Song of Adolescence

As Zen Master Da Jue spit out a mouthful of blood, the six Zen Masters behind him became even more earthy, and Da Pu, who had been injured, fainted.

"This...this...this..." Lei Wujie pointed at the sword that came from the sky, and was stunned. He had seen Minghou's sword on that snowy night. It was also extremely domineering, but before his eyes But this knife is clear and clever. I don’t know how much.

"This sword force has at least destroyed half of Wuxin's non-bad magical powers." Xiao Se sighed, "but it also aroused at least Dajue's killing intent ten times."

Dajue wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, looked at Wuxin, and shouted: "The mystery of Buddhism and Taoism, is it possible for you to ask the demons!"

Wuxin sneered: "The mystery of Dharma, look at the world, my master can say it, you can't say it!"

Zen Master Dajue's hands shook, and the golden robes on his body flew up violently, under his head against Wuxin. Unintentional didn't hide, and jumped up to smash the robes. He jumped into the air, and suddenly he chanted Sanskrit that he didn't understand, but his voice was clear and the melody seemed to be singing.

"What is he singing?" Lei Wujie asked.

Xiao Se frowned without answering.

Behind Dajue, two Zen masters fainted again, and the remaining three Buddhist beads in their hands broke apart one by one. Even if they chanted the Buddhist scriptures hurriedly, they still couldn't suppress the surge of blood in their hearts.

"Fan Yin Zhen Soul Song!" Da Jue's eyes widened, "Wuxin, what do you want to do!"

He didn't answer unintentionally, still voicing Sanskrit sounds, but his body shape retreated again and again.

Da Jue finally couldn't bear it, his skin color turned golden red in an instant, and he swooped in front of Wuxin in an instant, so fast that even Wuxin didn't react. Dajue strangled Wuxin's throat.

But the Sanskrit sound did not disappear.

Wuxin smiled suddenly, purple light flowing in his eyes, as charming and enchanting as before.

Dajue only felt that there were thousands of people in his ears chanting the Sanskrit soul-suppressing song at the same time, and his mind was drawn away almost instantaneously, but he had the protection of the magical power of King Kong, and he immediately stabilized his mind, but saw that Wuxin grabbed it. When he lifted his shoulders, he felt his body's true qi suddenly vent.

"Wuxin, you..." Da Jue was shocked. There are indeed evil martial arts such as Huagong Dafa in the arena, but for Dajue who is proficient in Buddhism supernatural powers, they are not afraid of such evil skills, but what they use unintentionally is obviously not as simple as Huagong Dafa.

"Don't stare at me, I don't know what the name of this Kung Fu is. The cover is ruined." Wuxin's face paled, "But I took a new name."

"Called to be compassionate to others!"

Wuxin pushed Dajue back with a palm, his face was as gray as death, and the golden body instantly faded away, and his tall figure has changed back to its original shape. He has become the old and thin old monk from the beginning, but compared to before , It seems a bit more sense of defeat. Behind him, the six monks had all fainted, and he was the only one who still held a sigh of relief and was able to stand barely.

"Dajue, I have ruined all of your decades of cultivation."

"But you Buddhism, this Raksha Hall 32 secret skills, I will not take away a point!" After Wuxin finished speaking, he vomited a mouthful of blood, Lei Wujie hurried forward to support him.

"I have lost my own skill? What's the problem? You clearly have other methods." Xiao Se also stepped forward, looking at Wuxin.

Wuxin smiled: "If you don't lose this magic power, I'm afraid that these old monks will really fight their lives and won't let me go."

Xiao Se wanted to say something, but after hesitating, he still didn't say anything.

"What do you want to say?" Wuxin asked.

Xiao Se smiled and said, "Sorrowful and compassionate, this time the name is pretty good."

"Always good, OK?" Wuxin smiled.

Lei Wujie looked at the withered look over there and asked: "Master, this fight is also done, and the unintentional kung fu is gone, should this way be cleared?"

Zen Master Dajue shook his head and sighed, "Thank Wuxin, Master Nephew for not killing."

"I'm a monk in Hanshan Temple, how can I break the murder precepts indiscriminately?" Wuxin tried to stand up, but he was dizzy and collapsed to the ground.

"I'll carry you." Lei Wujie gave Wuxin a hand.

"I'm afraid I can't leave yet." Xiao Se shook his head.

"What?" Lei Wujie looked at Xiao Se, but saw that Tang Lian and Wu Chan had walked up for some time, looking at them with a strange expression.

Lei Wujie immediately put Wuxin down, Wuxin fell to the ground with a painful "hum", Lei Wujie kicked him away with a light kick, and scratched his head at Tang Lian: "Brother... coincidence!"

Xiao Se white gave Lei Wujie a glance, with his hands in his sleeves, without speaking.

Wu Chan came over at this time, helped Wuxin on the ground, and sighed: "Junior Brother, you have suffered."

"Brother, how many years hasn't been back to Hanshan Temple?" When Wuxin laughed, his face no longer had that enchanting charm, and it looked as clear and clean as an ordinary 17-year-old boy.

"It's almost twelve years." Wu Chan replied.

"Do you miss Hanshan Temple?" Wuxin asked.

Wuchan did not answer, but silently carried Wuxin on his body, and walked forward step by step. When he passed by Master Dajue, he saluted with one hand: "Master Dajue, the teachings of the past twelve years, written down in Wuchan's mind Up."

"Actually, I made a bet with Wang Chan twelve years ago." Zen Master Dajue said suddenly.

"What are you betting on?" Wu Chan frowned slightly.

"Who won?" Wuxin, who was lying on Wuchan's back, asked the result directly.

"Now it seems that the gambling game has never been established, it is old Na's wishful thinking." Zen Master Dajue smiled bitterly.

"It seems that the old monk won." Wuxin smiled.

"It's not shameful to lose to the No. 1 Buddhism and Taoism School." Zen Master Dajue consciously stepped aside.

Lei Wujie looked at this strange scene, wondering in his heart, didn't Senior Brother and Wu Chan work with these old monks to catch Wuxin? Why is the atmosphere so harmonious?

"Brother...this?" Lei Wujie stepped forward and asked Tang Lian.

Tang Lian ignored him, just turned around and said, "Go?"

Lei Wujie was puzzled: "Where to go?"

Tang Lian pointed to the distance: "Snow Moon City."

Wuchan saluted Master Dajue again and walked forward: "Let's go back to Hanshan Temple."

But at the bottom of the mountain, dozens of riders have arrived, all dressed in a black cloak with a hood, and the headed person is wrapped in a black face towel. The young man beside him tore off his hood, looked at the few people walking down the mountain, and asked: "The monk at Jiulong Temple failed."

"It seems so." The leader said lightly.

"But they don't look good. The grey-robed monk is carrying the person we are looking for, right? So we came at the right time?" the young man asked.

The leader nodded.

"Victory is not martial." The young man curled his lips.

Wu Chan and others also stopped. Lei Wujie looked at the dozens of people in black riding in front of him, and asked, "Who are these people?"

"Wushuang City." Tang Lian said coldly.