Bang!

With a muffled sound, Wu Ming was smashed into the rock wall, Rao is physique was as strong as him, and he was also dizzy from the shock.

"To be able to cultivate "Iron Cloth Shirt" to such a state, the origin of this Zhilu is probably not simple!"

But with a strong will and a clear eye, I still clearly saw the fight between the two.

Facing the palm shadow that was enough to smash the mountain rocks, Zhilu did not dodge or dodge, and directly carried the burden to meet him head-on.

Seeing such a situation, Zhijun's complexion changed slightly, not only did he not retract his palm, but he became more and more strengthened.

Buzz!

It was different from the golden bell jar that was hit and the clock was ringing, but it was as heavy as the sound of iron stone smashing into the ground, and I saw a pale golden palm print on Zhilu's chest!

In an instant, pale gold and black iron light and shadow burst out, and countless deep scratches were scratched on the ground!

Pedal!

What is shocking is that Zhijun, who is a half-step martial artist, was shocked and took a few steps back, with a shocked face.

And Zhilu, who didn't make a move, just shook slightly, and continued to move forward.

Judge from above!

Of course, it is also ruled out that Zhijun and Wu Ming were injured after fighting, or consumed dramas!

But it is undeniable that Zhilu is powerful!

What made Wu Ming's pupils shrink was that under the feet of his departure, there were a pair of footprints that were inches deep!

Obviously, the palm just now was not as easy as it seemed, and of course it didn't take much effort!

After all, the two buckets of water he carried did not gradually come out at all, which shows that his skills are profound!

"Senior brother's cultivation is profound, he should not be an unknown person, but he is a top 100 master among the lay disciples of the outer court. ”

Zhijun turned sideways slightly, indicating that he would no longer be blocked.

"Sprinkle Zhilu, if the junior brother still wants to act in the name of the Discipline Academy, you can come to me at any time!"

Zhilu's unique thick voice came, and he strode past Zhijun's side and walked away.

"Senior brother misunderstood!"

Zhijun's eyes flashed slightly, and he took another half step back.

"Thank you Senior Brother Zhilu for your help, the little brother will definitely have a good reward!"

Wu Ming shook his sore neck and finished speaking.

Zhilu, who was not far away, heard this, his figure paused slightly, did not stop at all, and disappeared into the mountains and forests in the blink of an eye.

"Donor, let's think about how to get past the current hurdle first!"

Zhijun said in a deep voice.

"Okay, it turns out that you are deliberately finding fault!"

Wu Ming didn't care about Zhilu's coldness at all, he seemed to be smiling, and looked at Zhijun playfully,

"Little monk doesn't understand what you're talking about! Senior Brother Zhilu has left, if you don't want to be suppressed by me, you can ......."

Zhijun obviously didn't intend to let Wu Ming go, his face sank, and before he finished speaking, his eyes froze, and he couldn't go on.

Because, he was locked by an incomparable aura, and instinctively felt the aura of death rushing towards him.

"If you don't want to die in this wilderness to feed wild dogs, just obediently carry water for your uncle!"

I don't know when, Wu Ming pretended to put on the divine arm crossbow, pointed at Zhijun from afar, and sneered.

"Hmph, Hugh is talking nonsense, don't say that this place is Shaolin Temple, even if you kill me, don't let ......"

Zhijun snorted coldly, and tilted his head slightly with disdain.

Shout!

Before he finished speaking, the swarthy arrow flashed away like a meteor, and the incomparably sharp mango flashed against the root of his thigh!

"You...... What do you want to do?"

Zhijun was bluffed, covering his lower body, his face was slightly pale.

Even so, I can still feel the coolness coming from my lower body, just a little bit, and the root of my life is almost gone!

Mo said that the seventh layer of his "Golden Bell Jar", even if it was the ninth layer or even the consummation, such a close distance would not help in front of the divine arm crossbow!

"I think it's not good to kill people, it's too brutal! It's better to strip you naked and throw you in front of the Discipline Academy, I think it will make many Shaolin disciples who have been punished by the Discipline Academy applaud!"

Wu Ming shook his crossbow with his divine arm, and his malicious gaze roamed around Zhijun's body, as if he was thinking about where it would be more convenient to start.

"You...... You ......"

Zhijun was completely stunned, and his tongue was knotted in fright.

I couldn't believe that there would be such a bold person, but when I thought of what I had heard and heard, I couldn't stop being afraid and regretful, and I shouldn't have provoked Wu Ming.

"Hurry up, hurry up, do you want to carry water or be stripped naked and thrown to the precept house to be embarrassed?"

Wu Ming said impatiently.

"I ...... I'll carry water!"

Under the eaves, he had to bow his head, and Zhijun regretted it in his heart, but he could only bow down in front of power.

"That's right, but, for the sake of safety, you have to swear to the Buddha that you will not retaliate against me for this in the future, otherwise, you will not be able to cultivate an inch, and you will enter the Infernal Hell after death!"

Wu Ming nodded with satisfaction, and changed his words.

"Impossible!"

Zhijun suddenly changed color.

If he wants to do this kind of thing, he is already on the verge of enduring, if you want to swear, you might as well kill him!

"Then this will be difficult, it seems that I have to work hard myself, strip you naked and throw you down the mountain, and then carry the water myself!

If you delay any longer, there will be no time to rest!"

Wu Ming was unmoved, and looked up at Tiansedao.

"Hmph, the priest can be killed but not humiliated, the little monk admits today, he can help you carry water, but he will never do anything that insults Buddhism. ”

Zhijun said with a stiff neck.

"Hey, the little monk knows a lot, shouldn't you say that your family doesn't speak?"

Wu Ming looked at Zhijun, who was blushing and thick-necked, and felt quite funny.

It's rare to meet such a stunned young man, if you don't seize the opportunity to tease well, you won't have a chance in the future.

From the abruptness of Zhijun's appearance before, Wu Ming noticed a hint of strangeness, and the intentional or unintentional reminder in Zhilu's words made him conclude that maybe it was someone in the Discipline Academy or other Zen monasteries who saw that he was not pleasing to the eye and provoked Zhijun to find trouble!

As for who, it's hard to guess!

After all, Wu Ming's style of acting is incompatible with Buddhism, and the monks who annoy him don't know how many people there are, it's really hard to judge!

"You...... I will never ...... you when I say I will do it Someone, shot despicable, misbehaved!"

Zhijun didn't seem to know how to scold, and said with a red face.

"Okay, for the sake of your youth and ignorance, I'll let you go today! Why are you going?

Wu Ming put away the divine arm crossbow and shouted with a raised brow.

"I ......"

Zhijun listened to the first half of the sentence and was about to leave, but he didn't expect that he still didn't escape the ordeal of carrying water, so he had to grab the flat burden full of grievances, pick up the bucket and go straight to the secluded pool at the bottom of the mountain.

"Whew...... It's a shame that he's a stunned boy, and if you change your cleverness to hold on, you might get annoyed!"

Wu Ming breathed a sigh of relief, sat down on the ground, and smiled bitterly at his purple-red and swollen wrist like a radish.

As Zhijun said, this is Shaolin Temple, who dares to kill people?

But Wu Ming had a substance-like evil aura on his body, which was too deceptive, so he bluffed Zhijun.

After all, I was scared of his hooligan style before!

No other monk, or even anyone, would have believed that he had the guts!

"Who is bothering me? Is it just that I don't like it, or ......"

While applying ointment and taking a healing pill to stabilize the injuries in his internal organs, Wu Ming pondered silently.

Although the Shaolin Temple has never been willing to see him, its tolerance for him can be said to have always been magnanimous, and it will never make such a small trick.

Therefore, if he is as smart as him, he will never believe that it is the Shaolin Temple that wants to drive him away.

"It seems that the truth of the matter has to fall on the little monk!"

I don't know how long it took, Wu Ming woke up after a period of pranayama, looked at Zhijun who was carrying water and returned, and thought so.

"Don't run, if you dare to run, tomorrow morning, your story will spread throughout the entire Shaolin Temple.

For example, if you steal your sister's clothes at the age of three, and at the age of six, you peek at the neighbor's widow taking a bath, and at the age of nine, you ...... Ahem, until I entered the temple as a monk, I didn't restrain a little!"

Until recently, Wu Ming stretched his waist, said with a mocking face, picked his courage, and walked away.

Zhijun, who was left alone with a pale face and a look of fear and regret in his eyes, was messy in the dark night breeze!

This path is not static, but depends on where the goal of one's mind is.

Wu Ming has walked many times from other places, so naturally he will not let Zhijun carry the water to the precept courtyard, and only pick it up near the place where it is converted, so it is the most effort-saving!

So, in the middle of the night, one of them waited halfway up the mountain, and the other ran down the mountain to fetch water.

It's just that after resting, Wu Ming is not idle, but walks with Zhijun all the way.

Along the way, I inquired from the side.

With his three-inch eloquence, except for the extremely secret things of the Discipline Academy and the Shaolin Temple, Zhijun almost said it.

Of course, during this period, Wu Ming's threat of both soft and hard is indispensable, even if it is a stone, Wu Ming has a way to squeeze out the oil.

Not to mention, a little monk who is not deeply involved in the world and has a rather simple mind!

It's just that he still didn't find out who instigated the little monk to find trouble with his confidant.

Listening to what he said, it seems that he has heard the name of his confidant many times, of course, he is causing trouble in the temple, and the masters in the temple are not able to come forward to teach for some reasons.

So, out of righteous indignation and the mentality of maintaining the rules of Shaolin, Zhijun came to the door on his own.

But how smart Wu Ming is, just from the fact that Zhijun can easily block himself here, he knows that someone must be secretly using methods.

It's just that in the end, I didn't ask why, so I had to give up!

Zhijun is worthy of being a genius warrior monk of the Discipline Academy, even if he fights with Wu Ming and Zhilu one after another, the speed of carrying water is much faster than Wu Mingdu.

In the end, it was completed even an hour earlier than Wu Ming expected!

"None...... Senior brother, this, all the things you said are false, don't talk nonsense!"

When the last load of water was handed over to Wu Ming, Zhijun hesitated and said uneasily.

"Don't worry, I'm a person, I've always been tight-lipped, and I will never talk nonsense!

There is a way, and those who say right and wrong must be right and wrong! Little monk, you are still young, and the road is still long!"

Wu Ming smiled playfully and turned away meaningfully.

In the dark night, its thin back is a little lonely, but it reveals indescribable fortitude!

"Whoever says right and wrong will be right and wrong!"

Zhijun muttered to himself, and it took a long time to come back to his senses, the light in his eyes flashed, and he bowed down to the place where he disappeared, "The nameless senior brother is wise and generous, regardless of the previous suspicions, the little monk bows to thank him for his teachings!"