Chapter 175: Confrontation between Magic and Buddhism
Wang Chen gently moved his shoulders, dodged the middle-aged monk's claws, took two steps back and explained again: "Master, misunderstanding, everything is a misunderstanding, I was wrong, the wrong day lily is cold."
Oh, I made the mistake of taking a poop and forgot to bring the paper with me. I really didn’t mean to do it just now.”
The middle-aged monk sneered twice and said: "Humph! Keep quibbling! I didn't expect that you, a little thief, was actually a practicing master. But you were a little worse for me than you did, and you didn't take the initiative to follow me to see the abbot.
, this will save you a painful meal, otherwise..."
Wang Chen said with a look of displeasure: "Damn it! How can you, a monk, be so unreasonable? I just ate two of your steamed buns, and I'm not going to repay the pain of my skin and flesh. Do you have the guts to bite me?"
"Little thief! You are looking for death!"
The middle-aged monk shouted softly. This guy had no sense of morality at all. He just took action as he was told and hit Wang Chen with his fist.
Wang Chen snorted coldly, and the black and yellow energy was instantly transformed into internal energy, and the speed suddenly increased to the extreme. He turned sideways to dodge the fist, and took the opportunity to move forward and punch the middle-aged monk in the eye. Unexpectedly, this man
The middle-aged monk advanced instead of retreating and punched Wang Chen with the same punch.
Damn it!
Wang Chen cursed secretly. He saw that this middle-aged monk had rough skin and thick flesh. His thin skin and tender flesh must not have been beaten as much as the other's. So after measuring the gap between them, Wang Chen had no intention of confronting him head-on.
Instead, he chose to retreat hurriedly.
The most important thing in a battle is momentum. After a burst of momentum, it will be exhausted again and again. Wang Chen's momentum dropped as soon as he retreated. This time, it was the middle-aged monk's turn to attack. The middle-aged monk's attack range was quite large.
Big, it belongs to the kind of grand opening and closing, Wang Chen was suddenly forced into danger.
"Master, we are all scholars. Is there any misunderstanding between us?" Wang Chen explained with a dry smile while dodging. Wang Chen felt that this fight was too frustrating.
Well, because of the fight over a steamed bun, wouldn’t it be laughed at if this spread to the world?
The middle-aged monk said: "Misunderstanding? Let me win first and then talk about it!"
"Okay! This is what you said!"
Wang Chen gritted his teeth, and like a loach, he rubbed under the middle-aged monk's fist. He took the opportunity to throw a backhand hook, but unfortunately he didn't hook the opponent. Instead, the middle-aged monk grabbed his wrist.
"Hmph! How can I hold my wrist casually?"
Wang Chen sneered, retracted his fist, and kicked the opponent in the crotch.
The middle-aged monk cursed secretly, and hurriedly let go of Wang Chen's wrist and took two steps back. Even though he beat the middle-aged monk to death, he didn't expect that Wang Chen's move was just a feint, and the real follow-up move was yet to come! I saw Wang Chen
Chen exerted force with his left foot and kicked the middle-aged monk's chin with his right foot.
"Good boy, you are really cheating!"
The middle-aged monk pressed down his hands to block Wang Chen's kick. A sincere smile appeared on the middle-aged monk's face, but before he could let go of the smile just now, he saw Wang Chen again
Moved. Wang Chen's kick just now was actually a false move! It turns out that all Wang Chen's attacks were preparations for the last move!
The middle-aged monk's smile suddenly froze in mid-air.
Wang Chen moved, as motionless as a mountain, and as moving as thunder!
With the help of the middle-aged monk's arms, Wang Chen bent his back and fiercely grabbed the middle-aged monk's crotch. This was just the beginning. Wang Chen's attack was far from as simple as a monkey stealing a peach.
, I saw him reaching for the peach with one hand, passing through the peach with the other hand, turning his fist into a claw, and pushing against the pink chrysanthemum on the middle-aged monk's butt!
With such a powerful move, any counterattack is useless, and any counterattack is a paper tiger!
Just hearing a scream, Wang Chen's claws penetrated the middle-aged monk's anus deeply, and his hand held the middle-aged monk's peach and sneered: "Now do you accept it?"
The middle-aged monk roared: "Boy, you..."
Wang Chen pressed his fingers lightly, raised his head again and asked, "Are you convinced now?"
"I'm not convinced! Boy, don't think you can defeat me, monk, by using these crooked ways. I haven't seen anything like this, monk! If you have the ability, crush me!" the middle-aged monk said sternly.
"Okay! That's as you wish!"
Wang Chen sneered twice, and gradually used his fingers harder. The middle-aged monk's face turned from yellow to red, and finally from red to white. Cold sweat dripped down his forehead, and he watched Wang Chen's fingers become stronger and stronger.
The two of them were in a stalemate like this. They persisted for a full minute. Just when Wang Chen was hesitant about whether to let go of his own initiative, the middle-aged monk couldn't bear it any longer.
The middle-aged monk said with a trembling voice: "I'm convinced...I'm convinced!"
"call!"
Wang Chen took a long breath, let go of the middle-aged monk's peach, took two steps back and clasped his fists slightly: "I'm sorry, master, it was a misunderstanding just now. I just wanted to find two steamed buns to eat because I was hungry, and there was no other intention.
Even after the beating, Master’s anger should have subsided, so I’ll take my leave now, and I hope Master won’t be blamed!”
"etc!"
Just as Wang Chen turned around, he heard the middle-aged monk's voice rang out again.
Wang Chen's brows furrowed tightly. He didn't expect that this middle-aged monk would be so ungrateful. Wang Chen's heart was slightly cruel. If the other party really wanted to make further progress, then he wouldn't mind leaving him some eternal love.
commemorate.
The middle-aged monk did not take action but asked slowly: "Are you a magician?"
Wang Chen's brows trembled slightly and asked, "How did you know?"
The middle-aged monk shook his head and said: "Monk, although I am not good at fighting, I still have good vision. I think what you just used was not the inner strength of the ancient martial arts but the infuriating energy of the magician. Although I don't know why your strength is not so good."
Although you are very strong, you can use your true energy to fight against the enemy, but I am sure that you are a magician!"
Wang Chen said in a low voice: "I wonder if Master has any advice?"
The middle-aged monk chuckled and said: "Haha, I can't talk about giving advice. Monk, I don't practice fighting Buddha but Buddhism. I don't have any other problems with me, Monk. I just have a bad temper and am a bit jealous. Monk.
It has been three years since I started fighting with the magicians in your martial arts world. Boy, if you have time, how about we compare notes?"
Wang Chen was stunned and said: "Sparring?"
The middle-aged monk asked: "Are you not interested in the Dharma of our Berlin Temple?"
Wang Chen has always wanted to do something with these monks from the Berlin Temple, but he has never had the opportunity. Now that he has the opportunity, how can he miss it? Wang Chen hurriedly said with joy: "I wish you all the best! I hope the master can teach you!"
"Okay! Today we won't spell the magic weapon, but spell magic and Buddhist dharma. Let's see how we move!"
The middle-aged monk's eyes suddenly stared, and he was not angry. He roared, and the sound turned into substantial golden ripples and attacked Wang Chen. Wang Chen's face became serious.
With his hands dancing, he condensed a golden mysterious character in mid-air and struck it towards the middle-aged monk.
The runes and talismans collided, making a thin muffled sound, and then disappeared in mid-air.
"Good boy, you really have a trick up your sleeve!"
The middle-aged monk gave a soft drink and muttered sutras in his mouth. The sutras gathered around him like tadpoles, gradually forming a golden sutra wall on his back.