Master Zhixiang meditated silently on the futon, and saw that Nangong Shi's muscles and bones were strange, and his physique was special, which was a good material for practicing martial arts.

"I have practiced martial arts all my life, practiced a Shaolin stunt, and now I am over eighty years old, although there are many apprentices below, but none of them are surprising, if there is such an apprentice, teach him what he has learned in his life, how good it would be!"

Thinking like this, I can't help but be a little envious of the old ghost Ning Lin.

The sky was getting brighter outside, and Master Zhixiang was about to prescribe a prescription and send his apprentices to the town below the mountain to grab medicine, when suddenly there was a noise outside the temple.

Hui Ming came in and said, "Master, someone has come to ask for someone. ”

Master Zhixiang got up and went to the outside of the meditation room, and saw the old man leading the way in a panic, followed by four young people.

The young people were all dressed in suits and leather shoes, wearing ties, inch hair, sunglasses, and masks, and they were very energetic.

"Amitabha, donor, you are panicking, what's wrong?"

"Master, these young men said that the person you saved was their brother, who was injured and abandoned on the side of the road, and they finally asked about their whereabouts, and they came to pick up people, and by the way, thank the master for rescuing. ”

The old man turned his back to the person who came, and after speaking, he squeezed his eyes to Master Zhixiang, Master Zhixiang was stunned for a moment, and then he had a number in his heart, looked up at the person who came, and said:

"Amitabha, the donor invites the guest room to drink tea. ”

There was a fat man among the people, surnamed Zhang, named Haogu, known as Zhang Fatzi, who came over and looked at Master Zhixiang, and said: "Hello abbot, thank you abbot for saving our brother, there is no need to drink tea, we will send people to the hospital, and when our brother fully recovers, we must thank the abbot with a big gift." ”

Master Zhixiang smiled slightly and said, "Thank you is secondary, but the donor doesn't know that your brother has been picked up." ”

"What, what did you say?"

Zhang Fatzi was stunned for a moment, stepped forward and asked.

"Hehe! I won't tell you, there was a female relative just now, what is Nangong Yan, I don't know if you know? It seems that it was your brother's sister, who drove someone to pick him up. ”

It turned out that Master Zhixiang had just dialed the phone number written by Nangong Shi, and the voice of a girl on the phone said that it was Nangong Shi's sister, called Nangong Yan, and when she heard that her younger brother was injured and lived in Meilong Temple, she immediately cried, and finally said that she would come to Meilong Temple to pick up people.

Master Zhixiang saw that Lao Zhangtou had a suspicious look in his eyes, so he casually snorted.

Zhang Fatzi listened to Master Zhixiang's words, suddenly laughed, and said: "Old monk, they all say that their families don't speak, I think it's all fake, you don't look at the weather when you say this kind of thing, there is a layer of snow on the road, we didn't see a car wheel mark all the way, you said that Nangong Yan drove people away, could they fly and go from the air?"

"Hehe" Master Zhixiang smiled and said: "Donor, you are wrong, how do you know, this Melon Mountain is more than one road out of the mountain, what you said is the county road, but also the main road, there is a township road behind the Mylon Temple that leads directly to Donghai City, is there no car wheel print you said?"

Zhang Fatzi was hesitant when he heard Shang Zihu, and someone from behind him came over and whispered: "Big brother, how does this old monk know about Nangong Yan? Could it be that the news has leaked, and that kid has really been rescued?"

"How is it possible? Even if the news leaks, it is impossible to follow here so quickly. ”

"Since he said Nangong Yan's name, we would rather believe it than believe it. ”

"What are we going to do with you?"

"If you go to that village road to chase a ride, you will naturally understand that this old monk has no reason to coax us, and besides, if you run away, the monk can't run to the temple, and it's not too late to come back to him if there are no marks on the country road. ”

When the fat man heard this, he felt that he had to do this, so he didn't say anything more, and walked away with the three of them like a puff of smoke.

After Master Zhixiang waited for them to leave, he instructed his disciples to quickly move Nangong Shi to a secluded place in the backyard and hide it.

The old man was so frightened just now that he came over and said:

"It's dangerous!"

"The donor gave me a look just now, do you know who they are?"

"Exactly, I went out of this temple and was about to go to my lodgings, but I saw the white off-road car just now just outside the door, and I thought to myself, why did they turn back again? Suddenly heard the fat man in the car calling loudly, as if someone on the phone was scolding, because the fat man only promised to agree, and said that Nangong Shi's body had been stiffened and discarded in Myron Mountain, and no one would see it, please rest assured, if you are still not at ease, we will take the corpse back, chop it up and feed it to the dog, and say that the few Tibetan mastiffs at home are not enough to eat - this is too scary, which is what a good person said? This young man somehow offended them, and suffered such a poisonous hand, seeing that he was really pitiful at a young age, and besides, he was a student of the master's friend, so he gave the master a look, thinking that maybe you could save his life. ”

Master Zhixiang nodded when he heard this, and said, "As the saying goes, saving a person's life is better than building a seventh-level floating slaughter, not to mention that he is still a student of Ning Lin's old ghost, so naturally there is no need to say more." But they will definitely come back, and they will definitely find trouble, donor, you should hide first!"

"I ...... I can help you with ...... too."

That being said, Lao Zhangtou stammered, and his voice trembled.

"No, you can go. ”

Lao Zhangtou nodded, and then left the Myron Temple.

With a bag of cigarettes, the fat four really broke in angrily again, shouting loudly and scolding.

Master Zhixiang arrived at the Zen Monastery again, still smiling and asking, "Donor, could it be that there are no traces of the wheels on the trail?"

Zhang Fatzi sneered, looked around, looked back at Master Zhixiang, and said without asking: "Old monk, your Myron Temple is too bad, it is estimated that it will be almost five hundred years, right?"

Master Zhixiang smiled and said:

"No, eight hundred years. ”

"Would it be a pity if you dismantled it now?"

"Donor, what do you want to say?"

"Stinky monk, what are you doing and pretending to be confused? Acquaintances hurry up and hand over the person, or I will demolish your temple today." ”

Zhang Fatzi's original form was revealed, and he glared and said angrily.

"Don't be angry, that Nangong Shi was indeed picked up by her sister Nangong Yan, think about it, Lao Qu and you and him are both Pingshui met, they don't know each other, if they weren't picked up by her, how would Lao Qu know their names?"

"Nonsense, there was snow all the way, there was no car at all, and it was only less than an hour, where would anyone pick it up, are you coaxing children?"

"The donor doesn't believe it, and the old man can't help it, so you'd better look elsewhere. ”

"Stinky monk, you don't cry when you don't see the coffin, do you? You dare to go against us for a dead person? Do you know who we are? You don't want to die?"

"Everyone's people are the same, the old man is not right about things, you can go. ”

Master Zhixiang gave the order to evict the guests, turned around and ignored them, and walked safely towards the meditation room.

The fat man was furious, walked over from behind, reached out and grabbed the back of Master Zhixiang's shirt, and shouted, "You come back for me!"

He wanted to drag the old monk back, but Master Zhixiang turned around, stretched out his hand and gently pressed on the top of the fat man's head, and the fat man felt a very powerful force coming down like Mount Tai pressing down.

He involuntarily let go of the old monk's hand, couldn't stand, and sat on the ground unable to move.

Seeing this, the three people behind understood that the old monk was not an ordinary monk, and that he might have kung fu under his hands, so they each gave a look, went outside to the car and took a machete in their hands, and hurriedly rushed in.

Unexpectedly, at this time, at least twenty little monks suddenly stood in the middle of the Zen monastery, holding sticks in their hands, waiting for the battle.

Master Zhixiang understood that these four people were just other people's eagle and dog minions, and it was enough to send away a little color, so he said:

"Disciples, get rid of these damn fellows. ”