Not long after, two monks from the precepts monastery rushed over, both holding a Xiaolin family's "precept stick" in their hands.
Everyone in the Lingjiu Palace was angry when they saw that Xiao Lin was serious. Thirty-six Islands and Seventy-two Cave were mostly rough people. They shouted loudly: "You bald donkeys, how dare you offend the noble body of the Lord?"
"If you dare to hurt the Lord's hair, I will crush your little forest."
"Listen, little bald fellows, the 100,000 heavenly soldiers and generals in the Lingjiu Palace are not a mere fabrication. Anyone who flirts with the Lord's tiger beard will be immediately turned into a fan!"
"Death to the fans!"
"Death to the fans!"
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At this point, the voices of all the speakers began to be uniform and vibrate at the same frequency. Two to three hundred people actually had the same momentum as the roar of tens of thousands of people.
The eight women from the Lingjiu Palace were actually even more angry. They were different from the people of the Thirty-six Islands. Those people only came under the jurisdiction of the Lingjiu Palace after being lifted from the life and death talismans, but they really regarded Xu Zhu as their master.
Lu Zi once said: "The master is worried about the humiliation of his ministers, and the master who humiliates his ministers will die!"
No matter what the women of the Lingjiu Palace looked like before, whether they were delicate, fierce, or in a trance, they were all filled with righteous indignation at this time. They wished they could take their own lives, or just kill the bald donkey with a knife and burn Xiaolin Temple.
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However, according to the rules left down by Tong Lao, not only can the master not stop him from doing things, nor can he advise him, he only needs to follow the order.
Therefore, Grandma Yu shouted angrily: "Shut your stupid mouths, you can criticize the Lord for doing something wrong!"
"Well!"
"oh!"
When the people in Thirty-six Islands and Seventy-two Cave heard her shouting, they were shocked by the majesty of the past and immediately fell into silence.
The monks of Xiaolin Temple were originally on tight alert with their sticks in their hands. Seeing that Lingjiu Palace was quiet now, they couldn't help but secretly sigh. They relaxed slightly and were already covered with sweat. They were holding the stick tightly in their hands. They were at the first stage of the struggle just now.
The line was really shocked by the ferocious aura of the Lingjiu Palace. They all knew that as soon as the battle started, even if they were not turned into fans, flesh and blood would inevitably be scattered.
Xuanji was also afraid that Lingjiu Palace would rush up regardless, so he grabbed this rare calm and shouted: "Use the staff!"
"Third brother!" Duan Yu expressed concern.
Li Jiang held him down, and at the same time explained to Xiao Feng, who was full of worry: "Don't interrupt the third brother's method of atonement. Only after passing this level will he cut off his relationship with Xiao Lin. Also, the third brother is really angry.
He's so tyrannical, even if Xiao Lin were replaced with an iron rod, he wouldn't be able to hurt him at all!"
After hearing this, the two of them thought about it for a moment and realized that Li Jiang was right. If they care, they will be in chaos.
In fact, Li Jiang had another reason that he didn't mention, that is, someone would stop all this and inadvertently pushed Xuanci into the endless abyss.
The law enforcement monk lifted Xu Zhu's monk's robe to expose the skin on his back, and the other monk raised the "precept stick".
Xu Zhu was not like Li Jiang who said he would rely on luck to resist. He withdrew the Qi all over his body and thought piously: "I am punished by the stick to punish me for all the sins of not observing the precepts. Every time I receive a stick, my sins will be eliminated.
One point. If you slip and slip without feeling any pain, the stick will be in vain. You can't hide it from others, you can't hide it from yourself, and you can't hide it from the gods and Buddhas in the sky!"
Just as he was closing his eyes and preparing to receive the stick, he suddenly heard a sharp female voice: "Wait a minute, wait a minute! What... is that on your back?"
People who were close to Xu Zhu looked around and saw neat scars as big as nine copper coins scattered neatly between Xu Zhu's back.
When a monk takes the ordination, the incense scar is burned on the top of his head, but what does this mean to Xu Zhu?
Everyone was suspicious, and an elder praised him: "This boy's sincerity in serving the Buddha is so frightening! I don't think any other monks can match it."
"No, no, are you dim? The scars on Master Xu Zhu's body were obviously burned when he was young. As his body grew older, the scars gradually became larger. May I ask, he started serving Buddha when he was a baby.
Heart?" Bao BuTong jumped out to retort.
"Don't you think people with profound Buddha nature are reincarnations of eminent monks?" the elder argued.
"Fart! This is Zen Buddhism, not Tantric Buddhism. Not only are you dazzled by this old man, but you also read the book into the dog's belly!" After Bao BuTong caught the flaw, he expressed his feelings regardless of other people's faces.
"You, you, you... are unreasonable!" The elder pointed at the bag with his finger, trembling with anger.
The VIPs in the front row were all distracted by the bickering between the two. Only Li Jiang looked at the woman stumbling over and sighed in his heart: It seems that this group fight will not be fought, and Pindao's performance will be in vain.
A middle-aged woman in light green clothes squeezed out of the crowd and revealed her true face. There were three blood stains on her left and right cheeks. She was none other than Ye Erniang, one of the four evil people.
She rushed forward quickly, reaching a distance of more than ten meters in one step. She then spread her hands, pushed the two law enforcement monks from the Discipline Academy away, and reached out to take off Xu Zhu's pants.
Xu Zhuren was lying on the ground, but he didn't miss the surrounding situation at all. He was surprised and rushed forward, avoiding Ye Erniang's black hand, then he stood up and said in surprise: "You... what do you want to do?"
"Little monk, she must have seen that you have enough yang energy and wants to eat your flesh and drink your blood!"
There was loud laughter.
Ye Erniang didn't seem to hear these roars of laughter, her whole body trembled, her face was distorted, she shouted: "I...my son!", and then she opened her arms to hug Xu Zhu.
Xu Zhu's head was dazed and his heart felt chilly. Fortunately, his martial arts skills were getting better and better, and he had already mastered the ability to dodge and move around. With one move, Ye Erniang was able to catch him.
This funny action caused another round of laughter.
While everyone was laughing, they were also thinking: "Is this woman crazy?"
Ye Erniang hugged her several times, but Xu Zhu easily got out of the way. She was heartbroken and cried sadly: "Son, why don't you recognize your mother?"
Xu Zhu paused, as if there was thunder in his mind, he said in a trembling voice: "You... you are my mother?"
Ye Erniang shouted: "Son, not long after I gave birth to you, I burned nine incense scars on your back and on both sides of your buttocks. Do you have nine incense scars on both sides of your buttocks?"
Xu Zhu felt thunderous shocks in his mind, because what Ye Erniang said was absolutely right! He indeed had nine fragrant scars on both his buttocks. He had been like this since he was a child. He never knew the origin, and he was too shy to ask his master and brothers.
Sometimes when taking a shower, I compare myself with others and see that they are all smooth and smooth, but I am the only one who has it, and I feel a little proud more than once. I am born with a predestined relationship with Buddhism!
But now I suddenly heard Ye Erniang's words, and I was immediately confused. The little joy in my heart that I was destined to be with the Buddha had disappeared with the wind, and she stammered: "Yes, yes! I... I have nine points of fragrance on each of my buttocks."
Scar, was it you...mother...who gave me the scar?"
In this way, the scene of the Xiaolin Wulin Leaders Conference changed again and became a mother-son recognition conference.
This incident happened so suddenly that everyone onlookers were surprised, and the two parties that had already rolled up their sleeves to seek revenge could only temporarily cease fighting and cease their activities.
In the middle of the square, mother and son hugged each other and cried, both sad and happy. One was deeply affectionate, the other was sincere and admiring. Among the heroes, there were many compassionate people, and they all shed tears for this.
Xiao Feng waved his hand, and Li Jiang and Duan Yu followed. The three of them came to Xu Zhu's side, clasped their fists and said in unison: "Congratulations to the second brother, mother and son, for recognizing each other!"
Xu Zhu raised his head and his face was full of tears. He wiped away his tears and said: "Thank you eldest brother, second brother, fourth brother, I...I..."
Seeing that he was too excited to speak, the three of them expressed their understanding and patted his shoulders silently, saying nothing.