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It was Old Man Hu, Hu Chunniang and Hu Balang who were leisurely swimming under the huge rocks outside the cave. Old Man Hu looked at the four monks Puji, Puzhen, Baoping and Yuancong at the entrance of the cave with a smile, and kept raising his hands in greeting; Hu Chunniang held the pipa in her arms
, looking with concern at Hu Balang who was catching ants under the boulder.
Yuan Ming was stunned, scratched his bald head, and said to Zen Master Puzhen: "Master, I saw them singing in the Jinchuan Wei Tea House. Why did you follow them?" As he said this, he walked towards the Hu family and the others.
, shouted in his mouth: "That thief, why are you sneaking around here? Well, now that you're here, don't even think about leaving. It's time to catch you and ask for the details!"
The three Hus and Zhu Qiqi and others were on the same road. Although they were separated halfway, all three of them were present when Yuan Cong died. Therefore, for Yuan Ming, the blood feud between his senior brother Yuan Cong also involved the three Hus.
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Yuan Ming's cultivation level is not as good as that of his senior brother Yuan Cong, but he is also a monk who has opened the realm of nose consciousness and achieved fearful wisdom. Although he was hurt by Chang Wan Zhen, he also lost the precious magic weapon Magnet Mother's Golden Bowl given by his master.
, but being able to make a decisive decision and throw away his five fingers to escape is also a sign of his mastery. His most reliable means of fighting against enemies is the Buddhist dragon power that he has cultivated. When it is violent, it is comparable to a god, and when it is magical, it is better than a giant dragon.
As soon as Yuan Ming finished speaking, he stamped his feet on the ground. A wave of air rose from the soles of his feet. He used this force to rush forward and reached the boulder in the blink of an eye. The place he stepped on was like cracks and cracks.
Opening it up shows how powerful this force is!
The five fingers of Yuan Ming's right hand were chopped off by Chang Wanzhen, so he simply tightened it into a fist and hid it in his sleeve. He made a grasp with his left hand and grabbed Hu Balang, who was concentrating on catching ants under the boulder.
Although he looks tall and thick, and seems to be very reckless in his actions, he is very smart when facing the enemy. The three Hus cannot see the details, but they can approach them quietly, and Yuan Ming is quite afraid of this.
Yes, he took action decisively, just to measure the abilities of the three Hus, and to let Master and Master uncle explore the door in advance. Moreover, he grabbed Hu Balang, who seemed to be the weakest among the three, and with his right hand
Infuse Tianlong's mana with all his strength, and be ready to deal with Old Man Hu and Hu Chunniang at any time.
Yuan Ming's figure soared in the air and became a god with a height of more than three feet. When the afterimage passed by, the wind was surging, and it was like a dragon roaring. Before anyone arrived, the majestic majesty was coming!
Hu Balang, who was under the boulder, was startled by the sound. He looked up at the afterimage of the Heavenly Dragon transformed by Yuan Ming in the sky. Surprise suddenly appeared in his eyes. He put his hands on the ground, turned over and stood up, stretching out a thin fist.
, and collided head-on with the five fingers that instantly transformed into dragon heads.
There was a loud bang, the fist and the dragon's head collided together, and the air waves blew wildly in all directions, shaking up the three monks Puji, Puzhen, and Baoping who were watching the battle in the distance.
Looking at Yuanming again, he flew back at a faster speed than when he came. His huge body hit him on his back, about ten feet away in front of Puji and the other three monks. As soon as he landed on the ground, blood spurted out from his mouth, staining all the monk's robes on his upper body.
red.
Hu Balang seemed to be very happy, and he raised his thin fist to jump forward, but Hu Chunniang grabbed him by the collar and dragged him back. Hu Balang was not happy, pouting and protesting "beep, bab, bab, bab, bab, bab"
It was not until Hu Chunniang gave her a slap in the face that she reluctantly became quiet.
Mr. Hu covered his forehead with his hands, groaned a few times, and sighed: "Why did we start fighting after everything was going well? Masters, please forgive me, it was a child who was reckless and hurt this eminent monk. I apologize here, old man! But it's a child.
I am ignorant and do not know the importance of my actions. I hope that the masters will not take offense."
He kept talking for a long time. Over there, Zen Master Puzhen had stopped Yuan Ming's bleeding, and then put several life-saving pills into Yuan Ming's mouth, using some of his magic power to protect Yuan Ming.
Xinmai, then slowly stood up.
Zen Master Puzhen's face was livid, and he said in a deep voice: "It's just a poor monk who has lost his sight. He didn't expect you to be an expert. The apprentice's injuries are due to his poor academic skills. He is to blame for himself and no one else is to blame. However, these few are so talented, and the poor monk is so unlucky."
If you want to learn something, please give me some advice."
Hu Laoer said with a bitter face: "Do we still need to fight? How come these masters are so angry? Doesn't the Buddha say that we should avoid greed, anger, and ignorance? Master, you have committed the thought of 'anger'
Already."
Zen Master Puzhen ignored them and stepped forward, one step covering a distance of several feet. After a few steps, he came to the front of the three Hus.
Hu Lao'er waved his hands repeatedly: "Wait for a while, wait for a while! Listen to what I have to say first..."
Zen Master Puzhen shouted: "If you have anything to say, let's talk about it after we finish!"
Hu Lao'er shook his head and said helplessly: "Then it's up to you... Ba Lang is obedient and restrains his men. Don't beat people to death." Then he said to Puzhen: "Master, my child is young and I don't know the severity of my attacks.
Master, be careful."
Zen Master Puzhen laughed angrily: "That's so good, then the poor monk will first teach you how to understand your children's ignorance of importance!" One of his two most beloved disciples had died unexpectedly, and the other had been seriously injured.
His anger has reached an uncontrollable level. Regarding the three Hus in front of him, he fully wants to kill them all. It doesn't matter who comes first and who comes last. Whether he despises or looks down upon him, it doesn't matter.
Zen Master Puzhen rolled up the sleeve of his right robe, revealing a shining white arm. His five fingers were clenched into a fist and he shouted: "My disciple was injured by the fist, so I will teach him with boxing techniques!"
A punch came from top to bottom and hit Hu Balang's head.
Hu Balang was freed from the restraints of Chun Niang. He happily picked up his thin little fist and hit him head-on. The two fists met and there was a "pop" sound, as if he was defeated. Zen Master Puzhen moved his feet horizontally to both sides.
After moving three inches, his body suddenly dropped a little; Hu Balang swayed slightly and took half a step back.
This two-punch attack was not as powerful as Hu Balang's fight with Yuan Ming just now. It looked ordinary, but the danger inside was far more dangerous. Zen Master Puzhen looked like he was punching, but in fact, what he sent out was
Thousands of magic powers are transformed into one punch, and the fist contains endless and endless anger. After the death of Arahant Gold, Zen Master Puzhen chose the Great Wrath Vajra Dharma, and the power of thousands of wishes was turned into one anger.
After cutting off the angry eyes, angry mind, and awakening of anger, one can achieve the Buddhahood. Therefore, he can fight against the enemy regardless of the method or form. As long as he unleashes all his raging anger, he can not only hurt the enemy, but also take a step forward on the path of spiritual practice.
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Zen Master Puzhen rarely loses when he competes with others using this method. Even many enemies whose cultivation realm is higher than his are defeated by his endless rage. But after this punch today, Hu
Hachiro's seemingly thin little fist was like an extremely thick and heavy wall, returning all his anger like thousands of surges. Although these angers came from Puzhen himself, they all returned to him.
When the body came, he himself couldn't bear it, so he had to use his cleverness to resolve it and moved them all underground.
On the surface, he remained calm, but in his heart there was a turmoil. He secretly wondered where did this fool-like young man come from. He was able to withstand his endless fist power without losing a single cent? This old man and the woman holding the pipa in her arms.
Who is the trick? How come I have never heard of these three people?
While recalling the impressive masters of Taoism and Ming Dynasty that he had heard about, he confirmed the appearance of the three people in front of him, but still got nothing. He was distracted, but he did not dare to hesitate or reserve his hand, and punched the second time.
It hit Hu Balang again. This punch was different from the one before. It was extremely fierce and fierce. Countless wind and thunder sounds suddenly sounded in the valley, and there were dense crackling explosions.
Hu Balang grinned stupidly, as if he had seen his beloved toy, cheered and raised his fists to greet him again. The fists met, and there was an earth-shattering thunder sound immediately. Zen Master Puzhen screamed secretly, and then felt his body
Caught in a rapidly rolling whirlpool, the pulling force of the whirlpool was so huge that even an eminent monk like him with the golden body of an Arhat could not withstand it.
In the midst of Puzhen's busy schedule, a bunch of cattail fans appeared. The cattail fan grew in the wind and turned into a giant flag, which he lightly fanned towards Hu Balang...
A strong wind blew towards Hu Balang. Just when it was about to blow, the strong wind suddenly dissipated without a trace. Only a thin little fist emerged from the other end of the cattail leaf fan and actually penetrated the cattail leaf fan.
Puzhen felt like his chest was struck by lightning, and he lost consciousness for an instant. The only thing he could think of was - this fool actually missed the first punch just now! In an instant, Puzhen's decades of meditation skills were almost lost!