Me and my Jianghu Tavern

The laughter stopped abruptly, Su Cheng shook his head, not bad?Not even close.

Hearing what Hu Qianjian said, Zhang Ming thought to himself, sure enough, this Hu Qianjian did know some things about the Su family, but what happened if he forgot before.

"I'll ask you again, where is he?" Hu Qianjian raised the long sword in his hand.

"Dead." Su Cheng replied in the same way.

Hu Qianjian sighed, that's all, since you didn't kill Chuhang, why did you want to die.

"That's all..." Hu Qianjian raised his hand.

However, at this moment, Hu Qianjian suddenly stopped, his expression was dull, and that sword still didn't come out.

"Amitabha."

A Buddha's name suddenly came to mind, and profound memories emerged one after another.

Gradually, Hu Qianjian seemed to recall some sad memory.

Before I knew it, two tears fell from the corners of my eyes.

"Huh?" Zhang Ming frowned, and patted Hu Qianjian on the shoulder, but Hu Qianjian didn't respond.

A tear fell, Hu Qianjian woke up gasping for breath, looking around.

At some point, a monk in cassock suddenly appeared beside the silver armored spear.

Zhang Ming looked up, "Strange monk?"

Monk Nian'an smiled and nodded.

Hu Qianjian frowned, "You bald donkey did it!? What kind of evil method is this?"

At that moment, the memory he chose to forget for a long time surfaced, which was the last thing he wanted to recall, but he recalled it inexplicably.

"Benefactor, that's the demon in your heart." Nian An made a Buddhist gift.

Hu Qianjian was taken aback when he heard this.

Gu Qingshan came back to his senses, he also remembered this monk, he seemed to have seen this monk when he was drinking in the tavern.

"What the hell are you doing? Chu Hang was also taken away by you?" Zhang Ming's voice was indifferent, as if he had no emotion at all.

"Benefactor Zhang, does he know that your heart is disturbed?" Nian An laughed.

Zhang Ming frowned and said, "I know better than you."

Hu Qianjian snorted coldly, and said sharply: "Where do you come from, monk? You actually practice the evil art of charming the mind."

"The benefactor has lost his face, and the poor monk is also practicing Buddhism." Nian An said with a smile.

"Buddhism doesn't have such demonic martial arts." Hu Qianjian said coldly.

Nian An just smiled and didn't answer.

Zhang Ming glanced at the dying Su Cheng, looked up at Nian An, and asked, "Monk, do you want to save him?"

Su Cheng raised his head and remained silent.

"It's an old acquaintance." Nian An said.

"Hmph." Hu Qianjian snorted coldly, "If this old man wants to kill him."

Nian An pondered for a moment, then smiled and said: "The poor monk can only learn about the sword in the hand of the benefactor."

Chapter 193: The Secret Art of Buddhism

Hu Qianjian's eyes were slightly empty, this monk was full of evil spirits, but he didn't look like a person in the evil way.

He didn't know much about the Su family, and the only one he knew was Su Cheng's elder brother. If he hadn't seen the spirit tablet on the ancestral hall, he wouldn't have known that that guy had a younger brother.

Hu Qianjian frowned, "Bulk, I'm too lazy to argue with you, my nephew is in your hands, isn't it?"

"Yes." Nian An admitted.

Hu Qianjian snorted coldly, raised his sword and pointed at Nian'an, "Do you want to negotiate terms with the old man?"

"It's not wrong for a benefactor to save his nephew, and Pindao's saving an old friend is also to repay the cause and effect. You and I each take a step back, and this matter is over. Wouldn't it be beautiful not to cause trouble?" Nian'an put his hands together and recited Amitabha.

Zhang Ming thought to himself, this monk is actually pretending to be a good one.

Su Cheng raised his spear and remained silent. He just didn't know what to say. He was not afraid of anything, but he cared about too many people.

That night, he had already made up his mind, but when the sword in his hand was about to cut across Chu Hang's neck, a monk in cassock suddenly appeared in the secret room and rescued Chu Hang. , Su Cheng knew that he would not be able to kill Chu Hang.

"Vald donkey, you're young and talk like an old man, nagging, if you're not a junior, this old man wouldn't be chatting with you here." Hu Qianjian said.

Zhang Ming on the side shook his head. Others don't know, but he knows that Monk Nian An looks really young, but in fact he is an old monster who has lived for an unknown number of years.

Nian An smiled slightly, stretched out his hand and said, "Please benefactor."

Nian An clasped his hands together, closed his eyes, and stood where he was. Su Cheng took two steps back to protect the ancestral hall behind him.

Hu Qianjian pondered for a moment, "As you wish."

"Shh."

He raised his hand to strike a sword, only to see a flash of sword light passing through the body of Monk Nian'an.

Nian'an didn't move at all, just muttered: "Amitabha."

"Huh?" Hu Qianjian frowned, and looked at the sword in his hand. He clearly saw the light of the sword passing through the body of Monk Nian'an, but he didn't react at all.

This scene also appeared in the eyes of Gu Qingshan and Zhang Ming.

Zhang Ming stared at the strange monk standing in front of the ancestral hall. Hu Qianjian's sword was not bad, but it didn't hurt the monk at all. He didn't know how he did it.

"How could this be?" Gu Qingshan was startled.

I saw Nian An opened his eyes, there seemed to be a glimmer of light in his pupils, and he smiled and said: "Benefactor, Nian An is here."

Hu Qianjian couldn't figure it out, and raised his hand again.

"Om."

The sword was like thunder, and the sword light passed through Nian An's neck without leaving any traces.

"Monk!" Hu Qianjian frowned, this monk used a demon method to avoid his sword light, and even missed his eyes.

"How could this be...how could this be..." Gu Qingshan was thinking, he always felt that this scene was familiar, if it was familiar to him, it meant that he had indeed seen it, but it was too long and he forgot it.

"This strange monk has something." Zhang Ming thought to himself.

He can't help, he's just half-baked, and he doesn't know what's going on with these weird things in martial arts.

Hu Qianjian is the elder of Jiange, and Gu Qingshan has been through the rivers and lakes for a long time, so we can only see if the two of them can think of how this monk escaped.

"Hiss." Zhang Ming suddenly gasped.

There was a sharp pain between the eyebrows, and the two memories in his mind were agitated again, which had to be resolved as soon as possible, otherwise it might cause schizophrenia.

"I don't care what kind of magic you used, this time I don't believe you, a bald donkey, can hide."

Hu Qianjian's eyes froze, and the sword intent came out.

There is wind and rain blowing in the sky, and there seems to be flashes of thunder.

This is the sword heart of Hu Qianjian, based on the sword of four elephants, and the way of fast sword is the main one.

"cut!"

It was as if nothing happened with this sword, there was no sword light, the sword was fleeting, only the remaining sword intent oppressed the front.

It was so fast that even the sword light could not be seen.

The wind and rain subsided, the thunder light disappeared, and the sword intent was withdrawn, as if nothing had happened.

Hu Qianjian stared at the demon monk in front of him. He used all his strength for this sword. There is no faster sword in this world than him, and no one can dodge it.

But Nian'an opened his eyes, clasped his hands together in front of his chest, and smiled slightly, "Amitabha."

Still unscathed.

Gu Qingshan's eyes widened, this monk actually dodged again, such a fast sword even a sword fairy could only block it, and couldn't dodge it.

Hu Qianjian wasn't shocked, instead he looked as he should. He put away the sword in his hand, as if he understood something.

"I see." Zhang Ming nodded slightly, he understood a little.

Monk Nian'an couldn't dodge this sword, but he was unscathed.

The only possibility is that the sword was not aimed at Monk Nian An in the first place, or in other words, the monk in cassock standing in front of him was not really Nian An.

Hu Qianjian took two steps forward, stood in front of Monk Nian'an, and raised the sword in his hand.

"What is the benefactor doing?" Monk Nian'an laughed.

"Hmph." Hu Qianjian snorted coldly, stabbing Nian'an's throat with his sword.

However, he saw that the long sword passed through Monk Nian'an's throat, but no trace of blood flowed out. Immediately afterwards, Hu Qianjian swiped the sword in his hand down, swimming as if there was no hindrance.

Nian An was still smiling and said nothing.

Gu Qingshan suddenly reacted when he saw this scene, he remembered what was going on, and exclaimed: "The secret technique is the lost secret technique of Buddhism!"

More than 40 years ago when Xiao He sat on the throne, Taoism benefited, Buddhism lost power, and gradually disappeared from the eyes of everyone. In the past, one or two monks could be seen when walking on the street, but now it is very difficult to meet them.

Since then, Buddhist secret arts have gradually been lost, but there are some records.

However, within a few decades, Buddhism has disappeared from the rivers and lakes, and there are even fewer people who know the secret art of Buddhism.

It is rumored that there are eight secret arts in Buddhism. Although these eight secret arts are Buddhist secret arts, they reveal this evil spirit.

For example, the mind supernatural power in the Buddhist secret art is also the only recorded secretary at present, which can make people fall into demons for a short time. The use of this secretary can only be performed in the blink of an eye.

Among the eight major secret arts, there is also a secret art that can confuse people's five senses. What you see is not true, and what you hear is not true, just like an illusion.

But this 'illusion' Gu Qingshan was fortunate to have seen it once, and he was also a monk. Later, he went to investigate specifically, but he did not find any specific information about these eight Buddhist secret arts.

I saw Nian An standing in front of the ancestral hall nodded and smiled, "The almsgiver is right, it is indeed a secret technique."

Zhang Ming raised his brows and asked, "That is to say, what we see and hear is all fake?"

Chapter 194: The Demon of Tiger Thousand Sword

It doesn't matter if you know, 'Nian'an' is still standing in front of the three of them, which proves that the secret technique has not been broken, their five senses are already confused, what they see, hear, touch, are all fake.

Where is Nian'an really?

Zhang Ming turned his head slightly and looked around. The environment has not changed, nothing has changed, he can't tell whether it is true or not.

"Do you know how to break this secret technique?" Zhang Ming asked.

Gu Qingshan shook his head and sighed: "I only know that this is a Buddhist secret technique, as for how to break it, I don't know."

When I was in the Overwatch Council and a group of overseers fell into the monk's secret technique, half an hour passed in the hallucination before the secret technique was unraveled, but in fact it only passed for a moment.

Hu Qianjian sighed, "I underestimated that bald donkey."

'Nian'an' stood there, chanting the Buddha's name: "Amitabha."

Hu Qianjian glanced at 'Nian'an' and fell silent.

Gu Qingshan looked at 'Su Cheng' who was wearing silver armor behind Nian An, this is also a fake, and sighed: "It is estimated that Su Cheng has been rescued."

Hu Qianjian was silent, Gu Qingshan turned his head and saw Zhang Ming, seeing that he seemed to be thinking about something, so he asked: "Brother Zhang, what are you thinking about?"

Zhang Ming raised his head, "I was wondering when he used the secret technique."

Gu Qing Shan didn't know when he got it, maybe they got it as soon as the monk appeared.

The five senses are all confused, this secret technique is really powerful.

Zhang Ming looked at Monk Nian'an in front of the ancestral hall. Nian'an's eyes were extremely clear, and he just stood there quietly.

However, at this moment, four eyes met.

Zhang Ming was taken aback, and a glimmer of light flashed in Nian An's eyes, which reflected in Zhang Ming's mind.

"boom."