Chapter five hundred and thirteen: Do you have to compete with me?
"What did you say?" Hong Rui was stunned when he heard this, and his eyes widened for a moment.
"I said the boxing technique you taught me just now is of no use. I knocked you down with just one punch. Is it useful for you to attack here and there?" the young monk said softly, not showing any dignity to Hong Rui.
"What do you know? This is the boxing technique of our Buddhist sect, and you actually say it's useless?" Hong Rui looked confused and shouted with eyes wide open.
At this time, it was not only Hong Rui who had this reaction, but the faces of other monks around him seemed to be equally ugly. After all, this boxing technique was passed down from Buddhism to this day, and all Buddhist disciples were practicing it, but Duan Chen later modified it, and finally Qingshan Temple
Only then did we have this set and
I don’t know how many fellow Buddhists in the world want to learn the different Buddhist boxing techniques, but Qingshan Temple has always kept silent about it, but today when it came to the mouth of the young monk, it seemed to be a useless boxing technique. Everyone heard it
How could this not be exciting?
"Wujie, we have been practicing this boxing technique at Qingshan Temple for so many years, and no one has said that this boxing technique is useless, and now you are saying that it is useless?" An older monk in the crowd stepped forward and shouted loudly.
"Is it useful?" the little monk turned his head and asked calmly.
"This boxing technique was left behind by your master, Master Duan Chen. What's the difference between saying that this boxing technique is useless and slandering your master?"
"I'm talking about boxing skills. Why did you involve my master?" The young monk scratched his head irritably. I don't know why, these monks like to talk about things in general terms, whether it is about Buddhist scriptures or not.
It’s still the same boxing technique as it is now.
"This boxing technique was left behind by your master. If you say the boxing technique is not good, that means Master Duanchen is not good!"
"Yes, Wujie, everyone knows how good you are, and everyone understands that you despise such a simple boxing technique. After all, you are extremely talented, but you can't say that this boxing technique is useless!"
At this time, the young monk's words seemed to have aroused dissatisfaction among many people, and all the monks criticized the young monk one after another.
The noisy voices made the little monk look a little irritable.
Jingming on the side looked at the young monk in the crowd with an equally ugly face. He originally felt that bringing the young monk to this martial arts training ground was not a good thing, but who would have thought that the young monk could speak so straightforwardly, saying so in just a few sentences?
All the monks present were offended, but the young monk had an expression of indifference at this time.
As early as in the lecture hall, the young monk once offended the abbot. He said that the abbot's Buddhist scriptures were useless in three or two sentences. At that time, many people secretly speculated that the young monk was an alien, but helplessly, there was a man behind the young monk.
The eminent monk Xuanzheng who supports half the sky of Qingshan Temple. If everyone doesn't give face to the young monk, they have to give face to Xuanzheng. But at this time in the martial arts training ground, Xiaohe
Shang once again offended so many people with one sentence, but Xuanzheng was not present at this time, and the abbot who always seemed to be impartial to the young monk was not here today either. Jingming wanted to speak alone, but didn't know what to say.
I can only worry about the young monk in my heart. There are so many people surrounding the young monk. If the young monk doesn't give an explanation to these people today, it will probably be difficult for him to leave this martial arts training ground.
The little monk who said that Buddhist boxing techniques were useless in just a few words stood in the middle of the martial arts training ground with a calm expression. Although the voices around him still didn't stop their conquests in just a few words, the little monk always looked at him with a nonchalant expression.
In the eyes of the young monk, these people are far inferior to the ants on the ground. The master is right not to let him come to the martial arts training ground.
"Noisy."
The young monk moved slowly and prepared to walk outside the martial arts training ground.
"Stop!"
When everyone saw that the young monk was about to leave, they quickly stopped in front of him, and then shouted to the young monk: "If you don't give us an explanation today, you can't leave!"
The young monk squinted at the monk in front of him and asked softly: "What explanation do you want?"
"Didn't you just say that our Qingshan Temple's boxing technique is useless? I just want to ask you now why this boxing technique is useless!"
"I'll knock you away with my fist, do you believe it?" the little monk shouted impatiently.
"You beat me up, and there are others. If you don't tell me clearly, you can't leave!" This monk seemed to have a stubborn temper, and refused to let go when he stopped in front of the young monk.
The young monk sighed helplessly and said calmly: "Uncle Hong Rui just said, what is the most important feature of our Qingshan Temple's boxing technique?"
"Sound to the east and strike to the west, strike with fingers, pretend to attack while actually retreating, seem to be retreating while actually advancing, use both virtual and real, combine hardness and softness, take advantage of the momentum to fly, strike ruthlessly, hit the vital points. Look like a cat, tremble like a tiger, move like a dragon, move like a flash, sound like a flash.
Like thunder!" the monk shouted loudly.
"Okay, then let me punch you down. Do you think those so-called attacks in the east and west are nothing more than fancy tricks? In the face of absolute power, no matter how you look like a cat, tremble like a tiger, move like a dragon, move like a flash, or sound like thunder, in the end you will be useless.
It’s a piece of shit!” the young monk said calmly.
"You!" The man in front of the little monk suddenly opened his eyes wide, with a bit of shock in his tone.
"What are you doing? Isn't that what it is? I think it's better to go straight with your boxing skills. To knock someone away with one fist is what you're capable of. What can you do if you just look flexible? If you hit someone with ten punches, you're not as good as someone else.
If I punch you, won't you be knocked down in the end?" The young monk replied with disdain.
"What do you mean by this?" Hong Rui, who had been silent all this time, finally couldn't help it anymore and asked the young monk with a frown.
"It's not interesting, I just want to express my opinion." The young monk said calmly.
Hong Rui frowned and glanced at the young monk, his expression very ugly.
"Uncle Hong Rui!" The other monks knew that they could only ask Hong Rui to stand up at this time. What others wanted to say would be useless.
Hong Rui looked at the little monk in front of him and was silent for a moment. Originally, Hong Rui didn't want to offend the little monk today. After all, Xuan Zheng was behind the little monk. But unfortunately, everyone seemed to be watching. At this time, as Qingshan, he
The instructor of Temple Boxing, who has been doing this for so many years
While studying the boxing method of Qingshan Temple, Hong Rui felt uncomfortable when the young monk slandered this boxing method. If he let the young monk leave like this today, how would he have the face to teach boxing? So no matter from that angle,
Hong Rui was not going to tolerate the little monk.
Hong Rui took a step back, looked at the young monk, and said calmly: "Do you think the boxing skills of our Qingshan Temple are useless?"
"It's useless, just show off your skills and embroider your legs!" The little monk nodded nonchalantly.
"You!" Hong Rui didn't expect the young monk to be so tough and refused to back down at all.
"What's wrong with me?" the little monk looked at Hong Rui and asked.
"call……"
Hong Rui adjusted his breath, and then said slowly: "Wujie, you are in no man's land, and I am also in no man's land. You use the boxing method that you think is powerful, and I will use our Qingshan Temple's boxing method to compete. What do you think?"
how?"
"No!" The little monk shook his head.
"Why not?" Hong Rui looked a little confused.
"My master told me not to fight with people from Qingshan Temple..." The young monk raised his head and glanced at Hong Rui and continued: "My master, I didn't strike lightly or hard. If you beat him, he will still have to fight."
Spend money on medicine!”
"Wujie, are you too arrogant?"
After hearing what the young monk said, the surrounding monks stood up and accused the young monk.
"I'm not arrogant, that's what my master really told me." The young monk explained calmly.
"What do you think, let's wait till two o'clock?" Hong Rui adjusted his excitement, frowned and asked the young monk.
"That won't work, you can't withstand my fist!" the young monk replied with disdain, and then started to walk forward.
"Uncle Hong Rui, Wujie is ignorant, so don't argue with him!" Jingming saw that Hong Rui was serious about it, so he quickly stepped forward to stop Hong Rui and said.
"Get up!"
Hong Rui threw Jingming away, caught up with the young monk, and shouted to the young monk: "What did you just say?"
"I said you can't stand my punch. You'd better not be so stubborn here. If you get angry, I'll really hit you!" the little monk shouted impatiently.
"Wujie, are you too arrogant? You are in a no-man's land, and Master Hong Rui is also in a no-man's land. Why do you talk like that?"
The surrounding monks shouted excitedly to the young monk.
After hearing this, the young monk slowly stopped, turned to look at everyone, and said calmly: "I can knock you away with just one fist!"
"Don't say it's useless here. If you are really good, you can compete with Uncle Hong Rui. If you don't have this ability, you can take back what you just said. We won't argue with you!"
It was fine for the little monk not to speak, but if he said anything, he would offend others. At this time, people in the martial arts field were surrounding the little monk, and the expression on everyone's face was a bit angry. At this time, the little monk
It can be regarded as really arousing public anger. Jingming wanted to say a few words to the young monk just now, but at this time he had completely given up the idea, because what the young monk just said was indeed too much.
"Why don't you let me go? I have to go back and cook for my master. My master hasn't eaten yet!" The little monk asked with a frown when he saw so many people surrounding him.
"You can't leave if you don't give us an explanation today!" a monk from the crowd shouted.
The young monk slowly moved his eyes, and finally focused on Hong Rui, and asked in a low voice: "Uncle Hong Rui, do you insist on competing with me?"
"Well, I have to give them an explanation!" Hong Rui nodded.