Chapter 463 Ending (Fourth)

Meng Jian was shocked.

The voice was so beautiful, and he remembered it so deeply, he immediately knew who it was, Lu Yurong!

His face darkened, and his handsome face became ferocious.

The woman he originally liked actually helped Chu Li, and it would be a pity to betray him and die. The hateful thing is that his injury is thanks to her. If he didn't help, he wouldn't be in such a mess!

Fa Wu turned to look at Meng Jian, and said in a low voice, "Benefactor Meng, who is this?"

"Lu Yurong!" Meng Jian said through gritted teeth.

"Lu Yurong..." Fa Wu frowned and thought for a while, "Could it be the lady of Ren Guo Gongfu?"

"It's her!" Meng Jian sneered, "As beautiful as a flower, with a heart like a snake!"

"Has Benefactor Meng seen her face?" Fa Wu said, "It is said that she seldom shows her face. Few people have seen her appearance. Is she really that beautiful?"

"A monk, you still care about whether people are beautiful or not?" Meng Jian stared at him coldly: "What kind of Buddhism do you practice!"

"Amitabha..." Fa Wu hurriedly paid tithes: "Thank you, Master Meng, for your guidance, I got the picture!"

"Hmph!" Meng Jian gave him a disdainful look.

These monks are so annoying. They violate human nature everywhere. It is a man's nature to like beautiful women. The monk wants to have a pink skull, which is forced to be imagined as white bones and dirty flesh and blood, which is unappetizing!

"Amitabha..." Fayuan's voice sounded slowly: "Governor Lu is here, and the little monk is far away to welcome you!"

"I heard that your questioning finger is exquisite, and I'm here to learn it!" Lu Yurong's cold voice floated in the sky.

"Benefactor Lu is too famous. If you have nothing else to do, don't disturb everyone's morning class. The little monk will come over immediately!" Fayuan's voice moved slowly, calmly and calmly.

"Very good, let's change to another place!" Lu Yurong's voice sounded.

"Amitabha..." Fayuan's voice faded away.

Fa Wu's face was filled with envy, and he sighed, "This benefactor Lu's cultivation is so deep that Senior Brother Fa Yuan values ​​him so much."

"Hmph, a pair of dogs and men!" Meng Jian said coldly.

"Which pair of dogs and men!?" A voice suddenly sounded behind him.

Fa Wu's eyes widened, watching Chu Li appear out of nowhere and land behind Meng Jian.

The hairs all over Meng Jian's body stood on end, and the sapphire blue gown instantly bulged up and stuck to his body.

"Boom..." There was a muffled sound in the sky.

"Okay, there is still a palm!" Chu Li smiled and took a palm.

He didn't expect that Meng Jian still had a thunder palm left unused, and he was also scheming.

"Bang!" The two palms intersected.

Chu Li's movements froze, and then he returned to normal. Before Fa Wu rushed over, he pressed his palm on Meng Jian's chest.

"Hey!" Several bloody arrows shot out from Meng Jian's body.

Blood was spraying out of his mouth at the same time as the wound where he had received the flying knife, like a leaking kettle, spraying water everywhere.

Meng Jian sent out this thunder palm, and the thief in his body went to the sky. At this time, he received a palm, a solid palm, and the internal organs were directly smashed into meat paste, only the skin did not show any abnormality. Skinned.

Chu Li glanced at Fa Wu, smiled and said, "Excuse me."

He disappeared in a flash, and disappeared without a trace.

Fa Wu originally wanted to make a move, but only halfway through the move, everything was solid, and Chu Li disappeared.

"Benefactor Meng!" Fa Wu hurriedly supported Meng Jian, urging his inner strength to help him heal his injuries.

As soon as the internal energy entered, he gave up and looked at Meng Jian with compassion.

Meng Jian's face turned blue, and there seemed to be a layer of black air floating.

He stared at Fa Wu with his eyes open: "Let senior brother avenge me! Avenge me!"

Fa Wu sighed: "Benefactor Meng, I will save the souls of the dead for you."

"You...you...dead monk!" Meng Jian's eyes widened suddenly, his body trembled, and then he died of breathlessness.

"Amitabha..." Fa Wu put down Meng Jian, paid tithes, bowed his head and muttered the scriptures.

The Dharma image fluttered to him, and his face changed drastically.

"Fa Wu, benefactor Meng, he...?"

"Brother Faxiang, Master Meng is dead, Amitabha..."

"Who did it?"

"Benefactor Chu."

"...Okay, okay, what a Chuli!" Faxiang sighed.

Under their protection, Chu Li came calmly, killed someone and then left without a sound, treating them as nothing in Daleiyin Temple, as expected of Chu Li!

After Fa Wu finished reciting a Buddhist scripture, he looked up at him: "Brother Fa Xiang, Master Chu's martial arts are really powerful, and I am no match."

"Are you not injured?" Fa Xiang asked hurriedly.

Fa Wu shook his head: "He seemed to have no ill intentions towards me, and he smiled at me. Before I could reach out, he had already killed Benefactor Meng. It really was very fast. If he wanted to kill me, I would go with Benefactor Meng. died!"

Fa Xiang said, "It's good that I didn't hurt you."

"Benefactor Chu is not afraid of our Great Leiyin Temple at all, is he?"

"Well, he is outstanding in martial arts, and he is supported by the Duke's Mansion and the Prince's Mansion, so he has no respect for our Great Leiyin Temple."

"Amitabha..." Fa Wu sighed, "Brother Fa Xiang, I want to go back to the temple for retreat."

"Alright." Fa Xiang nodded slowly.

He leaned over Meng Jian's body, shook his head and sighed. With this palm, even if he took the Qi Yuan Pill, he could only breathe a sigh of relief, and it was impossible to come back to life.

"It's a pity for Benefactor Meng." Fa Wu shook his head and said.

Meng Jian's martial arts are similar to his, and his background is similar. Seeing that he was killed because he provoked a powerful opponent, he felt compassionate and worked hard. Meng Jian's today may also be his own tomorrow, so he has to work hard Practice more and make yourself stronger.

What he practiced was Buddhism, but he was not an eminent monk, and he couldn't bear life and death. He wanted to live a better life and pursue more subtle martial arts.

At this moment, a little novice came running in: "Uncle Fa Xiang, Uncle Fa Wu, there is a benefactor outside asking to see him. He said he came from the Forbidden Palace and was looking for a benefactor Meng."

Fa Xiang said slowly: "Fa Wu, you stay here and I will meet this benefactor Zhang."

"Yes, Senior Brother Fa Xiang." Fa Wu replied.

In front of the Ci'en Temple stood a slender, middle-aged man with a face like a crown of jade, handsome and extraordinary.

Wearing a green shirt, he stood with his hands behind his back, with a chic and independent demeanor, looking at the Temple of Mercy thoughtfully.

The gate of Ci'en Temple was suddenly opened, and the dharma was tithe, with a solemn expression: "Benefactor Zhang is polite, poor monk Dharma, please come with me."

"Master Faxiang is very polite." Zhang Ci cupped his fists.

He looked at Master Physiognomy with a serious face, feeling that something was wrong, and asked as he walked in, "How is my junior brother injured?"

"Benefactor Zhang is a step late." Fa Xiang shook his head and sighed: "Benefactor Meng just passed away."

"Junior brother Meng is dead?" Zhang Ci frowned: "The injury is so serious?"

Faxiang shook his head: "Benefactor Chu broke into our temple just now, alas... Amitabha——!"

"Chu Li?!" Zhang Ci turned cold.

Faxiang nodded slowly.

The two came to the Buddhist temple where Meng Jian was talking.