Hibiscus Moon

Xia Yunfeng was more concerned about who Lu Zipei was.

What kind of woman can make Buyue have such a strong hatred for Nanhua Temple?

"Master, Buyue has committed many evils, and his words are unpardonable. Even if he is not killed, he will be released after only a short period of time. The disciples will not be reconciled!"

"Yes! We are not reconciled, please master kill him!"

"Kill this devil!"

In front of the resplendent and resplendent Buddha Hall, there was a sound of killing words, boiling and boiling, just under the eyes of the Buddha, it looked like a century-old ancient temple, and looked like a merciful monk.

Buyue's eyes turned even redder, he glanced around at the murderous monk, his eyes turned cold, and he rushed towards Wuchen with his palms clasped together with all his strength.

Under the Bodhi tree, he was seriously injured, and naturally he couldn't even touch Wuchen's clothes. He was knocked away by Wuxin's fist beside Wuchen, fell to the ground and vomited a big mouthful of blood, but his eyes were still full of hatred. Angry and unwilling.

Xia Yunfeng hurried over to support him, touched the pulse gate, he felt the real energy in his body rushing wildly, the internal injury was serious, he pushed his right hand on his back and slowly injected a wave of real energy.

As his name suggests, Master Wuxin is notoriously ruthless. He only devotes himself to studying martial arts all his life. He is dark and strong, with thick muscles and a fierce face.

That punch to Buyue really didn't leave any room for it.

Wuxin said: "Brother presiding officer, although the female benefactor Lu died because of our temple, she was kind-hearted and chivalrous, but she never wanted to give birth to such a beast that caressing about human life, and it was not what she wanted. Please, senior presiding officer, don't show mercy!"

Wuchen recited a Buddha's name in a low voice, twisted the rosary in his hand, hesitation appeared on his gentle brows and eyes.

Bu Budao: "Senior brother Wuchen, although Buyue has a bad reputation in Jianghu, there is no way to verify whether what he did is true or not."

Wuxin said with a blank expression: "I don't see the love and love of my senior brother, but I understand it. It's just that a dozen disciples died under the Bodhi tree. Isn't that enough to explain everything?"

"Who can live without fault? Just put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha immediately."

"There is no Buddha in his heart, only demons, and my Buddha is merciful and doesn't save people who have no fate?"

"How do you know that there is a demon in his heart but there is no Buddha? One thought becomes a Buddha, and one thought becomes a demon. It is because of the Dharma."

"An idea that is far from the truth is a delusion."

"There are countless good deeds, Bodhi Dao karma, because of one thing, it is said not to let go. How can you judge that he has no good roots?"

Wuxin snorted coldly: "He has become so vicious, how can he still have good roots? Senior brother showed his good roots and let me wait and see!"

"The two junior brothers are right. The poor monk thinks carefully. He can't take the life of the leader, but also prevent him from continuing to do evil. It's better to abolish his martial arts and let him go when his heart is good."

As soon as his voice fell, no one objected.

Buyue's mocking eyes showed panic, and then sneered: "This is what you call a great favor! This leader is not rare! You can either kill me, kill one, kill, and kill two!"

The words "kill" spat out from his mouth one after another, bloody in his mouth, which made people's eardrums hurt.

That stinging heartache surged up again, Xia Yunfeng took him into his arms, and said solemnly: "Don't worry, I will never let them hurt you any more."

"That's up to you." Wuxin snorted, and stretched out her hand like a tiger's claw.

In the blink of an eye, Xia Yunfeng met his palm with one hand and protected Buyue with the other, and his move "Piercing Flowers and Blowing Willows" was like wind and willows, seemingly harmless but blocked the unintentional "Fu Hu Hand" everywhere, the two were right After more than ten strokes, Xia Yunfeng finally pinched Wuxin's veins.

"I've offended." Xia Yunfeng let go of Wuxin, and during the whole process, his right hand kept pouring out qi on Buyue's back.

He was able to divide the zhenqi in his body into two without interfering with each other, so he was able to defeat Wu Xin, who had been practicing for decades. Those who surpass him can be counted on five fingers.

I never thought that Xia Yunfeng's skill was so high!

Wuxin said coldly: "To protect this devil, does Master Xia want to make an enemy of Nanhua Temple?"

"Don't dare." Xia Yunfeng said, "It's just that Ah Yue has been seriously injured, and Master Wuxin's martial arts are profound. If he abolishes his martial arts, his life will be safe. Why don't you arrange Ah Yue to heal his injuries first, and wait until he recovers?" It's not too late to abolish his martial arts, what does Master Wuchen think?"

Before Wu Chen could answer, Wu Xin said: "Benefactor Xia is too protective, who knows if this is your plan to delay the attack!"

"In Master's opinion, what should Xia do for you to let Ah Yue go temporarily?"

"Hmph, Master Xia's martial arts are world-class, even the old monk is no match for you, just take three slaps from me, after three slaps, you probably won't have the strength to take him away."

Buyue spat out a mouthful of blood, glared at him bitterly, and was about to curse, Xia Yunfeng sealed his mouth with both hands, shook his head, and said to Wuxin: "Okay, in front of the Buddha, the master has made a decision!"

He put down Buyue gently, Buyue grabbed his sleeve with concern in his eyes: "Don't go."

Xia Yunfeng stroked his curly black hair, and said with a smile, "Don't worry, I'll be fine."

"These monks are crazy!"

"Don't talk nonsense, my martial arts are world-class, and I will never change my face after three palms."

He smiled triumphantly, slowly loosened Buyue's hands from his sleeves, and walked towards the center of the hall step by step, his spine was still as straight as a sword, his eyebrows were gentle and honest, with a faint smile, calm and comforting.

He stood under the compassionate eyes of Buddha Tathagata: "I hope Master Wuxin will be merciful."

Wuxin's face was full of anger, and without further words, his dark skin gradually glowed with a golden glow, which was a precursor to the Buddhist "Vajra Palm" skill, the martial art he is best at.

When the golden light gradually condensed to its peak, Wu Xin's palms had already slapped Xia Yunfeng's chest. There was no interval between them, three palms in a row, and each palm shone with golden light.

Buyue stared at this scene intently, her thick eyelashes moved, as if something sour was pouring out, the person in front of her, in the golden temple Buddha standing with her hands behind her back, stood still, and gave him a comforting smile.

This person, at this moment, is completely imprinted in Buyue's heart.

Three palm strikes, Wuxin used all his strength, but Xia Yunfeng didn't move at all, as expected, his expression didn't change.

It is simply unbelievable that Xia Yunfeng is only twenty-one years old, yet he has such unfathomable skills!

Inside the Daxiong Palace, there was an uproar.

Wuxin looked at her own palms in disbelief, her dark and wide face was cloudy and cloudy, she only hated that she said three palms instead of thirty palms.

Xia Yunfeng cupped his hands towards him: "Three palms have been received, thank you Master Wuxin for fulfilling it."

Wuxin's face was already dark, but now it had turned a maroon purple.

"Amitabha, the future is awesome. He really is a hero. Master Xia can take Master Bu to the meditation room of Bi Temple to recuperate." Wu Chen came over with the Buddha's name.

"Thank you, Master."

Xia Yunfeng picked him up again under Buyue's inconceivable eyes, and walked towards the apse, his steps were steady, his inner breath was peaceful, he did not look like someone who had been hit hard three times.

Seeing silently followed, an arm stopped in front of him.

"If I don't see you, if you want to follow me, you have to receive three palms with all your strength first." Wu Xin said.

I didn't see him and smiled: "What is the brother talking about, the brother is just anxious, do you want to have a urinate together with the brother?"

Wuxin's face sank, and it was so dark that it was about to become the bottom of the pot: "That's it, senior brother, please!" But he tightly grasped his missing arm and went in another direction, threatening in a deep voice, "If you dare to save that devil , I will let you come and go!"

Seeing him, he laughed again: "How dare, how dare, monks are merciful, brother, don't pull it so tightly, brother, I am too weak..."

Xia Yunfeng carried Buyue out of the Daxiong Palace, surrounded by countless monks, countless torches illuminated the road like daylight, Buyue was able to see the road clearly, he looked at Xia Yunfeng's gentle eyebrows, and smiled at him comfortingly , There was a trace of fear in my heart for no reason.

After entering the meditation room, although the door was closed, there were countless monks guarding the door.

Just as Xia Yunfeng put Buyue down, his body froze suddenly, and he spurted out a big mouthful of blood, which stained the big word "Buddha" on the wall in an extremely hideous manner.