I didn't speak there, I just copied the bench and went up, but, the group of young men and women who sang were all empty and imposing people, and when they saw people rushing up, they panicked all of a sudden, and they didn't organize an effective defense, and the wine bottle didn't dare to smash it out at all, and they blocked the bench in vain, and those girls ran away with more direct screams, seven or eight people were slapped to the ground a few times and hummed, and the girls were better, and the people here still knew that they couldn't beat women, as for the man who sang, he was caught by a group of people and pressed to the ground。 Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"Amitabha, a society governed by the rule of law, are all good sons and daughters of China, and it is not good to fight. The monk who sat in the middle of the two groups of people recited the Buddha's name, smiled slightly, and said, "It's better for everyone to look at my face, don't fight, we are a family, we must love each other." ”

The bar was very noisy, DJ sounds, noisy noises, the two sides fought and shouted angrily, deafening, but strangely, the monk didn't speak loudly, but every word, every word was steadily sent into everyone's ears.

"Damn, where did the wild monk come from, and he dared to take care of our affairs. "A group of people who won the fight grabbed a chair and walked towards the monk.

He felt that the monk must be in the same group as that group of people.

The monk sat with a smile, clasped his hands together, and looked at the man quietly.

"Die!" The man probably came out to mix, and he didn't know how heavy his shot was, so he lifted his chair and smashed it the monk's head.

The "bang" chair was torn apart, and the monk was unharmed.

"If you hit me, it can make you angry, then the little monk would rather be beaten by you. The monk's face did not change, his hands were folded, and the Dharma looked at the man solemnly, "The Buddha has sacrificed his life to feed the tiger, and the little monk is not as good as the Buddha, but he is also willing to use his weak body to resolve the grudge between the two of you." ”

"Damn, you're insane. The man was also shocked, looked at the half of the chair in his hand, and didn't expect the monk's head to be so hard, and the chair fell down, and there was nothing at all.

"Iron head work. Qinglong, Baihu and the others were taken aback, they were taught ancient martial arts by Li Xiang, and after more than a year of diligent study and hard training, they had become masters of ancient martial arts, and they could see at a glance that this young monk should not be underestimated.

Li Xiang smiled, took a sip of beer, and said, "You guys are underestimating this monk." ”

Qinglong asked, "Big brother, isn't he practicing the 'Iron Head Gong'?"

Li Xiang shook his head and said, "The 'Iron Head Gong' is only a part of the practice, but this monk is so hard that even the Heavenly Spirit Cover is so hard, and the 'Iron Head Gong' can't be practiced." ”

Baihu said: "Then what kind of magic skill is he practicing?"

Li Xiang's eyes showed a scorching light, and he said word by word: "Shaolin's 'King Kong is not bad'." ”

"What?" Qinglong, Baihu and others were shocked, Shaolin's "King Kong is not bad magic skill" they have also heard of, that is the first magic skill of Buddhism's defense, and after cultivating the "King Kong is not bad magic skill", any sharp attack can not break through its defense.

Xuanwu was stunned and said, "Could it be that he is a Shaolin disciple?"

"That's definitely right, and besides, he is still a disciple of Shaolin. Li Xiang stood up and said to Qinglong, Baihu and the others, "Go over and take a look." ”

The group walked over, and Li Xiang put the beer bottle in front of the monk, pulled up a chair, and sat next to the monk.

As for those two groups of people, Qinglong will deal with it, and he doesn't need to make a move.

"What are you doing? What are you messing with?" As soon as Qinglong came up, his eyes widened, and he had a bloodthirsty murderous aura, plus the three of White Tiger, Vermilion Bird, and Xuanwu, the murderous aura was soaring, and neither of the two groups of people who were shocked dared to move.

The white tiger shouted angrily: "Dare to make trouble in our bar, don't you want to die?" rolled up his sleeves, revealing his strong and explosive muscles.

"Amitabha, they are all students, if there is anything that offends you, please bear with me. I really have anger in my heart, and you can vent it at me. The young monk clasped his hands together and hurriedly excused others.

"You monk, it's a bit interesting, they just treated you like that, and you, you still want to help them, I really don't know if you are stupid, or you have gained the Tao, and you want to learn from the Buddha and purify all sentient beings. Li Xiang said with a smile.

The monk said: "The duty of the people in the Buddhist sect is to purify all sentient beings, the Buddha said, I don't go to hell, who goes to hell!"

Li Xiang nodded and said, "It makes sense, little master, what's your name?"

The monk hurriedly said: "The little monk Dharma is called the Four Treasures, and the master said that the Four Treasures are the treasures that gather in all directions and protect all living beings. ”

"Four Treasures...... Well, the French number is good. Li Xiang waved his hand and said to Qinglong, "Just let them go." ”

"Yes, big brother. Qinglong directly asked the little brother who was watching the scene to drive these two groups of people out.

Li Xiang saw Sibao's eyes, from beginning to end, staring at the table in the dim corner in front of him.

There were four people at that table, two men and two women, both in their thirties.

The four of them ordered a few cases of beer, sat quietly in the corner and drank, as long as they did not harass what was happening in the outside world, it had nothing to do with them.

"Are you a Shaolin disciple?" Li Xiang took a sip of wine, glanced at Qinglong, and glanced at the four people in the dim corner, Qinglong understood, and sat not far from the four of them very casually from different directions with Baihu, Suzaku, and Xuanwu, so that the back roads of the four people were blocked.

Sibao glanced at Li Xiang in surprise, as if he didn't expect that Li Xiang would see the origin of his teacher, nodded and said, "Yes, the little monk is from Shaolin." Donor, how did you tell that the little monk was a Shaolin disciple?"

Li Xiang smiled and said: "Not only do I know that you are a Shaolin disciple, but also, I also know that your master has a high status in Shaolin, I'm afraid, Shaolin's current 'Yong' generation is his junior, isn't it?"

Sibao was even more surprised, looked at Li Xiang in a daze, and said, "Donor, how do you know?"

Li Xiang smiled even more happily, this four treasures seem to have just come from Shaolin to this rolling red dust, for many people do not know much about the world, there is a kind of simplicity in the honest character, which makes people like it very much, and said with a smile: "Your 'King Kong is not bad', but Shaolin's supreme magic skill, it is said that Shaolin has long been lost." ”

The Four Treasures were silent.

Li Xiang continued: "However, as far as I know, the 'King Kong is not bad divine skill' has not been lost, but as the supreme divine skill of Buddhism, not everyone can practice, and Shaolin has always been passed down from one generation to another. In the entire Shaolin, only one person can practice this divine skill, and after that, this person will find a disciple to inherit it, and then pass it on from generation to generation, am I right?"

Sibao nodded and said, "Yes, this is a Shaolin rule, and no one can break it." The master has accepted three disciples, but I am the only one who can get the inheritance of this divine skill. ”

Li Xiang said, "Oh, what do you call your master's name?"

Sibao shook his head and said, "I'm sorry, the little monk went down the mountain, and the master repeatedly warned him that when he entered the red dust experience, he had to start from the beginning, and he must not report to the master's number." ”

Li Xiang shrugged his shoulders and said indifferently: "Okay, your master let you go down the mountain to practice, didn't he?"

Sibao said "um" and said, "By the way, investigate my senior brother, ten years ago, the senior brother went down the mountain and never went back." Moreover, the senior brother also stole the Master's 'Washing the Pulp Sutra', which is the inheritance of Buddhism, and the Master ordered me to find the senior brother and bring back the 'Washing the Pulp Sutra'. ”

"'Washing the marrow Sutra'!" Li Xiang heard this name, and couldn't help but change his expression, Shaolin has three classics, known as the most beautiful martial arts treasure in the history of Shaolin, and there are many martial arts inheritances in the world, but no matter which faction of martial arts inheritance, its principle cannot escape the scope of the Shaolin Three Classics.

The first scripture of Shaolin is the "Jiuyang True Scripture" practiced by Li Xiang.

The second classic of Shaolin, that is, Shaolin's Zhenpai mastery "Yijin Sutra".

As for the third scripture of Shaolin, it is the "Washing the Pulp Sutra" that has washed the marrow and changed the bones, and won the world and creation.

These three classics, together with the "Tai Chi Principle", together constitute the brilliant Chinese martial arts.

Therefore, Li Xiang was also surprised when he heard that the Four Treasures were here to find the "Washing the Marrow Sutra", which shows that the master of the Four Treasures must be the best person in Shaolin.

Who is it?

Li Xiang saw that Sibao was still staring at the table in the dim corner, and smiled, "Do you have a grudge against them?"

Sibao shook his head and said, "No." ”

"Then why are you spying on them?"

"Because, they will learn Shaolin martial arts. ”

Li Xiang laughed and said: "Shaolin martial arts is the source of martial arts in the world, and disciples are all over the world, and they will make a few moves of Shaolin martial arts, which is a very common thing!"

Sibao still shook his head and said, "No, what they will do is not ordinary Shaolin martial arts, but the master's lineage." ”

"Do you think that these four people are your senior brother's disciples?" Li Xiang asked with interest.

"Yes. Sibao nodded.

At this time, the four people in the dim corner also saw that the atmosphere was not right, the position where the four people of Qinglong and Baihu were sitting happened to block their retreat, looking at these four people, their breath was very thick, and their eyes were faintly shining, all of them were masters of ancient martial arts.

So, the four of them stopped drinking and got up to leave.

Sibao suddenly stood up, blocked the four of them, and said coldly: "Say, where is Pudu?"

"What is Pudu or not, Lao Tzu doesn't know, get out. A man said coldly, suddenly struck out and punched Sibao.

After such a distance, you can still feel the cold fist wind.

Li Xiang was stunned, but he didn't expect that the martial arts cultivation of these four people was not weak, and they all already had the cultivation in the early stage of Xuanji.

"Amitabha. Sibao made a move, and with a fluttering palm, he couldn't see any fancy, but as soon as the man met Sibao's palm power, the person screamed "ah", and his right hand hung down softly.

Obviously, the man suffered a big loss in the palm competition just now.

"Damn, stinky monk, look for death. Another man, pulling out his pistol, wanted to shoot Sibao.

Sibao didn't know how powerful the pistol was, so he used his palm to block the muzzle. (To be continued.) )