Taoist chanting

In its mind, the monk represented the righteous side, and those who besieged were naturally bad guys and bandits.

To eliminate the bandits is to act chivalrously, and the old cripple told him to eliminate all evil.

No matter how many gangsters are killed, it will not affect the donkey.

Zhang Wenfeng stood still in the air and asked calmly, "Who is the bandit and who is the good? How do you judge?"

The spy Fan Chongfeng lurked in the bandits in the wild, and he must have done a lot of bad things with his gang, but can he be said to be a villain and a bandit?Isn't it for the sake of righteousness to bear the burden of humiliation?

For the Da'an Dynasty, what Fan Chongfeng did was good.

What about the evil he did?

The donkey almost scratched its head and ears. If it had hands, why did the temple master paint the lake?

Isn't this obvious, with eyes, one can tell that the guys who clamored to besiege earlier are a group of gangsters, and the monk who has been ruthless is called kindness, and judgment is still required?

Even the three little spirits lying in the gaps between the leaves of the vines were dissatisfied with the priest's statement.

"Monks are good guys, those guys are bad guys!"

Lu Xin'er couldn't understand the donkey's words, but she understood the donkey's meaning. After getting along for a long time, she could communicate with the donkey through movements and eyes. She supported the donkey's opinion in a low voice.

The other two little spirits quickly nodded in agreement.

At this moment, several green and cold lights protruded from the top of the mountain, divided into four directions, and stabbed fiercely at the trembling monk at this time. Amidst the screaming sound, dust rose up, and the murderous intent was fierce.

The donkey yelled: "I'll help the monk!"

It has a problem with the temple master. The temple master has been sitting on the tree and practicing for almost two months. Could it be that there is something wrong with his brain?

The problem was discovered yesterday, and the temple master spent a night to calm down his breath, and now even his thoughts are not right.

It also understands being alone, but it goes against its principles.

Even though the distant water cannot save the nearby fire, the donkey decided to help the monk instead of standing by and watching.

It still can't sit idly by!

Zhang Wenfeng didn't care, and he didn't object. He followed the anxious donkey. He was worried about the safety of the three little spirits on the donkey's back. .

The monk was quite embarrassed, and the cold green light came from waving his sleeves.

At this moment, his hands were empty and his whole body was weak, he quickly reached out to grab the hammer and the saber that had rolled to the ground a few feet away.

The green light flashed repeatedly, sweeping away the monk's hammer and Jiedao ahead of time.

Countless roots rushed towards the monk like a huge net from all directions, from the ground and the sky, only a small area under his feet did not have any ferocious roots like living things.

The monk's face was red like blood, and his eyeballs were also red. He stared at a place on the mountain and shouted:

"Broken bamboo head, you are courting death!"

Chapter 434 Unpredictable, or Confused?

Amidst the sound of howling through the air, the roots of the bamboo became sharp and sharp, and stabbed repeatedly at the monk who had almost no resistance. entangled opponent.

The monk cursed and used the knuckles of the middle fingers of his right hand as a hammer, and struck heavily on the back of the floating wooden fish in front of him.

He was able to keep his five-foot foothold because of Muyu's instinct to protect the Lord.

"Winter", the blazing white light bloomed again on the top of the mountain, more fierce than before, and spread out rapidly.

There was a dense sound of "squeaking" in the air, and countless stabbed bamboo spears and roots collided with the invisible white light, and they were instantly turned into ashes, and they were swept away by the strong wind, forming billowing smoke and dust.

"get out!"

The intense white light distorted the air, and the figure in the middle was shaking and unreal, not so real. The monk's voice could not conceal his hatred, and he knocked hard again.

"Winter", the wooden fish sound wave exploded on the hillside more than a hundred feet away.

The rocks splashed, and a group of blue and misty figures jumped out in embarrassment, and fled towards the northwest.

He thought that the monk had ordered to kill, his mood was unstable and his strength would be greatly damaged, so he could take the opportunity to kill him, but who knew that the kick hit the iron plate, and the monk who had issued the killing order simply smashed the pot and smashed it, and wanted to catch someone who was behind him and die together.

The cyan figure's intestines are regretful, why is he so impatient?Wait any longer.

"Die!"

The wooden fish made a third sound, and a white light pierced through the air, turning into a light spear and flying into the air in a flash.

The green figure waved and threw a bamboo shield and a bamboo joint, "Puff", the speed of the light spear was extremely fast, piercing the green shield and bamboo joints that had just been rotated and enlarged one after another, turning into a lightning strike, piercing the road It was too late to dodge the startled figure.

Zhang Wenfeng and the donkey both stopped three hundred feet away when the monk broke out and struck the wooden fish.

Seeing the figure in the northwest staggering and turning around, it was a short old man with a green face and blue hair, holding a bamboo stick in his hand, and there was a fist-sized hole in his chest, no blood gushed out, and the blue-black mist gushed out. Chung.

Zhang Wenfeng recognized the old man as a bamboo sprite, with high morals and scheming.

It's just bad luck to run into the hands of such a powerful monk.

The short figure showed torn cracks, and countless mist came out. The monk tried his best to strike and cut off the vitality of the green bamboo old man. Hatred appeared on the old man's face, and he tremblingly said: "Monk, your compassionate heart... It's all fake! You deliberately lured me to take action, you should go to Abi Hell, and you will never be reborn!"

The monk who held the wooden fish with both hands was bleeding from the seven orifices, which was terrible to see. He laughed a few times: "'Buddha has compassion, but also has the angry eyes of the Vajra'. After all the good words, you are obsessed with your obsession, and the monk still feels that it is more enjoyable to pick up the butcher's knife again. No Please remember, monks cannot go to hell, and you, a spirit who has been harming the world for hundreds of years, will not have an afterlife."

As the monk's words fell, the old bamboo sprite who hadn't taken advantage of it dispersed in the air with a "bang".

Under the sun, only a green bamboo fell straight down, and the green and black mist was blown away by the wind.

There was a dead silence at the foot of the mountain, and the surviving bandits watched their big leader appear to sneak attack, and was killed by the monk in twos and twos, they felt chilled in their hearts.

If there is only one monk, they may still be able to sneak away while the monk and the big boss are both injured and now they are miserable.

One man and one donkey rushing from the air made most of them despair.

When the snipe and the clam fight, the fisherman will benefit, and if there is a thunder in the wild, the monk will also be doomed.

At the same time, Zhang Wenfeng transmitted the sound to the donkey and the three fairies with a strong sense of justice: "Lu Zijin, do you still think that the monk needed help earlier?"

How can a donkey who doesn't take the opportunity to educate and only walk around in Da'an and toward the small rivers and lakes without knowing the dangers of the world stand up to this ups and downs?Since the monk can deal with a large number of bandits in the wild for two months, can he be treated like an idler?

If you have no means of saving your life, you are not worthy to go to the rivers and lakes to do good deeds and righteous deeds.

Furthermore, who is good and who is evil, how can it be possible to distinguish clearly in a short time?

He and the donkey walked in the wild rivers and lakes. With their abilities, there was nothing to be afraid of, but they still sailed carefully.

The donkey was silent, and the monk had a way of hiding it. He was a cunning guy, and he wasn't particularly angry. His heart was really complicated.

The three little spirits also didn't expect the monk to have the means to solve all the troubles easily. Their innocent hearts were shocked, why did the monk call for help so loudly?

"Use your brain more before you act next time, and take care of some nosy things."

Zhang Wenfeng didn't say much, he just said, "But do good deeds, don't ask about the future" is not suitable in the wild.

He believes that the donkey can improve after this experience, but after all, he has read less books and listened to more rivers and lakes stories.

"understood."

The donkey muffled the sound transmission, and glanced at the monk on the hill below who was covered in blood.

It can't see the weakness of the monk's life hanging by a thread. On the contrary, compared with the previous distorted face, the monk's whole aura is very different, as if he has stepped out of pain.

The monk looked up at a man and a donkey in the air, wiped the blood on his face with the sleeve of his left hand, clasped his hands together, and said, "Fellow Daoist, don't you want to pick up a ready-made bargain?"

Zhang Wenfeng ignored it, and the donkey said "watch the wind in the sky, take care of Lu Xiner and the others", and descended to the foot of the mountain.

The donkey understood, and its gaze suddenly became sharp, staring closely at the seemingly harmless but dangerous monk. As long as the monk showed signs of attack, its Leifa would hit the bald head without hesitation.

The monk hurriedly said: "Don't bother fellow Taoists, wait for the little monk to rest for a while, and explain the truth to them."

In a hurry, he stuck his feet in the rocky ground and couldn't pull them out. He couldn't stop the Taoist priest from cutting the weeds and roots. Even if he broke the killing ring, he still wanted to let the few living bandits go. He wanted to understand some truths.

Zhang Wenfeng poked his hand, and the shadow of his empty palm grabbed a man who was struggling to resist in the air, and threw it to Fan Chongfeng's side like a chicken. I'll heal your wounds, and of course I don't mind strangling a few disobedient ones."

His brilliant "photographing technique" shocked several other men who wanted to touch the talisman. Those who survived were all second-level monks, so they recognized that the person who did it was a third-level master, and they didn't know what this person was doing. ?To heal them?

Fan Chongfeng hurriedly stepped forward and shouted: "Brothers, don't move around, listen to the senior's arrangement."

He had already communicated a lot of words with Mr. Zhang, and saluted with a flattering smile on his face: "Thank you, senior, for healing us!"

The few men he took in were all dead, and no one recognized Mr. Zhang in front of him.

The monk touched his bald head, and was also smeared by the Taoist's deeds.

He didn't believe that Taoist priests would be so kind to treat and heal all bandits?

When he called for help earlier, the Taoist refused very simply, with a heart of stone, he didn't have the slightest intention to fight. It was because the donkey came rushing to help for some reason, and the Taoist followed, he could see clearly.

Zhang Wenfeng stretched out his hands and threw the six living bandits together. He pretended to make a formula with his hands. After he finished reciting the scriptures silently, he raised his hand, and a green mist appeared above the heads of the restless people. "Supernatural powers healed several bandits.

The bandits, including Fan Chongfeng, suffered serious internal shock injuries. In such a dangerous place, it would be more troublesome to rely on meditation to recover.

Under the nourishment of the green mist, the effect was immediate. The wounds in the bodies of several bandits improved greatly, and Fan Chongfeng among them naturally received more care invisibly.

The reason why he helped Fan Chongfeng was originally for Fan Chongfeng, otherwise why would he bother?

In about a word, the green mist disappeared into the sky.

Fan Chongfeng, who was meditating, pretended to be surprised and inexplicably got up, clasped his fists and saluted. The other people were not stupid, and they all saluted and thanked.

Zhang Wenfeng's face was calm, and said: "Thank you, there is no need. You guys take out all the treasures on your body, and allow you to keep a weapon for self-defense. Hurry up, and it will be my reward for shooting."

The six men looked at each other, and it took a long time to react.

Have they been robbed?

The monk stroked his bald head and said, "Can it still be like this?"

The image of that Taoist priest became blurred in his mind, why couldn't he understand it.

Unfathomable, or playing tricks?

Chapter 435

Leaving aside the dull-looking men who were looted at the foot of the mountain, Zhang Wenfeng flew into the air and threw a package to the monk who was scratching his bald head on the mountain.

The monk subconsciously waved his sleeves to roll up the dirt, and then threw the things on the ground as if his hands were hot. Seeing the Taoist priest without Taoist robes flying to the east, he didn't even say a word and seemed to be leaving, so he hurriedly called out: "Fellow Taoist!" , please stay!"

Zhang Wenfeng said with a smile: "Master, we have different paths, let's leave now."

Different paths do not conspire with each other, and he feels more and more that it is too much a coincidence to meet the monk here again.

The monk was in a mess and his face was covered with blood. He seemed to have recovered a bit, pulled his feet out of the rocky ground, and shouted: "Fellow Taoist, why should you reject people thousands of miles away? I'm not a bad person. It's rare that I meet you twice in the same place in the wild." , we have fate, why don't we sit down and talk?"

The few men at the foot of the mountain below didn't want to leave. If they didn't leave, they were worried that they would be in danger if they listened too much.

Their situation is very delicate, no one dares to stand up and leave first, for fear of being the first bird and being wiped out by two masters.

Fan Chongfeng glanced around with his eyeballs, and said via voice transmission: "Brothers, let's go, when will we wait if we don't go now?" He bowed his waist and quietly turned to the southwest mountain col. It cannot be overstated.

Fortunately, I met Mr. Zhang and helped him treat the serious injuries in his body.

Now the entire Yuaoling bandit nest is basically empty, only a few of their little chieftains and more than 1000 farming mortals are left, and he has shown that he can successfully fight for a good seat.

Mr. Zhang has become a habitual way of robbing, and soon, his belongings will be secretly returned by Xie Hufa.

Several other people were impressed by Fan Chongfeng's courage and determination at this time. Seeing that the man in the air and the monk on the top of the mountain ignored him, they hurriedly followed Fan Chongfeng and left.

Zhang Wenfeng had expected that the monk would not attack the remaining bandits.

He has seen it with spiritual eyes, the monk killed more than twenty mountain bandits with wooden fish, and there is no evil aura entangled in his body, except that before the monk was attacked by the bamboo spirit, he was very painful, and he was backlashed by breaking the precepts, and almost lost his life. Now There's nothing wrong with it.

He was a little curious, how did the monk do it?

It is true to say that killing evil is doing good, but it is not easy to resolve the troubles involving the "heart ring".

Zhang Wenfeng smiled as usual, and said: "Usually bad people say that they are good people, so as to gain people's trust so that they can do bad things, while good people don't emphasize that they are good people, because they are worried that they are not good enough."

The monk heard that the other party was ridiculing him for being shameless and having other purposes, so he laughed and said: "The monk has never said that he is a good person. Fellow Taoists, please wait a moment, the monk will save all the dead, and we will talk again."

He was so magnanimous that he acted as if the Taoist priest had agreed, beckoning to take back the hammer and the saber that had rolled into the distance, hung the wooden fish and the saber at his waist, clasped his hands together, and bowed slightly in all directions towards the top of the mountain.

There were white flames flickering little by little, burning the remnants of flesh and blood scattered from the hillside to the foot of the hill.

The monk had a compassionate expression on his face, chanted sutras, and walked on the burning mountain.

A dilapidated gray robe could not hide the solemnity and solemnity of the monk at this time. Under the slanting sunlight, his bald head was shining, and he had the temperament of a well-educated monk. Walking on the messy hillside was like walking in a magnificent temple hall.

The donkey watched the master take out the incense and light it, and landed on another part of the mountain, where he was also chanting and walking. It muttered, "It's very similar."

It no longer thinks about whether the monk is a good person or a bad person. It only thinks that the monk is a cunning guy, and he is as good as the master. Of course, the master is always a good person in its eyes, only the means are compared. ...unique, it still has a long way to learn.

Two different sutra rhymes, high and low, converge in the air to form a melody that is not related to each other but complements each other.