Thinking of this, Dao Wujian said, "Master, has the disciple come to visit the master recently?"

The old monk was slightly stunned, and said with his chin bowed: "Yes, Tianming received a flying pigeon from the Yangtze River Water Gang last night, and he went down the mountain last night, I don't know how the knife donor knew about it?"

Dao Wujian said: "At dawn today, the junior met the disciple by chance in a Dragon King Temple in Wuhu, but it was just ......" said, suddenly paused, and did not continue.

Ye Zhiqiu was quite curious when he saw that the knife was innocent and wanted to speak, and couldn't help but say, "It's just how?"

Dao Wujian smiled bitterly: "It's just that now he is chasing and killing juniors together with the officers and soldiers." ”

"How can it be justified? Ye Zhiqiu's eyes widened, exuding a cold cold light like a knife, and he said angrily: "This stinky boy, the old man can't spare him." ”

The old monk was stunned again and said, "Is there really such a thing?"

Ye Zhiqiu said angrily: "What a hero is the sword boy, how can it be fake?"

Dao Wujian smiled: "Actually, you can't blame Brother Song, he just acted according to orders." ”

Ye Zhiqiu said in a loud voice: "According to the words of the sword boy, could it be that the Yangtze River Water Gang and the officers and soldiers are in collusion?"

Dao Wujian said: "Not only the Yangtze River Water Gang, but also the Beggar Gang have also been involved, and the reason for this is also a last resort. ”

The anger on Ye Zhiqiu's face dissipated, his expression softened, and he said in surprise: "There is still such a thing." ”

Dao Wujian nodded and said, "It's not too early, if the juniors are lucky enough not to die this time, they will definitely come to visit the two old-timers in the future." ”

"Knife boy, take care. Ye Zhiqiu said reluctantly.

"Amitabha. The old monk stood with one palm on his chest and proclaimed a Buddha name.

Before the words fell, Dao Wujian took a deep breath, jumped over, jumped off the chessboard cliff, and fell down like a meteor, the wind in his ears was loud, whirring, the wind poured straight into his ears, and his ears were faintly painful, and in the blink of an eye, even his eyes were shaving painfully, and he could hardly open them.

Ye Zhiqiu and the old monk stopped on the cliff for a moment, looked down, and there was no movement below, Ye Zhiqiu muttered to himself: "Why do the good people in this world have to suffer repeatedly, alas...... Hopefully he'll be safe. ”

The old monk bowed his head and said: "My Buddha has clouds, only after going through calamities, can I achieve positive results, Ye Lao donor, I am in the picture." ”

"The old man has gone through so many tribulations, according to the master's intentions, isn't the old man going to achieve a positive result?" Ye Zhiqiu laughed at himself, and after that, he lifted the wooden crutch and slammed it to the ground, and walked down.

When Ye Zhiqiu and the old monk returned to the ancient temple, their buttocks were not yet hot, they only heard the noise outside the gate, the old monk and Ye Zhiqiu glanced at each other, knowing that the officers and soldiers had arrived, the two got up and raised their legs and walked out of the hall.

Just out of the hall has not walked a few steps, only to see the door "bang" was brutally pushed open, an officer and soldier rushed in, Ye Zhiqiu was imprisoned and tortured by Ma Zhongyong, not only hated Ma Zhongyong to the bone, even the officers and soldiers in the whole world hated it, in his opinion, the world is as black as a crow, no officer and soldier is a good thing, it is to see the officers and soldiers so arrogant, Ye Zhiqiu's eyes are cold, his left foot is on the ground a little, his body rises from the ground, and he comes to the officers and soldiers in the blink of an eye, and his right hand is holding a wooden crutch towards the chest of the officers and soldiers.

As soon as the officers and soldiers rushed into the ancient temple, they felt that the figure in front of them was a flower, and they were hit by Ye Zhiqiu's wooden inflection, and the officers and soldiers were shocked, like being struck by lightning, and there was a sharp pain in their chests, and they couldn't help screaming, and their bodies flew out involuntarily backwards, and they fell hard outside the gate.

The old monk shook his head helplessly, and performed the supreme light skill of "walking in the courtyard and shrinking the ground into inches", his figure flickered, crossed Ye Zhiqiu, and appeared at the gate, the officers and soldiers outside and the two groups of disciples were all shocked, and no one saw clearly how the old monk in front of him came, as if he had been here all along, and his body was wonderful, which was jaw-dropping.

"Amitabha. The old monk said slowly.

Zhou Ping looked at the officers and soldiers lying on the ground, only to see that the man's face was full of pain, and he couldn't get up from the ground for a while, Zhou Ping had a gloomy face, and said coldly: "As a person in Buddhism, the master is too vicious, right?"

Before the words fell, a cold snort came out of it, Ye Zhiqiu walked with a wooden crutch, his face was full of coldness, which was daunting, and the people present looked at the one-eyed and one-legged old man in front of him, and couldn't help but be taken aback, this is like a person, it is simply a ghost, if there is really a ghost, maybe the ghost is not as hideous and terrible as him, the people present looked at each other, and a chill rose in their hearts.

Ye Zhiqiu's one-eyed glance at the people present, and said in a cold voice: "In the quiet place of Buddhism, how can you allow Er and others to act arbitrarily, just now the old man just gave a small punishment." After speaking, he snorted coldly.

This cold snort fell in everyone's ears like a thunderbolt, Ye Zhiqiu deliberately exerted the true power of the inner family in order to deter the officers and soldiers, and the people present were shocked again, and the same thought came to their hearts - the old man is a master.

Zhou Ping was quite annoyed in his heart, and secretly scolded: "What an old thing that relies on the old and sells the old." ”

Before he could think about it, two figures flew from far and near, it was Elder Luo and Song Tianming, seeing the situation in the field, Song Tianming secretly said that it was not good, and said urgently: "Zhou Qianhu, don't be angry, this is a teacher of Song's family." ”

Zhou Ping was stunned, forced a smile, and said, "Zhou has no intention of disturbing the master, and I ask the master to forgive me." ”

The old monk said, "Amitabha, good and good. ”

Ye Zhiqiu stared at Song Tianming, a trace of sarcasm flashed across his face, and he said mockingly: "Tianming boy, you are really powerful, I didn't expect to have a relationship with the imperial court, but the older you are, the more promising you are." ”

Song Tianming's old face flushed, and he said with a wry smile: "Senior Ye said that he was joking. ”

"Is it? The old man's tricks are not blind. Ye Zhiqiu sneered.

Song Tianming was ashamed of his self-esteem, and he couldn't make a noise when he stayed aside.

Zhou Ping coughed dryly a few times and said, "This old-timer, have you ever seen a young man in black?"

"Nope. Ye Zhiqiu said coldly.

"Can I wait in and search?" Zhou Ping said.

Ye Zhiqiu stared at Zhou Ping for a moment, and said in a cold voice: "The pure land of Buddhism, how can you allow you to act recklessly." ”

Zhou Ping's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and he said, "If Zhou Mou must be searched?"

Ye Zhiqiu laughed angrily, slammed the wooden crutch on the ground, and said gloomily: "Unless you go over the old man's corpse." ”

Seeing that the two sides disagreed, they had a posture of doing something, Song Tianming was anxious, and persuaded in a good voice: "Senior, what's the trouble, the court is arresting important criminals, seniors don't have to be rash." ”

Ye Zhiqiu was furious and shouted: "Bastard, you have really lost the face of our people in the rivers and lakes." ”