He came quickly, stepped on the steps, and was about to step into the door. The head of the giant Buddha in the house was instantly chopped off by Su Changqing and smashed out of the temple. The Buddha's head is like a huge stone, the Buddha's angry Vajra, the air waves are rolling and roaring. The iron-clawed flying eagle sneered, and the flying claws on its shoulders, iron-locked in the sky, crossed the giant Buddha's head in the air and scratched it alive. Among the countless rubbles, Su Changqing's figure appeared again, his eyes cold. His hair was jet black, and three tiny silver needles penetrated deep into the top of his head. Holding the Purple Blood Soft Sword in one hand and the Frost Snow Knife in the other, they were attacking the Iron Clawed Eagle. The iron-clawed flying eagle struck with both claws, blocking both the frost-snow sword and the purple-blood soft sword, locking them tightly. "Three ringings in the acupoints? Haha, you are a Jinyiwei, and I am also a Jinyiwei. I practiced martial arts ten years earlier than you. I have a solid foundation and can fight in more than a hundred battles!" The iron-clawed flying eagle glanced at Su Changqing and smiled coldly.
"You fought fiercely first, your breath was unstable, and then you were hit by my iron claws. The blood blurred your vision. How can you defeat me?" He raised his head to the sky and roared, and his right leg was like a steel whip, kicking Su Changqing's thigh that was injured by him first. The sound of cracking bones was heard. Su Changqing said nothing, his eyes were cold, and he fought for his life with his wounds. The purple-blooded soft sword in his hand softened instantly, and he spirally wrapped the iron claws to bind him tightly. The iron-clawed flying eagle's flying claws intertwined, but they could not break the purple-blooded soft sword. His expression suddenly changed, and another flying claw struck at Su Changqing again. "Bad Sword! Death Slash!" Su Changqing's jet-black hair was scattered in all directions, and her eyes were cold. The frost and snow knife fell from the sky, extremely domineering, and the cold light burst out. Countless ice crystal petals condensed on the blade, making a clanging sound. A knife slashed across. This knife directly cuts through the iron claws of Baidu Steel. The iron-clawed flying eagle's eyes were horrified, half of its body was split into two, blood surged and splashed three feet high. The iron rope and flying claws fell to the ground, and the iron rope was stained with blood. The iron-clawed flying eagle stood staggeringly, blood spurting out continuously. He knelt on the ground and rolled down the bluestone steps, his eyes unwilling to give in. Before his death, he had never set foot in the Great Buddha Temple. The gate of the Great Buddha Temple was instantly torn apart, and only Su Changqing's body stood in the Great Buddha Temple, with his flying fish suit covered in blood. Outside the Grand Buddha Temple, countless snowflakes are falling, and the world of ice crystals looks like a fairyland on earth. The bodies of the red-blooded scholar had been submerged in the snowflakes and could not be seen.
This snow was supposed to be the snow that froze Su Changqing to death in the script of life. The Iron Claw Flying Eagle also had a murderous grudge against him, and died in the Great Buddha Temple today. ............................ Su Changqing watched silently, picked up the Purple Blood Soft Sword on the ground, turned around and entered the Great Buddha Temple. He had already discovered that the material of this sword was unusual. It could cut anything with true energy. It was sharp and cold, almost as sharp as a frost and snow sword. On the contrary, it will be as soft as a ribbon, and I don’t know where the red-blooded scholar got it. But now, this thing belongs to him. The ripples of moonlight were like water and moonlight, pouring into the Great Buddha Temple. His eyes were slightly focused and he scanned. "The king of Zhennan in Dali met with people. During the spring night here, he lost the Yijin Pill presented by Shaolin Temple." Su Changqing limped, with a hint of smile in his eyes. The place is in a mess, with ruins, broken walls, and broken roofs. It’s such a mess. I don’t know who is sleeping with King Zhennan? "If nothing goes wrong, the Yijin Pill should be beside the Buddha." Su Changqing's eyes fell on the headless Buddha in the middle, his eyes slightly focused. This big Buddha is Sakyamuni Buddha. The Buddha's body is solemn and the copper paint is somewhat rusty. It's a pity that there is no head on it... Su Changqing cut off the Buddha's head with one knife and smashed it at the Iron-clawed Eagle, which was crushed by its claws. "Sakyamuni Buddha, Jin Yiwei Chen Mo is polite. If you have any blame, please go to my good brother Li Kongxiang. He only respects Sanqing and cleans Sanqing Hall every day. He never respects Buddha." Su Changqing clasped his hands together and saluted slowly. After a while, he reached out and started searching near the Buddha. The King of Dali Zhennan is very good at playing, but he is a prince after all, so he will choose a cleaner place anyway. This big Buddhist temple has been in disrepair for a long time, with broken bricks and tiles everywhere. Where else can there be a golden lotus on the Buddha. Cleaner, a little more exciting... Therefore, Su Changqing was certain that Yi Jin Dan must be here. Soon, at a crack on the high platform, Su Changqing saw a small bottle stuck deep in the crack for who knows how many years. He shattered the high platform with one palm, took the medicine bottle in his hand, and blew it gently, scattering the jade dust. It shines brilliantly in the moonlight and is worth a fortune at a glance, starting at least three hundred taels. The king of Zhennan in Dali is very rich.
Su Changqing turned around and left, suddenly remembered something and frowned. He remembered that he seemed to have heard someone say that about fifteen years ago, the Dali Kingdom paid a visit to the Shang Dynasty, and the person who came for diplomacy was the King of Zhennan. Dali loves Buddhism, and when the emperor abdicates, he will become a Buddhist monk. It stands to reason that every time you visit a big country, you will come to various temples to offer incense and worship Buddha. At that time, the Great Buddhist Temple was not in ruins. It was located outside Chang'an City and had excellent incense. "I guessed wrong. The Great Buddha Temple at that time should have a majestic appearance and a majestic hall, spotless..." No wonder King Zhennan didn’t even come back to look for such an important treasure after it fell. Because there were many monks in the Great Buddhist Temple at that time. Can he say that he lost the Yijin Pill of Shaolin Temple because he rode on the golden lotus of Buddha? Later, several years passed. Dali Kingdom was far away and the King of Zhennan never came back once. The woman who met the King of Zhennan in the temple was probably not simple, but I didn't know who she was. Su Changqing slapped his palms together and smashed the jade bottle in his hand instantly. The jade turned into powder and scattered all over the ground. Although this thing is priceless, it would be a disaster if it was kept. "I don't know how much this Yijin Pill can improve my cultivation and qualifications." Su Changqing sat on the ground and played with the Yijin Pill in his hand. Even after more than ten years, it is still golden in color and has a refreshing fragrance. Yijin Pill is made of natural treasures, musk, deer antlers, thousand-year-old wild ginseng, hundred-year-old Ganoderma lucidum, etc., and then gathered with the true qi of Shaolin Temple monks. Famous in the martial arts world. He narrowed his eyes and swallowed the Yijin Pill. The mouth was full of saliva, and infinite true energy was volatilized, causing the acupoints all over his body to surge. The side effects brought by the three ringing of the acupoints disappeared instantly. The second level of true energy! The third level of true energy! Su Changqing gathered his true energy in one go, condensed it, and surged in all directions. The Great Buddha Temple was shaking in the air wave! Countless bricks and tiles fell from above, and the whole hall was about to collapse. The fourth level of true energy! Su Changqing opened his eyes and condensed them slightly. He instantly grabbed the Frost and Snow Knife, pointed his toes, and jumped out of the hall like a sharp arrow.
The top beams and wooden pillars of the Great Buddha Temple broke layer by layer and collapsed with a loud bang, stirring up countless snowflakes, rocks and dust. ........................ ..................