Chapter 3 Black Clothes Killing Stars

"What kind of person..."

Before the two knowledgeable monks at the entrance of Lingjue Temple could finish speaking, their throats burst and they died!

A black figure rushed into the temple like the wind, and the sweeping monk in the temple couldn't move away with just one move. Like a fellow monk, his throat burst out with crimson plasma.

The black clothed man walked through several chambers without stopping, like a whirlwind, and killed the monks when he saw them. In the blink of an eye, the monks in the temple were all slaughtered by the black clothed man!

Then, the man in black directly attacked the abbot's room and kicked open the door, leaving the room empty. The man in black was taken aback and immediately turned around.

Looking back, what caught my eye was a yellow shadow.

The man in black chuckled inwardly and said, "The Cassock Demon Subduing Skill! Wujie Old Monk, long time no see!"

Zen Master Wujie rolled up his robe with both hands, and it swelled up and down as if it had come to life. A string of golden Buddhist scriptures and true sayings floated on top of the robe, spinning rapidly around the black clothed man, trapping him in Gai Xin.

The man in black dare not be careless. He is well aware of the power of the Ksitigarbha Demon Suppression Technique, which is one of the sixty-four martial arts of Buddhism. As long as he is trapped by the Ksitigarbha, his internal strength will be dissipated like a hundred rivers returning to the sea, and he will eventually exhaust his strength and die.

The man in black let out a piercing howl, charging left and right, and finally his right hand "hissed" and tore open the robe. However, at this moment, the robe suddenly tightened from the breach and tightly wrapped around the right arm of the black clothed man. Master Wujie controlled the robe with his right hand and slapped the black clothed man's forehead with his left palm.

The man in black quickly turned his head, but was caught and covered by Master Wujie.

"Is it you?!"

The man in black chuckled and said, "So what about that kid? Is he in the temple?"

As he spoke, his right arm spun and moved rapidly, intending to break free from the confinement of the robe.

Master Wujie struggled with the man in black while angrily saying:

"I am also considered old friends with your master. How dare you act like this today? What do you want to do if you want to find him?"

The man in black said, "Just tell me, is that kid still in the temple or is he already dead?"

Master Wujie suddenly encountered a great change, and the monks in the temple were slaughtered again. Even after decades of hard work in Zen, his mind and spirit were inevitably slightly scattered.

The man in black kicked his feet together and flew up to the eaves of the Hall of Spiritual Awareness, causing Master Wujie to follow suit.

Master Wujie's robe burst forth with golden light, trapping the man in black.

The man in black has captured his right arm and his internal strength has been continuously eroded by the robe, but he still beats his left arm to prevent the robe from getting too close.

If other people were trapped, their internal strength would have been exhausted and they would have been defeated. However, the black clothed man became more and more brave in battle, with a long breath that never fell behind.

The roof of the entire Spiritual Consciousness Hall was covered with tiles flying, and the ridges and beams collapsed.

Suddenly, the man in black took a deep breath, his eyes widened in anger, and he opened his mouth.

"Up~~!"

A loud shout echoed through the sky, and the sound waves hit Master Wujie's ears and chest at close range like substance.

Master Wujie's mind was greatly shaken, and he let out a muffled groan as he staggered back several steps.

The man in black laughed and a fierce internal breath burst out from around him, like countless sharp blades rolling and shaking the robe into pieces.

The golden words of truth also dissipated with the smoke, and then the black clothed man's body lightened, his legs connected, and he attacked Master Wujie.

Master Wujie repeatedly flicked his hands and feet, performing more than ten moves with a crackling sound.

The black clothed man's toes suddenly popped out sharp knives, and his two legs seemed to suddenly turn into four. One leg did not disappear, and the second leg came one after another. One leg was tightly like the other, advancing layer by layer, kicking faster and faster. The legs kicked several crucial points around Master Wujie's body.

Under the shadow of stringing legs, blood splattered, and the black clothed man used his sharp blades to cut off a pair of forearms of Zen Master Wujie!

Then, the man in black kept on fighting with both fists, and the "two dragons out of the sea" in Arhat's fist hit Wujie Zen Master's chest!

"Ah!" Zen Master Wujie spewed blood out of his mouth and fell from the top of the Spiritual Consciousness Hall.

The man in black chuckled and flew down with both hands, sealing several large acupoints around Master Wujie's body and saying:

"Tell me, where is that bastard? Have you already been killed by me? You, the old monk, are so cunning that even the monks in the temple have been burned with 'swastika' shaped incense scars, making it difficult for me to distinguish!"

Master Wujie coughed repeatedly and said, "The big lion roars, the four elephants have ten thousand legs. I didn't expect you to have reached the pinnacle, it's a pity."

"Hmph! You don't have to regret it, it's okay if you don't want to say it. I didn't expect you to say it yourself. Have you ever heard of the 'Soul Searching Secret Curse'?"

Master Wujie exclaimed in shock, "Where did you get the Witch Saint's Secret Technique?"

"You're already a dead person, so there's no need to know so much... hahaha!"

Before he could finish speaking, he saw Zen Master Wujie showing a strange smile.

The man in black exclaimed in surprise, "What do you want to do, old monk?"

Quickly grabbed Master Wujie's chin with one hand and squeezed his mouth open.

I saw that Zen Master Wujie's mouth was covered in blood and flesh, and it turned out to be a chewed tongue!

"Damn it!"

The man in black grabbed and shattered Master Wujie's throat with one claw, and said fiercely, "I underestimated this old monk. His bones are so hard, but it's okay. I've probably killed that little bastard. Even if he's alive, he knows nothing and can't make any waves. Hmph."

After speaking, he spun out of Lingjue Temple.

The night was already deep, and the lotus swayed and wandered back into the valley, only to smell a strong smell of blood.

"Not good!"

Daolian's heart was filled with warning signs, and her whole body was filled with excitement. Her drunkenness immediately awakened most of her!

Daolian ran to the temple gate like a whirlwind, only to see two monks lying in a pool of blood.

"Daocheng, Daoqing, you..."

Daolian approached and saw that the throat of the two monks was covered in blood and flesh, knowing that it was hopeless.

Quickly rushing into the temple, I saw the body of Zen Master Wujie lying on the ground in front of the Lingjue Hall, still smiling.

"Master!"

Daolian quickly stepped forward, knelt on the ground, and helped up the body of Zen Master Wujie.

"Master, with such cultivation, who could have injured him like this... who...?"

Daolian held onto the body of Zen Master Wujie, seemingly lost in thought.

For a long time, he smiled at the corner of his mouth and said:

"Master, you're wrong this time. If I don't get drunk, I'm afraid I won't be able to escape this disaster..."

After speaking, two lines of clear tears slid down from the delicate face.

Suddenly, the sound of Yin Yin crying came from the well at the corner of the temple.

"Who is it?"

Daolian rushed forward with one swift step, and the person in the well heard a sound and let out a scream of surprise.

Daolian looked into the well and said happily, "Dao Shun, come up quickly!"

When Dao Shun saw Dao Lian, he burst into tears and shouted, "Senior Brother Dao Lian, help me!"

Daolian pulled up Daoshun and quickly asked, "Daoshun, what exactly happened? Tell me quickly!"

Dao Shun pointed to his ear and said in horror, "Senior Brother, what are you saying? I can't hear you anymore, I can't hear you!"

"What's wrong with your ears?" said Daolian, quickly pulling Daoshun over to take a closer look

Dao Shun just shook his head and said to himself:

"I was lying on the edge of the well to peek, but the man in black suddenly shouted, deafening. I couldn't control it, so I fell into the well. After that, everyone knew nothing. Senior brother, am I deaf? Am I deaf?"

Daolian grabbed Daoshun's head, tapped the Shenmen acupoint inside Daoshun's ear with both hands, and shouted loudly:

"Can you hear me? Daoshun, can you hear me speaking?"

With tears streaming down his face, Dao Shun nodded and said, "Yes, it's just not very clear. Senior brother, Master has died, and everyone has been killed by him!"

"Who? Who did it? Tell me quickly!"

"I don't know, he's a man in black. He seems to be looking for someone, but his master won't say anything. His master broke his mask and he's also bald. His master knows him, maybe he's also a monk!"

"Monk? Your ears have been shaken. Is it the Buddha's unique skill, the roaring lion? It's not suitable to stay here for a long time. Hurry up and bury the bodies of your master and brothers, and then we'll leave!"

Dao Shun nodded repeatedly, and the two of them began to get busy.

Daolian took off a large string of Buddhist beads from Master Wujie's neck, hung them around her neck, and buried the bodies of a group of monks.

The two of them briefly packed their luggage and left Lingjue Temple.

The two monks each had their own thoughts and were speechless all the way, both feeling tired and resting in the mountains and forests.

Dao Shun couldn't fall asleep and asked, "Senior Brother, what are your plans for the next step?"

"I will go to the Yunlin Zen Temple in Songshan to inquire about the news. Since the culprit is a monk with profound cultivation and several unique Buddhist skills, I guess he is mostly related to the Yunlin Zen Temple."

"Perhaps it's you who they're looking for. Isn't it like you're going to fall into the trap?"

"Yunlin Zen Temple is the leader of all Zen temples in the world. It is a thousand year old ancient temple, and you would think that all the people in the temple are villains. I examined the wounds in their throats, and it is very similar to several Zen techniques that Master once mentioned."

"What is it?"

"I guess it's either the Dragon Claw Hand of Zen, or the Indra Claw of Tantric Buddhism!"

Daolian said, "The wound shows faint golden marks, and the wound is like a sharp blade cutting. Both of these skills can be achieved."

After a pause, Daolian asked, "By the way, what are your plans? Maybe you don't want to go to Songshan with me, do you?"

Dao Shun sighed and said, "I don't know either. Maybe I'll just find a place to survive and barely survive."

Both of them sighed and remained speechless all night.

At dawn, the two of them set off again and walked not far, only to hear a shout of killing.

The two quickly went to investigate and saw corpses everywhere, including Chinese and Mongolian soldiers.

Dozens of Mongolian soldiers surrounded several armed Chinese people in the formation.

"Bold and unruly! If you want to rebel, it's not just ants wanting to eat elephants. Hahaha, where are you still running now?"

I only heard a Chinese person shouting loudly:

"Don't underestimate our yellow shirts. Even if you kill us, there are still millions of Chinese people. You can't finish it. One day, you will overthrow the cruel rule of your Mongol Yuan!"

Upon hearing this, Dao Shun hurriedly said, "Senior Brother, please help them quickly."

Daolian nodded, applauded, and walked forward, laughing loudly:

"The benefactor said well, 'You kill every day, every day. How many people can you kill?'"