He went up the mountain, went into the woods, found a bald man, tapped his vital spot, took off his clothes, and put them on himself.
He touched the top of his head with his left palm, his short hair fell down, his bald head flashed, and his temperament changed, becoming fierce and tough, looking like a bald bandit.
He came out of the woods and headed to Crouching Tiger Temple.
Halfway through, I suddenly came face to face with a person, followed by several big men.
The two sides were empty and there was no place to hide. Li Muchan gritted his teeth and kept walking, meeting this group of people and complaining secretly.
The person in charge was about twenty years old, wearing a gray shirt, with a face like a crown of jade, fine eyebrows, red lips and white teeth. He was an elegant and handsome young man with a graceful manner.
Li Muchan recognized him. He was the one who led him into Crouching Tiger Temple in the first place. This man was very deep in the city. He hid a knife in his smile and killed people invisible.
When he came closer, he bowed and saluted, covering his face, leaving only his bald head exposed.
The handsome young man with young jaw floated past without stopping, and Li Muchan breathed a sigh of relief.
Just after taking two steps, a shout suddenly came from behind: "Brother, stay!"
Li Muchan froze, sighed secretly, turned around slowly, and smiled.
"It's you?!" The handsome young man was startled and pointed at Li Muchan in surprise.
"It's me." Li Muchan smiled and nodded, tithing: "Is the donor okay?"
"Please come with me!" The handsome young man looked around, waved, turned around, and walked straight to Crouching Tiger Temple.
Li Muchan smiled and was curious whether he was trying to play a trick or if he really had something to do, so he followed him and the two of them arrived in front of the Crouching Tiger Temple.
"You are outside." The handsome young man stopped at the entrance of the hospital and waved his hand.
All the big men stopped and remained silent, not squinting or looking at Li Muchan.
After entering the gate, the Crouching Tiger Temple is still the same, with sandalwood lingering, tingling the heart and mind. The surroundings are extremely quiet, and the screams from the bottom of the mountain are faint and vague.
The two of them were standing in the courtyard. He turned around and asked, "I wonder what the master's name is?"
Li Muchan touched the pagoda at the foot of the steps and said with a smile: "The name of the Dharma is just a foreign minister, so why should I care about it? Brother, why did you ask me to come here?"
The handsome young man smiled bitterly and asked no more questions.
After pondering for a moment, he raised his head and stared at Li Muchan: "You killed the boss, right?"
Li Muchan nodded: "Yes, I got it by luck!"
"Good kill!" the handsome young man roared, clenching his fists and his face turned red.
He took a deep breath, calmed down, his eyes shone, and said excitedly: "It's normal for the boss to not come back for a few days, so everyone is not worried...but this time, I always feel that the boss is dead."
"Do you have a grudge against him?" Li Muchan smiled.
"The revenge for killing my father is irreconcilable!" The handsome young man gritted his teeth and said slowly.
Li Muchan said calmly: "The bald bandit killed people and wiped out the whole family. It's an ordinary thing, so I won't miss your family."
He believed in his brothers and family with all his heart, but it was not easy to trust others. He had a thorough understanding of the world, a clear understanding of people's hearts, and a deep understanding of the dangers of human nature.
"I have never gone down the mountain to kill someone!" the handsome young man said loudly.
Li Muchan smiled, turned around and said, "I came back to Crouching Tiger Mountain to find the master's martial arts secrets, do you know?"
"Martial arts secrets?" The handsome young man frowned, thought for a while, and shook his head: "I have never seen it before."
"Why was he expelled from Landa Temple?" Li Muchan changed the subject.
The handsome young man said: "He is too strong-willed, and he killed a fellow disciple for a trivial matter."
"What a pity..." Li Muchan shook his head and turned around and said, "I'll go in and search. You can come with me."
The handsome young man readily agreed: "Okay!"
The two of them entered the Crouching Tiger Temple and rummaged around.
The main hall is a Buddha statue with a sinister look, a futon in front of the incense burner, and nothing else. There is nothing to look for, it is clear at a glance.
He took apart the futon and found nothing strange, so he entered the back bedroom.
The bedroom is also very simple, with one couch and one desk.
There was only a futon on the couch and no bedding. He removed the futon and found nothing.
There were several books on the desk and a dark Buddha statue in a strange posture, which looked similar to the Buddha statue outside.
He flipped through the books on the Xuan desk and found several Buddhist scriptures, which he simply put in his arms.
Looking around, he shook his head and sighed, feeling disappointed.
The handsome young man hurriedly said: "The boss sits practicing all day long and does nothing else. He only wants to go back to Landa Temple and overthrow Landa Temple... He usually goes down the mountain occasionally to kill people, saying he wants to relax."
Li Muchan nodded and looked at the surrounding furnishings. He knew that the leader was a man of few desires and devoted himself to practicing martial arts. Unfortunately, such a person did not follow the right path.
His eyes wandered and finally fell on the handsome young man.
The handsome young man smiled bitterly, shook his head and sighed: "I have never seen any secrets, and I have never kept them privately! ... But I'm afraid you don't believe it, right?"
Li Muchan smiled and said warmly: "I don't know your name yet."
"Wen Zhengliang!" the handsome young man said with a wry smile.
Li Muchan nodded, turned around and said, "Since there is no such thing, forget it!"
Although he desperately longed for the Vajra Finger, he didn't get it and was just lost. He quickly put it aside. Destiny comes and goes, and everything in the world happens by chance. You can't force it.
Besides, he has keen intuition. He just checked and knew that Wen Zhengliang was not lying.
He also thought about returning empty-handed. The Vajra Finger is a secret skill of Landa Temple. How can he leave the temple at will with its secret? Most of the masters have no secret.
But as long as there is a glimmer of hope, I have to give it a try, but now I really don’t have any, so I have to give it a try.
Before leaving, Li Muchan took the black Buddha on the table. This Buddha statue was fierce and unusual. He always felt that there was something strange, but he couldn't see it.
Li Muchan believed in his intuition, so he took it away, which was better than nothing. He secretly laughed at himself, this is called a thief who never gets away with it!
The two of them left the temple, and a dozen bald men stood motionless in silence, turning a deaf ear to the screams coming from down the mountain.
Li Muchan said: "Mr. Wen, what are your plans?"
Wen Zhengliang shook his head and looked at the sunset, looking confused.
He stayed in Crouching Tiger Mountain to avenge his father's murder. Now that his revenge had been avenged, he felt empty and at a loss as to what to do.
Li Muchan said warmly: "Go down the mountain. After you go down, start again."
"I..." Wen Zhengliang hesitated.
Suddenly leaving a familiar environment and starting over, although he was wise and perseverant, he could not help but feel fearful and hesitant.
Li Muchan solemnly said: "The big boss is dead, and the bald bandits will be destroyed sooner or later. If we don't leave now, death is not far away."
"...Okay, let's go down the mountain!" Wen Zhengliang nodded vigorously.
The two of them were about to walk down when a loud roar suddenly came from them.
The whistling sound was like rolling spring thunder, rumbling, slow and dull. Everyone's ears were numb, their blood and energy surged around their bodies, and they could no longer do anything.
When the whistle started, the person was still far away. When the whistle stopped, the person was already at the foot of the mountain. This person had extremely good Qinggong.
Li Muchan frowned. This person's skills were far inferior to his own.
He turned to look at Wen Zhengliang, who shook his head in confusion.
The two came to the entrance of the stairs on the mountain, but saw more than twenty people entangled below. The rest of the people were either lying on the bluestone steps or had disappeared. The stone walls on both sides of the steps were stained with blood everywhere, which was extremely tragic.
At this time, a wisp of red smoke floated up the mountain steps. In the blink of an eye, it reached the mountainside and reached the place where the two groups of people were fighting. It suddenly stopped and revealed its true body.
But he was a young monk in maroon robes, about eighteen or nineteen years old, with slanted eyebrows, a straight nose, slightly swollen eyes, and an air of formidable power.
He tithes: "Amitabha!"
Everyone was shocked. These four words contained huge internal power, like thunder. Everyone's blood and energy shook, their faces turned pale, and they stared at him blankly.
"Who is the master?" Li Jixian's hair was disheveled and his eyes were bloodshot.
"Master doesn't dare to take it, and the young monk feels it." The young monk said with a blank expression, his eyes drooped, "God has the virtue of good life, please don't commit any more sins of killing!"
"Master Xinjue, how can we not avenge the murder of our son?" Li Jixian sighed, and then sneered: "Unless they hand over the people from Mei Mansion!"
"You guy, it's inexplicable, where did you come from the Mei Mansion? There is no one named Mei in Crouching Tiger Mountain!" The strong man slapped his long stick and shouted in a rough voice.
Li Jixian sneered: "If you want me to believe it, go up the mountain and search!"
"Fuck your mother's bitch!" the stout man yelled, and in anger, he shook his long stick and said, "Come on, let's fight San Lily again!"
"Amitabha——!" Monk Xinjue pronounced the Buddha's name again, which shocked everyone's blood and made it difficult to speak.
His gaze was like a blade, and he slowly swept across the crowd, fell on the second master, and said slowly: "I heard that there is a Crouching Tiger Temple on your mountain, and there is a monk in the temple. Is that true?"
The second master's heart tightened, and he felt that the monk's eyes were calm and strangely calm, as if there was no trace of human emotion, and he couldn't help but feel chilled.
He took a breath, calmed down, and said: "Master, are you looking for our master?"
"The master?" Monk Xinjue pondered and nodded: "Can you, the master, use the Vajra Finger?"
"Our first master knows Vajra Finger!" The second master nodded, hesitated, and asked, "Master, is he from Landa Temple?"
Monk Xinjue nodded, showed a smile, and said slowly: "Senior Brother Xinwu is indeed here!"
"Master, the first master has not returned for a long time, I'm afraid..." the second master said hurriedly.
Monk Xinjue raised his eyebrows: "What are you afraid of?"
"I'm afraid... something unexpected has happened!" The second master swallowed hard.
Monk Xinjue stared at him, his eyes fixed and his face expressionless.
The second master felt chills all over and said hurriedly: "The first master went after a young master and never came back... Even if I am brave enough, I would not dare to deceive the master!"
"...Go up the mountain!" Monk Xinjue said calmly, turning into a wisp of smoke and reaching the mountain in the blink of an eye.
When he disappeared, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, as if a big stone had been lifted from their hearts.