A young man stood aside the crowd and walked towards the monk with murderous intent on his face. Seeing the young man's gaze, everyone had goosebumps all over their bodies.
"Husband!" Wang Jiao said in surprise when she saw the person in front of her.
Boundless anger filled Chen Jinyuan's chest. The extreme anger made the muscles on Chen Jinyuan's face tremble.
When the monk met Chen Jinyuan's cannibalistic gaze, he felt timid in his heart. He couldn't help but loosen his grip on Wang Jiao's wrist. Wang Jiao took advantage of the situation and used her strength to break away, and quickly ran to Chen Jinyuan's side.
He kept rubbing his bruised wrist.
Chen Jinyuan brushed Wang Jiao behind him, with a pair of tiger eyes that did not hide his murderous intent, and walked towards the wretched monk step by step. The monk seemed to be stared at by a wild beast, and couldn't help but take a few steps back, but then he thought
I thought, this is the Shaolin Temple, my own territory, are you still afraid of this kid, in public, in broad daylight, do you think this kid dares to beat me?
After thinking about it, he frowned, with a hint of ferocity on his face. He raised his finger and pointed at Chen Jinyuan's nose and said: "Boy, you'd better leave this matter alone, otherwise you'll be left with nothing to eat!" His tone was arrogant, completely lacking what a monk should have.
Look.
There was a cold light in Chen Jinyuan's eyes, and he stretched out his right hand, grabbed the hand pointed at by the wretched monk, and rubbed it without any nonsense.
Click...squeak...squeak
The horrifying sound of bones breaking gave everyone goosebumps.
"Ah..." A shrill scream came from the mouth of the wretched monk, and his facial features changed.
Chen Jinyuan's eyes were cold and showed no mercy. The strength in his hands suddenly increased. With a force of more than a thousand kilograms, the bones of the wretched monk's hands were crushed into powder.
The right hand bone was broken, followed by the left hand bone, left leg bone, and right leg bone.
The people who were watching just now had already shouted "Kill!" and ran away.
In the Heavenly King's Hall, there were only the wretched monk lying on the ground like a puddle of mud, moaning feebly, Chen Jinyuan, who was still tortured on the wretched monk, and Wang Jiao, who covered her eyes and did not dare to look.
"stop!"
Ten or twenty warrior monks in shit-yellow robes, holding eyebrow-length sticks in their hands, rushed into the hall and surrounded Chen Jinyuan.
The leader, a bald monk, was fat and looked older than the wretched monks on the ground. He was looking at Chen Jinyuan with an extremely angry face. The shout just now came from his mouth.
Chen Jinyuan didn't even raise his head. This group of people had no internal strength at all. In his eyes, they were just a group of ants. He really had nothing to say to the ants.
Chen Jinyuan stretched out his right foot, probed the wretched monk's crotch, and gave it a gentle squeeze.
Snap, snap.
The sound of the egg breaking was like stepping on two bubbles.
The wretched monk, who was unable to scream anymore, once again let out a scream that filled the sky and fainted.
He fainted just like that. He hadn't had enough fun yet. A trace of disappointment flashed across Chen Jinyuan's face, but he didn't intend to kill him. It was the greatest pain to let him live like this. If he dared to take advantage of his own woman, he simply didn't know how to live or die.
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When the monks saw the miserable condition of the wretched monk, they couldn't help but pinch their legs, feeling a kind of pain in their balls.
Chen Jinyuan then raised his head and looked around. Wherever his eyes passed, all the monks looked timid.
This man is so cruel!
The bald leader swallowed his saliva, performed a Buddha salute with one hand, and said: "Amitabha, sin, sin, I don't know where Junior Brother Wu Neng offended the little benefactor, the little benefactor acted so viciously!"
Wu Neng? It turns out that this monk is named Wu Neng. No wonder he is so wretched!
Wang Jiao had never seen such a formation before. She was just surrounded by a group of Shaolin monks. She suddenly panicked. At this time, she heard the bald man ask and wanted to explain. Unexpectedly, she was stopped by Chen Jinyuan. She was still angry!
I had long heard that some monks did not do their job properly and only cheated and cheated all day long. I originally thought that such a thing would only happen in some small nunneries and temples, but I did not expect that such a thing could also happen in the Shaolin Temple, which is known as the most famous temple in the world.
Chen Jinyuan sneered and did not answer the bald man's words, but mocked: "Haha, Wuneng, could it be that your name is Wukong?"
A flash of anger flashed in the bald man's eyes when he heard the words, but he quickly suppressed it and declared the Buddha's name: "Little monk, enlightenment!"
Although the anger passed away in a flash, Chen Jinyuan's eyes were bright and he could see that this monk also had a hot temper.
Then he mocked: "Comprehension? Isn't Master a monk? Why do you still need to understand sex? What is so easy to understand about sex? Master, you might as well try downloading a few Japanese love action movies and watch them. I guarantee that you will be able to understand them soon.
Enlightenment!"
Wang Jiao pursed her lips and smiled when she heard this, and rolled her eyes at Chen Jinyuan.
The bald face had turned the color of pig liver, and the fat on his face was trembling. He tried hard to suppress the anger in his heart.
"Haha, Master, I think you and the monk on earth should change their names. That should be more vivid. Having said that, aren't you monks vegetarians? That would make you so fat. Master, you won't be so fat.
Is it vegetable oil?”
"Form up!" Before Chen Jinyuan could finish speaking, Monk Wushu shouted loudly, unable to bear Chen Jinyuan's cynicism any longer.
A group of bald heads began to circle around Chen Jinyuan, constantly changing their positions.
Haha, forming a formation? No matter how powerful the formation is, a group of ants cannot defeat an elephant.
There was a contemptuous smile on the corner of his mouth, and he raised his finger towards Wu Xing.
Provocation, this is provocation. The anger in Chen Jinyuan's chest had not been completely vented just now, so he just beat up these monks and vented his anger on Wang Jiao.
Wu Xing waved his hand, and a group of monks waved their eyebrow-leveling sticks and hit them like Chen Jinyuan.
What kind of formation is this? It has no rules at all, just like street gangsters fighting. Could it be that this is Shaolin Kung Fu that is so popular in the world?
Looking at the group of bald heads in front of him, who looked like baboons who had taken aphrodisiacs, Chen Jinyuan had a sinister smile on his face and held Wang Jiao behind him.
It was at this moment that he took action, no, he should have taken action.
"The tenth posture of springing legs - ten thousand legs piercing the heart"
Peng, Peng, Peng...
Twenty dozen kicks were fired like lightning, and people began to fly around in the Heavenly King's Palace. Sticks were scattered on the floor, and bald heads were scattered on the floor. Everyone covered their stomachs and fell to the ground softly, moaning non-stop.
More than twenty people were kicked away at the same time, and the walls of the Heavenly King's Palace were almost collapsed.
Shock!
The scene in front of him shocked Wu Xing. More than twenty people were knocked down by one person, but he had not yet seen clearly how the other person took action.
Wu Xing swallowed again, looked at the bald heads on the ground and Chen Jinyuan himself in horror, and thought to himself, this time he kicked the iron plate. Without saying a word, he turned around and ran towards the inner courtyard.
Looking at the back of the fat monk, Chen Jinyuan could tell with his feet that he must have called his parents. Chen Jinyuan did not stop him. From the moment he stepped into the Shaolin Temple, monks could be seen everywhere in the temple, but he could not sense any inner strength from them.
Even the so-called monks in front of him are no exception. They simply cannot withstand his own punches and kicks. This makes Chen Jinyuan, who originally wanted to experience the style of Shaolin martial arts, very disappointed. Just to see what this monk can do
People.
It is a recognized fact in martial arts that the world's martial arts originated from Shaolin. There is no doubt that there must be masters hidden in the Shaolin Temple, and there must be many more. Shen Jianqiu once said that among the top masters in today's martial arts is Shaolin Abbot Shixin.
But today, my woman is being bullied here. If I don't express anything, then I am a man in vain.
After a while, Wu Xing came out with a fatter monk. The flesh on his face was so fat that it made people greasy, his eyes were narrowed into slits, and his belly was as big as a mountain. He looked like the Maitreya Buddha in the Temple of the Heavenly King. Exactly the same. As I walked, my whole body was shaking.
Chen Jinyuan could only think of using the word "meat ball" to describe the monk in front of him, or he could also use one word - "pig".
Haha, I didn’t expect that this Shaolin Temple is indeed a treasure land of Feng Shui and really nourishes people. They are all so fat and big-eared. But I don’t know who this monk is.
"Abbott, this is the man who hurt Junior Brother Wu Neng. The disciples came to him to argue with him, but he made sarcastic remarks and injured other junior brothers. Abbot, you have to make the decision for us!" Wu Xing pointed at Chen Jinyuan and pointed at the fat monk beside him. cried.
The fat monk looked at the group of screaming bald heads on the ground and frowned.
"Amitabha, the pure place of Buddhism, why is the donor so aggressive here!" Maybe it's because he has too much fat, and his words sound a bit buzzing.
Is this the abbot of Shaolin?
Chen Jinyuan looked at the pig-like animal in front of him and couldn't believe it. The abbot of Shaolin is known as the top master of the Chinese martial arts. Although the fat man in front of him is also an ancient warrior, he is only at the eighth level of the warrior level. It can be said that even some disciples of the martial arts They are all a little inferior. This is not consistent with the information I got from Shen Jianqiu.
It is obviously impossible for such a person to become the abbot of Shaolin and lead the martial arts world with such strength.
After some reasoning, Chen Jinyuan could only come to the conclusion that the person in front of him was just the spokesperson of Shaolin Temple in the secular world, and the real abbot of Shaolin must be someone else.
After the beating just now, Chen Jinyuan's anger has subsided a little. The abbot still needs to be given some face.
"Are you the abbot of Shaolin?" Although Chen Jinyuan had the result in his mind, he still asked in a somewhat condescending tone.
"Amitabha! Poor monks, quit being crazy!"
Sure enough! This monk is not Shi Xin!
Chen Jinyuan sneered, "Haha, I've heard that Shaolin Temple is the best temple in the world, and it's like thunder to my ears. I didn't expect that it wouldn't be as famous as meeting me."
Fat Monk Jie Chi frowned when he heard this and clasped his palms together, "What does the donor mean by this?"
Chen Jinyuan kicked Wu Neng with his toes, and said, "This bald donkey, who is a monk but has six impure roots, is so bold that he wants to take advantage of my girlfriend. If I hadn't had two brushes today, My girlfriend has been murdered by him a long time ago. Since you are the abbot of Shaolin, what do you think you should do?"
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