The black afterimage surrounded Wang Zhi layer by layer like a cocoon, wrapping it up, and white mist kept rising.

The old monk Kuzhi and the young monk Huakai were watching quietly. About the time it took for a stick of incense to burn, Huakai raised his head and asked softly: "Master, why don't Master Xu stop? Donor Wang's Yin and Yang Qiao pulse and...

The Yin and Yang Veins should have been opened, right?"

Kuzhi lowered his head and said, "Because he doesn't trust Master and is afraid that Master and I will do something secretly."

"Then he doesn't believe Master?"

Kuzhi shook his head: "Maybe it's not that I don't believe it, but I just don't want to take any risks. You don't understand yet, but you will understand in the future."

"Oh." Huakai nodded in understanding, looked around, and noticed Yue Jinquan collapsed on the ground in the corner, so he walked over: "Little monk Huakai, this donor, why are you lying here?

Move?"

At this time, Yue Jinquan's acupuncture points had actually been opened by his own power, but he pretended that the acupuncture points were not solved just to see the outcome here. This is very important. Apart from helping him in his martial arts journey, Xu Bao and Wang Zhi

They are the factory supervisors of the East and West Second Factory. A few words between them will affect their future decisions.

Of course, he couldn't leave the situation just now even if he wanted to. Even if he ran out while Xu Bao and Wang Zhi were fighting, the people outside would definitely not let him go.

But now...

"My friend, Yue Jinquan, is the leader of the Huashan Sect. He has suffered some internal injuries, so he will stay here for a while." Yue Jinquan straightened his body, then stood up with Huakai's support and walked to Ku Zhi: "Master

.”

Before Yue Jinquan could say more, Ku Zhi said first: "Master Yue is doing what he wants, and the poor monk dare not stop him."

Yue Jinquan bowed deeply and said, "Master's words are serious. Yue is deeply grateful to Master for rescuing me. I don't know where Master Lanke Temple is located. Yue should come and pay his respects in person when he has free time in the future."

Yue Jinquan's question does not mean that he wants to covet Kuzhi, but with such a mysterious force and Kuzhi being such a master, it is not a bad thing to make friends with him.

Ku Zhi looked at Yue Jinquan and shook his head: "Donor Yue, it is inconvenient for a poor monk to tell you where Lanke Temple is located. If Donor Yue has a connection with Buddhism, he will know about it in the future."

Yue Jinquan hesitated for a moment: "In that case, Yue will not ask any more questions. But Master, what Yue heard from the master just now seems that, master, you have practiced the Yi Jin Jing and the Marrow Cleansing Sutra of Shaolin Temple. I wonder if that is true."

Yue misunderstood. Yue didn’t mean anything else. It’s just that the Marrow Cleansing Sutra in Shaolin Temple has been lost, and only half of the Yi Jin Jing remains, so I want to give the master a reminder. If the master really practiced Yi Jin Jing,

Second Sutra, it is better not to talk to outsiders easily, otherwise it will inevitably lead to trouble."

"Thank you, Donor Yue, for reminding me. The poor monk is aware of it. Regarding these two sutras, the poor monk will go to Shaolin and give an explanation." Ku Zhi bowed slightly to thank him, and then said: "Donor Yue, please have another cup of tea.

It's about to end on the donor's side, and if donor Yue doesn't leave for a while, I'm afraid the old monk may not have the time to protect you."

Yue Jinquan smiled and replied: "Thank you, Master. Then Yue will go ahead." After saying this, he turned and walked away. When he passed the body of his junior disciple Wen Qingshan on the ground, he sighed and bent down to carry him on his shoulders. As for the disciple Sun

Yu, for some unknown reason, ignored him, as if he had completely forgotten his existence.

After Yue Jinquan left, just as Ku Zhi said, Xu Bao stopped in the space of a cup of tea. Next to him, Wang Zhi's eyes were closed tightly, with an abnormal green-red color on her face.

This is just a sequelae of the initial opening of the eight extraordinary meridians. It will get better in a few days and does not require any further attention.

Xu Bao raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead and looked at Ku Zhi: "I'll wait for you, Master."

"Don't dare." Kuzhi shook his head: "Donor, can you take a break?"

"It's the best." Xu Bao shook his head. From the corner of his eye, he noticed that Yue Jinquan had left with Wen Qingshan's body in the corner. He didn't say anything more. He had no intention of killing him, so he just left.

.

"Master." Xu Bao seized the time to restore his internal strength and asked curiously: "Master, aren't you tired from holding your right hand up all the time?"

When suffering wisdom comes, my right hand keeps holding Buddhist principles in front of my chest and never puts it down. Occasionally, I use my free left hand to complete some actions. Is this piety or some weird quirk? I have never heard of such etiquette or etiquette in Buddhism.

The way of practice.

Kuzhi replied: "The poor monk is observing the precepts and reflecting on himself. The donor does not need to care."

"Reflect on yourself? What mistakes has the master made?"

"Yes." Kuzhi nodded and admitted, but it seemed that he had no intention of saying more.

Xu Bao reminded again: "Master, we will definitely have to learn some moves soon. If you keep holding your right hand like this, you may not be my opponent."

This reminder is not a kind one, I just want to ask clearly what kind of trump card this old monk has in his right hand.

Regarding what Xu Bao said, Ku Zhi just smiled slightly: "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, the poor monk doesn't need to use his right hand to fight with Benefactor Xu."

What an arrogant old monk!

Xu Bao raised his eyebrows: "Then you want to defeat me with one hand?"

"One hand? No, no, no, the benefactor misunderstood. You don't need to use these hands to fight the poor monk with the benefactor."

"Ha, interesting and interesting." Xu Bao laughed completely angrily. In terms of martial arts, Xu Bao did not dare to claim to be the best in the world, but if anyone dared to say that his hands could still agree with him, he must be a madman.

"Okay, then let me see how powerful the master is!" Xu Bao's eyes were sharp, and he used his strength to crush countless green bricks. In just a moment, the person was behind Ku Zhi, and he reached out with a palm.

The lightning and thunder struck directly at Ku Zhi's back and vitals, and his other hand was not idle. He flicked his fingers and silently shot three silver needles towards Ku Zhi's waist and kidneys.

"Hit!" Ku Zhi didn't dodge like a stone or wood sculpture. Xu Bao was happy at first, but then he was shocked. His palm actually completely passed through Ku Zhi's body and he had no strength to respond.

Afterimage?

When did he hide?

There were two crisp sounds, and the silver needle sank into the green brick floor.

What's even weirder is that the afterimage of Kuzhi in front of him still hasn't dissipated...

How can this be?

The voice of Ku Zhi came to my ears again: "Amitabha, is the donor convinced yet?"

Xu Bao slowly turned around, and at some point another Ku Zhi appeared behind him. He was also dressed in simple monk robes, with his right hand raised and an annoying compassionate smile on his face.

"The master is really good at magic tricks. Could it be that he is from the White Lotus Sect?"

"The poor monk was born in Lanke Temple. This is not a trick, but the method of enlightenment in my Buddhist dream, Amitabha." The old monk said this. As soon as he finished speaking, countless bitter wisdom appeared in the main hall of the ruined temple.
Chapter completed!