Chapter 2452: Picking up flowers and walking alone

"The second main mission begins: Hold on to Shaolin until the last moment, and do not escape early. Success will reward one hundred good deeds, and failure will deduct one hundred good deeds."

The sparks fell and the words disappeared. Jiang Zhiwei and others removed a big stone in their hearts, lowered their eyes, and waited quietly for Xinji's inquiry.

Xinji nodded while looking at it, unable to hide the disappointment in his eyes, and finally sighed.

"In the face of the secular world, even monks are not immune to the secular world. This time, thanks to the donors who risked their lives to send this list, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous."

"Master Abbot's magical skills are unparalleled. Even if Duo'ercha leads many masters to attack, they still can't break Shaolin. We are just the icing on the cake."

"Monks don't tell lies. If the traitors attack, the mountain pass will not be able to be defended, and it will be difficult to stop Dorcha's army. Moreover, I am a man who is about to pass away, and his martial arts has long been gone. Dorcha is also known as the No. 1 barbarian. As a master, the wind and clouds are turbulent when he strikes, and Lao Na really has no confidence to stop him, so he can only abandon his body and look for opportunities to suppress him."

Abbot Xinji has a firm look on his face. He has great compassion and awareness of cutting flesh to feed eagles and sacrificing his life for charity. Duoercha has already half-stepped into the outdoor scene. He is more powerful than Master Xinji. He has no confidence that he can resist this The number one master of the barbarians could only fight to the death.

"Abbott, you must not do this! Keep yourself useful for the future!"

"Master, you have been powerful in the world for decades and are the symbol of my Shaolin. If you are here, even if the gate is destroyed, Shaolin will still be intact!"

One after another, the leading elders spoke out to dissuade him, but Abbot Xinji remained unmoved. He raised his right palm and pronounced a grand and solemn name of the Buddha.

"Amitabha, as monks, why can't you see through this stinky skin?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Master Xinji turned to look at the monk next to him and said.

"Arrange a few donors."

Before Meng Qi finished speaking, a figure flew out from behind Meng Qi at an extremely fast speed. Before anyone could react, he struck a hard palm on Abbot Xinji's lower abdomen.

"puff!"

Abbot Xinji was unprepared. He was seriously injured with a palm, and a mouthful of blood spurted out. He looked at the figure in shock.

Jiang Zhiwei and others also looked at this person in shock. This person was obviously their newbie companion Xiang Hui. He was just a member of a small gang and didn't have much skill.

"The ever-changing scholar!"

Abbot Xinji wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes darkened, revealing this person's identity.

In fact, Xiang Hui had already died on the way to Shaolin. He was replaced by the Variety Scholar at some point and lurked beside Jiang Zhiwei and others, causing them to break out in a cold sweat. Fortunately, the other party did not attack them. Otherwise, he might have died by now.

"Haha, the general asked me to say hello to the abbot!"

The ever-changing scholar laughed loudly and slipped out of the hall as fast as smoke.

A ray of sword light bloomed, catching the sight of the versatile scholar. No matter how he tossed and turned, the sword light was like a gangrene attached to his bones, which he couldn't get rid of. He couldn't help but exclaimed.

"What kind of swordsmanship is this?!"

Jiang Zhiwei was wearing a goose-yellow dress and holding a sword. She stopped in front of the Variety Scholar. Her pretty face was sinister, her eyes were like swords, and her swordsmanship was exquisite. She blocked the Variety Scholar's path, and the sword light was pointed at his eyebrows.

The white-bendered scholar was horrified to find that no matter what changes he made, the other party seemed to be able to see and hear them in advance and follow them without missing a beat. The piercing chill between his brows became thicker and deeper. How could there be such a powerful person in the world? The swordsman?

The Master of Virtue nodded frequently as he looked at the young girl showing off her grace. Jiang Zhiwei's swordsmanship improved again. Her sword moves were smooth and flowing, not limited to one move or another. She was freehand and natural, like a great writer who splashed ink and swiped his pen with ease, creating a famous masterpiece. Poetry through the ages.

The versatile scholar stepped on his left foot and used his right foot as a pivot. He turned around in a strange way, trying to get behind Meng Qi to avoid Jiang Zhiwei's tarsal sword.

"This step..."

Meng Qi suddenly felt that it looked familiar, and it was similar to one of the eight steps of the Divine Walk! As a result, he instinctively slid around and dodged behind the versatile scholar.

The versatile scholar was shocked and stunned. There was nothing in front of him, and the coldness between his eyebrows became more and more intense. He had to change his pace again, and under his guidance, Meng Qi performed his best move since he achieved the Eight Steps of Divine Walking.

The two are like dancing partners, dancing gracefully, constantly changing directions, but always standing opposite each other, with unpredictable grace.

"This damn monk!"

The Variety Scholar cursed in his heart. If he was given another time to breathe, he would definitely kill the young monk. However, after this short interruption, he had already seen the sharp tip of the sword.

As a Shaolin monk, how could De Xing allow the Variety Scholar to leave calmly after hurting Abbot Xinji? He took one step forward, as if using his magical power, and suddenly appeared in front of the Variety Scholar, raising his right hand, thumb and middle finger With a pinch, an invisible finger force popped out, and in the Variety Scholar's frightened eyes, it shot into the center of his eyebrows, and a little scarlet appeared, like cinnabar.

"Well!"

The versatile scholar looked at the Master of Virtue in disbelief, raised his arm and pointed at him, moved his mouth twice, and fell to the ground.

"Pick your fingers?!"

Meng Qi's expression moved slightly. He had seen the master of the martial arts academy demonstrate this unique skill in the Shaolin Temple in the main world. He did not expect that the senior monks in the Shaolin Temple in this world also knew this unique skill.

Meng Qi was about to speak when he suddenly saw the golden Buddha holding flowers and smiling again. The flames sprang up and were rewoven into words, which were constantly changing.

"Side mission one: Kill the 'Various Scholar' among the four innate masters of the enemy camp. Jiang Zhiwei will reward thirty good deeds, and Zhending will reward twenty good deeds."

"Description of side mission: Kill one of the four innate masters of the enemy camp. Participants will receive corresponding good merit rewards based on task difficulty, strength comparison, and level of contribution."

Duoercha has four great innate masters, Zhenheluo, Guan Haoran, Variety Scholar, Kuang Chengwang, White-browed Wolf, Borhan, and Palm Qiankun, Tang Shun. On the way to Shaolin, Zhang Yuanshan killed Guan Haoran. , now only two of the four masters are left.

"The second side mission starts: kill the general Doercha. Depending on the contribution, participants will be rewarded with rewards ranging from fifty to two hundred good deeds!"

"This disciple has forbidden killing, please ask the abbot to punish him!"

The Master of Virtue ignored the surprise of Meng Qi and others, clasped his hands together, and bowed down to apologize to Abbot Xinji.

"Amitabha, the virtue, the Buddha has a compassionate heart, but also has the angry eyes of Vajra."

"Now that the Central Plains is being robbed, the world will collapse, and monks will have to start killing!"

A look of determination appeared on Abbot Xinji's face. Compassion also requires the protection of Vajra means. Now that the Central Plains have reached a critical moment of life and death, there is no need to care about these precepts.

"Amitabha, I am a merciful Buddha. Even a poor monk does not want to kill. However, killing is to protect living beings. Killing karma is not killing people. If I don't go to hell, who will go to hell?"

The Master of Virtue has an enlightened look on his face, a majestic appearance, a high attained monk, and the Buddha's light shining faintly around his body, which makes people revere him.

"This monk is so advanced in his cultivation. He killed the Variety Scholar with just one flick of his finger. He is no weaker than Abbot Xinji, the peak innate master who has opened the Nine Apertures!"

Jiang Zhiwei's knowledge was astonishing, her beautiful eyebrows were slightly furrowed, and a trace of surprise flashed in Qiu Shui's bright eyes. Although the strength of the Variety Scholar was not as good as hers, it was only a little bit behind. He was actually killed by this master of virtue with one finger. The strength of this master of virtue Far surpassing myself, enough to be in the top five of the main world's people list.

Because Jiang Zhiwei and others brought the Variety Scholars, the Shaolin monks did not dare to trust them. They could only act as evil masters once and drove them down the mountain. They did not dare to let them live in the temple. This made Jiang Zhiwei and others extremely depressed, but they were helpless. .

Shaolin Temple, inside the Main Hall.

"Abbott, how are you injured?"

After Meng Qi and others left, an old monk with white eyebrows behind Abbot Xinji asked with concern.

A flush suddenly appeared on the heart-stricken and yellow face. He opened his mouth and sprayed out, and a mouthful of blood fell like rain, staining the cassock on his chest red.

"Abbott!"

"Master!"

The Shaolin monks all exclaimed, and they instantly understood that the abbot had only suppressed his injuries before, and did not expose his weakness in front of the group of people whose origins were unknown.

Xinji waved his hand, sat down cross-legged, and took a breath.

"It doesn't matter. I'm fine for the time being, but I can't use 50% of my skills."

All the monks were silent. The abbot was already old and frail, so he was probably not a match for the barbarian general Doercha. Currently, he only had five powers left, so there was even less hope.

"Abbott, now that the matter has come to this, our top priority is to preserve the incense of this temple."

"Junior Brother Xinchan, I understand what you mean."

Abbot Xinji nodded slightly, looked back at the golden Buddha statue with a slightly vicissitude, and sighed.

"The barbarians have gained the right moment, and it is the day when the flowers are blooming. The barbarian general Duoercha is the best master in the world. He has been in power all his life and rarely encounters failure. He has three hundred iron wolf soldiers under his command, making him invincible."

"If I, Shaolin, are to die together, I can still hope to block Duoercha, but I can only block it for a while. And now it seems that I can't block it even for a moment."

"I am willing to use this old and frail body to hold off Duoercha and create opportunities for the monks of He Temple to escape. After all, if I don't die, Duoercha will chase after him and never give up. He will drag you down and others by mistake. The transfer of secret scriptures and relics."

Duoercha has three hundred iron wolf soldiers under his command. It is said that they are trained with secret techniques. They are all extremely powerful, feel no pain, and are not afraid of death.

The white-browed old monk and the others were silent again. They all knew that Duo'er inspected the abbot like a thorn in his side and that this round of siege was mostly aimed at wiping out the top masters. If the goal is not achieved, even if the sect abandons its ancestral business, the brutal pursuit will not stop. And if Abbot Xinji passes away, the pursuit faced by other monks will be much less severe. At least General Duoercha, a supreme master, will not stop. I will personally take action. When the time comes, I will break it into pieces and escape separately, so that the incense can continue.

"Abbott, this disciple is willing to stay in Shaolin with you."

Master Dexing looked at the monks who had no intention of fighting, without any panic in his heart. After his body awakened, he opened his acupoints one after another and had already stepped half a step outside. His strength was no less than that of Doercha. He had full He had the confidence to turn the tide and left Duoercha and others in Shaohua Mountain. Naturally, they would not run away like other monks.

Abbot Xinji looked at the determined Master of Virtue, seeming to feel his determination, and sighed.

"Virtue, why are you so persistent?"

"My disciple's cultivation is insufficient and he has not eliminated his greed, anger, and ignorance. Please ask the abbot to help you!"

Seeing that Master De Xing had made up his mind, Abbot Xinji nodded helplessly, looked at the other monks, and gave instructions.

"There is a secret passage in this temple. Only the abbot has known about it for generations. Please arrange disciples as soon as possible, pack up the secret books, and wait until late at night. For the other ordinary disciples, when you leave, leave a note and let them go down the mountain on their own."

Mountain Inn.

"Xiao Sang, Xiao Sang is here!"

Xiao Zi, a newcomer to reincarnation, talks in her dreams as if she has encountered an evil spirit, which makes people have goosebumps all over their bodies and make their hair stand on end for no reason.

Who is Xiao Sang? Sounds scary!

Jiang Zhiwei and Zhang Yuanshan raised their heads in shock, looked at Xiao Zi, and said in unison.

"Xiao Sang? Gu Xiao Sang?"

"Who is she?"

Meng Qi had heard Xiaozi mention Gu Xiaosang before, but he didn't expect this name to be so famous? Even Jiang Zhiwei and Zhang Yuanshan look like they have been famous for a long time.

"Well, Gu Xiaosang, she's here, she's going to kill me, woo woo woo!"

Xiao Zi's pretty face was full of fear, she was extremely weak, her eyes were filled with tears, and she looked like she was about to collapse.

Meng Qi saw that Jiang Zhiwei and Zhang Yuanshan's expressions became cautious, and secretly guessed, is Gu Xiaosang a famous figure in the main world? Otherwise they have no reason to listen?

Just when Jiang Zhiwei was about to send a message into the secret and tell Meng Qi who Gu Xiaosang was, there was a horn sound outside, shocking everyone.

"Woo!"

The long horn sound is desolate, profound and intense. It is the horn that satisfies the cavalry charge. Dorcha and his wolf cavalry are coming. The sound of horse hooves is like the sound of stormy waves crashing on the shore. The earth is shaking, quickly reaching from a distance. It is approaching Shaohua Mountain.

Everyone evacuated towards the Shaolin Temple and came to the mountain gate of the Shaolin Temple. The gate was closed and not opened.

"Open the door, open the door quickly, Dorcha and the Wolf Cavalry are here, let us in!"

Master Deguang and others who were guarding the Shaolin Mountain Gate had a look of fear on their faces. He had also known the evil reputation of the barbarian general Duoercha for a long time and did not dare to open the mountain gate without authorization. Otherwise, if the wolf cavalry rushed into the Shaolin Temple, he would become Shaolin sinner.

"Without the abbot's decree, the poor monk dare not open the mountain gate without authorization!"

"Ungrateful, ungrateful! We risked our lives to come to help, but you turned a blind eye to our lives and deaths!"

The knights around suddenly started making noises, and the scene was chaotic.

"Humph, if you are brave enough to fight internally but timid to fight externally, people from the Central Plains are inherently lowly."

Dorcha's voice was like thunder, and a figure appeared in front of the iron wolf. It was tall and majestic, carrying a one-legged bronze figure. Although it was not riding a horse, it was taller than the other iron wolf soldiers. He stepped forward, shrank to an inch, and covered a long distance in a few breaths. As he approached, the sky suddenly darkened, strong winds blew, dark clouds gathered, and there was a faint thunder.

Everyone smelled the smell of a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, and there seemed to be boundless fear in their hearts. This was a vision caused by opening up the mysterious door of life and death, echoing the inner and outer heaven and earth, manifesting the inner world, and stimulating the laws between heaven and earth.

Jiang Zhiwei pulled out her long sword and flicked it with her fingers. The sound was like the roar of a dragon, awakening Meng Qi and Qi Zhengyan who were mentally affected. The mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood in front of them immediately disappeared.

"Half-step exterior scene!"

Jiang Zhiwei's face showed a hint of eagerness to try. Although she knew she was outmatched, she very much wanted to challenge this barbarian general, the best master in the world. This is the instinct of a swordsman. If you try the sword to defeat the enemy, you will not regret it even if you die!

"It seems that Duo'er is indeed stronger than Master Xinji. Not only are all the nine orifices opened, but he has also initially touched the outer world. The only step left is the exchange of internal and external. Even if I use the sword to escape selflessness, I'm afraid I won't be able to do anything to him."

"If Master Xinji is well, and Junior Sister Jiang cooperates with him and uses the sword to escape selflessness, there is a 30% chance of killing Doercha."

Zhang Yuanshan looked at Duoercha with an extremely ugly face. The enemy this time was too powerful and beyond the range they could deal with.

"Anyway, our mission this time is to hold on to Shaolin until the last moment, and we may not necessarily have to face Dorcha head-on."

Although Meng Qi was frightened, he had not lost his composure yet. He carefully analyzed their main mission. The Lord of Six Paths of Samsara did not force them to kill Duoercha, which obviously gave them a chance to survive.

"boom!"

A huge thunder exploded in everyone's ears, and the mountains of corpses and seas of blood and boundless evil ghosts seemed to become more and more clear. Affected by the changes in the world and the mental pressure caused by Duoercha, these people in the world collapsed. Some fled to both sides, and some shouted loudly.

"These bald donkeys are evil-hearted, let's go in!"

"Open the mountain gate!"

Master De Xing slowly walked to the mountain gate and ordered De Guang. His appearance was solemn and his expression was firm.

"Squeak!"

Everyone looked at the open gate of Shaolin Temple and were overjoyed. There were many traitors among these people. The gate of Shaolin Temple was wide open and there was no longer a barrier to resist the barbarians.

"Oh no, how could the Shaolin Temple be so unwise and open the mountain gate to stop the wolf cavalry's charge!"

Zhang Yuanshan and others secretly screamed, their faces were ashen, it was all over now, the Shaolin Temple opened the door to welcome the thieves, wasn't this asking for death?

"Enter the mountain gate within a cup of tea, otherwise the main mission 2 will fail."

At first, words like this appeared on the muddy ground. Meng Qi saw the reminder from the Lord of Six Paths of Reincarnation and gritted his teeth.

"Follow them into the temple, otherwise the main mission will fail."

At this time, they actually followed everyone into the temple. They were simply a model of justice and courage.

Wearing a yellow monk's robe, the Master of Virtue walked retrogradely among the crowd, like an ignorant person blocking the surging momentum. He walked with firm steps towards the gate of the mountain.

The Master of Dexing walked backwards alone and stood outside the empty mountain gate. He stood tall and solemn, facing away from everyone. He stopped in front of Doercha and others. He clasped his hands together and pronounced a Buddha's name. Suddenly the sky and the earth changed color and golden light shone. , extremely holy, dispersed the stormy wind and dark clouds, the bright sunshine fell, and there was peace between heaven and earth.

"Amitabha!"

Just as Jiang Zhiwei and others entered the door, they suddenly stopped, turned around and looked around. They were extremely shocked and shouted.

"Half a step into the exterior scene, Shaolin actually has such masters!"

"It's the Master of Virtue. I didn't expect that he has such profound cultivation and is more powerful than Abbot Xinji!"

Duoercha stopped in front of the mountain gate. His face was covered with criss-crossing wounds, and his original appearance could not be clearly seen. His appearance was extremely ferocious, but his eyes were soft. He stared at Master Dexing opposite with a look of surprise. exclaimed.

"I didn't expect that there would be a Zen master like you in Shaolin Temple. You are well hidden!"

"I wonder what you call Master?"

The Master of Virtue looked calm, with a face full of compassion, as he stared at the Northern Barbarian Optimus Prime, the best master in the world. Behind Doercha were three hundred wolf cavalry in a neat formation, all covered by iron armor. Only a pair of eyes as red as blood are exposed, with a strong aura and a faint smell of blood. He is definitely a battlefield Shura, an evil ghost in the world, invincible and invincible.

"The virtue of a poor monk has met the great general!"