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Volume 5: The Eight Parts of Tian Long Chapter 358: Repulse

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    Chapter 358 Repel

    In the early morning of the second day, mist shrouded, thousands of Western Xia kites just woke up from their sleep, and the faint sound of the piano came to their ears, and everyone suddenly wailed and cursed.

    This damn sound of the piano has become their nightmare. Once the sound of the piano sounds, it is everywhere and has no escape. Even if it gets into the water, it will not help.

    Now, their biggest wish every day is not to win the battle and get rewards, but to withdraw their troops and leave this hellish place, as long as they can get rid of this damn sound of the piano.

    Amid the music of the piano and the mist shrouded in mist, the marching shaft was faint and could not be seen clearly by outsiders. The middle-aged scholar suddenly walked out from behind the curtain, followed closely by two monks and more than a dozen elite guards behind him.

    They got out of the tent and walked more than ten meters. They turned into two middle-aged monks in front of them. The sound of the piano came to their ears. They didn't seem to feel any discomfort.

    They walked faster and faster, and in the end, they were almost running.

    The two middle-aged monks walked in front, their feet fluttering, leisurely and contentedly. The middle-aged scholar took long strides, taking a long step forward, as if chasing cicadas with eight steps of Qinggong. A dozen guards also performed Qinggong, not falling behind.

    They headed straight to the north, towards a lush mountain peak, but when they reached the foot of the mountain, they suddenly turned around and turned eastward.

    The middle-aged scholar followed behind, saying nothing, only stroking his beard, his expression was calm, and his words were cold and majestic.

    He didn't speak, and the guards behind him didn't talk much. Everyone listened to the clank of the piano and hurried on. After a while, they arrived at a small hill to the east.

    This small hill is not high. It looks like a tent from a distance, but it is two real tents high. The hill is covered with pine forests and is lush.

    "General, the person is above!" The thin middle-aged monk titheed and reported calmly.

    The monk looked thin. A breeze blew, and the broad gray monk was floating in the air. He had a long and thin face and a pair of huge eyes. He was deep and spiritual, but not sharp. He exuded a quiet light and had a calm demeanor.

    The other middle-aged monk has a burly figure, a square face, and a bit dull. He is simple and honest, which makes people friendly at first sight. He is taciturn. From the beginning of the meeting, he said at most two sentences.

    "Let's go up and learn from him!" The middle-aged scholar nodded while stroking his beard, with a stern face and sharp eyes, like an unsheathed sword.

    The skinny monk shook his head and said: "General, let us two cast stones to ask for directions. The general has a heavy responsibility and cannot be easily involved in danger!"

    "Master, it doesn't matter to me!" The middle-aged scholar shook his head.

    The skinny monk shook his head, with a firm expression and a calm tone: "The young monk has a meager body, and it is not a pity to die. A general is responsible for the life and death of thousands of people, so don't take risks!"

    The middle-aged scholar looked at him sharply, as if to penetrate his heart. He saw that his expression was calm and firm, and he understood in his heart that there would be no change.

    He stroked his beard and said slowly: "Okay, I will accept the advice of the masters. I would like to help the two masters. If things are not harmonious, it is important to protect yourself. Don't force it!"

    ¡°Young monk, I know, General, please¡ª!¡± The thin monk nodded calmly, clasped one palm together, and flew away with the other monk, as if time passed by, disappearing into the woods in the blink of an eye.

    Seeing the amazing body skills of the two monks, the middle-aged scholar stroked his beard and smiled, feeling a little more confident. With such extraordinary light skills, even if he was defeated, he could still escape calmly.

    The two monks walked through the woods, like two streams of light flying by. The pine trees and grassland passed by in front of them and disappeared behind them in the blink of an eye.

    The gray monk's robe clung to his body, motionless, as if made of iron, and did not move with the wind. His figure was fast, but there was no sound of his clothes flying.

    The two monks walked silently, landing silently, and their clothes were silent. In the blink of an eye, they had walked halfway through and reached the top of the hill.

    The two of them suddenly stopped, like two feathers stuck behind two trees, silent and motionless.

    After a while, the two slowly turned sideways, looking secretly at the tree. There was a wooden case nearly a hundred meters in front of them.

    It¡¯s just roughly cut out of a tree. A tree is cut in half, the half section is laid flat, and two pillars are supported underneath. That¡¯s it.

    A man and a woman are sitting side by side on a tree stump. The man is wearing a green shirt and is playing the piano with his hand, looking up at the sky. The woman is wearing a white shirt and is staring at the man in a daze.

    A gust of wind blew, their clothes fluttered, and the two of them looked like gods.

    The closer you get, the more powerful the clanking sound of the piano becomes. Although the two monks are strong in martial arts, they still find it a bit difficult and they need to use five or six points of their skills to resist.

    The two monks stood behind the tree and turned to look at each other. The thin monk nodded slowly.

    Immediately, the two people turned out from behind the tree, like two gray lights passing by, shooting at the man and woman.

    "Amitabha" A Buddha's chant sounded at the same time, like evening drums and morning bells reverberating in the woods, and clankingThe sound of the piano is intertwined.

    The middle-aged scholar at the foot of the mountain raised his brows. The Buddha's name was announced, indicating that he had found the rightful owner. He paused with his hand stroking his beard, slowly walked back and forth, and walked back and forth.

    The two monks floated down in front of them, like two feathers falling to the ground. Their hands were clasped together, and their gray monk robes rustled like a strong wind.

    The sound of the piano suddenly stopped.

    The man in green shirt turned his head and looked over, his gentle and jade-like eyes slowly passed over their faces, revealing a smile: "Two masters, what do you do for me?"

    This person is none other than Xiao Yuesheng.

    ¡°I don¡¯t know the donor¡¯s surname, but this young monk is so polite!¡± The skinny monk titheed with a calm expression, clear eyes, no sadness, no joy, no anger or resentment.

    "Everything with appearance is false. Master, why should you care about a name?" Xiao Yuesheng laughed, took his hands off the strings, and said with a smile: "Master, what are you doing here?"

    The two monks looked at him and Fang Xueqing slowly with clear eyes.

    Fang Xueqing has a beautiful face and a cold expression, as if she is repelling people thousands of miles away, like a goddess looking down on all living beings in the world, and she glances at the two monks lightly.

    The skinny monk joined in and said respectfully: "The donor's piano skills are amazing. The young monk is very impressed. I have a heartfelt request."

    "Master, please speak." Xiao Yuesheng stretched out his hand and said with a smile.

    The thin monk spoke elegantly, and his words were soft and clear: "Please transfer your respect to the donor and play the piano elsewhere I hope the donor will forgive me for my rudeness."

    Xiao Yuesheng laughed, touched the bridge of his nose, and said with a smile: "It turns out that the master was invited by the army under the mountain. I wonder which temple he came from?"

    The skinny monk looked solemnly to the west and said respectfully: "Kasyapa Tathagata Temple!"

    Xiao Yuesheng raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "Isn't Kashyapa Tathagata Temple closed and unable to come out? How could a Buddhist not keep his promise?!"

    The skinny monk smiled lightly: "If a monk doesn't lie, he will naturally not break his promise."

    Xiao Yuesheng did not want to say more, waved his hand and said: "Two masters, you can't take care of this noisy matter, so please come back!"

    After saying that, the other party Xue Qing said: "Please two masters, please turn back."

    "Yes, young master." Fang Xueqing stood up, took a step forward to the two monks, and said calmly: "Two masters, please come back!"

    After saying that, Luo Xiu flicked his sleeves, and a burst of internal energy surged out, like a huge wave, sweeping over the two of them, fierce and domineering.

    The two monks looked solemn and solemn, their eyes were slightly focused, they suddenly dropped their feet, put their fingers on the ground, bent their knees, raised their arms, and pushed out their palms.

    "Hu¡ª¡ª" The wind in the palm was strong, and there was a faint force of wind and thunder.

    "Bang!" It was like a muffled explosion, the surrounding leaves suddenly lifted up, and the gray monk's robes swayed as if blown by a strong wind.

    The two monks took three steps back. Their faces were as red as drunkenness, their bodies were shaky, their eyes were blurred for a while, and then they slowly regained their clarity.

    Fang Xueqing stood with her hands behind her back, looking at the two monks with cold eyes.

    "Amitabha" The two monks proclaimed the Buddha's name at the same time, with solemn and solemn expressions on their faces. They slowly raised their arms and pushed out another palm.

    Fang Xueqing raised her charming eyebrows, a trace of anger appeared at the corner of her fair mouth, and she lightly brushed her sleeves.

    With this gentle flick, the clouds were light and the wind was gentle, silent and soundless. It was very different from the fierceness just now, like the undercurrent of the sea.

    The two monks swayed, and suddenly staggered a few steps forward, but they were not directly in front of them. They twisted sideways, bypassed Xiao Yuesheng and Fang Xueqing, and reached their right side.

    The faces of the two monks blushed even more, as if they were covered with a layer of red cloth. They took a few deep breaths and adjusted their breaths for a while before returning to normal, looking slightly pale.

    The two of them looked at Fang Xueqing in surprise. With just a flick of the hand, they felt a huge whirlpool forming in front of them. As soon as they hit it with their palms, they were immediately spun away. Their bodies were pulled by a force and could not control themselves.

    This huge whirlpool has earth-shattering power. Compared with it, the power of my own palm is insignificant, like an earthworm shaking a big tree.

    Fang Xueqing said calmly: "Two masters, please go back!"

    After saying that, he flicked his left sleeve again and drew an arc in the sleeve with his palm.

    The two of them flew up fiercely. They were in the air, everything was flying past them, but they couldn't move, as if they were tied by a rope.

    More than ten feet away, the two fell heavily on the soft pine needles. They stood up and looked at each other, shook their heads and smiled bitterly. They looked back again, sighed, turned around and left.
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