The lights in the monastery of mercy and grace were bright, and Zhugu Sangpo squinted at the honest monk, hating him very much, if it weren't for him, there would be no martial arts competition.

The honest monk stood with a smile on his face and said, "Venerable Master, please make a move first, I am afraid that once I make a move, you will not even have a chance to make a move." ”

All the monks had just seen Zhugu Sangpo's kung fu in the air, and they knew that he had real kung fu in his hands. The so-called master has made a move, and one move can determine the winner. When the monks heard that the honest monk was so supportive, they couldn't help but worry about him.

Zhugu Sangpo was so angry that the muscles on his face trembled, even if he was the presiding officer of Cheng'en Temple, Yongshen, he didn't dare to say such a big thing in front of him, you are so young, you dare to speak so loudly, how can he not be annoyed and angry. I saw him stand with his palms, and the wind hung on his palms, and he went straight to the chest of the honest monk and struck out.

The honest monk saw that his palms were fierce, and his body was on one side, dodging his palms. Zhugu Zangpo missed the first blow, and the second palm followed, and this move was even faster and more fierce. The honest monk leaned over to the right to dodge. Zhugu Sangpo had already expected the direction of his dodge, and the third palm struck out, and the honest monk had a little stone slab under his feet, and his body flew backwards about a foot away.

Zhugu Sangpo stood up and shouted: "Little monk, you are running for your life, not a martial arts competition!"

The honest monk smiled slightly and said, "The Venerable Master doesn't know anything, you and I are both monks, so I let you have the first palm, and you are a guest from afar, so I let you have the second palm, and it is not easy for you to practice this ability, so I let you have the third palm." ”

Zhugu Sampo gritted his teeth and said, "Since that's the case, then I'll let you make three moves!"

"That's what you said, don't regret it. You're ready, I'll hit you on the left side of the face with my first move. Saying that, the honest monk's right fist hit out with his chest, which was exactly a move of the sixteenth style of the tiger "Tiger Roaring Mountain Forest".

Seeing that this punch was fierce, the move was mediocre, and there were no other changes, so he hurriedly stretched out his arm to block it. How do you know that the honest monk suddenly turned his fist into a palm, only to hear the sound of "snap", although Zhugu Sangpo blocked the arm of the honest monk, but the palm force was really slapped in the face, and a blood-red slap mark appeared on the face. Zhugu Sangpo was horrified, he had been practicing "Flying Lotus Divine Skill" for decades, and even if he had a thousand catties of strength on his body, he couldn't hurt his flesh and skin. Unexpectedly, the honest monk's understatement slapped him, which made him feel a hot pain.

"What kind of kung fu are you?"

"The little monk is stupid and has only learned a set of introductory kung fu in this temple - Fuhu Sixteen Styles. ”

"Fuhu Sixteen Styles?" Zhugu Sangpo was in doubt, only to hear the honest monk say loudly: "I'll hit you on the right side of the face with my second move." ”

When the words fell, the applause rang out, and Zhugu Sangbo slapped another palm on his face.

"Let's do it slowly!" Zhugu Sangpo glared at the honest monk and said sharply: "Why did you hit the left cheek again, didn't you say that the second palm hit the right cheek, can you still be a little honest!"

"I'm really sorry, I said it wrong......" The honest monk apologized very seriously.

I'm going to fuck your uncle! That's too much bullying.

Zhugu Zangpo cried out in his heart, but he didn't dare to say it.

"Right cheek!" With a shout, the honest monk struck out another move, still a move Tiger Roaring Mountain Forest. Zhugu Sangpo didn't dodge the first two palms, including the element of underestimating the enemy, but in the latter palm, he had been extremely careful, but he still didn't dodge. Only then did he realize that he was by no means the opponent of the little monk.

The invincible Zhugu Zangpo was so vulnerable in front of the honest monk. The monks of Cheng'en Temple were stunned, and everyone looked at the scene in front of them with puzzled faces.

The honest monk stopped attacking and said with a smile: "We are all monks with ideals and pursuits, and we don't necessarily have to rely on force to solve problems, do you say?"

If you don't agree, you will continue to be beaten. Zhugu Zangpo was not stupid and nodded hurriedly.

"If this is the attitude of the Venerable Master, I think we can talk about it. The honest monk thought for a while and continued: "This first thing, you have to repent in front of the Buddha, admit your mistakes, and be a good monk who does not slander others indiscriminately, can you do it?"

Zhugu Sangpo's Adam's apple squirmed, and he was about to open his mouth and pull the muscles on his face, and there was a burst of pain, so he could only nod again.

"Yes, I'm happy with your cooperation. This second thing, tell me, why are you slandering my master?"

"I can't say it, and I'm forced to do it. Zhugu Sampo said in a low voice.

"As a last resort?" the honest monk sneered. "It seems that you do have unspeakable troubles. Am I supposed to forgive you for being forced to do so, even if you don't have peace for my master?"

"This little monk speaks so harshly, not at all like a monk. Zhugu Zangpo thought to himself. "I can't really say. ”

"Okay, let's put this condition aside first, and talk about the third one first. The honest monk stared at Zhugu Sangpo and asked sharply, "How did you know that my master was about to pass away?"

Zhugu Zangpo still didn't speak.

"Do you think that I don't like to be hands-on, and I prefer to be reasonable, so I have no fear?" the honest monk raised his slap and said with a sigh.

"I can't say!"

"Knocking on the mountain and shaking the tiger, pulling out the teeth from the tiger's mouth, breaking the tiger and stabbing the tiger......" The honest monk took turns to unfold a set of sixteen styles of the tiger. Zhugu Sangpo saw every movement of the honest monk clearly, but he couldn't prevent it, so he simply went to the ground and shouted: "You fight, even if you kill me, I can't say it." ”

Yongwan has been fighting for a long time, and seeing that Zhugu Sangpo is so embarrassed, he can't bear it in his heart, and he said loudly: "Senior brother, stop." ”

Zhugu Sangpo felt a sense of joy that he was finally liberated, and hurriedly got up from the ground and saluted: "Thank you, senior brother." ”

Yongshen sighed softly and said, "The blessed land of Cheng'en Temple is not enough to keep good guests, so please take care of yourself." ”

The honest monk was unwilling, and hurriedly said: "Senior brother, there are still many doubts in this matter......

Before he finished speaking, Yongshen's face sank and said, "Don't say more, I have made up my mind." ”

The honest monk shook his head helplessly, bowed down and responded, "Yes." ”

Yongshen walked up to Yongjue and said, "Senior Brother Yongjue, do you think this matter is handled like this, is it appropriate?"

Yongjue clasped his hands together: "Amitabha, good, good!"

Yongshen disbanded the monks, and only Yongjue, Yongming, and honest monks were left in the courtyard. Yong Shen said: "Uncle Xingdian secretly learned the two scriptures of Yi Jin and washed the marrow back then, but I am afraid that there will be many misunderstandings, and I hope that the senior brother will learn clearly." ”

"The old monk is ashamed!" Yongjue looked repentant.

The four of them passed through the Daxiong Treasure Hall, turned to the left, and entered the Bodhi Temple. In the Bodhi Hall, the old monk sat cross-legged. The honest monk stooped over to him, only to see that his face was like dry bones, and he had no muscles except for a burnt yellow face. This is the result of the old monk's practice of dead wood meditation exercises, such as dead wood and stones, like cold ashes and dead fire.

The honest monk said softly: "Old monk, I'm back." ”