"I'm sorry, bald guy, we really have nothing to do with Qinghong. If you don't believe it, just go check it out. I don't have time to talk nonsense with you. As for the thousand yuan, I'll leave it to you.
This chubby brother has paid for his medical expenses. If you still don’t think it’s enough, then we will continue to practice until you think it’s enough!”
The expression of the cold-faced monk changed several times, and he suddenly waved his hand and said: "In that case, please leave the donor as soon as possible without giving it away!"
"OK." Chen Tairan shrugged, turned around and left with the two brothers and the old and young monk.
After leaving the gate of Mingyun Temple, Chen Tairan said hello to the old monk, then hurriedly opened the way and continued to search for Zhao Bozheng's whereabouts.
To be honest, he is really confused right now. The power of Jianghu Dao is much greater than he imagined. Even such an inconspicuous place may hide such a master.
Qinghong... Long Gang... Chen Tairan must think about this problem carefully now. Their so-called "Jianghuai Xingyi Sect" only has four people, including the leader and the younger ones. How can they afford to be hurt? What if someone is bigger?
The guy looks unhappy and is in danger of destroying the family at every turn!
On the top of the mountain in the distance, the old monk was holding the young monk. He was looking at Chen Tairan and his party coming down the mountain, with a faint smile on his face.
"Master, is this fate?" The young monk stared at the figure in the middle of the three people and murmured.
"Yes, and no." The old monk said something confusing, then waved his hand and said: "Don't think about this, come, see the senior first."
As he finished speaking, an old man wearing an old man's shirt, big trousers, and flip-flops appeared out of nowhere. He was called "out of nowhere" because he appeared too weird, as if he had just emerged from the ground.
It's average when drilled out.
"See Senior Zhao." The young monk clasped his hands together, bent down and made a big salute.
The old man in flip-flops waved his hands repeatedly, shook his head and said: "Xuanzhu, what do you mean? I tell you not to do this with me. You want to blackmail me, there is no way!"
The old monk smiled slightly and rarely used honorifics: "How do you say this? You can eat food indiscriminately, but you can't use words indiscriminately. I brought my disciples to worship at the top of the mountain. No one else has any objections. Why are you the most unpleasant to speak?
?~"
"Fuck..." the old man in flip-flops cursed angrily, with a helpless look on his face. He then took out a small porcelain bottle from his pocket and threw it over, "Take it, take it, don't do it again."
Call me stingy in front of others."
"Why don't you thank me for your kindness, senior?" The old monk took the porcelain vase unceremoniously.
The young monk bowed again, and naturally made a strange gesture with his right hand.
"Hey, you seem to have been busy these past few years." The old man in flip-flops laughed strangely and put his hands behind his back.
"That's nature. How can it be compared to your carefree Hunan and Chongqing land, enjoying the mountains and rivers?"
The old man in flip-flops nodded, put away his smile, and said in a deep voice: "Come on."
The young monk smiled faintly, and his handprints suddenly changed, and he saw the air current surging around him, picking up large pieces of weeds and fallen leaves, and forming a vague whirlpool shape.
In an instant, the whirlpool exploded, and countless blades of grass swept out, each with a sharp sound, like a sharp arrow leaving the string, and shot fiercely at the old man in flip-flops!
Ancient Chinese Martial Arts and Tantra Mudra - Prajna Flying Flower!
In just a short moment, thousands of grass and leaves reached his body, and the old man with flip-flops did not block it. He shot up like an eagle in the sky, and the power of the Prajna Flying Flower Seal followed him, but his strength weakened a lot.
The eagle spread its wings and swatted them away.
The little monk's handprints changed again, and a wave of scorching hot wind blew out from around his body, curling up into the shape of a dragon.
"Go!" the young monk shouted, and several fire dragons flew into the air with their claws and teeth, and opened their mouths to bite!
Ancient Chinese Martial Arts·Zen Mudra—Kowloon Heavenly Fire!
The old man in flip-flops frowned, and then he made a move of flying eagle to pounce on the food in mid-air, and then he took the tiger down the mountain. They were all fierce moves from top to bottom!
The old monk narrowed his eyes and was secretly surprised - the old man opposite could actually fight left and right and use different pseudo-shaped fists at the same time. It seems that he has not been in vain all these years...
Seeing the huge shadows of a ferocious tiger and a hungry eagle rushing toward him, the young monk couldn't help but secretly grit his teeth, made a mysterious handprint with his left hand, and retreated while fighting back.
Ancient Chinese Martial Arts·Zen Mudra—Vajra Protector!
Golden light suddenly appeared, and a large phantom of the Dharma Protector Vajra appeared in front of the young monk. He waved the Vajra Demon-Conquering Pestle in his hand and smashed it at the tiger and hungry eagle!
The flip-flop old man curled his lips and suddenly shouted: "Be careful!"
"Woo--" A dull whistle came out, and a huge green dragon head phantom suddenly appeared, spinning rapidly and flying towards the Protector Vajra, dragging out a long blue light wherever it passed!
But after hearing the boom, the entire mountain peak shook slightly!
Ancient Chinese Martial Arts·Xingyi Quanfa—Poison Dragon Diamond!
The young monk was shocked, and suddenly fell backwards like a kite with a broken string. A green dragon-shaped shadow soared over his head, and suddenly collapsed into a ball of blue airflow, disappearing in the air.
The old monk stepped forward and helped his beloved disciple up. He saw that the young monk's face was as white as paper, and there was a line of blood coming out of the corner of his mouth. His whole body was trembling slightly and he couldn't even speak a word.
"Yes, you are a very good apprentice." The old man in flip-flops shook his hands and grinned: "Xuanzhu, I have to say something to you. Did you come here specifically to mess with me today? Why didn't you tell me in advance?
Tell me clearly? It almost made me capsize in the gutter."
The old monk took out a small bottle, poured out two pills for the young monk to take, and then replied: "Pull it down, I haven't talked about you yet, but you have done such a heavy trick... I don't care, if you don't do it this time
Show me something, I'm not done with you!"
The little monk looked at the master in surprise. He really couldn't understand where the usually solemn and steady master had gone... How could the word "I" come out of his mouth? No, no, no, it must be
Hallucination!
The old flip-flop man sighed and said with a look of disdain: "Come on! The blackmail is actually on my head, so let me ask you, the boy under my disciple just helped you, why didn't you show any sign of it?"
The old monk immediately clasped his hands and said: "Amitabha, the little benefactor of your sect is a hero and never leaves his name behind. This is exactly what I should do in the world of martial arts. I think he must not ask for anything in return. In this case, I
How can you have the nerve to spoil this good intention?~"
The old man in flip-flops rolled his eyes and raised his hands to express his surrender - Damn it! These bald guys from Buddhism are all eloquent. It's just cruelty to reason with them, so I'd better pull them down!
"Are you really not going to meet him? He is your descendant after all. Does this have to be the case?" The old monk looked down the mountain and saw many people rushing towards the top of the mountain. It is estimated that the series of visions just now attracted them.
