Chapter 461 Master Yuanqing

They were all disciples brought by Chen Niankuang, and there were dozens of people. Who knew that only seventeen of them were left to escape in the decisive battle of Tianchi Mountain. So on the one hand, they reported the situation of Shouhua to Hengwushe, and on the other hand, they found that they were looking for them.

The opportunity to avenge Lin Haoxuan. On this snowy night, I finally waited for the excellent opportunity. There was only a guard beside Lin Haoxuan.

Seventeen figures flashed and slowly leaned in towards Lin Haoxuan and the others. Lin Haoxuan turned his head and said to Nantian: "Nantian, let me solve these rate warriors when you stay in place!"

Ji Nantian hesitated for a moment and said worriedly: "Sir Qi, your injury has not healed yet?"

Lin Haoxuan smiled bitterly, with pain in his eyes, and slowly said: "If I don't take the opportunity to vent the pain in my heart, the injury will never heal, and it will never heal!"

Yes, Lin Haoxuan has not thought about how to solve the problem between Meng Qingliang and Xia Xingquan until now.

Seventeen rate warriors have rushed over, and the sword light and snow light are intertwined, flashing Lin Haoxuan's eyes. Lin Haoxuan just closed his eyes, moved slightly, and counterattacked towards the person. The nameless sword lit up in his right hand.

Listening to the wind to determine the position, two warrior swords slashed from the front. Lin Haoxuan's right hand sank slightly, and he first cut the sword on their wrists, then waved it forward, and blood suddenly appeared on the necks of the two warriors. Lin Haoxuan's strength

Not very big, but it just cuts through their throats.

Ji Nantian was still watching the changes on the field coldly. If anything was wrong, he would rush over first.

Although two rate warriors died, someone immediately filled them up. Lin Haoxuan opened his eyes and rushed over. Only two ups and downs had already rushed in front of them.

Feili warrior was shocked. Unexpectedly, Lin Haoxuan not only did not defend, but instead attacked everywhere. So more than ten people stepped forward with the warrior's sword and stopped him. Lin Haoxuan's sword was invincible. A Feili warrior was hit by his sword.

Sweeping out and falling.

In a moment, several more accomplices died. The leader led the soldiers to the tip of their swords down and took two steps forward. The expression of grief and anger flowed on their faces, and they roared angrily: "Lin Haoxuan, your hands are covered with blood from Hengwu Society, today's decision

You want to die under our knife!”

The violent aura in Lin Haoxuan's heart dissipated, and he couldn't stop murderous intent surged up. He looked at the Freight Warrior in front of him and said slowly: "Even your master Chen Niankuang lost his head, let alone you Hengwu Society

Remnant, you deserve to kill me?"

Speaking of this, Lin Haoxuan was too lazy to let him answer. He took a few steps and the sword quickly poked out, and had already hit the head of the warrior's mouth and arm slammed him out.

'Bang',

The leader led the soldiers to hit the trunks on both sides of the street, then fell down and spit out blood.

Lin Haoxuan stood with a knife, his eyes flashed with murderous intent, and he shouted loudly: "You are dead, let's go together!"

When the Feire warrior saw Lin Haoxuan's majestic and domineering spirit, no one dared to step forward for the moment.

The leader led the warrior to stand up with the tree trunk. He was always very confident in his skills, otherwise he would not volunteer to lead sixteen accomplices to ambush Lin Haoxuan, but he was knocked away by Lin Haoxuan's back before he was released.

I was ashamed, and my heart became even more angry, and I couldn't help but shout: "Kill him! Kill him!"

More than ten Freight soldiers were reminded by his gritted tone, so they rushed over with the spirit of looking at death on their faces.

Lin Haoxuan can no longer calm down, and the depression and helplessness tonight have turned into

The violent, suddenly seemed to turn into a beast, holding the nameless sword in his right hand, slashed hard in the air, just hitting the Freight Warrior who was bullied. He fell vertically to the ground without even screaming, and the sky spirit cover was shattered

Die, die of a life-threatening death.

The remaining rate warriors shouted in unison, both frightened and angry.

After Lin Haoxuan started killing, his eyes turned red and he killed everyone he met. He was even more crazy when he took action. The nameless sword flew with the snowflakes, slashing horizontally and slashing straightly, and his power was unbearable, but he saw the white snow splashing all over the white snow.

After blood, many corpses of soldiers of the price range had fallen down on the streets, some had their bodies and heads, and some had their limbs broken.

In less than ten minutes, all the Freight soldiers fell down, and the snowflakes gradually covered them. Only the leader of the Freight soldiers were still breathing. Lin Haoxuan slowly walked to him, smiled coldly, and said, "I didn't expect it."

You have a very big life, but you are not dead yet!"

The leader led the warrior with vicious eyes and cursed with his remaining strength, "You, you must die well, you must die well!"

Lin Haoxuan didn't say anything, picked up the warrior's sword on the ground, stabbed the sword suddenly into the throat of Feirei's warrior, twisted the hilt left, and blood splattered.

The snowflakes were still falling, and the whole street quickly turned white. No one knew that under the snowflakes, blood was flowing into a river.

"Amitabha." A singing voice came gently, cutting through the quiet snowy night, but it made people feel that the dust of my heart was gone.

Lin Haoxuan looked up and saw a monk slowly walking towards the street, wearing a yellow cassock and Buddhist beads hanging on his neck. However, what surprised Lin Haoxuan was that the monk was barefoot and stepped on the white snow, as if he couldn't feel the thorns of ice and snow.

cold.

Lin Haoxuan's expression became solemn. Could it be that he is another master who wants to kill him?

As the monk approached slowly, he asked calmly: "What's your name?"

A smile suddenly appeared on Lin Haoxuan's face and he replied respectfully: "Lin Haoxuan."

Lin Haoxuan's mind gradually calmed down and he suddenly asked: "What is the master giving up the honor of Shaolin?"

The monk answered without hesitation: "Sacrifice oneself to study Buddhism."

Lin Haoxuan's eyes flashed with light and he asked, "Since you have sacrificed yourself to study Buddhism, why have you never become a Buddha?"

The monk did not stop and said, "It is just because all sentient beings are saved."

Lin Haoxuan's expression was gradually calming and his expression was more solemn, but others couldn't hear what they were saying.

As soon as the monk finished speaking, he appeared in front of Lin Haoxuan. His face was quiet and peaceful. He looked at Lin Haoxuan calmly, sighed softly, and said, "Donor Lin, your killing heart is too strong."

Lin Haoxuan's face actually felt guilty, and his tone was extremely respectful, and he said slowly: "What the master taught me is that the boy is arrogant and arrogant, killing too much, and the trivial matters in the world have become inner demons. He really feels guilty of the master's high hopes.

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The monk looked at him without blame, and said lightly: "The cause and condition are destroyed, and the devil is born from the heart. The donor is originally a person with profound Buddhist teachings. He has no helplessness in the world and has no heart. Yuanqing believes that the donor will one day return to the spiritual platform of a quiet mind."

Lin Haoxuan's murderous aura had completely faded, and even his eyes became pure. When he heard Master Yuanqing's motto, he was like a child who had done something wrong, and his heart was even more apologized. The killing he had just now seemed to be doing a tragic life in the sacred temple.

Something.

Lin Haoxuan lowered his head and said with a solemn expression: "Master Yuanqing saves all living beings, but I hope the Master will bless you and make me feel at ease."

Master Yuanqing put his hand on Lin Haoxuan's head, Binglong was filled with pity, his expression was serious, his eyes were bright, everyone knew that this was a monk with a deep cultivation. Master Yuanqing was muttering something, and the snowflakes fell on him

Still ignored the top of his head.

After a while, the snowflakes were melted by the temperature above his head and flowed into his neck along his ears. However, he didn't even tremble.

It's snowing weather, minus twelve degrees.

After half a meal, Master Yuanqing finally withdrew his cold hands. The kind smile on his face made people feel warm. He said softly: "Donald Lin, go, I believe you will return to yourself!"

Lin Haoxuan nodded solemnly, then recalled a question and said, "Master, why don't you wear shoes? It's against the Buddhist way of letting things go."

"I don't kill Boren, but Boren died because of me!"

Master Yuanqing's eyes flashed with pain. Looking at the body that Fengxue had not yet covered, he said lightly: "Passing here is purely God's will, but I passed by the Buddhist supplies, but I wanted a pair of comfortable cloth shoes.

After a moment of delay, more than a dozen corpses were added under the snow, and also made Donor Lin suffer from the murderous demon. Although it was all God's will, Kongwu felt guilty, so he would never wear shoes in this life."

Lin Haoxuan understood what Master Yuanqing meant. Master Yuanqing felt guilty because he wanted a pair of cloth shoes and did not pass here in time and did not stop him from killing, so he punished himself for not wearing shoes in this life.

Master Yuanqing had turned around and left, and his thin footprints remained on the snow, like the promise of a devout believer.

Lin Haoxuan suddenly felt uncomfortable, and wanted to say something but couldn't speak.

Master Yuanqing seemed to guess what Lin Haoxuan was thinking, facing the wind and snow, he said without looking back: "Lin donor, don't have to suffer from Yuanqing's suffering, the misfortune is unpredictable! Yuanqing is now a guest at Ganning Temple, if

When you have time, come up and have a cup of tea.”

Lin Haoxuan knelt on the snow and kowtowed three times.

The Audi car started slowly.

Lin Haoxuan became quiet all over. Ji Nantian couldn't help but worship Master Yuanqing, thinking secretly, if Master Yuanqing went to Shouhua Prison and recite scriptures to those criminals every day, would they all become good people?

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The snow on the road was very thick, so Ji Nantian drove his car very slowly.

Lin Haoxuan has now handed over the Burial Flower Building to Zhou Chuanxiong. Qimen’s Shouhua headquarters is located in Changping Park. Changping Park is located in the southwest and facing northeast. It is "high and hard backing, broad prospects, prominent seats, extensive wealth, and permanent protection.

An auspicious land of "ankang" can be regarded as a rare Feng Shui treasure land from the perspective of natural geography.

Fifty minutes later, the Audi car arrived at the gate of Changping Park. The Qimen brothers guarding Xun opened the gate and respectfully welcomed the hero Qi Shao in their minds. Everyone knew that Lin Haoxuan was a rare general in a century, otherwise he would not have been.

It was so easy to conquer half of the underworld.

Ji Nantian parked his car at the door of the villa. Lin Haoxuan opened the car door and just stepped on the snow when he saw several Qimen brothers coming out of the villa with a terrified face, shouting:

"I'm wrong, I'm wrong!"
Chapter completed!