Monks don't have to produce, but they still have to eat, so the temples have temple properties, and they are even very rich, no less than ordinary landlords. If you have a temple property, you have to have someone to protect it, especially in times of war, so there are warrior monks in the slightly larger temples.

The most famous warrior monk is, of course, the monk of Shaolin Temple, and the story of the thirteen stick monks begging the king of Tang is widely circulated.

The so-called warrior monks are just some young monks selected from the temple to be sturdy and flexible, as a variety of Buddhist affairs, preaching scriptures to maintain order, and solve emergencies. To put it bluntly, they are part-time security guards at the temple.

Of course, such a person can't talk about a master, and the only one who really has martial arts is Zhigao, who is the leader.

Zhigao was about forty years old, with a strong figure, a rough face, a beard, two broom-like eyebrows, and a big belly, although he was bareheaded, he didn't look like a monk, but like a bandit with a shaved head.

The martial arts field is not a martial arts field in the usual concept. There are various fields in the temple, the place where the scriptures are preached is called the Dharma field, and the place where vegetables are planted is called the garden field. The martial arts field of the temple is an open space in the garden, and more than a dozen young and strong monks are practicing martial arts under the command of Zhigao.

Li Zaixing came to the sidelines, put his hands behind his back, looked at it twice, then pursed his lips and smiled disdainfully. Then he walked to the gazebo on the side, sat down on his own, crossed his legs, and kicked the teapot on the stone table.

With a "pop" sound, the teapot shattered, and the tea soup spilled on the ground.

The atmosphere in the martial arts arena suddenly froze. Zhigao, who was instructing martial arts practice, lowered his face and glared angrily at Li Zaixing.

As soon as Li Zaixing appeared, Zhigao paid attention to him. Seeing that Li Zaixing was tall and had a solid step, he couldn't help but feel a little apprehensive. I wanted to come up and bombard him away, but then looked at the little monk Zhiyuan who was following behind Li Zaixing, and knew that this person was not an ordinary person, so I had to hold back and pretend not to see him. However, his forbearance did not bring peace, and Li Zaixing took the initiative to provoke.

He couldn't pretend not to see it anymore, otherwise, he wouldn't be able to mix in the Bodhi Temple in the future.

Zhishen's eyes swept away, and a young monk in his twenties jumped out first, shouting: "Where did the wild man come from, he actually dared to ...... in Bodhi Temple"

As he spoke, he rushed towards Li Zaixing with a wooden stick, picked up the wooden stick in his hand and smashed it. Before the words fell, Li Zaixing, who was originally sitting with his legs crossed and leaning on the pillar, suddenly jumped up, fell to the ground, his legs formed a lunge, his left arm drew half a circle, snatched his wooden stick with his hand, and hit the young monk with a "whew" with his right fist, hitting the young monk's chest.

With a "bang", the young monk's angry scolding stopped abruptly, and the body that rushed forward flew out like a paper kite with a broken thread, poured out more than a zhang away, and fell to the ground with a loud "plop", covering his chest with his hands, and blood overflowing from the corners of his mouth.

Everyone was surprised, and Zhigao was also taken aback, and his eyebrows couldn't help but raise. He glanced at the two monks beside him, took a breath, and his bulging belly suddenly shrank. The two monks were quick and immediately grabbed his trousers, and at the same time gathered their belts and strangled his big belly. As soon as the belt was put away, Zhigao, who was obviously very bloated, immediately became a little more shrewd and capable, like a burly and strong man.

He stretched out his hand and took a wooden stick, glared angrily at Li Zaixing, who came over, and shouted in a deep voice: "Zhiyuan, who is this distinguished guest and what does it mean?" ”

Zhiyuan took a step forward and arched his hand with a smile: "Senior brother, this is the personal disciple of Sokcho Master." ”

"Sokcho-master's disciple?" Zhi Gaoqiang squeezed out a smile: "It turned out to be Uncle Juehui's junior brother, why is he dressed as a layman?" ”

"You don't have to ask me what I'm dressed for." Li Zaixing was not interested in being polite with him, so he waved and said bluntly: "You trained these people to protect the safety of the temple when something happened, and what you have to deal with is nothing more than some ranger scoundrels who will have trouble in the future." You treat me as such a person now, and do everything you can to get me out. ”

"This ...... Not quite right? The corners of Zhigao's mouth were lightly raised, and his words were sarcastic: "After all, you are not a scoundrel, in case I hurt you, how can I explain to Uncle Juehui?" ”

Li Zaixing secretly sneered in his heart, and said in his heart that this Zhigao was nominally Juehui's subordinate, but he didn't have any respect for Juehui, so he actually called him by his name, and it wasn't a day or two to think about it. In that case, there is no need to show mercy. He came today to snatch the management of the warrior monk from this wise master.

"You don't have to worry about that." Li Zaixing held a stick in one hand and hid behind him, and pointed at those warrior monks with the other: "Are you going to fight alone, or let them go together?" ”

Zhigao sneered: "You think you're a scoundrel at your feet, but you can't really be a scoundrel at your feet." It's up to the poor road to ask the foot for advice. ”

"It's fine." Li Zaixing smiled, threw the wooden stick in his hand aside, and clapped his palm: "Then I'll point at you with my bare fingers." ”

Zhigao is angry and happy. Juehui sent Li Zaixing to make trouble, naturally Li Zaixing has a bit of martial arts, and judging from the fact that he beat one of his cronies to vomit blood with a blow just now, his martial arts are not weak. According to his original intention, of course, he would go together and win more, but if he really did this, he would lose face, so although he was not sure, he could only fight Li Zaixing alone. Now Li Zaixing is trusting the big man, and he actually wants to fight him with his bare hands, which not only gives him a chance, but also shows that this person is arrogant and thinks very highly of himself.

In this way, if he is defeated, it will be difficult for him to stay in the temple anymore, and Juehui will steal chickens and rice.

Zhigao took a step back, clenched the wooden stick in his hand with both hands, and the corners of his mouth were crooked: "It's better to be respectful than to obey, please!" ”

Li Zaixing looked at Zhigao, took half a step forward, his body was slightly sideways, and his left hand beckoned at Zhigao: "Come on!" ”

Before his words fell, Zhigao suddenly attacked, roared, and stabbed Li Zaixing in the chest with a wooden stick. Judging by his attack stance, this is not a stick technique at all, but a spear technique, or rather, a spear technique. But when Li Zaixing came, he taught those warrior monks not spearmanship, but stick skills.

The gun picks a line, and the stick hits a large area, and the spear technique and the stick technique are fundamentally two kinds of martial arts, and the power is also not the same. It can be said that the martial arts displayed by Zhigao at this moment are by no means as useless as his appearance seems. Not only is he not weak in martial arts, but he is also not stupid, and he is even very cunning, which is far from his appearance.

If he was facing an ordinary ranger swordsman and was deceived by his previous disguise, I am afraid that he would not be able to survive a round at this moment, and he would lose with a blue nose and swollen eyes, and he would be defeated.

It's a pity that he is facing Li Zaixing, who is a man of two lifetimes.

Li Zaixing never despises his opponents. Since Zhigao can occupy such an important position in the temple, he can make Juehui helpless, naturally not only because of the trust of the throne, but also because he himself is extraordinary, so that Juehui can't find someone who can replace him. What's more, he also showed his hand just now, sucking up his huge belly and becoming lighter. This shows that his belly is not full of fat, this person's waist strength is extraordinary, and he usually has a big belly just to hide people's eyes. At this moment, he was not surprised to see Zhigao's sharp marksmanship that only existed in the army.

In the face of Zhigao's onslaught, Li Zaixing did not retreat. He is not Li Bai, he lacks self-confidence when he encounters a strong enemy, and he retires to protect himself later. When encountering a strong enemy, he will still attack.

He lifted his right leg and stepped towards Jigao's left front.

The wooden stick in Zhi's hand almost grazed his neck.

Li Zaixing's left hand was erected, and he quickly grabbed Zhigao's left hand, and his right fist smashed into Zhigao's front without any fancy. Zhigao stabbed the air with a stick, and was snatched into the empty door by Li Zaixing, knowing that it was not good, he retreated sharply, but Li Zaixing buckled his left hand and couldn't get out. He let out a loud shout without thinking, turned to the left, released the wooden stick with his right hand, clenched his fist, and met Li Zaixing's fist with one punch.

There was a "bang" sound, and the two fists intersected.

Although both of them used fists, Li Zaixing came prepared, but he responded in a hurry, and his left hand was held by Li Zaixing, even if he had enough waist strength to turn left, he couldn't go all out, and his strength was seriously insufficient, and he couldn't completely dissolve Li Zaixing's strength.

Li Zaixing's fist smashed hard into his face through his fist.

Zhigao's eyes were dark, and he was hit by a fist, although he stood very steadily, and the lower plate did not move, but he was hit on the head, and he involuntarily leaned back, and Venus appeared in front of him. Before he could come to his senses, Li Zaixing's left foot slid forward half a step forward, inserted between his legs, and hit his knee hard, hitting his inner thigh hard.

There was a crisp "click", and Zhigao took a step back. The thigh bone of his right leg has been broken by Li Zaixing, unable to support his body, and his heart and lungs hurt as soon as he moved, and the severe pain made him unable to control himself, and let out a scream like killing a pig.

"Ahh He rolled on the ground, his shiny monk's robes covered in dust and embarrassed.

Everyone was stunned.

No one expected Zhigao to lose so quickly, and he didn't even survive a round. No one thought that Zhigao would be defeated so badly, and he was broken by Li Zaixing in a single face, and fell to the ground crying wolf.

"You ......" Li Zaixing didn't look at Zhigao at all, and stretched out his finger to point at those warrior monks: "Let's go together!" ”

The warrior monks looked at each other, and no one dared to step forward. Although they don't know what Zhigao's martial arts are, there is no doubt that they are stronger than them. Zhigao didn't survive a round, so how could they be Li Zaixing's opponents. What's more, Li Zaixing is Juehui's junior brother, and the trouble he came to fight Zhigao today is a fight between the high-level leaders in the temple, what does it have to do with them ordinary monks, why should they stand up for Zhigao.

Even Zhigao's cronies, weighing their own abilities at this moment, did not dare to come forward to attack.

Li Zaixing had expected it, he just glanced at it, and he knew what these people were capable of. The reason why Zhigao has such a heavy hand is that he wants to solve the battle cleanly, and secondly, he wants to give them a deterrent and make them dare not act rashly.

"Poor martial arts and weak courage, how can such a person bear the heavy responsibility of protecting the temple?" Li Zaixing glanced at Zhigao, who had already rolled into a clay figure: "Zhigao, you have no way to teach, and you are misleading people and temples." ”

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*Note: The monks of the Tang Dynasty claimed not to be the "poor monks" of later generations, but to call themselves "poor monks" like Taoist priests