Where would Wen Xiaofeng have thought that he would rather die before giving up the skin than kill anyone? When he came to his senses, he felt that the out-of-body experience soul had grabbed his arm and dragged it 100 meters to the west until Wen Xiaofeng disappeared after being steamed and bleached by the hot sun, only to find that his current position was beyond the previously agreed scope of fighting.
"Amitabha!" Jian Zhen returned to the roof with his sleep bag in his arms and sang a Buddhist name. The other monks echoed the solemn atmosphere.
"How did that happen? ！” I was surprised when I left my seat, and I felt that I would rather die before killing than break the ring. This is the real kindness. This monk is the real virtue. On his deathbed, he dragged Wen Xiaofeng out of the scope of fighting. It was his skin that Jian Zhen caught. This can’t be said to be a foul. This game can be regarded as a draw!
If this game is a draw, it doesn’t make sense even if I win one, because we have no more players to compete with.
Don’t I really lost this time …
Chapter 297 The pitfalls are exposed.
"Li Nan accepted the law." I callously informed Li Nan to withdraw the law. The latter may have guessed the result of the fight according to my deep voice, and there would be no more questions.
When the array was divided into four kinds of animals, they quickly ran to a clean temple. There were almost no other animals’ bodies except those consumed by me.
"Elder brother, thank you very much." I nodded my head at WenXiaoFeng, who was quietly returning to his seat.
"I was too careless" WenXiaoFeng sighed and shook his head.
"I didn’t expect him to do that." I tried to stretch out my hand and patted Wen Xiaofeng on the shoulder. Although my heart is extremely desperate at the moment, I still don’t want Wen Xiaofeng to blame himself too much. After all, he has tried his best.
"I won, didn’t I? Why are you two still depressed?" King kong cannon see we look different interjected.
"Old out of bounds can be considered a draw" Mu Zhuifeng shook his head and said.
"Let me see," said King Kong Bao, stretching out his right hand and counting his fingers.
"Forget six fights, three wins, two losses and one draw. Even if Xiao Jiu wins one, it’s just four wins and one draw, and we have no one to play anymore." Mu Zhuifeng pressed the King Kong gunner.
"What is flat?" King kong cannon unwilling asked.
I tried my best to force out a joke that everyone had done their best. Although the result made me extremely desperate, I didn’t want them to feel as bad as I did.
"What? We lost so much. It’s really a loss to leave now," muttered King Kong Cannon Nai.
"Who said we were leaving? I haven’t played yet." I looked up and squinted at the King Kong cannon.
"It’s no use beating. What are you still fighting for?" King Kong Bao took out a cigarette and handed it to me. "If you lose, you lose. Let’s come back later."
"So far, everything seems to be in the expected arrangement. I’d like to see how he arranged me?" I stretched out my hand and took the cigarette. Previously, the old monk felt that he died before giving up the skin in the process of rapid falling. It was not unusual for a Buddhist monk to decide to die by himself. It made me wonder that Jian Zhen could catch it when he felt that the skin fell so fast. It doesn’t make sense unless he knew in advance that he would do that and was prepared to catch the skin.
"Don’t be too sad, you two. Things may turn around." Mu Zhuifeng looked up at many monks who had left the roof
"What turn?" Wen Xiaofeng and I looked up at the same time.
"Nine fights are good for you. Since he can expect things to happen first, he should not come to the wind." Mu Zhuifeng analyzed and said.
"That’s what Jian Zhen said. They didn’t say they would play nine games." Wen Xiaofeng shook his head and said that he had been with me this time and naturally knew the whole story.
"Jian Zhen acted according to your will. He said that they were not afraid of the nine fights in the nether world, which means that it is likely to play nine games." Mu Zhuifeng is a woman who is cautious after all.
"Who play? You fight? " King kong cannon lit a cigarette for me, or he muttered something
King Kong cannon words immediately made Mu Zhuifeng talk to several people and looked at each other for a long time, eventually shaking their heads and sighing.
At this moment, all the monks have moved the sleeping skin to the front of the hall of the nether world, and they are sure to cross over the sutra.
"Master Jian Zhen will continue a fight in an hour." I got up and said to Lang that although it ruined my event, he dragged Wen Xiaofeng out of the court at the last moment instead of hitting it. This detail showed compassion but greatly admired me. When the monks recited scriptures for two hours, they crossed over. Otherwise, I meant to have a fight.
"Amitabha" Jian Zhen put his hands together and chanted a Buddhist name, indicating that he heard and agreed to my proposal.
At this hour, my heart has been tumbling over the river, and I hope that Wang Yanpei can’t save it. It is meaningless for me to insist on a competition. There are two reasons: one is that I am angry and dissatisfied with being manipulated by Hui, and if the opponent is ruthless, I will kill my anger. The other is that I hope that there will be a miracle to turn the tide, even though I know that there is little possibility of a miracle.
"What a suck!" Just when I was thinking, King Kong Gun actually laughed.
I looked up with discontent and doubt, which made me understand why he would laugh so much. The rice Buddhist monk who was riding on the bodhisattva’s neck earlier came out from the monastery behind with his bedding on his shoulders, followed by a face of anger. Don’t ask, don’t know, this Buddhist monk was frightened and made a rude move, which made him angry. This is to sweep him out of the house.
"What nonsense? Sit down quickly." I am extremely depressed at the moment to see this Buddhist monk who once threw a kitchen knife at me. I didn’t gloat at at such a scene. On the contrary, he secretly complained that when King Kong cannon and I had a big fight in the nether world, this Buddhist monk fought bravely despite the danger, but in the end, I fell into a rut. Unfortunately, today no one remembers what he did in the nether world. Is it so easy to forget the past?
The chanting finally stopped the monks from returning to their places, but this time the other side did not appoint a monk’s field
"Ziyang is willing to learn from the Buddhist monk’s magical power and ask Master Jian Zhen to send someone to the field." I lifted my skirt and glared at Jian Zhen. At this moment, I finally realized that when the overlord of the place of Chu fought the Wujiang River alone, she was in a gentle and graceful mood. She was no longer following her in the battle of the Quartet generals, and he was left alone. Even if she faced tens of thousands of enemy troops, how could she wield her halberd and cut off all ten thousand people’s heads?
"Please ask the master to send someone to the field!" I saw that Jian Zhen was still hesitating, and I couldn’t help but yell again. They had found out that I was now in danger and knew that whoever I sent was going to die.
"Amitabha Buddha teaches in the palm of your hand, please wait a moment. We will send someone to the field as soon as noon arrives." Jian Zhen quickly put the yellow paper in his arms.
"People will wait for you until noon." I proudly sat back in my seat with a cold hum. I’m too angry at the moment to be original and humble. I want to call myself a man, too, to deter those monks across the street. I want them to know who is dead. Even if the young Lama wants him to dare to show up, I will do everything possible to take his life.
"They seem to be waiting?" Wen Xiaofeng turned to me
"I don’t care what they’re waiting for. I’ll cross over if anyone dares to be the early bird." I’m full of Wang Yanpei’s suffering in hell. I can’t save her, which makes me angry. This situation today is caused by this group of monks who are naturally ignorant of the past. If they hadn’t interfered with my magic, they would have been able to keep Wang Yanpei’s soul. Even if it was to find a demented woman who was born unconscious, it wouldn’t be difficult for her soul to cling to the world. Now all this has gone up in smoke. We have lost Wang Yanpei and will stay in
"Nine younger brother, don’t be too angry with you." Wen Xiaofeng gently comforted him and naturally found that my mood was complicated and my breath fluctuated extremely sharply at the moment.
I nodded silently and didn’t adjust my breath to calm my breath. I had to adjust my state to the peak to deal with the young lamas who might appear.
"They probably won’t send the Lama Temple." Mu Zhuifeng closely watched Jian Zhen’s actions across the street.
"How do you know?" King kong cannon puzzled asked.
"Monks in Jian Zhen occasionally look at the mountain and seem to be waiting for help." Mu Zhuifeng observed it very carefully. After she woke up, we really found that Jian Zhen looked up at the sun frequently and occasionally looked at the mountain.
"Is that old bald donkey coming back soon?" King Kong Bao first thought that Hui would come back to deal with me.
"No" I shook my head and denied the guess that "Jian Zhen said it was sending people to the field. If it was Huiqin, he couldn’t have sent this word."