Although he was surprised by Jiang Liu's achievements in Arhat Fist, Jiang Liu learned martial arts secretly after all, and Old Faming presided over the small punishment and commandment, saying that in the next few days, all the work of irrigation in the farmland would be handed over to him.

Jiang Liu had no objection to this punishment. He knew very well that Jinshan Temple was just a small temple with few people, so there were not so many rules. If it were other temples with high incense, the punishment would definitely not be so easy.

As for the revenge of the bandits, naturally, after a brief discussion with Xuan Kong, Mr. Faming discussed it briefly and said that in the next days, he would be careful of the revenge of the bandits.

As for Mr. Zhang at the foot of the mountain, he was just an ordinary person. After dealing with these bandits, he went down the mountain to ask for an explanation.

The things that should be reminded have been reminded, and nothing happened, so Jiang Liu said goodbye.

However, Jiang Liu, who had walked out of the old host's Zen room, was pulled by Senior Brother Xuankong before he could take a few steps.

"Liu'er, tell your senior brother honestly, have you really never practiced Arhat Fist before?" He grabbed Jiang Liu and Xuankong stared at him seriously and asked.

Without an answer, Jiang Liu just looked at him, without saying a word, responding silently.

"Oh, okay, go and do it," stared at Jiang Liu for a long time, Xuan Kong waved his hand and said with a sigh.

Xuankong also knew that his problem was nonsense. Over the years, Jiang Liu grew up in temples since he was a child. Can he not know whether he had secretly learned his Arhat Fist?

What's more, when he secretly taught him Arhat Fist that night, he could see that he had no foundation in martial arts practice at all.

However, he has been practicing Arhat Fist for ten years, but his achievements in these ten years are not as good as Jiang Liu's short few days of practice. This fact is hard for him to accept.

"Thank you for your kindness in the teachings of Senior Brother Xuankong." Jiang Liu put his hands together, bent down and bowed to Xuankong and said.

Perhaps this Arhat Fist is nothing to me in the future, but for the moment, this skill still has a considerable effect on me.

Of course, what is even more heavy is Senior Brother Xuankong's care for him.

"Well, no matter what, Liu'er, you have such a martial arts talent. This is a great joy. I'm not afraid that you will be bullied in the future." Seeing Jiang Liu seriously bent down and thanked him, Senior Brother Xuankong felt much better. After helping Jiang Liu with both hands, he turned around and left.

Seeing Senior Brother Xuankong leave, he still looked a little lost. Jiang Liu could roughly understand his thoughts.

I turned around and returned to the kitchen and cooked the meal easily.

Normally, Senior Brother Xuankong didn't say much, so Xuan Wu and Xuan Ming at the dinner table didn't notice anything wrong with him.

After dinner, they each left. After Jiang Liu cleaned up the bowls and chopsticks, he also returned to his own Zen room.

He took out a rag, sat quietly on his wooden bed, and wiped the slightly worn ebony stick in his hand, looking meticulous.

Jiang Liu was in a complicated mood about going to Mr. Zhang’s house to seek revenge at night, and was anxious.

If he can, he, who grew up in a modern rule of law society, was not willing to use force to solve the problem.

However, when traveling through this wilderness in ancient times, villagers in a village can collude with bandits and seek money for the sake of profit. If they are weak, they will only be bullied in the future.

I endure the situation is calm for a while, but this situation is a minority after all.

And more cases are: endurance is to gain momentum!

After all, Buddhism, which has always advocated charity and kindness, also has times when it is angry with Vajra, right?

There was no sleepiness at all. After guessing that the time was almost over, Jiang Liu put on the red sandalwood Buddhist beads on his neck again, held the ebony stick tightly, quietly pushed open the door of the Zen room, and went down the mountain.

The hill where Jinshan Temple is located is just a small hill. Then a faint moonlight came to the foot of the mountain in about half an hour.

Under the moonlight, you can see a beautiful figure, which is already waiting, it is Gao Yang.

...

At the foot of the mountain, Jinshan Village.

A small courtyard is where Zhang Yuanwai is located. In the entire Jinshan Village, perhaps only Zhang Yuanwai's home can have such a house with a yard.

The gate of the courtyard faces south, and there are houses and guest rooms on both sides of the east and west. They are used to host guests and maids. The main house facing north and south is where Zhang Yuanwai's family lives.

However, today, an uninvited guest came to Zhang Yuanwai's house, a young novice monk. He looked about fifteen or sixteen years old, wearing a crescent-white monk's robe, holding a demon-subduing pestle in his hand, and came to Zhang Yuanwai's house with a calm expression and knocked on the gate of the courtyard.

"Who? I don't sleep in the middle of the night..." The silent wilderness, with the knock on the door, a male voice came to mind in the yard. In a moment, the gate of the yard was opened and a servant poked his head out.

"The donor, the little monk is a monk from Daming Temple. In order to go to the Great Buddha Temple to give incense, I hope to stay for one night." The young monk put his hands together and spoke humbly and politely.

"Little monk, wait first, I'll report to the master of the family." Seeing that the monk seemed to be well dressed, the servant nodded and shrank his head back.

Soon, the gate of the courtyard was opened again, and Mr. Zhang, who was dressed casually, walked out.

After looking up and down, he shook his head and said, "Little monk, it's not that I don't want you to stay in, but my family has female relatives. It's really inconvenient. You'd better go to another place to take a look. By the way, there is a Jinshan Temple on the mountain, you..."

However, before Zhang Yuanwai's words were finished, the young monk picked up a small stone from the corner of the wall next to him.

With a slight force of fingers, the small stone immediately turned into several pieces and rolled down: "Donor, I hope to make it easier, and I will be blessed in the future."

"Nee...", looking at the little monk's fingers, Mr. Zhang took a breath and immediately changed his words: "Master, please come in quickly, I will have someone to clean up a guest room for you."

"Then I'll bother you." He would throw it away at any time. The young monk still looked quiet and humble and polite. He stepped into it at the invitation of Mr. Zhang.

...

It's already deep at night.

Jiang Liu and Gao Yang walked together and entered Jinshan Village. Although Jiang Liu came through and did not go down the mountain, he also knew that Zhang Yuanwai's family was the richest family in Jinshan Village.

Jinshan Village, which has only 180 families, was searched for a little bit and found the best house. I think it was Mr. Zhang's house.

It was originally here to find fault, so there was no reason to knock in the door. Gao Yang jumped, and jumped into the yard with a brisk figure, and then quietly opened the yard gate. The two of them sneaked into it without quietly.

Although there was a big dog in the yard, it was awakened by the movements of the two, but before the big dog could bark, a cold light flashed.

Gao Yang's flying knife accurately penetrated the big dog's mouth and nailed it to death.

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