Meng Jian was excited.

This voice is so beautiful, he remembers it so deeply, he knows who it is when he hears it, Lu Yurong!

His face was gloomy, and his handsome face became hideous.

The woman he originally liked actually helped Chu Li, and it was not a pity to betray himself and die, but the hateful thing is that his injury was due to her, if he didn't help, he wouldn't be so embarrassed!

Fa Wu turned his head to look at Meng Jian and said in a low voice, "Master Meng, who is this?"

"Lu Yurong!" Meng Jian said through gritted teeth.

"Lu Yurong......" Fa Wu frowned and thought for a while: "Could it be the young lady of the Renguo Mansion?"

"It's her!" Meng Jian sneered: "Beauty is like a flower, and heart is like a snake and scorpion!"

"Has Master Meng Shi seen her appearance?" Fa Wu said: "It is said that few people have seen her appearance, is she really that beautiful?"

"Are you a monk still managing people's beauty?" Meng Jian glared at him coldly: "What kind of Dharma do you practice!"

"Amitabha Buddha ......" Fawu hurriedly tithes: "Thank you Meng Shi for your guidance, it's me who is in the picture!"

"Hmph!" Meng Jian glared at him disdainfully.

These monks are so annoying, violating human nature everywhere, liking beautiful women is originally the nature of men, monks just want to have a pink skeleton, forcibly imagined as white bones and dirty flesh and blood, unappetizing!

"Amitabha Buddha ......" Fayuan's voice slowly sounded: "Lord Lu Shi is coming, and the little monk is far away!"

"I heard that your question is exquisite, I have come to understand it!" Lu Yurong's cold voice floated in the sky.

"Lord Lu Shi has a good reputation, if Lord Lu has nothing else to do, don't disturb everyone's morning class, the little monk will go over immediately!" Fa Yuan's voice moved slowly, calmly and calmly.

"Very good, then let's change places!" Lu Yurong's voice sounded.

"Amitabha Buddha ......" Fa Yuan's voice faded away.

Fa Wu had a look of envy on his face, and sighed: "This Lu Shi's deep cultivation can make Senior Brother Fa Yuan value it so much. ”

"Hmph, a pair of dog men and women!" Meng Jian said coldly.

"Which pair of dogs and men!?" a voice sounded behind him.

Fa Wu's eyes widened as he watched as Chu Li appeared out of thin air and landed behind Meng Jian.

Meng Jian's hairs stood up all over his body, and the royal blue robe instantly bulged up, and it stuck to his body.

"Boom......" There was a faint muffled sound in the sky.

"Okay, there's even a palm!" Chu Li smiled and slapped it with one palm.

He didn't expect that Meng Jian still had a Yin Thunder Palm that he didn't use, and he was also scheming.

"Bang!" the two men crossed their palms.

Chu Li's movements froze, and then he returned to normal, and before Fa Wu rushed over, a palm imprint was placed on Meng Jian's chest.

"Huh!" several blood arrows erupted from Meng Jian's body.

Blood spurted out of his mouth at the same time as the wound he had received from the throwing knife, like a leaking kettle, spraying water everywhere.

Meng Jian's Yin Thunder Palm was issued, and the thief in his body went to the empty building, and at this time, he received a palm, a strong palm, and the internal organs were directly shattered into meat paste, only the skin could not see anything unusual, and it really became a skin.

Chu Li glanced at Fa Wu and smiled, "Excuse me." ”

He disappeared in a flash, and he was gone.

Fa Wu originally wanted to make a move, but the move was only halfway through, everything was already solid, and Chu Li disappeared.

"Master Meng Shi!" Fa Wu hurriedly helped Meng Jian up, urging his internal force to help him heal.

As soon as Neili entered, he gave up in despair and looked at Meng Jian with pity.

Meng Jian's face turned blue, and there seemed to be a layer of black qi floating.

He stared at Fa Wu with his eyes open: "Let Senior Brother avenge me!

Fa Wu sighed: "Master Meng, I will transcend the soul of the dead for you." ”

"You...... You...... Dead monk!" Meng Jian's eyes widened suddenly, his body trembled, and then he died of anger.

"Amitabha Buddha ......" Fawu put down Meng Jian, titheed, bowed his head and muttered sutras.

The appearance of the law fluttered and his face changed greatly.

"Fa Wu, ...... Lord Meng?"

"Senior Brother Faxiang, Master Meng Shi is dead, Amitabha Buddha ......"

"Who did it?"

"Lord Chu. ”

“...... Okay, good, good Chu Li!" the law minister sighed.

Under their protection, Chu Li came calmly, and left silently after killing people, treating them as if they were nothing, worthy of Chu Li!

After reciting a Buddhist scripture, Fa Wu looked up at him: "Senior Brother Faxiang, Master Chu's martial arts are really powerful, and I am not an opponent." ”

"You're not hurt, are you?" said Fa Xiang busily.

Fa Wu shook his head: "He doesn't seem to have any ill will towards me, and he still smiles at me, I haven't been able to stretch out my hand, he has already killed Meng Shizhu, it's really fast, if he wants to kill me, I will also die with Meng Shizhu!"

Fa Xiang said: "It's good if it doesn't hurt you." ”

"Lord Chu is not afraid of our Great Lei Yin Temple at all, is he?"

"Well, he has outstanding martial arts, and he has the Guogong Mansion and the Royal Mansion as his fear, and he has no reverence for our Da Lei Yin Temple. ”

"Amitabha Buddha ......" Fawu sighed: "Senior Brother Faxiang, I want to go back to the temple for retreat. ”

"It's fine. Fa Xiang nodded slowly.

He probed Meng Jian's body, shook his head and sighed, this palm, even if he took Qi Yuan Dan, he could only take a breath, and it was impossible for him to come back to life.

"It's a pity for Lord Meng. Fa Wu shook his head.

Meng Jian is similar to his martial arts, with a similar background, seeing that he died because of a strong opponent, he also rose to work hard when he was compassionate, Meng Jian's today may also be his own tomorrow, so he has to practice hard to make his martial arts stronger.

He cultivates Buddhism, but he is not a great monk, and he is not worthy of life and death, he wants to live a better life and pursue more exquisite martial arts.

At this moment, a little novice ran in: "Uncle Faxiang, Uncle Fawu, there is a Zhang Shizhu outside who asks to see him, and he said that he is from the Forbidden Palace and is looking for a Meng Shizhuo." ”

Fa Xiang said slowly: "Fa Wu, you are guarding here, and I will go to meet this Zhang Shizhu." ”

"Yes, Senior Brother Faxiang. "Dharma enlightenment should be answered.

In front of the Temple of Mercy and Grace stood a slender middle-aged man, his face was like a crown of jade, handsome and extraordinary.

He wore a green shirt, stood with his hands in his hands, and had a chic style of independence from the world, looking at the Temple of Mercy and Grace thoughtfully.

The gate of the Temple of Mercy and Grace suddenly opened, and the law was in harmony with a tithe, with a solemn expression: "Zhang Shizhu is polite, poor monk Faxiang, please come with me." ”

"Master Faxiang is polite. Zhang stabbed his fist.

He looked at Master Xiang's face and felt that it was not good, and asked as he walked inside, "How is my junior brother's injury?"

"Master Zhang Shi came a step late. Fa Xiang shook his head and sighed: "Master Meng Shi just died. ”

"Senior Brother Meng, he's dead?" Zhang Thorn frowned: "The injury is so serious?"

Fa Xiang shook his head: "Just now, Lord Chu broke into our temple, alas...... , Amitabha-!"

"Chu Li?!" Zhang Ting's face turned cold.

Fa Xiang nodded slowly.

The two came to the Zen monastery where Meng Jian was talking. (To be continued.) )