latelenovela Chapter 204
Chapter 204
Daming Shaolin School, inside the Bodhi Courtyard.
A group of Shaolin monks sat around, each with a letterhead in their hands.
The abbot Great Compassion Zen Master sat in the first place, his eyes scanned all directions, and said in a deep voice: “What do you think?” ”
The Kongzhi God monk was the most angry, and immediately said angrily: “A good Cheng Kun, he actually deceived the head of the Shaolin faction, this vengeance must not be avenged!” ”
Although the rest of the senior monks abstained from anger, their faces were also very ugly at this time,
This time the miscellaneous talk in the snow was exposed, and the Daming Shaolin faction lost face.
The top sect of the Ming Dynasty was mixed in by a Cheng Kun.
Not only did he successfully worship the monks in the air, but he also formed a wide range of henchmen within the Shaolin faction, with bad intentions.
This is undoubtedly a great shame for the pure land of Buddhism.
“Amida Buddha.”
“Back then, Senior Brother Kumi was beaten to death by Na Xie Xun with a seven-wounded fist.”
“Although Xie Xun made a move, in fact, Cheng Kun was guiding behind his back, and he was the culprit.”
“In addition, many disciples of my Shaolin Sect disappeared in Liu Zhengfeng Mansion in Hengshan, which is also closely related to this Chengkun.”
“No matter what, the Shaolin faction can no longer stay out of the matter.”
Master Fang Zheng said calmly.
“If you are outside, you must be safe inside.” The top priority is to first clean up Cheng Kun’s henchmen in the Shaolin faction. ”
Another monk spoke.
It is the most stable empty monk of the empty character generation.
Zen Master Great Compassion listened to the opinions of the monks and finally clapped:
“Empty news, the fellow party of Chengkun in the Shaolin faction will be handed over to you to investigate and deal with.”
“Emptiness, emptiness, you two are responsible for liaising with the various major sects and investigating the whereabouts of Zhao Min and Cheng Kun.”
“Fang Zheng, Fang Sheng, you two have the highest understanding, the next issue of the snow storytelling, on the two sects of Buddhism, you two will go on behalf of the Daming Shaolin to listen, maybe there will be gains.”
Several senior monks who were named stood up one after another and saluted.
After the meeting.
The Great Compassion Zen Master walked alone towards the forbidden place in the back mountain.
“Shaolin abbot Great Compassion Zen Master, ask to see the three uncles.”
The Great Compassion Zen Master stood in front of a prescription and said calmly.
Click!
Click!
Click!
The three stone platforms surrounding the phalanx turned in direction, revealing three ragged old monks.
It was the Sandu Divine Monk of the Shaolin School.
Great Compassion Zen Master will tell you the contents of this issue one by one.
After hearing this, the three people fell silent.
After a long while, Du Er said in a deep voice, “Amitabha, I didn’t expect that Yang Dingtian had died more than twenty years ago. ”
He was a little stunned.
I am trapped in this forbidden place to study the Vajra Demon Circle, just to deal with Yang Dingtian.
Now that he suddenly learned that Yang Dingtian had been dead for more than twenty years, it made him dazed.
“Three senior uncles, disciples still have one more thing to ask for.”
“This is the moment of life and death of Daming Jianghu.”
“The disciple implored the three senior uncles to take action to eradicate Pang Ban, Zhao Min and other Mengyuan Dynasty evildoers for the Daming Jianghu.”
The Great Compassion Zen Master said very sincerely.
Du Jian shook his head and said, “The three of us are already on the road, how can we travel far?” Unless you bring that blob here. ”
The Great Compassion Zen Master knew that these three uncles had strange tempers, so he no longer persuaded them and left directly.
……
The same is the Daming rivers and lakes.
Magician’s Palace, inside the main hall.
The banquets on both sides were lined up, and countless maids entered in turn with trays, filling the tables with food.
In the first seat on the left, a handsome woman dressed as a man is sitting quietly.
It was Zhao Min who came to the Daming River and Lake from the Mengyuan Dynasty.
No one could have imagined that Zhao Min was in the Magician Palace.
A few moments later, a burly figure walked out from behind the high platform.
But seeing this person wearing a black cloak and narrow eyes, it gives people a feeling of ruthlessness, and there is also a domineering attitude to the world.
When Zhao Min saw this person, he immediately stood up and saluted: “Minmin Temur, the daughter of the King of Ruyang, has seen a magician. ”
Although she has the status of an aristocrat, she does not dare to make a second in front of Pang Bao.
This is not only because of Pang Ban’s master, Demon Sect Meng Chixing, but also because of the special temperament on Pang Ban body.
Extremely evil, like the embodiment of a demon, unpredictable mood.
Zhao Minjiu heard that Pangban single-handedly suppressed the Daming Jianghu for sixty years.
At this time, I saw it with my own eyes, and I really felt the terrible coercion of this most terrifying demon of Daming.
“The county lord is exempt from courtesy.”
Pang Ban was not polite with Zhao Min and sat directly on the main seat.
Zhao Min straightened up, his face had returned to calm, and said calmly:
“This time I came to the Central Plains to act, and I planned to act alone.”
“But I was exposed by Mr. Su in the snow and had to change my plan.”
“To be on the safe side, you need to transfer those Ming jianghu masters to the Magician Palace, and I hope the magicians will not be surprised.”
Seeing Zhao Min’s demeanor, Pang Ban couldn’t help but nod appreciatively and said slowly:
“I’ve already heard about the county master.”
“The disciples of the various factions of Liu Zhengfeng Mansion in Hengshan have no supreme masters, but there are more than a thousand people.”
“It is an amazing means for the county lord to capture them all without knowing it.”
“The rest of the matter can be left to my Magician Palace.”
Wait until Zhao Min sits down.
The little magician Fang Yeyu on the opposite side said hatefully:
“This Mr. Su in the snow is really hateful, and we also suffered heavy losses because of his exposure.”
“Senior brother is in Jingshi Jinyiwei, I am afraid that he has already suffered an accident.”
Zhao Min naturally knew who he was talking about, and he secretly regretted it in his heart.
An undercover agent who has achieved the command of Daming Jinyi Wei is of immeasurable value to them.
With the layout of Pang Ban for thirty years, if there is no Su Chen exposed, it will be extremely difficult for the imperial court to discover this undercover agent.
“It’s already happened, it’s useless to think about it.”
“For now, we can only think long-term.”
Zhao Min said in a deep voice.
On the main seat, Pang Ban’s eyes were cold, “Think in the long run?” The old man’s disciple is not something they can kill if they say they can kill. ”
Zhao Min was shocked: “What is the magician going to do?” Don’t go to Jingshi Dangerous Place. ”
“For me Pompeo, there is no place in the world that cannot be visited.”
“Tonight, the thirty-year deadline has come.”
“My Pangba will come to the rivers and lakes again.”
Pang Ban said coldly, and directly drank the glass of Chinese wine.
Zhao Min frowned, knowing that persuasion was useless, and he also went by Pang Ban.
If Pang Ban can muddy the waters of the Daming River and Lake by force, it will also be a good thing for her.
“Tonight?”
“Let me see how powerful the so-called immortal cultivators really are.”
Zhao Min also drank a full glass, and his eyes were full of expectation.
Time is rushing.
Soon, the hour has come.
For the first time in thirty years, Pang Ban stepped out of the Magician’s Palace!
The moonlight faded behind the dark clouds, and the earth was dark.
But for Pang Ban did not have the slightest impact, as far as the eye could see, it was delicate.
This is the spiritual knowledge of immortal cultivators.
Pang Ban smiled slightly.
Thirty years ago, he had been invincible for many years.
After thirty years of retreat, he cultivated the supreme magic skill “Dao Heart Seed Demon Dafa”.
He wanted to see who else could stop him.
Sou!
The void exploded, and the pang spot disappeared directly without a trace.
I don’t know how long it took, Pang Ban actually came to the Daming Jing Division alone.
Looking at the majestic city wall, Pang Ban couldn’t help but freeze his eyes.
Because there is a bloody human head hanging from the head of the city.
His eldest disciple was a strict human head.
A wave of anger burned from Pang Ban’s eyes.
Swish!
Pang Ban shot out a force and directly cut the hemp rope above Leng Yan’s head.
The head landed on the ground, and immediately alarmed the guards next to it.
“Who is it!!”
In less than a quarter of an hour, the city sprang up with forbidden troops that had been armed with iron armor for hundreds of years.
The crowd surrounded the crowd.
The general of the leading army looked at the human head in Pang Bao’s hand and said coldly: “Are you this strict comrade? Sign up. ”
“Old man, Pang Bao.”
At the same time as the words fell, a violent momentum spread out from him.
Three hundred forbidden soldiers flew upside down in unison, and blood spilled all over the sky.
Pang Ban did not stop for a moment, and strode directly towards the imperial city.
This is the confidence of immortal cultivators, even if there is only one person, there is nothing to fear.
Meanwhile.
The aura he emitted also alarmed the whole city.
Dragon Protection Villa.
The iron gall waited for Zhu to wake up from the retreat suddenly.
A pair of iron eyes were full of solemnity.
“This breath, so terrifying, is to go to the palace, not good!”
Zhu ignored the danger and immediately flew out.
East factory headquarters.
Cao Zhengchun was discussing important matters with his subordinates, when his face suddenly changed.
“Not good! A strong enemy is coming! ”
“You immediately mobilize all your manpower and rush to Xuanwu Gate to escort you.”
“There are those who stand in the way, there is no mercy for killing!”
Cao Zhengchun said murderously, and he roared like a big peng and went straight to the palace.
The palace, asked inside the palace.
A scruffy old Taoist priest sat on a straw mat, exhaled three times and inhaled, and his pulse was extremely long.
It was Nawudang ancestor Zhang Sanfeng.
He had previously killed Liu Xi, the supervisor of the East Factory.
Emperor Zhu Houzhao of the Ming not only did not ask about the crime, but invited him to preach in the palace.
If the Wudang faction wanted to develop and grow, it naturally could not offend the imperial court, so Zhang Sanfeng stayed.
But I didn’t expect to encounter such an abnormality.
In the quiet room, Zhang Sanfeng slowly opened his eyes and rose up.
Those eyes were solemnly like never before.
Comer, very strong!
“One person attacking the imperial capital, so bold, let Lao Dao see what kind of character he is.”
Zhang Sanfeng muttered and strode out of the palace.
This night is destined to go down in the annals of rivers and lakes.
The first shot of the immortal cultivator!
The magician Pang Ban descended like a demon god, from the East City Gate, step by step to the outside of the Xuanwu Gate.
And here, waiting for him is a hundred thousand imperial city forbidden troops.
Thousands of factory guard masters such as Dragon Protection Villa, East Factory, West Factory, and Six Doors.
Sou!
Sou!
Sou!
Sou!
One after another the sound of breaking the air sounded.
Pang Ban stood with his hands in his hands, looking in all directions.
It was Zhang Sanfeng, Zhu Li, Cao Zhengchun, Guo Juxia, Yu Huatian and others who surrounded him.
“Haha, tonight the old man is going to slaughter the Imperial City in blood, see which of you can stop me!”
Magician Pang Ban said arrogantly.
“Kill!”
Without too many words, all the masters rushed towards Pang Ban in unison.
But no one noticed.
On the highest hall in the southeast of the imperial city, a figure like a rich god like jade stood quietly.
Wearing a jade brocade robe of mountains and rivers, stepping on lotus silk and walking clouds, wearing a spring and autumn sword at the waist…
It was Su Chen, the storyteller in the snow.
He looked at the battlefield with interest, and there were stars flowing in his eyes, copying the one-style exclusivity.
For him now, the few people on the battlefield are no longer enough to worry about.
Even if it is a huge spot like a demon god, he can slaughter it with a sword.
But Su Chen did not mean to interfere.
Whether the right path wins or the devil wins, it has nothing to do with him.