"Loxuan Buddha" sat motionless on the horse, with a solemn and solemn expression. He looked like a clay Buddha statue in the hazy color. His face was white, his eyes were bright, his lips were as bright as fire, and he was covered with a large golden coat.
The cassock covers from the shoulders to the ponytail, and sways with the ponytail from time to time.
"First officer, we're here!" A small leader rushed to "Luxuan Buddha", clasped his hands together, and saluted. Behind him, there were three people standing, all of whom had two swords intertwined on their necks.
Can't move either.
When the little leader saw that "Luxuan Buddha" had no reaction, he began to introduce the three people to him: "This is the first Yuanhe in the Confession Hall, this is the first Yuankong in the Medicine King Hall, and this is the first Yuankong in the Relic Temple."
Hearing Jing's name, Liao Xuanfo opened his eyelids, glanced at Jing with the whites of his eyes, curved his mouth, but said nothing.
Liao Jing looked at Liao Xuan on the horse and snorted coldly. His white eyebrows were raised high, his neck was raised high, and his bulging Adam's apple was almost close to the blade, but he was not afraid at all.
He looked as if he was competing with Xuan Bi.
When Liao Xuan Buddha looked at Jing's appearance, he was not angry. He smiled secretly in his heart and said, "How dare you, a relic-burner, compete with me, a living Buddha? You are not overestimating your abilities!" He thought like this and looked at
Yuanhe, Yuankong. He saw that Yuanhe had a balsam pear face, with two high eyebrows, holding hands, tightly locking the eyebrows together, and squeezing out layers of wrinkles. She really looked like a balsam pear, so funny
very.
He looked at Yuan He again. Yuan He was handsome. Even at night, his jade-like skin was more translucent than the two blades. In addition, at this moment, he held his head high and looked aloof. In a trance, this man was actually more beautiful than the two blades.
The blade is even more eye-catching.
Looking at Yuanhe's elegant appearance, Liao Xuanfo narrowed his eyebrows and couldn't help but touch his nose with his fingers. Suddenly, he felt that his nose was not as straight as Yuanhe. Looking at his eyebrows again, he couldn't help but touch his nose.
I felt that I was inferior to him. I couldn't help but feel jealous.
"Take Moluo Yuanhe to the front!" Liao Xuanfo said, "Give Jie a message. If he doesn't go out and surrender within a quarter of an hour, he will kill Yuanhe."
Following Xuan Buddha's instructions, the dozen or so shouting monks shouted one after another: "After the precepts, after the precepts, if you don't go out and tie your hands and surrender within a quarter of an hour, if you get the Xuan Buddha, you will kill Mara Yuanhe.
The Buddha then killed Mara Yuanhe."
Everyone in the Zen room was shocked, especially Liao Jie, whose face was even more shocked. He never expected that Liao Xuan would be in the Shaolin Temple, in front of his senior brother's Zen room, and kill someone in Shaolin Temple.
The first seat!
"He wasn't like this before, he wasn't like this before." Liao Jie murmured, "Master once said that he was the disciple with the most Buddhist heart. How could he be like this?"
Liao Jie listened to the message outside the meditation room, his eyes trembled in his sockets, and his brows seemed to be alive, trembling with surprise.
Cheng Wushou, on the other hand, looked calm and spoke slowly: "One thought becomes a Buddha, one thought becomes a devil, there is a fine line between good and evil. From the moment he left Shaolin, Liao Xuan fell into demonic obstacles, including heavenly demons, dead demons, and troubled demons. He escaped from all kinds of demonic obstacles.
If you can’t get out, you can only sink in.”
Qiao Zhenyue couldn't understand what Master Cheng Wu said, so he just asked: "Master Liaojie, are you planning to go out? In fact, with the four of us, Liao Xuan is definitely no match. We can pretend to go out and surrender, and then catch him off guard."
, it will not be a problem to save Master Yuanhe."
As soon as Qiao Zhenyue finished speaking, Yuan Ji said: "No!"
Everyone looked at Yuan Ji and saw that he was sticking to the window, having made a small hole in the window paper with his finger, observing the situation outside: "Not only do they have Yuan He, but they also have Yuan Kong He and Jing. Let's
The four of them can't save these three people together."
Where is Yuanrong? Qiao Zhenyue suddenly asked in his heart, all the lay monks in the Shaolin Temple except Yuanji were arrested by Xuan, how come he escaped? Is it an accident?
When Liao Jie heard what Yuan Ji said that three Shaolin leaders had been captured by Xuan Sheng, grief and anger arose in his heart. He clenched his fists and strode towards the door.
The moment he pushed the door open, a bloody smell hit his face.
Liao Xuan overestimated his patience. Every time he glanced at Yuan He, who was as clear as jade bones, he felt a little more jealous in his heart. After only a dozen glances, he felt jealous in his heart. He rubbed his palms and felt
Both palms were wet and hot, and sweat had soaked the cuffs. "Mara! Mara! He must be a Mara, I want to kill him!"
Following Xuan Fo's instructions, the translucent blade passed across his neck, which was even more translucent than the blade. Yuan He's head rolled to the ground like a ball of jade. Although his head was separated, his body still stood upright, like a jade ball.
His head lay quietly on the ground, his eyes closed, and he looked peacefully at the crazy Liao Xuan Buddha.
At the exact moment when Yuanhe's head fell to the ground, Lingjie pushed open the door and walked out.
Liao Jie looked at Yuan He's body, and grief suddenly welled up in his eyes. The grief, anger and melancholy in his belly turned into a layer of mist and condensed in his eyes like old wells, hazy and vicissitudes of life.
"Liao Xuan!" Liao Jie only said these two words, as if these two words alone exhausted all his strength.
Behind Liao Jie, Yuanji wanted to rush out and fight with Liao Jie, but was stopped by Qiao Zhenyue: "Master Yuanji, wait a minute. Liao Xuan doesn't know that we are in the Zen room. We are a surprise force. We
We have to wait until the best time to go out!"
Outside the Zen room.
Liao Xuan wanted to wait for Liao Jie's next words, but Liao Jie only said the word "Liao Xuan" and stopped talking. He couldn't make up his mind for a moment and didn't know whether he should speak or not. Finally, he decided
Still have to say
"Senior brother, please come back and be fine."
Liojie did not answer his words and only said: "Why did you kill Yuanhe? Do you know that he is the head of Shaolin Temple? Do you know that this is Shaolin Temple! Do you know that my Buddha is enshrined in this temple? You
Do you know that you are killing someone in front of the Buddha?"
Liao Jie suppressed the grief in his heart and cried blood as he spoke every word. At the end of the sentence, he was almost breathless, and his throat was rubbing against his vocal cords as he struggled to say the word "kill".
"I know." Liao Xuan replied calmly, "Of course he deserves to die because he is Mara."
"What about me? What am I? Do you want to kill me?" Liao Jie asked.
Liao Xuan smiled, a sad and mysterious smile: "You, you are the master of Mo Luo, of course you deserve to die!"
As he spoke, he waved his palm, and a group of archers had already set up their bows and drawn arrows, and the arrow points were pointed directly at the ring!
