Su Qing was stunned by the old monk's words.

Do you want to worship Xiao Qianjue as your master?

Why do you say this?

But when he saw the big clock that hit him, he took a step forward. Most of the people around him covered their ears and fled in all directions. Some were so shaken by the magnificent bell that they became dizzy and simply threw their butts away.

Sitting on the ground.

"Oh, my God, isn't this the big bell in Hanshan Temple? Someone picked it off!"

Looking at the excitement from a distance, some people recognized the clock at a glance, but the next moment, everyone suddenly opened their mouths and stared at it in stunned silence.

But he saw Su Qing's right arm trembled, and following the rotation, he stretched out his hand and pressed it against the clock, then moved along the clock body to the right, and the big clock suddenly swayed in the air.

He flipped up three feet high, turned his head upside down, and did somersaults in the air. The frightening wind he set off slashed people in the face, with unparalleled ferocity.

Those people who were sitting paralyzed on the ground immediately jumped up and ran away with their heads in their hands, fearing that the giant bell would fall down.

On the top of the big clock, there is a copper ring as thick as the wrist, mottled with vicissitudes of life, with a little bit of green. When it was turned down, Su Qing grabbed it with five fingers, raised it in the air with one hand, and held it high.

Lift it up.

Witnessing this scene, those who were watching from a distance were so frightened that their legs were shaking and they almost didn't urinate. They could swallow a steamed bun with just one mouthful.

"Did the master misunderstand?"

Su Qing held the clock in her hand and said.

Monk Jiuru was also looking at him with his eyes wide open. How come he hadn't seen him for half a year? This boy turned upside down, and his strength could compete with his "Great Vajra Divine Power".

But seeing him holding an ebony staff and laughing, he rushed forward and smashed the giant bell in Su Qing's hand with his staff.

"What a boy, you are truly extraordinary!"

"Boom!"

The huge bell roared and resounded.

An immense force suddenly hit Zhong's body, causing him to tremble, like the waves of a river, each wave overpowering the other.

Even Su Qing couldn't help but feel a surge of heartbeat. The force on his feet was relieved, and the ground suddenly cracked and cracked.

Seeing this, Monk Jiuru smiled again, swung the ebony stick in his hand, and struck the big clock again. This blow was aimed at the trembling and undulating gaps in the bell body, like a stick adding fuel to the flames.

His big hands added more power to the energy in Zhong's body.

Su Qing frowned when he saw this. He held the bell with his right hand and spread out the five fingers of his left hand. With enough strength, he slapped the other end of the bell body with his palm. The two forces collided with each other and he heard it instantly.

"Boom!"

A loud and earth-shattering sound suddenly sounded from the bell, like the roar of a tiger and the roar of a dragon. It could be heard clearly from a hundred feet away. The roof tiles shook in shock. In the inns and restaurants on the street, many tea cups, dishes and bowls exploded with a loud crash.

The sound was broken, and some people covered their ears and fell to the ground moaning, which shocked the sky.

Su Qing took it off with his left hand again, and the palm prints were clearly visible on the body of the clock. Even the texture on the belly of the fingers and the palm prints were clearly visible.

The two used the bell body to compete with each other. Under the shock, the two of them were separated at the first touch. Su Qing held the bell in his hand, like an Arhat holding the sky. The muscles of his body tensed and relaxed, like the opening and closing of a bow string. His feet moved and his steps moved.

step on

Qixing walked seven steps in a row, making seals step by step. He had just removed the strength from Zhong's body, but his face was also faintly flushed. Monk Jiuru put his stick on the ground and took several steps back, again one step at a time.

But this time the two of them fought.

But it was Axue who followed Su Qing in a bitter way.

The bells rang in her ears several times, and she was already gritting her teeth and holding on, but the last sound was like the power of Mount Tai, weighing heavily on her heart. The two masters fought against each other, and the remaining energy spread to

, she didn’t even hum, a mouthful of hot blood surged out of her throat, and she collapsed as soon as she closed her eyes.

When Jiuru saw this, his smile disappeared and he no longer struggled. He just stared and said: "You kid, when you go out, could you kidnap a girl and bring back a girl? Oh, yes, your face is too evil!"

Su Qing clasped the bell with her backhand and put it upside down on the ground. Then she walked to Ah Xue's side, put her palms on his back, massaged and kneaded it for a moment to activate the blood, and then she saw Ah Xue slowly wake up.

"Master, why are you like this? And where did you hear that I worship Xiao Qianjue as my master?"

he asked.

Jiuru smiled strangely and said: "Haha, of course I heard it. Now the whole world is spreading rumors that you have joined the Blackwater lineage. What's more, don't you know that the national master Ba Siba has sealed you as a

The great protector of Tantric Buddhism is of the same rank, but you don’t know?”

Su Qing also looked strange when he heard this. He had spent almost all of his time in the past three months running away and practicing martial arts. He had no time to care about other things. He didn't expect that he had inexplicably gained the title of Tantric Protector.

"I knew it!"

Jiurujuzhang sneered.

"This method is not cruel. They can't kill you, so they want to use people's hearts to kill you. Nowadays, the martial arts in the Central Plains have spread a lot. You have become such a famous person at a young age. Naturally, you are hated by villains. Now you are just adding insult to injury!"

Su Qing's eyes were normal and seemed unmoved.

He has experienced such things very little. People's hearts are unpredictable. The most difficult thing to understand in the world is the human heart.

"It doesn't matter, let them talk. Anyway, no matter how much they say, it won't matter. Fame and wealth are nothing to me anymore. Whether good or evil, they are just things in other people's mouths!"

Su Qing seemed to have taken it for granted.

"You think too simply. What if those people want to kill you? There are always amazing and talented people in this world, but these are the ones who die the most. Nowadays, jackals and tigers are in power, and perverts are rampant. Alas, what a troubled world!"

Jiuru shook his head.

"Kill me? Haha, no matter what, before Yuan Ting's iron hoof goes south, I will clean up this world first!"

Su Qing said softly.

While the two were talking, a group of monks rushed up from a distance, all holding sticks. When they saw the bronze bell sunk on the ground, the leader of the old monk was trembling with anger. He raised his stick and pointed nine fingers, and shouted angrily: "You

You're such an evil person. I kindly left you to hang out in the temple, but you stole the bronze bell from the temple and came to this place of fireworks alley. It's just...simply..."

The old monk's face was cracked. As he spoke, his eyes narrowed, but he saw the handprint on the bronze bell, and he immediately became even more angry. This was cast at the beginning of the construction of the "Hanshan Temple". It has been passed down from generation to generation and has become the Buddha in the temple.

Bao, a pilgrim all over the world, is famous all over the world. I didn’t expect that I would end up like this today.

"Oh, I am so angry, so all the monks should take down this evil obstacle!"

The monks came with sticks and swept them away.

Jiuru was a giant in the Zen forest and a master of martial arts. He dodged and avoided the group of people like headless flies, not even touching their sleeves.

But Ting Jiuru looked calm, looked at the bronze bell, and sighed: "Oh, I wanted to break this bell, but it's too hard!"

He suddenly turned to look at the angry monk.

"Hongwu, you talk about the Buddha, but do you know where the Buddha is? Where is the ancestor?"

Hong Wu heard this and responded sternly: "The Buddha is above you, the leader of the six yangs, and the ancestor is between your crossed eyelashes. The Buddha sends a thunderbolt to split the stubborn stone in your heart, and the ancestor sends out a golden light to pierce your dim and old eyes!"

Jiuru raised his white eyebrows and sneered: "Fart, in my opinion, you are the one with the stubborn head, and you are the one with the dim eyesight!"

He pointed back at himself and said with a smile: "What is this? Can you see what is standing in front of you?"

Hongwu frowned. "What?"

Jiuru laughed loudly. "But you didn't see that the person in front of you is the Buddha? There is no family for those who come, and there is no Buddha for those who go. All living beings are confused and persistent. What is the Buddha? What is the ancestor? The ancestor is me, and I will

It’s Buddha!”

A Xue on the side looked depressed and listened at a loss.

"Are you okay?"

Su Qing looked at the several monks who spoke sharply and exchanged quarrels with each other, with thoughtful eyes. When he saw them again, Ah Xue carefully tugged on the corner of his clothes.

"Let's go to the lake!"

"Um!"

The two left the group of monks, walked to the lake, and rented a canopy boat. Unexpectedly, as soon as they got on the front foot and the back foot, they heard a huge muffled sound from behind. They saw that Monk Jiuru was actually carrying a bronze bell and laughing.

With a cry, he strode away.

"What a weirdo!"

Ashue muttered.

Su Qing smiled.

"It's quite strange!"
Chapter completed!