Nuo festivals are happening in the city, but this street is quiet.

The sound of drums in the distance was like thunder, coming in waves.

Monk Hu felt sorry for himself, and the scene in front of him was not a true portrayal of his fate.

In the prosperous city of Chang'an, everyone was happy and happy, but he was alone and depressed.

He was born in a country in the Western Regions. He was originally the son of a businessman and became a monk in order to get ahead.

In the Sangha, we also pay attention to the roots and connections. After working for decades, we have learned the ability to serve ourselves, but other than that, we have gained nothing.

In order to seek his family background, he followed the caravan across the Gobi Desert and traveled through dangerous mountains and rivers, struggling on the edge of life and death.

Finally, he came to Chang'an City, the most majestic city on land.

He thought he had a place to display his ambition, but reality gave him a basin of cold water.

Chang'an City, the center where the four directions gather, is full of strange people and strange people, and it is a hundred times more involved than the hometown.

Here, having connections doesn’t necessarily mean you will get ahead, and having skills doesn’t necessarily mean you will get ahead. Only by having both can you make a name for yourself.

He is not willing to waste his time and does not hesitate to seek refuge with noble people and high officials in order to get a ladder to climb up.

He named himself "Seng Keshou", a localized name with auspicious meaning, just to please the big shots.

He even used his magic skills to kill innocent people and do dirty things for those in authority.

In framing Zhong Dao, he took the initiative to seek an opportunity to please the noble man.

Wrapped in red clothes and wrapped in a coffin with eight ropes, hanging in the air, this was a three-fold attempt to die in vain, leaving him unable to live in peace after death, and tortured to the point of leaving his soul.

However, in a sudden change, the situation of wasted death was over.

"Nothing can happen to a noble person."

Seng Keshou ran wildly with his feet, his heart full of worries. This was his last life-saving straw and there was no room for failure.

Having tasted all the beatings in the world, he already knew how valuable a backer is. Without the support of noble people, even if he has a lot of skills, he can only wallow in the mud and suffer a low life for the rest of his life.

"Are you that monster monk?"

A figure came out of the wall next to him and hit him unexpectedly, knocking Monk Hu away.

"The bones are strong."

Zhong Sheng stood firm, thinking that the collision just now would at least cause the opponent's head to break and bleed.

However, the demon monk staggered and stood firm.

"Amitabha."

Seng Keshou looked at Zhong Sheng and saw that the "wall penetration technique" just now was a technique used by strangers from the Central Plains.

Zhong Sheng looked at him and nodded, yes, he was an alien monk named Seng Keshou.

"It turns out he is still a ghost, and he deserves to be damned even more."

Without saying a word, he raised his sword towards the opponent's hairy chin, intending to cut off Monk Hu's throat.

Dang!

At the last moment, Monk Keshou took out a knife from his monk's robe and held the edge of the long sword.

Zhong Sheng was about to knock the opponent's knife away with all his strength, but he saw Seng Keshou suddenly dwarf and disappear from his sight.

Then the sword light rotated and went up the sword body to cut Zhong Sheng's clenched fingers.

"What a monster!"

Unexpectedly, this monster monk also has the skill of stabbing with a knife, and the city of Chang'an is really Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon.

Zhong Sheng moved the sword like the wind, the tip of the sword turned around, hit the blade of the sword, and knocked it out.

The long sword continued to strike, stabbing Monk Keshou in the chest, and then slashed downwards, blood splattered out.

"Hmm!"

Seng Keshou rolled backwards, stood up, touched the long and narrow wounds on his chest and abdomen, closed his eyes and began to chant.

A strange scene happened. The wound opened by the sword blade turned out with flesh and blood, like a baby opening its mouth. However, as he muttered words, it began to shrink and close, and the blood flow gradually stopped.

"Have any strangers from the Tang Dynasty seen my Yogayana?"

Seng Keshou closed the wound and struck Zhongsheng again with the knife.

The power of the knife was about to be exhausted, and the arm suddenly stretched, the joints were dislocated, and it was as flexible as a snake, and it stretched a lot in an instant.

Zhong Sheng didn't react in time, and was hit in the chest by the blade. He suddenly reacted, "I am the body of the soul

Immediately, with an open mind, the body separated, and the long knife passed through the body without leaving any damage.

Seng Keshou was so surprised that he tried his best to perform Yoga Vehicle and Sword Techniques. The bones in his body seemed to be pulled away, and the sword light was slashed from various weird angles, covering Zhong Sheng's body like a rainstorm.

The Thousand-Headed Naga Phase of Yogayana.

However, the body of the soul wanders between reality and reality, repeatedly giving way to the blade.

On the contrary, the sword was sharp, and under Zhong Sheng's movement, it stabbed Seng Keshou's arm and thigh multiple times.

The smell of blood is getting thicker in the air, and there are blood drops everywhere under your feet.

Seng Keshou's steps gradually became sluggish, and he felt a little weak. Suddenly he saw a silver light that blocked his sight, and he felt bad.

There was a crash on the ground, and his shoulders felt cold, and his right arm was cut off on the spot.

"Leave it for a useful life and worry about it later."

Seng Keshou moved into a 'multi-headed snake' posture, rolled over, picked up his bloody arm, and was about to pull away.

Yogayana has various magical abilities to manipulate the skin, heal wounds, and regenerate broken limbs.

This time he escaped with his life, and he had many ways to reattach his broken arm.

"Whoosh."

He raised a finger and twirled the white bracelet on his fingertips, whining and turning.

The sound had a soul-stirring effect. Zhong Sheng stopped when he heard it and raised his sword in front of him out of caution.

"Go."

As soon as Seng Keshou finished speaking, the white bracelet flew out and hit Zhong Sheng's chest.

Zhong Sheng couldn't move away this time, and his chest sunk so much that it couldn't be penetrated.

"Oh, it's not the bardo."

Zhong Sheng heard his strange screams and murmured what the bardo was, but the ring hurt quite a bit.

He looked at the ring visually and found that it was carved from white bones, without any cracks or cracks inside ordinary wood and stone.

There seems to be a small world inside, hiding hundreds of wailing and screaming souls.

"This is unreasonable. You evil monk, you will die."

Zhong Sheng's hair stood on end, his long sword opened the ring, and sparks shot out as it rotated and rubbed, but it was unable to cut through the bone bracelet.

Looking up, Seng Keshou saw that the situation was not good and had already turned around and fled, leaving him with a back figure.

The demon monk's legs and feet are as light as a snake's shuttle, and he will disappear at the intersection in the blink of an eye.

"Where to go?"

Zhong Sheng shook off the bone bracelet, rounded the long sword and shot it out of his hand. He then flew up with a kick and hit the hilt of the sword.

The straight silver light passed through the street, arriving first and hitting Monk Keshou's back.

Seng Keshou fell to the ground, and the muscles on his lean back were squirming and pinching, blocking the tip of the sword from entering his body.

Zhong Sheng, as light as a feather, dodges to the back, holds the hilt of the sword, and presses down hard.

Phew, blood is pouring out, no matter how powerful the yoga is, it can't save it

Monk Keshou turned over and lay on the ground. As he lay dying, he murmured, "I am not willing to accept it, even if I die."

"Then you go die."

Zhong Sheng drew his long sword and cut his throat, his head rolled to the side.

Snap, the sole of the foot hits the head, and with a little force, the juice splashes out, red and white falling to the ground.

This time, the demon monk was completely dead.

Zhong Sheng wiped his long sword, and the night wind blew and fell on the headless corpse at his feet.

This scene is definitely very atmospheric.

"Oh, I'm so excited to kill, I actually forgot to torture, who is the dog officer who framed my second uncle?"
Chapter completed!