The sound of the Buddha's name is like thunder from the plains, spreading into the chaotic battlefield.
However, except for a few people who had the strength to be distracted and subconsciously glanced at the source of the sound with their peripheral vision, most of the troops were still fighting and had no time to focus on a monk who suddenly arrived.
In this kind of battle between masters, the opponent will seize the opportunity to kill him with a single blow if he is distracted even a little bit, and he will be killed on the spot.
A figure in a moon-white monk's robe approached Liu Mingzhi slowly from far away.
I really just walked slowly, as if I was not in the middle of a murderous battlefield, but as if I was taking a leisurely stroll on an outing.
Compared with Liu Sandao's coquettish appearance and Song Zhong's overbearing appearance, the way people came was too ordinary.
He is so ordinary that in the eyes of others he is as inconspicuous as a little novice monk with no skills.
However, none of the masters such as the Two Kings of Wind and Thunder, the Twelve Shadow Protectors, the Shadow Master, and Lao Zhou would look down upon this ordinary little monk.
At this time, seeing the murderous scene in Fengyundu, anyone who dared to come in alone was either a fool or an extraordinary person.
It may not be appropriate to say he is a young monk, because although the visitor is wearing a moon-white monk's robe, he has thick black hair on the top of his head.
Although compared to everyone present, these hairs are pitifully short, but compared to the status of a monk, they are so out of place.
Such a strange costume makes people feel a little strange.
"Amitabha, this young monk has come to this world and has met Almsgiver Liu, met two old friends, and met all seniors."
Liu Mingzhi looked at the hair on Fan's head in surprise, wondering what was going on with this master.
"Master Liaofan, have you returned to secular life?"
Compared with Liu Sandao and Song Zhong, Liu Mingzhi and Fan have met several times over the years.
The last time we met was when this guy returned from Buddhist scriptures and went to the palace to pay homage to him.
But if you think about it carefully, it was already many years ago.
Liao Fan nodded with a half-smile and clasped his hands together: "Amitabha, I will live up to the Tathagata and I will live up to you!"
Liu Sandao seemed to have remembered Fan's identity, and raised his hand to give Fan a fist.
"It turns out it's the little master. We parted ways in the south of the Yangtze River. It's been more than ten years. It seems that the little master has become an eminent monk. Congratulations."
"I've met Donor Liu, but I haven't seen him for more than ten years, and Donor Liu is still as charming as ever."
Song Zhong looked with interest at Liao Fan who was chatting with Liu Sandao and Young Master Liu: "Are you the little bald donkey who lost everything in the world back then?"
Liao Fan, who half-smiled at Liu Sandao, his face stiffened, and the corner of his mouth twitched as he looked at Song Zhong.
"Donor Song, it's okay to call him a stinky monk. The little bald donkey is really too much."
"Okay, are you the stinky monk who was followed by a pretty little beauty?"
"Well...Donor Song is really upright. He is just a young monk. After more than ten years apart from Jiangnan, Donor Song still speaks..."
"Amitabha!"
As the young monk Liao Fan was speaking, he suddenly said the Buddha's name, and a shadow of Sakyamuni Buddha condensed around Fan without any warning.
A loud and melodious sound like an ancient bell spread across Fengyundu, and the sword in the hand of the Wind King was slashing at the shadow of Sakyamuni Buddha, making it difficult to move forward.
Liao Fan turned around and looked behind him with a strange expression. The appearance under the Wind King's cloak could not stop the discerning eyes of a person of Fan's level.
Looking at the slightly surprised old man under the cloak, Liao Fan shook his head gently.
"Donor, the young monk is a monk and rarely gets angry.
But damn, if you want to fight, can you let me finish talking to my old friend first?"
Liao Fan moved in response to the words. As soon as he finished speaking, his slender white palm suddenly swatted towards the Wind King. A mysterious palm print condensed in the void and directly enveloped the Wind King and swatted away.
The Wind King immediately drew his sword and slashed vertically to meet him. With a loud bang, the two of them each took three steps back and stopped.
Compared to the fierce duels and turbulent internal energy of the masters around them, the two simple waving gestures were somewhat dazzling and colorful, but the real competition was actually a bit plain and simple.
"In the body of the Immovable Ming King, the Great Sun Tathagata casts down the demon seal! Are you a disciple of the Great Bei Zen Forest in the West Desert?"
"A poor monk from the east...well..." Liao Fan said as he subconsciously patted his forehead and glanced at Young Master Liu's position with a resentful look.
"Amitabha, I'm sorry, I just said it smoothly. The young monk Liaofan came from under my Buddha's seat."
"Little Master, you don't need to quibble. The Immovable King's Body and the Great Sun Tathagata's Demon Subduing Seal are the famous skills of the old monk Baishan. I still have some discernment in this.
Little Master, since you are an outsider, why do you need to be in the world again and only be involved in cause and effect?"
"Amitabha, all living beings are me, and I am all living beings. The young monk came here this time not to be involved in cause and effect, but to understand one cause and effect."
"Stop teasing these Buddhist principles with me and going against the court. Do you want the Dabei Zen Forest to be destroyed by the cavalry of the army one day?
I advise you to leave quickly and don't get into trouble and burn yourself."
"Amitabha, you can't retreat, you can't retreat!"
"you......."
The Shadow Master, who had been watching the battle, looked at Feng Wang who was speechless after being retorted by Fan. He shook his head slightly, and the Shadow Master, who had been standing next to the carriage just now, suddenly appeared in front of Fan.
Liao Fan was startled and subconsciously took a step back. He clenched the beads tightly between his fingers and stared cautiously at the shadow master who suddenly appeared.
"You're such a bastard. You don't have martial ethics, so you're bullying the minority with more people, right?"
The film owner was not dissatisfied because of Liao Fan's words. He glanced at Fan lightly and then looked at Liu Sandao and Song Zhong.
"Liu Sandao, the swordsman at the edge of the sea, and Song Zhong, the coffin-carrying craftsman from Jiangnan."
You two, the contract signed between the imperial court and the martial arts sects a hundred years ago stipulates that no one in the martial arts world can interfere with the affairs of the imperial court, otherwise the clan will be destroyed, and you won’t know about it, right?
Especially little brother Liu, you were born in Dao Yahai, and Dao Yahai has a deep connection with the imperial court and has had a cooperative relationship for hundreds of years.
Do you know that today's actions will bring disaster to Dao Yahai?
Little brother Song, although you have no sect and your unique skills are acquired by chance, aren't you afraid that the little butterfly on the lonely mountain outside Jinling City will not be able to rest in peace even in death?
Today is a matter of the imperial court. You have interfered in the affairs of the imperial court without permission and violated the rules first. Don’t blame the imperial court for whatever the imperial court wants to do.
It’s not too late to pull back from the brink!”
Although the film owner's words were plain, the threat contained in them was extremely obvious.
Liu Mingzhi's heart suddenly trembled after hearing what the film host said, and he looked at Liu Sandao and the three of them nervously.
Of course he knew the rules of the imperial court and the martial arts world. Normally, when people from the martial arts world entered the city, they had to report to the local government for registration, let alone those who were clearly interfering in the affairs of the imperial court.
Liu Mingzhi couldn't help but become a little nervous, wondering whether Liu Sandao and his three old friends would retreat under the pressure of the court.
Although Liu Mingzhi was nervous, there was nothing he could do.
He's not his subordinate, he's just an old friend.
It is their duty to help them, but it is their duty not to help them.
There's nothing to complain about.
Under Liu Mingzhi's nervous gaze, Liu Sandao and the other three looked at each other silently.
"I, Liu Sandao, have been away from Dao Yahai for many years. I am here just for the sake of my brother."