In Feijia Village, the warehouse, there are less than two hours before dawn.
The brother and sister from Shaoxing sent by the Changchun Society looked at each other, their eyes full of teasing.
"What! You don't know martial arts?"
I panicked.
"Master, are you kidding me? I remember you said before that you have decades of experience!"
The old monk was wrapped in a quilt. He recited Amitabha and then said, "No, I just can't. A monk will never tell lies in his life."
I was greatly disappointed, thinking that I was in trouble this time! There was no way to save me! I was going to be someone's scapegoat!
The old monk suddenly stood up wrapped in quilt. This move shocked the brother and sister.
The old monk looked at the two of them and said, "You two were originally members of the Shaoxing Martial Arts Society. You learned the Seven-Star Mantis Boxing from Wang Lang of Zhuji. Later, there were rumors in the world that you deceived your masters and killed your ancestors and killed your fellow disciples.
In 1994, he joined the Jingwu Association and learned Wang xx’s Shanghai Sanshou Kung Fu, right?”
After hearing this, the man nodded and said: "Master Jiku, I didn't expect you to know the past of our brothers and sisters quite well. Yes, we brothers and sisters later changed to Shanghai Sanshou, but we did not bully our masters and destroy our ancestors! More
I have never killed any of my fellow sects! Those are just rumors in the world and cannot be believed."
The woman frowned and said, "Brother, what are you trying to explain to this bald donkey? We don't have much time, we can kill him together."
"Wait a minute!"
The old monk looked solemn: "You two, we might as well make a bet tonight."
The man said: "Oh? Master Sufferer, what are you betting on?"
The old monk said with a straight face: "Just bet on me and this guy's master!"
The man seemed to be interested after hearing this, and he said: "It's interesting, tell me how to bet?"
The old monk pointed at me and said, "He will fight you for ten minutes. If you brothers and sisters cannot beat him, you will be considered a loser. If not, you will be considered a winner."
"Ha ha!"
The woman laughed so hard that tears came out. She wiped away her tears and said, "Bald Donkey, are you kidding us? Just him? We can kill this guy in just ten seconds."
I became anxious and lowered my voice and said to the old monk: "I don't know fucking martial arts! It's so obvious that you want me to die!"
The old monk didn't seem to hear what I said, so he asked the Shaoxing brothers and sisters if they dared to gamble. He also said that he could train me to be a master in just a quarter of an hour.
The woman smiled and said: "Why don't you dare? We will wait for you outside the door for five minutes. I want to see it now! How can you train this loser to become a master!"
Being called a trash by this woman in front of my face made me feel angry.
If I had the skills of Xie Qirong or He Weiwu, I would definitely immediately lift this woman up with one hand, push her to the wall and strangle her to death!
The door opened and closed, and they went out and waited.
I guess this old monk is definitely mentally disturbed, otherwise he wouldn't have been locked up in a mental hospital by the Changchun Society for decades.
Knowing that I could never run away, I sighed helplessly and simply lay on the ground, crossing my legs and smoking a cigarette.
