a slim face and a mighty temperament. Although he was talking to the scribe next to him with a smile, he occasionally glanced at the crowd opposite the square, but his eyes were filled with coldness.

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Another man was wearing a wide Confucian robe with frosty temples, which seemed to be quite old, but his appearance was only middle-aged. He was elegant and elegant, with elegant style, giving people a sense of extraordinaryness.

On the square on the west side were some people dressed in the world, including Du Fuwei and others who followed Huang Lin, who were also led there by Zhike Monk.

"snort!"

The gaze of the mighty man on the east side stopped on Huang Lin for a few breaths, and was attracted by Du Fuwei, who was wearing a wide robe and big sleeves behind him, and he couldn't help but snort coldly.

Du Fuwei looked at him, and first clasped his fists to the scribe-like man, and then said to another person with a sinister test:

"Who is clamoring for a certain family? It turns out that it is a hunting dog around the foolish emperor. If you die here, I wonder if that foolish emperor will feel heartbroken?"

"Haha, I wonder if the arm guards in your sleeves are as hard as your mouth!"

Yu Wenji leaned back, and a bright light appeared in his eyes, and his words brought Xiao Sha.

Only then did Huang Lin realize that this person was Yu Wenji, so he couldn't help but look at him a few more times.

After Yu Wenji discovered it, he twitched a stiff smile and said, "Boy, you are good at abilities. Are you interested in doing things with me?"

Huang Lin felt funny, but his face was speechless: "Your Excellency, think about how to escape first!"

Geyang and Lujiang are the base camps of the Jianghuai Army. They were run by Du Fuwei, and Huang Lin really couldn't think of why Yu Wenhua had to get in.

Yu Wenhuaji was repeatedly confronted, and his face suddenly became gloomy. He stared at Huang Lin and slowly stood up, and said in a cold voice:

"If you don't want toast, I want to see what you can do!"

There is a big move that you will take action if you disagree.

Only then did Huang Lin realize that this person was tall and thin, with long hands and feet. He felt that this Yu Culture might be a dog!

He didn't seem to have any other meaning in his words just now, right?!

But Du Fuwei, who went to the square on the west side, looked at Yu Wenji with thoughts, then called his relatives to follow him, and after a few whispers, the relatives jogged out of Jingju Temple.

Seeing that Yu Culture and Huang Lin were about to break out, the literary guise was in no way, but the Buddha's name came out of the Heavenly King's Hall.

"Amitabha!"

Huang Lin immediately recognized that the owner of the voice was the one who had fought with him in the air before.

With the Buddha's name, Yu Wenhe slowly dissipated the ice true energy he had just mentioned. He glanced at Huang Lin and sat back in the chair.

He just pretended to behave and reminded Du Fuwei in a vague way. As for whether the other party could grasp it, he didn't care at all.

As for his own safety issues, Du Fuwei was about to take care of himself, so how could he have time to chase him?

Do you really think Xiaoguowei is made of paper?

In addition to the more than 20 people behind him, there were more than a hundred cavalry left at the foot of the mountain, with elite soldiers and good horses, and they were afraid that they would not be able to return to Yang Guang?

"Donor Huang is so young, it's really enviable."

The sound is soft and makes people feel good at it with one sound.

Huang Lin's pupils tightened, and his mind suddenly collapsed as he watched the old monk stepping out of the Heavenly King Hall!

The old monk's voice is strange!

"I admire the master for such a long life."

The sound is like a roar of hell and a gust of wind. The effect is only between the two of them. The people in the squares on both sides sounded extremely normal, and they all thought they were playing a maneuver.

Only Yu Wenhua and the Confucian scholar next to him seemed to have seen something.

"Moo!!"

Master Zhihui pinched a handprint and spoke the truth. The cold wind suddenly dissipated. Only the floating monk's robe showed that the two of them had just exchanged hands from the air.

It was not until this time that Du Fuwei and Yu Wenhua, who were the most powerful in the field, realized that the two were already fighting.

"Amitabha!"

After singing the Buddha's name, Master Zhihui looked at Huang Lin and said, "I have walked all the way of donor Huang."

The voice pointed directly into Huang Lin's heart, making him feel that what wisdom said was very reasonable.

If Huang Lin hadn't been tempted by nature and had a slight coldness flowing around the Niwan, he might have been hit!

Huang Lin's eyebrows and eyes were lowered, and the murderous intent flashed in his eyes, and he slowly said:

"Words confuse the heart, it doesn't seem to be a good way!"
Chapter completed!