The sweeping monk outside the Puyu Temple was sweeping away the fallen leaves over and over again, and suddenly saw a strong man walking through the mountain gate. △，

"Dare to ask the donor for any advice?" His body moved, and he was already in front of the comer, and his hands were folded.

The visitor seemed to think that his question was very stupid and ridiculous, and he really laughed out loud without concealment.

"You monk is so strange, I naturally came to worship the Buddha with incense, I don't have such a look, no wonder you are just a sweeping monk at such an age."

The sweeping monk is indeed not young anymore, with a long beard and a faint and old face. It's just that although others are old, but the body still refuses to be old, his back is still straight, his arm is still very powerful every time he wields a broom, his eyes are also very good, at a glance it can be seen that although the person's martial arts are average, but the light skills are superior, his mind is better than his eyes, just imagine a person with martial arts without incense and candles, full of anger but keep saying that he comes to the temple to worship the Buddha, what good things can he do?

"Poor monks are not old, and not only young monks can be sweeping monks." He said lightly.

He could see so much in an instant and come up with so much, it was indeed not too old, but he seemed to be old and confused again, because after he said this, he turned sideways and got out of the way.

Now people think it's strange.

"You're going to let me in?"

The sweeping monk said: "Since the donor is here to worship the Buddha, why can't he go in?" The donor of the good religion knows that the master of our temple, Master Shishan, will give lectures in the Daxiong Treasure Hall every day, and if the donor wants to listen, don't go to the wrong place. ”

He seemed to be kind enough to remind him of this. Then he turned around and continued to sweep the floor with a broom, as if what the next thing the visitor was going to do was none of his business.

The person who came looked at his back and muttered for a moment, and the hand hanging by his side was tightened, but there was no movement, and he only strode into the gate of Puyu Temple.

The silent figure of the sweeping monk faded away behind him.

"It seems that the young master is right, this temple is full of masters! Even a sweeping monk can't be underestimated. The visitor turned the corridor and muttered to himself.

This person is none other than Deng Babai, who was ordered to save people.

The hall of the Great Majesty is already in sight.

He suddenly remembered what the sweeping monk had just said, and the person who was now chanting the scriptures inside was probably the most powerful master in this temple.

He paused, turned and stepped onto another corridor.

Although he likes to kill, he doesn't just know how to kill. Killing people often requires brains, too. Otherwise, you might put yourself in it.

Now he hasn't rescued the monk yet, and he can't startle the snake yet.

He turned out of the corridor, walked down the steps, and stopped in front of the ancient banyan road. Look around alertly. There was no one around. The figure jerked up and jumped onto the banyan tree.

He is as muscular as a tiger, but his movements are as agile as those of a cat. Leaping on the branches of the banyan trees, the sound of the wind brought by Yijue was all hidden in the rustle of leaves.

Sure enough, a thatched house appeared at the end of the ancient banyan road.

The thatched hut looked vulnerable, as if a gust of wind could knock it down. But Deng Babai can't despise it because it looks simple and ordinary, to be precise, he can't despise the people in the thatched house.

He didn't know how many masters were hidden in the thatched hut, because the clown who had provided him with the news of the temple had never been allowed to enter the thatched hut.

The only thing that is certain is that the imprisoned good ones are indeed locked up inside.

Deng Babai cat reached out on the branch of the banyan tree, broke off a thin branch, and suddenly exerted force, throwing the thin branch vigorously towards the thatched house.

Twigs shoot like arrows into the hut.

"Who?" There was a loud shout from the hut, and then a shirtless monk jumped out of the hut.

One? Deng Babai squinted his eyes, but did not answer, and with a force on his wrist, he shot out another branch.

He seemed to want the branch to shoot through the monk's throat in the same way that it had shot through the hut.

But the thatched hut is dead, the warrior monk is alive, and it is a little whimsical that he wants to succeed lightly.

The warrior monk had already seen the branches flying towards him, and he had also seen the people hiding in the trees.

He snorted, clenched his palms into fists, and struck out suddenly, and the branch shattered before it touched his fist, turning into a puff of smoke and dust in front of him.

A sturdy leg suddenly burst through the smoke and kicked him hard in the chest.

The warrior monk clutched his chest and took a sharp step back, looking at the big man in front of him in disbelief.

"It's kind of a tough one." Deng Babai smiled, stretched out a hand to him, and bent his palm defiantly, "Come on!" Accompany you Grandpa Deng and I warm up. ”

A look of anger arose on the monk's face, pursed his lips, and raised his fist to meet him.

Deng Babai's body leaped up, turned around in the air, bent his knees and knelt his shoulders.

"The little monk can only play fists? It's really boring. ”

The warrior monk's fist jerked back, turning it into a claw, reaching out to clamp his knees.

"Want to change your moves now? It's late! Deng Babai laughed, his knees slammed hard, and with a turn of his body, he turned the face of the warrior monk to the back!

The monk's hand was on his knee, and he hung down weakly.

Deng Babai sneered, jumped up again, and landed on the ground lightly.

The body of the warrior monk who was killed by a blow collapsed, his chest was against the ground, but his face was facing up, which was really weird.

There was such a loud movement outside the thatched hut that the people in the thatched hut didn't even make a sound as if they hadn't heard anything.

Deng Babai sneered and lifted the corpse of the warrior monk on the ground, and slammed it towards the door of the thatched hut.

"Come one, I'll kill one of Grandpa Deng! Who's going to die next? ”

The door of the thatched hut opened and closed suddenly, and in an instant, a warrior monk appeared at the door, took the corpse of his companion and sent it to the house, and stood in front of the thatched hut quickly.

"The little monk came to teach the donor's skills." He folded his hands.

Deng Babai nodded slightly, "You're good." It looks a little stronger than the monk just now. ”

"Please ask the donor to help!" The warrior monk said lightly, and Deng Babai's face changed slightly.

When this warrior monk said the first three words, his body had already shot towards Deng Babai like an arrow, and when he finished speaking, his hand knife had already stabbed Deng Babai's chest!

If the person in front of him was not Deng Babai, I am afraid that person would have been killed with one move.

But the person in front of him is none other than Deng Babai, who is destined not to succeed lightly.

Deng Babai subconsciously leaned back as early as when he stabbed with his knife, avoiding this fatal blow.

"Good! It turns out that there are treacherous and cunning people among the monks! He yelled. At the moment when the warrior monk regained his momentum, his body pounced forward and he was short. swept his legs and attacked the monk directly.

This warrior monk is not an ordinary person, one sideways, lightly avoided this move.

Deng Babai laughed angrily. "Interesting. It's really funny. ”

He said it was funny. The killing intent on the face is getting heavier and heavier, and the shot is even more killing!

The warrior monk was able to do it at first, but gradually became a little inadequate.

His kung fu is good. But it is too rigid, in the Luohan Hall, the drill of the wooden stake at a glance, where can it compare to the murderous tricks that Deng Babai fought on the rivers and lakes?

After a few back and forth, Deng Babai raised his leg in mid-air and kicked the warrior monk's head hard.

The warrior monk couldn't bear this strength, so his knees weakened, and he fell to the ground again, and he was so angry.

Deng Babai is another one-footed decision.

At this time, if Yu Shenghong and his wife were here and saw this scene with their own eyes, I am afraid they would not be surprised.

Tao Sanniang once ridiculed Deng Babai for having no other skills except running fast, and compared him with brutes. But how can Deng Babai be able to crisscross the rivers and lakes with a pair of legs just because of his outstanding achievements? In the bun shop that day, although Deng Babai lost, it was true that it was because of the two of them who cheated, and secondly, it may not be because Deng Babai had the intention to hide his true strength!

The dead warrior monk was still thrown at the door of the thatched hut by Deng Babai.

The hut was silent, and no monk came out to retrieve the corpse of his companion.

Is there no living person left in the thatched hut today?

Deng Babai frowned, looked at the corpse of the dead warrior monk in front of the thatched house, and pondered for a moment, whether it was a big stride towards the thatched house.

"I didn't expect that the old thief sent two people to guard Zhenshan." He laughed and reached out to push open the door of the thatched hut.

Suddenly, two wooden sticks hit his head, and Deng Babai didn't seem to have time to dodge, so he actually suffered two smacks alive.

The two warrior monks behind the door were stunned for a moment, and then showed an angry look on their faces.

Deng Babai laughed loudly, threw aside the corpse of the warrior monk who was holding Fang Cai as a meat shield in his hand, and sighed: "It's all said that the family is compassionate, I think it's all, you can even kill the corpse of the same brother who has died, and those two sticks are only afraid that they will knock his soul apart." ”

"The donor is killing in front of the Buddha and still speaking wildly, aren't you afraid that the Buddha will blame you?" A warrior monk raised his eyebrows and said angrily.

Deng Babai looked up and laughed, "How did the Buddha blame me?" I just want to be happy in this life, who cares about being a pig and a dog in the next life? ”

"Besides, how much better can you be than me? A dignified monk can even make such a sneaky and despicable method as a secret arrow to hurt people! He snorted disdainfully, and his afterglow swept slightly over the thatched hut.

There was no one in the thatched hut except for the two warrior monks holding wooden sticks and the two corpses of the warrior monks in front of him.

Isn't Zhenshan here? Or was it hidden by these two monks?

Deng Babai frowned and said coldly: "If you tell the whereabouts of Master Zhenshan, I will let you live." If not, you'll end up like the two of them! ”

The two warrior monks glanced at each other, and then looked at the corpses of their fellow disciples on the ground, with a somewhat frightened expression.

"Is that true?" One of the warrior monks cautiously confirmed.

"Grandpa Deng, if I have a lie, I will call you grandfathers!" Deng Babai sneered.

"Shall we, then?" The two warrior monks looked hesitant, but they only looked at each other, as if they hoped that the other would speak first.

Deng Babai was impatient to wait for them to discuss, and only urged in a cold voice: "If you want to say it, where are there so many crooked intestines?" ”

"That's good!" The warrior monk who had just spoken seemed to have finally made up his mind, gritted his teeth vigorously, reached out and pointed to a small door in the hut, and said, "Master Shishan locked Master Zhenshan there. ”

"Oh." Deng Babai nodded, "You know each other very well, so you should all run for your lives!" ”

"Thank you for the donor's grace not to kill." The two warrior monks breathed a sigh of relief and folded their hands in thanks.

Deng Babai laughed, turned around and walked towards the small door.

The two low-eyed warrior monks behind him glanced at each other, their eyes were full of murderous intent, and they waved their sticks in unison and hit Deng Babai's head.

Deng Babai seemed to have eyes on the back of his head, turned over suddenly, sandwiched the two oncoming wooden sticks between his legs, and with one force, he broke the two wooden sticks into two!

"Look for death!" He let out a loud shout, raising his leg and kicking the two warrior monks in the chest.

The two warrior monks stumbled backwards, crashing through the thatched hut and flying straight out of the house.

The thatched house was crumbling, Deng Babai snorted coldly, and he didn't care about settling accounts with the two warrior monks at the moment, so he only flew to the small door and kicked hard.

There was only a small mound of dirt outside the small door.

"What a guts! How dare you lie to me! He angrily swept his leg at the thatched hut.

The thatched hut finally fell apart, and the two warrior monks who fled in a hurry glanced back, and suddenly the three souls were so frightened that they lost their seven spirits, and they only fled forward even harder.

Deng Babai exerted force on his knees, and his body flew towards them, and he had kicked a warrior monk in the back in an instant.

His strength was not small, and the warrior monk spat out a mouthful of blood with a "poof" and fell to the ground fiercely.

The other warrior monk clutched his chest and stared bloodlessly, and even his body froze.

The warrior monk on the ground was still breathing, his eyes were gradually distracted, and his mouth was foaming blood, like a dying fish.

Deng Babai sneered and stomped his head.

Blood shot out along with the brain, and an eye that had not been trampled rolled out in the blood, staring straight at the only monk who was still alive.

The warrior monk suddenly vomited, his trembling hands stuck in his throat, as if he would rather strangle himself to death than face the demon Deng Babai.

Deng Babai watched indifferently as his face gradually turned purple, and finally slowly walked towards him expressionlessly.

The warrior monk's body was shaking, he wanted to die, but the strength in his hand became more and more unable to concentrate, and he began to envy the two warrior monks who died at the beginning, after all, they died quickly.

"You want to die?" Deng Babai sneered.

The warrior monk only felt that he couldn't even breathe, and only nodded subconsciously.

Deng Babai smiled again.

"I just didn't kill you so soon."

The warrior monk's body trembled, and he almost fainted.

Deng Babai suddenly reached out and grabbed the monk's robe on his body and lifted him up.

This warrior monk is tall and strong, but he doesn't feel it hard at all when he lifts it in his hand, it turns out that this warrior monk has lost his spirit, and a person without spirit is always lighter than ordinary people.

Deng Babai easily threw the warrior monk in front of the corpse of the warrior monk who had just been trampled on by him.

The warrior monk lay on the ground, his body trembling with fear.

Deng Babai slowly raised his foot and slowly stepped on his face.

The muscles on the monk's face twitched slightly.

Deng Babai smiled cruelly: "Come, you smell, my boots still have the blood of your fellow disciples, oh, and his brain, you smell it hard, and when I step on your head, if you are still conscious, maybe you can still feel the difference in your brains." ”

The monk's body shuddered and then stopped moving, his eyes wide as if they were meeting the lone eyeball.

He was scared to death!

(To be continued.) )

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