Chapter Five Hundred and Thirty Middle-aged Monks and Little Taoists
Feng Yu looked at the dramatic changes in front of him and felt something indescribable. It felt like he was going to a play and then found out that he was a supporting role in the play. He was a little overwhelmed and was looking forward to the development of the plot later.
"I said, you three are in the same group?"
"right."
"no."
The little Taoist priest nodded and said yes, but the middle-aged monk and the little girl shook their heads and said no. The three people together gave two opposite answers, which made people a little puzzled.
The little girl sat up. Her body was covered with dust and dirt, and her face was not surprised. She even wiped it with her hands twice, thinking that it would be cleaner.
Everyone around seemed to know the ending. Only a few people who had been here for the first time like Feng Yu were still watching. After all, such puzzling scenes were not common.
Feng Yu felt a little helpless when he heard the three people's answers. He obviously knew each other, but he still insisted on doing this.
Looking at the nervous little Taoist priest, Feng Yu suddenly felt a little funny, "I said, Taoist priest, is this the reason why you are so eager to sell money?"
The little Taoist priest looked at Feng Yu with tears in his eyes, "I lost all my money a few days ago, but I don't have it now. Can I give it to you after I sell it? I like the little lotus leaf very much."
With this expression, Feng Yu suddenly didn't want to say anything more. He looked at the little girl who had stopped crying. The little girl's eyes had been fixed on the little Taoist priest. She had never looked at this little Taoist priest who was making a lot of noise just now.
The man to marry.
"Little sister, if you want to get married and he likes you, it's over for you two. Why do you have to do this?"
The girl named Xiao Heye lowered her head and said nothing, as if she was a little aggrieved. She just leaned towards the middle-aged monk.
But the little Taoist priest took the lead and explained: "No, I can't marry her yet. She and I haven't reached that fate yet. My master has calculated that I can't marry her until I spend a million taels for her."
Marry her."
Feng Yu's eyes widened, "There are still such fallacies in this world. Your master is also a talent."
"You are not allowed to speak of my master!"
"Okay, okay, don't tell me. Little brother, I really haven't noticed that you are really obedient. I think your master just doesn't want you to marry her, not the one million taels. Listen to me, as long as you are sincere.
, there is no obstacle that cannot be overcome. Okay, you can take your time and play, I'm leaving."
The little Taoist priest suddenly caught him and said, "No, I promised you this is what I owe you, and I must pay it back to you."
"Okay, I don't need you to pay me back. Also, do you know that it is unethical for you to do this? Don't do it again, otherwise sooner or later you will meet a boss who is not easy to talk to."
"Amitabha!"
The middle-aged monk came out, with sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, he looked at Feng Yu and said, "Donor, this is the fate of Xiao Lianzi. Since I don't want to see you again, I still have some money here, so I might as well get rid of this disaster first.
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Feng Yu looked at him and actually took out a money bag. He was really serious.
"It's really unnecessary. Just pretend it didn't happen. If you have time like this, you might as well go find his master and explain it to him face to face, so as not to keep having these things happen."
The moment Feng Yu passed by him, his hands suddenly gained some weight.
Looking back at this middle-aged monk, I was a little surprised, what a wonderful life!
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The monk also stared at Feng Yu closely, his eyes no longer as calm as before.
"Amitabha, this donor, may I ask if you are from Shaolin?"
"I'm not. Farewell."
In the blink of an eye, the monk appeared in front of them again, and many people were already used to it. Many people in front took the opportunity to touch the little girl, but were directly beaten to a disability by the monk. Some people stopped him.
Yes, but the outcome is the same.
This middle-aged monk looks kind and kind, but his attacks are very vicious, and he does not follow routines or rules. He will beat anyone who makes a move or talks to someone. People from the ghost market also came to take care of it, and Mrs. Meng brought three men with her.
The judge came in person, but just left, and nothing happened.
Since then, no one has interfered in the affairs of these three people, except for the newcomers who have just arrived.
"Why did the monk stop me?"
"Ask me again, are you a Shaolin disciple?"
"I'm not, please get out of the way."
Suddenly, a big hand came straight towards his chest. With quick eyes and quick hands, Feng Yu stepped back to avoid it. But the middle-aged monk refused to let go and continued to chase.
Feng Yu didn't compromise. Didn't this monk understand people's words? If you had to fight him, you forgot to read the almanac when you went out today. It wasn't appropriate.
The two of them started fighting on the street, and they didn't shy away from it. It was a real Shaolin Kung Fu fight.
However, after a few moves, the fists and kicks could no longer be seen clearly. The two of them made Daci Qianye Hands somewhat proficient. Feng Yu also had some knowledge of Shaolin Kung Fu, which he remembered a few ways, and he was not inferior when it came to playing.
However, this monk's practice was obviously more authentic, his attacks were ruthless, and his cultivation was very strong. Feng Yu didn't want to continue, so he got up and went to the roof to leave.
The monk didn't know why he went crazy, so he chased after him.
"What's wrong with this monk today? Why is he being beaten like this?"
"Yes, this young man obviously didn't do anything, yet he didn't even accept the money and let them go. What a good person."
"Oh, don't worry about it. Let's go about our business. Who knows if these three people have any brain problems? Let's take care of ourselves first."
When the little Taoist priest saw this, he also picked up the little girl on his back, and followed her with just one click. His Qinggong was very good, and he was on par with the two of them.
Seeing the commotion, some warriors followed him. Xu Mo and Xu Bai also knew how powerful this monk was, and were afraid that Feng Yu would not offend him, so they rushed over to help. There were also a few evil-minded guys among them who looked at each other, but there was no movement.
This was the person from Qisha who was specifically looking for information in the ghost market. Seeing that both of them were Shaolin Kung Fu, they didn't pay much attention.
A kick that followed him like a shadow. Feng Yu changed his hands one after another but was unable to block it. In desperation, he could only use his Vajra body to resist this kick.
"If you are not a Shaolin disciple, why do you know Shaolin's special skills? Who are you?"
"What about you? From Shaolin Temple? I've never seen you before?"
The two of them struggled together again, but they were just testing each other. If they really fought, Feng Yu knew that he was no match for the middle-aged monk, and he had deliberately held back.
Many people were watching and pointing.
The little girl's name was Xiao He Ye. She seemed to have remembered something and looked at Feng Yu, but she frowned again. She was too young, and it didn't look like how old he was at that time.
At this moment, deep in the Yin Mountain in the distance, a sound was like a thunderous sound, falling from the sky and rising from the sky.
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Going up and down is like a god descending into the world.
"If we continue to fight, it will be boring. Boy, if you answer his question, I can let you go."
Feng Yu knew that this was Ye Tian's warning to him. It seemed that this monk was really no small matter and he could not be his enemy.
After hearing this, both of them stopped their hands, and the warriors on the side were also in awe of the voice, and whispered something in a low voice.
"Donor, come with me."
Step by step, under the golden light, the monk got further and further away. It turned out that he had shrunk to an inch. Feng Yu admitted that he could not do this.
Following the direction, Feng Yu rose into the sky and chased after him. The little Taoist priest followed Feng Yu with Little Lotus Ye on his back, pointing out the direction from time to time.
The four of them stopped in a small thatched house on a mountain. The middle-aged monk was looking at him, neither happy nor sad.
"Have you met my father?"
"Your father? How do I know who your father is? Is he also a Shaolin disciple?"
"Amitabha, not really."
The monk shook his head slightly, and suddenly his true energy burst out, and a golden light enveloped the thatched house. People outside could not enter, and they had no idea what was going on inside, and no sound could be heard.
Xu Mo and Xu Bai fell on the tree. Looking at the golden bell in front of them, they did not force their way in, and they could not get in. Ye Tian had probably pointed out the monk's cultivation level, and he had probably already crossed the level of Taoism.
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"I am a monk, but I have not converted to Buddhism. No one has ever recognized my identity. You can call me a white-faced monk."
White-faced monk? He looks quite fair, but I have been to the Shaolin Temple myself. Is there anyone with this rank and title? Forgot?
Bai, suddenly, Feng Yu's eyes widened, as if he remembered something.
"Baizhu is your father?"
"Do you really know him? Did he pass on your Buddhist teachings to you?"
Feng Yu shook his head, "No, I haven't seen him either. When he met Buddha, I didn't know if I was born yet."
"No, I feel a trace of his breath from you."
"That's because I gained power from his relics. Later, my meridians were damaged by this power. The Shaolin monk rescued me and gave me the Yi Jin Jing, so I am now. I didn't expect that this person would have descendants.
living."
"Amitabha, it is easy for a person who is dissolute and extravagant to leave heirs. These two are my daughter Xiaoheye and the little Taoist priest Xiaolianzi."
"So what do you want from me? Do you want to take away this power?"
"No, your power looks like Buddhism, but it is not Buddhism. You should find another way and understand it on your own. This is very similar to me, so I wanted to give you a try. Meetings in the world are all caused by fate. I didn't expect your internal strength.
His cultivation is so great, his Qinggong is also the best."
"That's ridiculous. I'm very curious, why are you here? Your father is dead and you don't want revenge?"
"When is the time to retaliate? Moreover, the world is so big, and I want to take revenge is as difficult as ascending to heaven. My uncle has become a demon. My father failed my mother and me back then. Now I just want to take care of my daughter."
Feng Yule smiled, "Let her roll around on the ground to pay for it? Is this called taking care of her?"
"Amitabha, this is the fate that the two of them have to go through. I am just a passerby. It is my responsibility to protect her from being bullied. It is their own business to marry her."