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Volume 5, The Eight Parts of the Heavenly Dragon, Chapter 545: Sanskrit Singing

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    Chapter 545 Sanskrit Singing

    The three of them walked inside. Under the night sky, Tianlong Temple stood motionless, like a giant beast lying down, trying to bite people.

    Slowly walking inside, there were people lying on the ground in various shapes at your feet, including monks and masked men in black. They were all motionless and unconscious, but they still held their weapons tightly in their hands.

    " Xiao Yuesheng winked, Fang Xueqing chinned her head lightly, and her body turned into a wisp of smoke, passing by the crowd. The monks on the ground moved one after another and began to wake up.

    Duan Yu asked excitedly: "Second brother, the roar you just made was really powerful. What kind of skill was it?Lion's roar?"

    "It's the Tianlong Sanskrit chant." Xiao Yuesheng said with a smile.

    "Could it be Tianlong Temple's unique skill?" Duan Yu laughed.

    Xiao Yuesheng smiled and shook his head, looked around, and replied casually: "It's not that, it's my own kung fu, and I just named it randomly."

    This name was not randomly chosen. He learned the Six Meridians Divine Sword of Tianlong Temple and always felt that he owed it to Tianlong Temple. This unique skill was born out of the roar of the lion in Shaolin, so he named it Tianlong Sansheng and prepared to hand it over to Tianlong Temple.  , regarded as a reward.

    Duan Yu's face was full of admiration: "What a Tianlong Brahma Singer!  But there is also a strange thing. Second brother, even Master Ku Rong can't resist your roar, but I just feel a little uncomfortable. I don't need to use my skills at all.  !¡±

    Xiao Yuesheng smiled: "Your mentality is closely related to mine. Furthermore, your inner strength is profound, far superior to everyone present."

    "Duan Yu had an adventure, and he also had the Beiming Divine Skill. His internal strength was very deep, only slightly worse than Fang Xueqing. But the key to being able to withstand Xiao Yue's roar was the Six Meridians Divine Sword Heart Technique.

    Duan Yu thought for a while, shook his head and said, "The man inside was also injuredhe was alone against me and Master Ku Rong."

    Xiao Yuesheng smiled but did not answer, and pointed at a man in black on the ground: "Third brother, this is a monk!"

    This man was dressed in black and wrapped up tightly, even his head was wrapped up. Only a pair of eyes were exposed, blending into the night, which was very scary.

    "Monk?!" Duan Yu was surprised. He pulled out the white jade fan from his waist, gently picked it up, and took off the hood of the man in black, revealing his bright head.

    "It's indeed a monk!" Duan Yu lowered his head and looked at the man carefully. After a while, he raised his head and said, "Second brother, this man's skin is dark and red. He was sunburned and his skin is rough. Such a monk is rare!"

    For ordinary monks, the most important lesson in daily life is meditation, and they must always live in a quiet room. Even the first disciples of Shaolin Temple will not be tanned like this.

    "This is the Lama of Tubo!" Xiao Yuesheng frowned.

    Duan Yu widened his eyes, pointed at the monk on the ground and said: "Second brother, you mean, he is not a monk from the Song Dynasty, but from Tubo?!"

    "Well, it should be from Tubo." Xiao Yuesheng nodded, bent down and pressed the monk's forehead, a clear light flashed in his eyes, and then disappeared.

    "Why did the Tibetan lama invade Tianlong Temple?!" Duan Yu frowned, slapped his white jade fan, and murmured to himself.

    Xiao Yuesheng stood up and shook his head: "He is indeed a lama from Tubo. Third brother, go in and see Master Ku Rong!"

    "Okay!" Duan Yu nodded hurriedly, no longer thinking about it, and led the way, turned left, left the main hall, and came to a side courtyard.

    This side courtyard is not big. There is a bamboo forest in the west of the courtyard. There is a towering locust tree beside the south wall. Its branches and leaves are luxuriant, covering half of the sky in the courtyard like a canopy.

    A gust of wind blew and the leaves were whirling.

    There were two people sitting under the tree, both sitting cross-legged, two feet away. One had his back to them, was wearing a cassock, and was thin and strong. The other was tall and tall, wearing black clothes, and his whole body was wrapped tightly.  It is solid and blends perfectly with the shadow of the locust tree.

    Hearing the sound of footsteps, the two of them remained motionless, like sculptures.

    Xiao Yuesheng looked at the two of them with his hands behind his back, and gently waved his hand to signal Duan Yu not to move. The three of them stood together and watched the two of them doing their exercises.

    " Xiao Yuesheng's roar just now had the potential to cause the sky to collapse and the earth to break apart. The inner force contained in it enveloped the entire Tianlong Temple. Except for Duan Yude, who was spared, everyone else was knocked unconscious.

    There are also those who have deep internal strength and can stay awake, but have been injured.

    After a while, white mist began to rise above the two people's heads, like threads. The night breeze blew the white mist around, and gradually dispersed, and new white mist rose.

    Soon, the white mist became thick, rising and rolling like boiling water.

    Duan Yu took a breath, knowing that his luck had reached its peak and it was a critical point.

    "Hmm" The man in black exhaled a breath of white air, a hole was ripped through the black cloth, revealing his thick lips.

    Master Ku Rong remained motionless, white air billowing above his head.

      The man in black opened his eyes, and two bolts of electric light burst out. The small courtyard suddenly lit up, and Xiao Yuesheng and three others appeared. His eyes slowly withdrew the electric light and looked at the three of them quietly.

    Duan Yu and the others did not move and looked at him quietly.

    Fang Xueqing said softly: "Sir, this is also a Tibetan lama!"

    "Well, stop him." Xiao Yuesheng nodded.

    Fang Xueqing's body swayed, disappeared from the spot, appeared behind the man in black, and patted him down with a palm, light and without any anger.

    The tall figure of the man in black spun around, turned to Fang Xueqing, pushed his right palm flat, and slowly pressed it towards Fang Xueqing's chest. A faint tiger roar came from the wind of the palm.

    Fang Xueqing raised her dark eyebrows and seemed to be smiling, but she didn't expect this old lama to have such palm power.

    Her jade palm spread out and turned into fingers, and her five fingers moved like playing a harp, graceful and elegant.

    Five rays of sword energy shot out through the fingers, making a hissing sound, criss-crossing, cutting the wind in the palm into pieces, turning into a breeze, lifting her hair.

    The man in black suddenly retreated, sitting cross-legged, as if he was being pulled on a string behind his back. He reached the wall of the small courtyard in an instant and was about to climb out.

    Seeing that the opportunity was wrong, he struck and ran away. He acted extremely decisively.

    Fang Xueqing chuckled, suddenly disappeared, and appeared on the wall, her clothes flowing, her hair flying, with a flash of cold light, the sword on her waist was unsheathed, and turned into a ball of silver light on her chest, facing the man in black.

    The man in black was in the air, turned sharply, and swept diagonally to her left, trying to avoid Fang Xueqing's sharpness.

    Fang Xueqing suddenly moved two feet sideways, and the man in black felt his eyes blur. She blocked the front again, and the silver light on her chest surged, spreading into a cold light that filled the sky, covering the sky and the earth.

    "Moo!" The man in black made the lion seal with his hands, exhaled and pressed out, and a faint roar of a lion came from the void, which was breathtaking.

    Fang Xueqing chuckled lightly, showing excitement. The silver light in the sky suddenly converged, and rushed into the cold sword in her hand. The cold light of the sword shone brightly, as if it turned into a lightsaber, and stabbed flatly in the void.

    The man in black was about a foot away. His tall body suddenly flew up, as if he was hit by a giant tree, and hit the locust tree with a muffled "bang" sound.

    The locust tree trembled, the leaves trembled, and a few pieces fell. His body slowly slid down the locust tree, as if he had no bones.

    ??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? Knocked the palm of his hand hard with the jade fan, Duan Yu praised: "Miss Xueqing, what a skill!"

    Fang Xueqing smiled faintly and returned to Xiao Yuesheng's side.

    "Third brother, please make arrangements." Xiao Yuesheng turned around and said.

    "Okay." Duan Yu nodded and floated out.

    "Amitabha" A long Buddha trumpet sounded, and the white air on the top of Master Ku Rong's head was suppressed. He slowly opened his eyes and put his hands together in tithe: "Old Ku Rong, thank you very much, Mr. Xiao!"

    Xiao Yuesheng returned the courtesy and said with a smile: "I have admired you for a long time, Master Kurong. I was so anxious at the next moment that I hurt you. I hope you will forgive me."

    "Our temple suffered a hundred-year catastrophe. Mr. Xiao came to help. I am just grateful!" Master Ku Rong said slowly with a tithe.

    He has a strange appearance, with one side old and one side young, but his voice is gentle and calm, filled with the atmosphere of vicissitudes of life, which makes people awe-inspiring.

    "I have a close relationship with Tianlong Temple. If there are difficulties in the temple, you should try your best. Master, there is no need to be polite." Xiao Yuesheng smiled and said warmly.

    He pointed at the man in black on the ground. Fang Xueqing floated over and flicked her long sleeves. The hood of the man in black cracked into pieces, revealing his true appearance.

    Xiao Yuesheng took a look and nodded: "Sure enough, he is from Tubo."

    This big man is not a lama, but his hair is curly and his facial features are different from those of the Central Plains people.

    Master Kurong sat quietly, looked at the big man on the ground, and then looked at Xiao Yuesheng.

    Xiao Yuesheng said: "Most of those who come to Fan are lamas."

    Master Ku Rong shook his head, sighed, and slowly closed his eyes, as if his soul was flying into the sky.

    With the sound of footsteps, Duan Yu came back, followed by Duan Zhengchun and Dao Baifeng. The two were dusty, their clothes were disheveled, and there were a few tears. It was obvious that they had gone through a fierce fight.

    "Mr. Xiao!" The two of them shouted and greeted Master Ku Rong again.

    Master Ku Rong opened his eyes for a moment, just tithing, then closed his eyes again, stopped talking, and sat under the locust tree like a dead tree.

    "It's a good thing you're here. Otherwise, Tianlong Temple would be in danger!" Duan Zhengchun shook his head and sighed, reaching out to straighten his hair and said, "What a coincidence. Are you nearby?"

    Xiao Yuesheng smiled and nodded, saying: "Are these all Tibetan people?"

    "Well, they are all!" Duan Zhengchun lowered his face, frowned and hummed: "These Tubo people are finally starting to feel restless!"
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