With a muffled sound, Wu Ming was smashed into the rock wall. Even though he was physically as strong as him, he was shocked and dizzy. Summit 23S.
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"To be able to cultivate the "Iron Shirt" to such a level, the origin of Zhilu is probably not simple!"
But with the help of his strong will and clear eyesight, he could still clearly see the fight between the two.
Facing the palm shadow that could shatter the rocks, Zhilu did not dodge, and directly faced it head-on with his burden.
Seeing this situation, Zhijun's expression changed slightly. Not only did he not withdraw his palm, but he strengthened it even more.
Boom!
It was different from the clang of the golden bell being hit, but a sound as heavy as a stone hitting the ground. Suddenly, a pale golden palm print was seen on Zhilu's chest!
In an instant, pale gold and black iron-colored light and shadow burst out, leaving countless tiny deep scratches on the ground!
Kick!
What is shocking is that Zhijun, who is a half-step Yi martial artist, was shocked and took several steps back with a look of shock on his face.
Zhilu, who Yi Yan did not take any action, only swayed slightly and continued to move forward.
Make a decision!
Of course, it is also ruled out that Zhijun was injured after fighting with Wu Ming, or was consumed in drama!
But it is undeniable that Zhilu is powerful!
What made Wu Ming's pupils shrink was that under his leaving feet, there was a pair of footprints that were an inch deep!
Obviously, the palm just received was not as easy as it appeared, and of course it didn't take much effort!
After all, the two buckets of water he carried did not come out at all, which shows that he has profound skills!
"Senior brother has a high level of cultivation. He shouldn't be an unknown person. He must be one of the top 100 masters among the lay disciples in the outer courtyard."
Zhijun turned slightly to show that he would no longer block him.
"Sajiazhilu, if junior brother still wants to act in the name of the Discipline Academy, you can come to me at any time!"
Zhilu's unique thick voice came, and he strode past Zhijun's side and walked away.
"Senior brother has misunderstood!"
Zhijun's eyes flickered and he took another half step back.
"Thank you so much, Senior Brother Zhilu, for your generous help. I will definitely be rewarded generously!"
Wu Ming shook his sore neck and finished speaking loudly.
When Zhilu, who was not far away, heard the words, he paused slightly, without stopping at all, and disappeared into the mountains and forests in the blink of an eye.
"The donor should first think about how to get through this hurdle!"
Zhijun said in a deep voice.
"Okay, it turns out you came here deliberately to cause trouble!"
Wu Ming didn't care at all about Zhilu's indifference. He smiled half-heartedly and looked at Zhijun playfully.
"Little monk, I don't understand what you are talking about! Senior Brother Zhilu has left. If you don't want to be suppressed by me, then..."
Zhijun obviously didn't intend to let Wu Ming go. His face darkened. Before he finished speaking, his eyes froze and he couldn't continue.
Because, he was locked by a sharp aura, and he instinctively felt the aura of death coming towards his face.
"If you don't want to die in the wilderness feeding wild dogs, just fetch water for me!"
At some point, Wu Ming pretended to be wearing a divine arm crossbow, pointed at Zhijun from afar, and sneered.
"Hmph, don't talk nonsense. Don't say that this is the Shaolin Temple. Even if you kill me, don't let me..."
Zhijun snorted coldly and tilted his head slightly with disdain.
call out!
Before he finished speaking, the dark arrow flashed away like a meteor, and the sharp light flashed past his thigh!
"You...what do you want to do?"
Zhijun was startled, covering his lower body and looking slightly pale.
Even so, I can still feel the coolness coming from my lower body, just a tiny bit, and my life is almost gone!
Not to mention that his "Golden Bell" has seven levels, even if it is nine levels or even perfect, it will be useless in front of the divine arm crossbow at such a close distance!
"I think it's not good to kill someone, it's too cruel! Why don't I strip you naked and throw you in front of the Discipline Academy. I think it will make many Shaolin disciples who have been punished by the Discipline Academy applaud!"
Wu Ming waved the divine arm crossbow, and his malicious eyes wandered over Zhijun, as if he was thinking about where to start.
"You...you..."
Zhijun was completely stunned and his tongue was tied in fear.
I couldn't believe that there could be such a bold person, but when I thought about what I heard, I couldn't help but feel fear and regret. I shouldn't have provoked Wu Ming.
"Hurry up, hurry up, do you want to fetch water or do you want to be stripped naked and thrown into the Discipline Academy to be embarrassed?"
Wu Ming said impatiently.
"I...I carry water!"
People under the eaves had to bow their heads. Zhijun regretted it endlessly, but he could only bow his head and accept his fate in front of power.
"That's right. However, to be on the safe side, you must swear to the Buddha that you will not retaliate against me for this in the future. Otherwise, you will not be able to make any progress in your cultivation, and you will go to hell after death!"
Wu Ming nodded with satisfaction and changed the topic.
"impossible!"
Zhijun suddenly changed color.
If you want him to do such a thing, you are already on the edge of the limit of endurance. If you want to swear, you might as well kill him!
"Then this will be difficult to handle. It seems that I have to work harder on my own, strip you naked and throw you down the mountain, and then carry the water myself!
If you delay any longer, you won’t have time to rest!”
Wu Ming was unmoved, raised his head and looked at the sky.
"Hmph, a scholar can be killed but not humiliated. I will admit my defeat today and I can help you carry water, but I will never do anything that would disgrace Buddhism."
Zhijun frowned and said.
"Hey, the little monk knows a lot, shouldn't you say that your family won't lie?"
Wu Ming looked at Zhijun, who was blushing and thick-necked, and felt quite funny.
It's rare to meet such a stupid young man. If you don't seize the opportunity to tease him, you will have no chance in the future.
From the sudden appearance of Zhijun before, Wu Ming noticed something fishy, and the intentional or unintentional reminder in Zhilu's words made him conclude that maybe there was someone in the Discipline Academy or other Zen monasteries who didn't like him.
Provoke Zhijun to cause trouble!
As for who it is, it’s hard to guess!
After all, Wu Ming's behavior is incompatible with Buddhism, and it is difficult to judge how many monks are angry with him!
"You...I will keep my word, and I will never be as despicable and misbehaved as you...someone!"
Zhijun didn't seem to know how to curse, so he blushed and said.
"Okay, for the sake of your youth and ignorance, I will let you go today! Why are you going? Obediently fetch water for me!"
Wu Ming put away the divine arm crossbow and shouted with a raised brow.
"I……"
After hearing the first half of the sentence, Zhijun was ready to leave, but he didn't expect to escape the ordeal of carrying water. He had to grab the pole full of grievance, pick up the bucket, and go straight to the deep pool at the foot of the mountain.
"Huh... I'm just a stupid kid. If I were to be smarter and hold on, I might get into trouble!"
Wu Ming breathed a sigh of relief and slumped on the ground, smiling bitterly as he looked at his purple-red and blood-swollen wrist, which was as swollen as a carrot.
As Zhijun said, this is the Shaolin Temple, who dares to kill?
But Wu Ming had a real evil spirit, which was so deceptive that he bluffed Zhijun.
After all, I was frightened by his gangster style before!
No other monk, or even anyone, would believe that he had such courage!
"Who is causing trouble for me? Is it just that I don't like it, or..."
While applying ointment and taking a healing elixir to stabilize the internal injuries, Wu Ming meditated silently.
Although the Shaolin Temple has always disliked him, it can be said that it has always been tolerant of him and would never resort to such petty tactics.
Therefore, a person as smart as him would never believe that it was Shaolin Temple who wanted to drive him away.
"It seems that the truth of the matter has to fall on the little monk!"
I don't know how long it took, Wu Ming woke up after adjusting his breath for a while, and looked at Zhijun who was carrying water back, thinking this.
"Stop running away. If you dare to run away, your story will spread throughout the Shaolin Temple early tomorrow morning.
For example, when you were three years old, you stole your sister's clothes, when you were six years old, you watched your neighbor's widow take a bath, when you were nine years old... ahem, it wasn't until you entered the monastery and became a monk that you started to restrain yourself a little bit!"
Until he got closer, Wu Ming stretched himself, finished speaking with a teasing look on his face, took courage, and walked away.
Zhijun, whose face was pale and whose eyes showed fear and regret, was left alone, disheveled in the breeze of the dark night!
This path is not set in stone, but depends on the goal in one's mind.
Wu Ming has been to other places many times, so naturally he will not let Zhijun carry water to the monastic compound. He can only pick him up at a place near the transfer, which saves the most effort!
So, in the middle of the night, one of the two of them was waiting on the mountainside, and the other ran down the mountain to fetch water. He didn't dare to stop for a diligent step, and quickly came back to hand over the goods.
But after almost resting, Wu Ming was not idle either, but walked with Zhijun all the way.
Along the way, I made insinuations and made inquiries.
With his eloquence, Zhijun spoke out almost everything except the extremely secretive matters of the Discipline Academy and Shaolin Temple.
Of course, Wu Ming's threats, both soft and hard, are indispensable. Even if it is a stone, Wu Ming can squeeze out the oil.
Not to mention a young monk who is not deeply involved in the world and has a simple mind!
However, we still haven't found out who instigated the young monk to cause trouble for his confidant.
From what he said, it seemed that he had heard the name of his confidant many times, and of course he was causing trouble in the temple, and the masters in the temple were not able to come forward to teach him a lesson due to some reasons.
So, out of righteous indignation and a desire to uphold Shaolin rules, Zhijun came to the door on his own.
But Wu Ming is so smart. Just from the fact that Zhijun can easily and accurately block him here, he knows that someone must be using hidden means.
But in the end, I didn’t find out why, so I had to give up!
Zhijun is indeed a talented monk from the Discipline Academy. Even though he fought against Wu Ming and Zhilu one after another, he could carry water much faster than Wu Mingdu.
In the end, it was even completed an hour earlier than Wu Ming expected!
"Wu...Senior brother, this, those things you said are all false, don't talk nonsense!"
When the last load of water was handed over to Wu Ming, Zhijun hesitated and said uneasily.
"Don't worry, I'm a very tight-lipped person and will never talk nonsense about people!
If there is a way, those who talk about right and wrong must be right and wrong! Little monk, you are still young, and you still have a long way to go!"
Wu Ming smiled playfully and turned around meaningfully.
In the dark night, his thin back looked slightly lonely, but revealed unspeakable perseverance!
"Those who say right and wrong must be right and wrong!"
Zhijun murmured to himself, and after a long time he came back to his senses. A flash of light flashed in his eyes, and he bowed to the place where he disappeared, "Senior Brother Wuming is wise and kind, and does not care about past grudges. I bow my head to thank you for your teachings!"