Brow of a Thousand Calamities Chapter 29: Hell Reincarnation 01
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The storm gradually subsided.
Liu Yan and the others have finished eating the plain noodles made by that person, and they all feel warm in their bodies, not as cold as they felt just now. The man put away the dishes and went to wash them. After wiping his mouth, Fang Pingzhai said that he would go nearby to see if the bald monks were chasing after him. However, Yu Tuan'er was sleepy and took a nap on the chair. Liu Yan sat quietly for a while. No one knows what he is thinking at every turn.
The room was quiet.
I don’t know how long time has passed. The east gradually began to turn white, but it was still dark outside the window. Liu Yan suddenly trembled slightly and raised his head, "Who?"
Yu Tuan'er jumped up. Her mind was not yet clear, and she shook her head vigorously, "What's wrong?" Although Liu Yan lost his martial arts, he still had his ears. He listened attentively, and there was a slight noise on the roof. If he heard correctly, it was the faint sound of a person flying up from a distance and landing on the roof. Fang Pingzhai's Qinggong movement technique was good, but it was not this calm method.
"Amitabha, I would like to ask, the disfigured person in the room is Donor Willow Eyes and Willow?" A calm Buddha's name came from the roof, "I'm sorry, I hope to invite Donor Liu and me to return to the Shaolin Temple." The old monk's voice was calm, and his voice came down from the roof, as soft as if it was in his ears, which showed his profound skills. Liu Yan raised his voice and sneered, "Shaolin Temple thinks that with the 'Six Paths of Reincarnation', it can dominate the world and arrest whoever it wants?" When he said this, he was undoubtedly admitting that with his arrogance, naturally he would not He does not admit that he is Liu Yan.
There were several soft clicks around the house. Yu Tuan'er rushed to the door and looked outside. Fang Pingzhai was nowhere to be seen, but there were many monks, tall or short, fat or thin, standing outside the door, all of them looking ferocious. She didn't know that these seventeen monks were the famous "Seventeen Shaolin Monks" of Shaolin Temple. She was happy to see everyone's ugly appearance. "You guys -" Before she could say a word, one of them waved her palm first. Yu Tuan'er felt a huge force coming to her chest. With a "bump", she lifted off the ground and hit the wall opposite the door. On the bed, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and I couldn't say a word or move a finger. She looked at these monks with wide eyes. She heard that the monks were all good people, but this monk hit people for no reason, which was worse than the so-called villain Liu Yan. At least Liu Yan had never hit her.
With a "bump", Yu Tuan'er flew in, vomiting blood, and remained motionless. The man was startled, put down the tea he had just brewed, and rushed out. Seeing a dozen monks surrounding Xingyang Bookstore, he stepped forward and opened his arms to stop the monks, "Masters, come to my humble residence, Peng Pi." Shenghui, I wonder if there is anything important?"
The gray-clothed monk who had just knocked Yu Tuan'er away with his palm clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha, we are the seventeenth Shaolin monks. We are here to invite Donor Liu to the Shaolin Temple for a chat. We have no other intention." The man paused. After a pause, "Are you the masters of the Shaolin Temple? I'm disrespectful, little girl." She slowly lowered her arms and made way for her, "I wonder what the Shaolin Temple wants to talk to Liu Yan?"
The leader of the "Hungry Ghost Monk" gave her a rather strange look. For a little girl like her who didn't know martial arts, it was a little over the line to ask what the Shaolin Temple wanted to talk to Liu Yan about, but she looked very Right, no fear or fear, very natural. The "Hell Monk" next to him said, "Amitabha, to be honest, the Shaolin Temple wants to invite Donor Liu back for the antidote to the Orang Gui Jiuxin Pill." That person asked in a low voice, "Then what will happen to the masters after they get the antidote? "The **** monk said slowly, "Shaolin Temple should hold a martial arts conference and invite all factions in the Jianghu to discuss it and deal with Don Liu justly." That silent person, with Liu Yan's actions, how can the public discussion of Jianghu survive? The Shaolin Temple wants the antidote for Xinggui Jiuxin Pill, but will not let him live. She also hopes that Liu Yan can hand over the antidote for the Oranguki Jiuxin Pill, but she doesn't want Liu Yan to die.
"Seventeen Shaolin Monks." Someone chuckled from far away outside the door, "The Seventeen Shaolin Monks want to invite people back to the Shaolin Temple, and they also want to play tricks on the east and west. The Shaolin Temple is really full of glory. They are knowledgeable in martial arts and extremely smart!" I was slightly certain in my heart that the person speaking was none other than Fang Pingzhai. It turned out that he had been lured away by the Shaolin Temple's plan to attack the east and attack the west, but he was able to rush back in time, which shows that he is an extraordinary person.
"Donor Fang." A slightly kinder-looking old monk in the team said slowly, "Is the word Fang Pingzhai really the real name of the benefactor? In the past twenty years, there has been no such person as 'Fang Pingzhai' in the world. "The benefactor has great martial arts skills and is definitely an unknown person. What is your intention in disrupting my abbot's meeting and taking away Liu Yan?" Fang Pingzhai came slowly outside the door, waving his red fan. ? I'm just bored and just want to be famous. There is nothing hidden about my pure thoughts. It's just that you are complicated and don't want to believe it." This kind-looking old monk is one of the seventeen monks. "Heavenly Monk", a ferocious-looking middle-aged monk next to him sneered, "As long as the donor comes with me back to the Shaolin Temple, we will naturally believe you." Fang Pingzhai shook his red fan and laughed, "Fart!" The middle-aged monk was furious. He paused with his staff and said, "The fire of karma is gone!" The true energy under the staff moved, containing the blazing energy, and attacked Fang Pingzhai. When the "Heavenly Monk" beside him saw him taking action, he put his hands together and recited Buddha's name, and then pointed at Liu Yan with the finger "Buddha Dharma is like this". In an instant, the seventeen Shaolin monks took action one after another, each performing seven or eight moves on Liu Yan and Fang Pingzhai.
Yu Tuan'er was seriously injured on the ground, unable to save anyone, so he could only watch with wide eyes. That person stepped back continuously, retreated into the room, picked up Fengfeng, turned around and stopped in front of the guest room door. The shadow of Fang Pingzhai's fan was erratic. Although he was a person, his figure transformed. He came and went suddenly and took over most of the Shaolin monks' attacks in an instant. Liu Yan had a slight gap, reached for the flute, closed his eyes and spoke.
As soon as he put the flute to his lips, the Shaolin monks' expressions changed slightly and they all backed away. Fang Pingzhai groaned, "Master, you are so heartless. To save yourself, you joined me..." Before he could finish his sentence, the flute The sound sounded, and the tone was bleak. Among the seventeen monks, the "Youzhi Monk" with lower skill was the first to be unable to bear it. He staggered and took seven steps back. Fang Pingzhai's luck resisted. He was taught the sound killing technique by Liu Yan. He has not yet succeeded, but he is still much better than the seventeen Shaolin monks. With Liu Yan's sound killing power, the red fan flashed and the "hungry ghost monk" fought with him. Thirteen moves, palms connected with each other with a "pop" sound, the hungry ghost monk vomited blood and staggered back. Fang Pingzhai smiled and said, "Old monk, you are old when you are old. If you don't go back to chant the Buddha's name, the Buddha will not bless you."
"Amitabha." The four monks beside the hungry ghost monk, "Are monk", "Ahan monk", "Big Shouting monk" and "Zhonghe monk", chanted the Buddha's name in unison. Each of the four took out a palm and slapped Fang Pingzhai together. On the waist, the shadow of the palm swayed, and the real energy shook the sleeves of the four people. Fang Pingzhai raised the shadow of his fan, matching the sound of Liuyan's music. His clothes fluttered like a dance, and his figure was erratic. He removed the palms of the four people one by one, and then laughed. The fourth monk felt a pain in his chest. When he looked down, he saw a white blade like a petal stuck in his chest. The blade was curved and white in color. It was only an inch long and completely different from ordinary blades. The four of them pulled out the blades and found only two superficial wounds on their chests. There was some blood, but there was no poison. However, the four of them had no idea when exactly these four flying blades were shot.