Fantasy World Transmigration

Deng Yuanjue, the Tathagata of Precious Light, swung his Zen stick like a green dragon, with great strength, and it might have tens of thousands of catties of strength. If you rub it, you will die, and if you touch it, you will be injured. If it wasn't for his complete lack of killing intent, he might have shattered the Tianling Gai when those two masters met each other.

Deng Yuanjue glanced at Chen Ang and his party, snorted coldly, and thrust the Zen stick heavily into the ground. The gravel on the official road was extremely hard to be trampled by horses, but it was like tofu, and the Zen stick was deeply inserted into it about a foot deep. If he missed this move, if it wasn't for the superior inner family profound art, it would never be possible to be so smokeless.

"A few of you are sneaky, and you all look malicious. I want to ask you, what's the matter in coming to Muzhou?" Deng Yuanjue has tried the martial arts of two great masters. Muzhou is the stronghold of Mingjiao. He saw the extraordinary martial arts skills of Chen Ang and his party, so he became vigilant instinctively.

Huang Chang snorted coldly, apparently very disliked Deng Yuanjue's turf-dividing style, and immediately said bluntly: "I don't know when there will be a small court in Muzhou. In the whole world, is it the king of the Song Dynasty? When you are free to come and go, when will I have to explain to you, are you the government or the court?"

Hearing this, Deng Yuanjue opened his leopard eyes and shouted angrily: "Okay! It turns out that you are a lackey of the imperial court. You can eat a stick of Sajia before you talk about it!" After speaking, he pulled up his Zen stick and shook off a stick flower in mid-air. The broken rocks from the head of the stick shot out one after another and hit the tree, shaking the big tree to rustle the leaves. Where the stick shadow waved, there was a sound like a thunderbolt.

At this time, the old man on the horseback suddenly coughed violently, his face turned purple, he struggled to catch his breath, his emaciated and stooped body trembled violently, his gray hair fell powerlessly down his face.

Deng Yuanjue froze when he heard the old man's painful voice. He hesitantly put down the Zen stick in his hand, and regardless of Huang Chang's presence, he put the fine steel Zen stick beside him, and carefully lifted the old man up to give him a smooth ride. At this time, the vicious face was very gentle, gently brushing away the saliva from the corner of the old man's mouth.

Huang Chang had already channeled his internal energy into his palms, but he couldn't help but relax when he saw this. He calmly walked aside, turned his back to Deng Yuanjue, and would never take advantage of him. Turning a blind eye is a magnanimous person.

Deng Yuanjue spared no effort to calm down the old man's breath. After doing this over and over again, the old man's complexion improved. Seeing that the old man's breath had calmed down a little, he quickly raised his Zen stick and said to Huang Chang: "I still have something to do. Even if I lose this time, see You act like an open-minded man, you just pass by, Mingjiao will never make things difficult for you."

"Why do I need you to let me?" Huang Chang said with a flick of his sleeves: "My deeds are my own self-cultivation. What does it have to do with others? humiliate me."

Deng Yuanjue didn't say a word, the old man on his back was about to gallop, Huang Chang called to him, "Take the horse over! The old man is so hot, I can't ignore it. Also, there are some medicines for summer heat here, you can hurry up!" take it."

Seeing his hesitation, Huang Chang sneered and said, "Do you think this official is kind to you? No, all Song people are like parents to me. You have your filial piety, and I have my responsibilities. See you later Now, I will be the first to chop off the head of you traitor!"

Deng Yuanjue was furious when he heard the words: "What a lackey of the court, whoever cuts off whose head is still a matter of opinion! The sajia's Jiedao has long been sharpened. If it weren't for your court's crimes, the summer heat would have forced Yanhu to cook salt , how could this old man be so hot?"

"I have beheaded the salt official,

Not less than you! "

But he caught the medicine bottle thrown by Huang Chang in his hand, twisted it under his nose and sniffed it, and smeared it under the nose of the old man. After hearing his scolding, Huang Chang's face turned red with anger. He has always heard that although he was furious at Deng Yuanjue's act of killing officials and rebelling, he still held back his dissatisfaction.

For an old man whom he had never met, Deng Yuanjue spent a lot of energy, carried people away for hundreds of miles during the dog days, and even killed officials and rebelled, leaving his wealth and life behind him. He was obviously a hero. If Qiao Feng saw it, he would only He was afraid that he would be dragged to drink three altars of fine wine, but in the eyes of a literati like Huang Chang, his mood was extremely contradictory.

On the one hand, I admire their arrogance, and on the other hand, I am annoyed that they are lawless.

In Chen Ang's heart, he didn't look down on things like Wang Fa at all. He also had a good impression of Deng Yuanjue, a hero in the market. He sorted out an open space, took off his cloak, spread it on the ground, and said to Deng Yuanjue: "I am a doctor, help the old man here."

When Deng Yuanjue saw the dense silver needles in the box at his waist, he felt convinced, and frankly helped the old man to go there. The old man's forehead was covered with sweat, and his body was trembling unceasingly. Chen Ang pinched his pulse, and found that the old man's body was exhausted, and his energy was exhausted.

"It's a good thing you didn't give up. If you don't help him, he won't be able to reach Muzhou, and he will die!" Chen Ang twisted a silver needle and sank into the old man's spirit. His left hand was like playing a lute. Twisting, flicking, brushing, and stabbing, a phantom is quickly created, brushing against the silver needle.

A gust of fiery air was forced out, turned into a ray of white mist, rising slowly from the old man's heavenly spirit, Chen Ang kept his right hand, and focused his internal force on many acupuncture points of the old man, the gentleness of "The Golden Chamber" Infuriating, reconciling yin and yang, calming down the imbalanced breath on the old man.

Did the old man feel the pain in his chest? The suffocation dissipated, and he exhaled a breath of summer air. His whole body was warm and extremely comfortable. Once the inner heat in his heart for several days was resolved, he relaxed and fell into a deep sleep.

Deng Yuanjue heaved a sigh of relief, and shook his body twice. Obviously, he had exhausted his experience. He forced himself to complain secretly. The two martial arts in front of him were mysterious and unpredictable. Response, now that my energy is exhausted, wouldn't it be a sheep in the mouth of a tiger?

It doesn't matter if you kill yourself alone, but these two people came with bad intentions, and the brothers in the church were unprepared, which is very bad.

At this time, a whistling sound was suddenly heard in the distance. A man dressed in coarse cloth, carrying a treasured sword, came galloping on a steed. Seeing someone here from a distance, the man reined in his horse and looked in the distance, and asked, "Is the Great Monk Deng Yuanjue in front of you? King Baoguang?"

Hearing his call, Deng Yuanjue was overjoyed, and echoed loudly: "King Nanli, I am here!" He breathed out his dantian full of energy, his voice was as high as a thunderbolt, and a trembling sound was transmitted to Shi Baoer's ears with the secret transmission of Mingjiao .

"Monk Deng, don't worry, I'll come right away!" Shi Bao yelled, slapped his steed, and jumped up. Chen Ang watched him jump like a leopard, and stood next to Deng Yuanjue, holding his hand. Holding the steel knife, guard Chen Ang and others.

He is completely different from Deng Yuanjue, and his eyes are even more hostile. Although it is a coarse cloth, it can be seen that it is a fine silk underwear inside, which is completely inconsistent with Deng Yuanjue's linen wrapping. When he was an old man, he couldn't hide the arrogance of a martial artist.

"Who are you? Dare to come to the land under Mingjiao's jurisdiction, but don't report it." Shi Bao glanced at Chen Ang and the others, and sneered.

Not to mention the cold and stern eyes of the Longxiang guards, even Deng Yuanjue frowned. He clasped his hands together and said in a good voice: "King Shi Fa, let's go to talk about it!" and signaled Shi Bao to leave here.

Shi Bao's face was gloomy, and he didn't want to take Deng Yuanjue's face, so he just stared at Chen Ang and the others, and turned to leave. He laughed and boasted to Deng Yuanjue: "Baoguang Dharma King is in Chun'an, well done! Haha! Killing this thief is really satisfying."

"The dog official who killed his mother is our good brother of Mingjiao!" He looked up to the sky and laughed, extremely proud. Deng Yuanjue secretly said something bad, and his face changed drastically. Sure enough, a clear voice came from behind them.

"Who gave you such courage?" Chen Ang walked out of them leisurely with his hands behind his back. He smiled and said, "My officer, the governor of the Great Song Dynasty, the commander of the forbidden army in front of the palace. I want to ask Let me ask everyone, you are living a good life, why do you want to seek your own death?"

Shi Bao snorted coldly, raised his long knife slantly, and stared at Chen Ang with a pair of dove eyes in disbelief. The way Chen Ang appeared was too weird. The voice was behind his ears just now, but now, a person appeared in front of him. Chen Ang stood there with his hands behind his back, his aura was undisturbed, and under the lock of Shi Bao's long knife, he couldn't sense any flaws in him.

Standing there, Chen Ang was as natural as the breeze and bright moon. Under the lock of killing intent, it was like a void. He was clearly there, but people couldn't detect any abnormal breath. Deng Yuanjue couldn't help but feel a chill on his back.

He thought that he had already overestimated this young man, but he didn't expect that instead of overestimating, he underestimated his horror by far. Now that the arrow is on the line, he can only stubbornly say: "The road is open to the sky, let's go on each side, we Mingjiao If you don't interfere with the government's well water, please make way for the river."

Chen Ang glanced at him lightly, and said indifferently:

"What is the Mingjiao's ability to keep up with the court? In other words, why do you let the officials be jealous? When is it the Mingjiao's turn to call the shots in the land of the Song Dynasty and the people of the big man?"

He glanced at the imprints of Ming Zun on Deng Yuanjue and Shi Bao, and said indifferently: "Above the Song Dynasty, the law is the only rule, and the court is the only law. The law is really a rebellious person. Today, the imperial army in front of the temple is following the law of the country, banning evil religions, and investigating illegal activities...|”

"With the power of mighty heavenly power, cleanse the turbidity."

Chen Ang smiled inexplicably, looked at the two people who were guarding, and said calmly: "Killing the officials to rebel and claiming the king by separatism is nothing more than feeling that the court is cowardly, the government is obedient, and calms down. Now we are here!"

"Mingjiao, are you ready?"