Fang Ming's jaw head.

If a knowledgeable man saw the scene just now, he would definitely have a lot of words to the monk. The cult in troubled times, spreading it in such a way will make countless "loyal ministers and filial sons" feel heartbroken.

"Who Qingcheng thinks is right and who is wrong?"

Fang Ming's eyes lit up.

"Neither of them is right or wrong!"

Nangong Qingcheng's eyes suddenly turned cold: "If you stop me, you will kill them all!"

"Yes!"

Little Murong also poked his head out: "That monk uncle is not a good person. He looked at him last and looked like a wolf!"

"Haha... it's still the smartest little Murong!"

Fang Ming pinched the other party's broken face and praised him.

But Xiao Murong pushed Fang Ming's big hand angrily and said angrily: "Everyone has grown up!"

I don't know why, but my face turned red again and got back into the carriage.

The wheels rolled, and soon left the town and reached the wilderness.

However, Nangong Qingcheng pulled out his Xueshuang long sword and was slowly wiping it.

Fang Ming smiled again when he saw this.

Nangong Qingcheng and Xiao Murong, one with a clear sword heart and a natural Taoist body, both realized that the monk and Taoist things were wrong.

"Or... neither of them is a good thing!"

A cold flashed in Fang Ming's eyes.

He was 99% sure that the two men before were actually all from the Demon Sect under the name of Buddhism and Taoism.

What Wu Yong mentioned before was that cults in various places in Daqian were frequently published, and it was just like them.

Not only that, the two even sang double acts, slandering each other, corrupting the reputation of the upright Buddhist teachings, but also making the other party helpless.

No matter the three religions and five sects or the demon sect are in power, as long as you have the advantage of great justice, you must not bear the responsibility without being held!

And Daqian’s responsibility is these tens of millions of refugees and billions of people!

It is common sense that people's grievances rise in the last days of the dynasty.

As orthodox, the three religions and five sects need to be responsible for this. The opposite of the external demon sect can be used lightly and provoked by willful provocations.

In other words, it is the difference between the court faction and the opposition faction.

Because there is no pressure, the opposition can naturally accuse the court of doing poorly. In fact, if it is changed, whether the situation can be barely maintained is a matter of two things.

"Amitabha, donor stay!"

Nangong Qingcheng and Xiao Murong had a very accurate premonition. Before the carriage could go far, the iron-headed monk chased after him.

"Oh? What's wrong with the great monk? I can't give you some money for sesame oil!"

Fang Ming smiled slightly at the corner of his mouth.

"I am indeed here to beg for alms, so it's okay if you don't have any money for incense and oil..."

The Iron Head Monk had a sanctuary and solemn appearance, but the next sentence directly revealed his nature: "It's just that I saw the girl in the donor's car before, and I'm a Buddha, so I might as well give it up to me!"

"I'm destined to be?!"

Nangong Qingcheng's face was as cold as frost. He knew that it was Xiao Murong's innate Taoist body that attracted the attention of the other party. He couldn't help but press the hilt of the sword, and his murderous intent was very strong.

"Not bad! This woman has a connection with my Buddha. Your family's foundation is too thin, but she can't keep it no matter what. If you force it to stay... you can only bring three disasters and nine disasters, which is very unwise!"

A golden light flashed in the eyes of the Tietou monk, and he glanced at Nangong Qingcheng, his face became solemn, and he glanced at Fang Ming again, but shook his head with disdain.

Obviously, he saw Nangong Qingcheng's identity as the innate swordsman.

As for Fang Ming, his aura was restrained too well. Unless a master of the same level or even a broken power came over, he would treat him as an ordinary person.

"Oh, you crazy monk, you actually left human flesh and blood without authorization, and you gave your dog all your compassion!"

Fang Ming shook his head and said coldly.

"Hmph! The Buddha is the Vajra guarding the gate of Rushi Temple. Today I fall in love with your daughter. This is the blessing you have cultivated in your previous life. However, the world is ignorant. I must have the Vajra appearing and the Vajra will be willing to surrender!"

The Tietou Monk performed at a high level and a high level in his performance. He even slandered Rushi Temple before he snatched people.

"The Ruofan Gate's ancestors, the Rushi Temple at the gate of Ten Thousand Buddhas is only at your level, so the Buddha Emperor should have committed suicide in shame..."

Nangong Qingcheng's words immediately changed his expression.

"Okay! It seems that the two of you are not punishing toast, and they will not shed tears without seeing the coffin! Let the Buddha send you back!!!"

The monk Tietou's face turned solemn, and suddenly stepped forward, and crossed a distance of nine feet, and arrived at the carriage like a distance. His right hand was opened and his five fingers were like a hook, and he grabbed Nangong Qingcheng directly.

"Om!"

Just as the monk took action, a hazy golden light appeared on his body, which was cast like steel and iron, and even sang with Buddhist music and Zen.

As soon as this man made a move, he was extremely pure Buddhist martial arts, and even a hint of surprise appeared in Nangong Qingcheng's eyes.

clang!

The long sword was unsheathed, and the long sword of ice and snow raised a lot of waves in Nangong Qingcheng's hand like a dragon covering the sea. The tip of the sword seemed to be spiritual, and it pierced directly along the palm of the Iron-Head Monk. A layer of frost white appeared slightly on the sword body, but it was not exposed, condensed at the tip of the sword, without any yin and cold air, but the Iron-Head Monk screamed strangely and hurriedly avoided it, not daring to take it head-on.

The sword energy traverses 30,000 miles, and the sword light shines on the nineteen states!

"The little girl's sword skills are not bad. Let the Buddha take you away, go back and adjust it well, teach you...well!!!"

The Iron-headed monk was in the air, but his joints were strangely flexibly and made incredible actions by ordinary people, like ancient yoga techniques. He avoided Nangong Qingcheng's flying sword thorns when he was unable to be released. He immediately laughed, formed a seal with his hands, recited the six-character mantra on his mouth, and turned into a palm and fell down.

boom!

With the true energy overflowing, the Iron-headed monk's palm seemed to bloom like a lotus, turning into light and shadow all over the sky, wrapping Nangong Qingcheng's long sword.

After a few palms passed, Nangong Qingcheng's face became extremely solemn. He knew that since the other party saw that she was a master of swordsmanship, she still dared to take advantage of her strength to rob her, and she really had a support.

"Haha... just sword technique, how can you be the opponent of the Buddha's True Word Seal?"

When the Iron Head Monk saw Nangong Qingcheng's face, his jade face turned slightly red, and his eyes seemed to be about to emit light. He formed a lotus seal with his hands, and pushed forward again: "Well!"

Nangong Qingcheng suddenly felt an invisible wall of air sweeping across, as if wrapped in all directions, making her unable to help but return the sword to the sheath, and a sense of determination appeared on her face!

"Qingcheng, you have not yet mastered the skills of using the Sword of Return at the moment. Why don't you let me do it!"

Suddenly, a faint sigh came, as if it was carrying invisible ripples. As the air wall around it spread, it suddenly collapsed.

Nangong Qingcheng's face flashed and turned into snow-white again.

Obviously, Nangong Qingcheng was at a disadvantage in the fight with the Iron Head Monk, and when she was about to use fierce methods such as the disintegration of the Demon, she was interrupted by Fang Ming and stopped her.

"The merit...the merit comes with the sound!"

The iron-headed monk landed on the ground, staring at Fang Ming with horror, and couldn't help but lose his voice. Now, he still didn't know that this young man who was missing by him was a master beyond imagination!

"Your name is Tietou?"

Fang Ming's face was calm and he leaned halfway on the carriage.

The surroundings centered around him, whether it was the carriage or even the grass and fallen leaves on the ground, were not damaged by the previous battle.

The iron-headed monk only saw his eyelids twitching wildly, and he said with a stern auspicious finger: "This...sen, I am Rushi Temple..."

"It's okay to deceive those foolish men and women like this, so don't show off in front of me..."

Fang Ming's eyes seemed to have a mockery: "If a person from the martial arts world knows that the high-ranking master of Guiwang Temple actually pretends to be a monk from Rushi Temple, his chin will probably be laughing!"

Ghost King Temple!

This is one of the seven demonic paths in the outer world, and it is also a sect and a branch of the Fan Sect! The monks in the temple worship the Ghost King, and it is rumored that it is related to Rushi Temple. It was transformed by the demonic branch of the One True Tradition back then!

"Originally... what you Guiwang Temple and Taipingdao want to do is nothing to do, but you shouldn't have, you shouldn't have thoughts on my junior sister. This is unforgivable..."

Fang Ming said quietly, while the Iron Head Monk was secretly complaining.

No matter what, he never thought that a master like Fang Ming had such a hobby. He didn't even rush to go out, and even wanted to be a groom, which made him make a big mistake.

"Senior... I have no intention of offending you, please forgive me..."

At this point, he could only speak with a gritty bullet.

"Forgive me? I'll pay your life..."

Fang Ming did not move, but said coldly.

"not good!"

In an instant, the golden light on the Iron-Headed Monk disappeared, and replaced it with a deep and strange dark golden color! The face was very ferocious.

If the golden body before was still like the Arhat Dao Fruit, then the appearance at this time would be the authentic Demon Dao Ghost King!

In an instant, I picked up the butcher's knife and became a demon on the ground!

"Drink! Tianxin is correcting me, the Five Ghosts are transporting, look at my Tianxin Five Ghosts Method!"

The iron-headed monk's palm was rushing, as if hundreds of ghosts were crying, with a lot of phosphorus and fire, and the green sky was miserable, and suddenly turned into the shape of five ghosts and rushed towards Fang Ming.
To be continued...