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Chapter 213: Kumash Strikes


A small temple, so lonely in the wilderness, wind and rain, insects bite ants, has been invaded by the years, although dilapidated, the tiles lack the walls are bald, but it still exists.

At this time, the moon is in the middle of the sky, the stars are bright, the faint moonlight and starlight are inclined down, and the heaven and earth are like a thin veil, gently swept by the evening breeze, like water.

In the small temple, with the late wind pouring in from the open door of the cave, the green lights are swaying, the light and shadow are extinguished, and the chill after autumn blows on people's bodies, just like the atmosphere in the small temple at this time, it is a little biting cold.

A big Buddha sits on the lotus platform, looking at the people in the temple with cold eyes, the indifference is like looking at a group of ants, where does it care about life and death in the world Seven people, a white tiger, were drinking wine and eating meat together in a big bowl a moment ago, talking and laughing and shouting "not too fast", but now they are divided into three parties, and their camps are clear among each other, and they are about to draw their swords against each other.

On one side is a monk from the Great Snow Mountain, and on the other side is the long-standing and mysterious Jixia School Palace, which has been separated from each other and is in a confrontation, seeing that they are going to make a life-and-death fight, and there is no possibility of reconciliation.

For Zhao Wudi, the Great Snow Mountain and the Jixia School Palace were very strange, and they couldn't talk about friendship with each other, and they didn't know anything about their inheritance.

In that case, why did he wade into this muddy water and provoke the fire Although he hated the demonic freedom very much, and he also looked at Li Ruoxi twice because of his dusty appearance, he would never be blindfolded by beauty, so he was hot-headed and did the thing of heroes saving beauty.

Zhao Wudi has made up his mind, and said with a smile: "Thanks to the master's hospitality, Xiao Ke is already full of wine and food, and tonight is dark, so I won't disturb the master's cultivation, Xiao Ke will go to the Buddha to take a nap for a while, in order to listen to the Buddha's voice, maybe he can still preach in his dreams, hahaha" He didn't wait for Da Zizi to say something, and bowed slightly to Li Ruoxi, and then walked to the big Buddha by himself, using his hands and feet together, climbing the lotus throne like a mountain villager, and his posture did not have the elegance and freedom of a warrior at all.

He walked around on the lotus platform, as if he wanted to find a flat place so that he could sit comfortably, but the lotus platform throne looked golden and solemn, but it was useless, and it was pitted and mottled on it, and it didn't look like it at all.

He didn't want to wronged himself, so he pretended to confess his sins to the Buddha, and then sat directly on the Buddha's lap, supporting his chin with one hand, and looking at everyone with a smile.

Zhao Wudi's behavior was obviously disrespectful to the Big Buddha, but it caused the Big Buddha to be angry, and there was no thunder in the sky, and even the two monks did not have a trace of reaction, it seemed that they were accustomed to it, and it was not strange.

The Big Buddha still looks at the world with cold eyes, does not like things, does not feel sad for himself, lies high outside the nine heavens, participates in Zen and enlightenment, how can he have time to care about the actions of an ant.

Da Zizi was not annoyed by Zhao Wudi's choice, he didn't expect Zhao Wudi to help, in fact, he didn't need others to help him deal with a few women.

He smiled indifferently and said, "Brother Zhao, wait for the little monk to finish some mundane things first, and then have a long talk with Brother Zhao all night." ” "It's okay, it's okay, although the master is self-deed, Xiao Ke can take a nap first" Zhao Wudi waved his hand listlessly, yawned, tilted his body, and leaned on the Buddha.

After getting the approval of Da Zizi, Kumash immediately took a step forward and said sharply to Mama Ye: "Old beggar, do you remember Samba Kongzang?"

Mama Ye was secretly bad because of Zhao Wuyi's retreat, and she wanted to persuade Li Ruoxi again and let her flee first for the sake of the overall situation.

Who would have expected that before he could speak, he saw that Kumashh had been forced to come forward to officially attack.

Mama Ye is also a bloody person, since there is no way to retreat and no way to escape, then have a good fight.

The worst outcome is just death, and in the world, whoever can not die is only sooner or later She also took a step forward, her eyes were like knives,-for-tat, and she sneered and said quite unscrupulously: "Samba Kongzang, what kind of people have also walked in the world all their lives, and the sword in his hand has drunk the blood of countless wicked people, where do you remember the names of those cats and dogs?"

When she said the sword in her hand, she flipped her wrist, and a sword immediately appeared in her hand, the sword was two feet five inches long and two inches and three minutes wide, its color was red, and the sword body trembled slightly, like a flowing flame under the light.

This is Mama Ye's famous weapon, the fire sword, and the weapon spectrum ranks fifteenth.

When Gu Mosh saw the fire sword, his eagle eyes condensed, and his eyes gathered into a point, sharp as a needle, piercing Mama Ye's heart.

If the light of the eyes could kill, Gu Mosh would have stabbed thousands of needles on Mama Ye's body, stabbing her into thousands of holes and her body was incomplete.

He laughed angrily: "Hahaha, what an old beggar who has killed countless people, today the old man will not say much to you, and will use your dog's life to pay tribute to my junior brother and the countless heroic souls who have been mutilated and tortured by you."

However, don't worry, old beggar, the old man will let you live as long as possible, and will also give you a special way to die, so that you can die without regrets.

For example, if you abolish your martial arts, strip you naked, throw them into the wild dog kennel, and feed the wild dog a little medicine, it's very exciting.

Old beggar, why don't you grit your teeth and don't look so ugly, you are already ugly, and even dogs will be disgusted if you do this, in that case, won't you become a dog and ignore it" As the saying goes, "a soldier can be killed, but not humiliated", although Mama Ye is a woman, it is also not humiliating, and she can hear Gu Mosh's mouth full of swearing, and she is extremely unbearable.

Mama Ye breathed fire in her eyes, and fire in her mouth, even her dry body was trembling, but a pair of thin hands were very steady, pinching the sword from the fire, without saying a word, the sword light was like a flowing fire, piercing Gu Mosh's chest.

"Hahaha old beggar, this is annoyed and angry" Gu Moshi laughed, extremely satisfied with Mama Ye's annoyance, and then had a restrained smile, made a painstaking meditation appearance, and said: "The female donor is too anxious and too impatient, and the old man is still thinking about the physique and preferences of the female donor, it is appropriate to touch a few dogs."

This is not a trivial matter, you must know that the world affairs, too much is not enough, less is not fun, more will hurt the body, it is really difficult for the old man to be a monk.

Now, with the impatient appearance of the female benefactor, it seems that there should be no problem in getting a three, five, seven.

Thanks to the female benefactor, she solved the old man's problem. ” Kumosh deliberately talked nonsense like this, and his goal was nothing more than to provoke Mama Ye, so that she would be furious and confused, so that he would find a flaw.

Although he has cultivated profoundly, he is also a little jealous of Mama Ye, after all, Mama Ye is famous, and the fifteenth position on the weapon spectrum is not a wasted person.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, Zhao Wudi really couldn't believe that the great virtuous monk in front of him actually looked so shameless

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