The weather was frosty and cool, and there was a thin layer of ice on the ground.

The monk came barefoot, and the soles of his feet were already red, but he did not frown, and his face was calm.

In his left hand is a Zen staff like an iron pestle, and in his right hand is a wooden fish with scriptures engraved on it, which is daunting.

"This is a treasured land. It is not for you men and women to be dirty. Please leave as soon as possible."

Obviously, the other party is from the Buddhist sect, and is not a monk who chants sutras and eats fast, but a warrior monk.

The treasure he mentioned was naturally this hot spring.

He could see it, and so could Qi Chen and Chi Enen.

This spring water contains rich spiritual energy, so Qi Chen should be the first to enter the water to absorb the spiritual energy in it and recover from his injuries.

Although Chi Enen was moved, he did not snatch it for the sake of Qi Chen saving her life.

After Qi Chen has absorbed it, it will naturally be his turn.

But by chance, a Buddhist monk came out at this time.

If he were an ordinary monk, he would definitely be shocked when he met a warrior monk from the Buddhist sect, and he would even think of quitting.

It's just that neither Qi Chen nor Chi En'en are interested in Buddhism.

But the problem is that neither of them can use their spiritual energy now, and although the monk in front of them only consecrates the third level, he is from the Buddhist sect after all, and he can definitely capture them.

"Master is wrong on two points." Chi Enen's attitude was modest, neither humble nor arrogant. "First, we are not boyfriend and girlfriend, so we will not do dirty things in this hot spring."

"Second, first come, first served, so you are the one who has to leave."

The monk was indifferent: "The world thinks that our Buddhist sect is reasonable, but the world doesn't know that we can also take action."

"So, there is no need to tell the poor monk these worldly truths."

"Both of you are practitioners, so you naturally know that our Buddha is different from the secular Buddha."

"This hot spring, filled with outstanding people and spirits, has been gestating for who knows how long, just in time for a poor monk to reach the realm of a master."

"The Buddhist sect is indeed a group of hypocritical people." Qi Chen frowned.

"Please give way." The monk didn't get angry, he just said two words, extremely domineering.

Chi Enen and Qi Chen looked at each other and hesitated. They couldn't use their spiritual energy, so they were unwilling to provoke this person.

But the two of them were a little reluctant to part with it. After all, as long as they used the hot springs, their strength would recover much faster.

"Give me more!"

There was a majesty in the monk's voice.

"People from the Buddhist sect are all so domineering, I thought they were just a few." Qi Chen thought of the secular disciples of the Buddhist sect he had met before.

Chi Enen quietly held the oil-paper umbrella. Rather than letting them leave, it was clear that he wanted them to die on the spot.

"Be careful, what he used is already the "Three Sounds Sutra" of Buddhism. If you are not firm-minded, you will vomit blood and die when he says the third sentence."

Qi Chen was slightly surprised, but he was not afraid at all

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Fang Sansheng Sutra secretly looked at Chi Enen.

"No concessions!"

The monk was furious. In fact, he was not angry, but the facial features on his face suddenly changed, just like changing facial makeup.

There is a Vajra Buddha in the body of all sentient beings, just like a sun wheel, with perfect body brightness and boundless vastness.

It's just covered with five clouds, like a lamp in a bottle, unable to appear.

"kill!"

He dropped the word "kill", and the Zen staff in his hand slammed over, making a clattering sound, like a heavy weight.

Chi Enen's eyebrows narrowed, he looked at Qi Chen who was at a loss from the corner of his eye, and then secretly gritted his teeth.

It seemed that she was the only one who took action.

The oil-paper umbrella in her hand suddenly opened, like a peacock spreading its tail, and the blades rained down inch by inch, whistling and spinning.

The two men's attacks were completed in one fell swoop and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

The ice on the soles of my feet has not melted at all, and the wind in the sky has not become chaotic.

The monk looked at his body and heard a click!

His cotton cassock was torn open, and there was a scar on his chest. It was neither deep nor shallow. It just cut the skin and caused the wound to bleed. It stung a little when exposed to the cold wind.

After all, Chi Enen is a master, and he has left himself a hand. Even if he is not in good condition now, he is not at the mercy of others.

Just looking at this situation, her eyes quickly dimmed.

"If you hadn't practiced the body protection technique, you would have died long ago." Chi Enen was a little disappointed.

The monk looked at the wound on his chest, his rock-like expression showed shock, and said in a cold voice: "It turns out to be a seriously injured grandmaster."

"In this case, the poor monk cannot hold back. No matter what force you are from, but you have offended, you have no choice but to kill you."

Chi Enen was secretly anxious. The blow she had just made was all the power she had gathered recently, but she still underestimated this person's strength.

At this moment, she felt a little sad. She didn't expect that her unexpected trip to the world would end here.

The monk recited the scripture, and the iron pestle flew up again. This time, the fallen leaves around him were shattered, and the ice layer made a rattling sound.

Feeling the strong wind coming towards him, Chi Enen's face turned ashen.

"My Buddha is compassionate."

Suddenly, a voice sounded. This voice did not come from the monk's mouth, but from Qi Chen.

"If the Buddha is compassionate, then there is no Buddha. The so-called compassion must have some edge." The monk said calmly, "You two, I will send you to the west to meet the compassionate Buddha."

Qi Chen shook his head, the Buddhist sect was indeed full of monsters.

But at this moment, a roar suddenly sounded, like wind passing through bamboo leaves, and like an arrow flying across a mountain stream.

"Wolf?"

"Wild wolf?"

Hearing the sound, the monk turned back decisively and immediately smashed an iron pestle behind him.

It's a pity that he miscalculated.

He thought it was a wild wolf, but it was not, but a two-headed lion that was more powerful than the wild wolf.

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The two-headed lion bit the opponent's iron pestle with a bloody mouth, causing the big mouth to open violently, and countless wind blades tore the monk's robes apart.

The monk was horrified. The force he used was to deal with wild wolves. Who knew that a two-headed lion could howl like a wolf?

One wrong step, one wrong step.

The fighting power of the two-headed lion is probably higher than that of the monk. If he fights head-on, he will probably only make the opponent flee.

But now, the monk was wrong.

So the two-headed lion has an absolute advantage.

Its claws were sharp enough to strangle any metal. The claws slammed onto the opponent's shoulder, almost detaching the monk's entire shoulder.

The monk only dodged a little, avoiding the vital points of his head, because he knew that he could not completely avoid it. In this case, he had to prepare his shoulders in advance to bear the force.

Then, fight back!

The wooden fish in his hand was already glowing, and it was used as a chain to lock the two-headed lion.

It has to be said that the real core disciples from these big forces are absolutely terrifying. Their fighting consciousness alone is enough to frighten the casual cultivators outside.

However, he still miscalculated.

The reason for the miscalculation was that the two-headed lion once escaped under Qi Chen's nose.

So the two-headed lion disappeared again.

Although its talent is powerful, it has a time limit and can only be used once a day.

The two-headed lion grasped the timing and suddenly appeared behind the opponent.

Then he bit the monk's head in one bite.

Click, click, click!

The monk's skull cracked open, and bright red blood spurted out.

Feeling the smell of blood, the two-headed lion quickly retreated and ran to the riverside to rinse its mouth.

It tastes terrible!

The grilled fish is still delicious.

I saved that human being's life this time. He should be subdued by me, and there will be endless grilled fish from now on.
To be continued...