So, how did the old monk Huiru come here and get mixed up with Ren Yuan. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Monk Huiru went to assassinate the minister Zhao Kai in Bianliang, Tokyo, and lost his hand, and his four disciples lost their lives.

The old monk Huiru and Chai Qigu felt that they had no face to mix in the Tongguan Mansion in Bianliang, Tokyo, so Chai Qigu went to the Dajin National Ning Mansion to borrow troops.

The old monk Huiru no longer wanted to live the life under the fence, so he wanted to rely on his good martial arts to walk the rivers and lakes, trying to open the mountain and set up a cabinet, recruit troops and buy horses, and echo with the jade-faced Rakshasa Chai Qigu, and continue to realize the dream of supporting the Great Zhou Dynasty.

On this day, the old monk Huiru was walking under the peak of this mountain called Motianling, and heard a few broken gongs, and then rushed out of more than 20 little minions and sang the ballad of blocking the road loudly.

Huiru old monk from Bianliang City defeated the flower monk Lu Zhishen, Lei Heng and other Liangshan heroes, only to have to live in the rivers and lakes, is nesting a belly of fire, without saying a word, waved the big shovel in his hand, "click click click" in one breath to kill six thieves, the rest of the legs ran back to the cottage, reported the incident to the mountain king Ren Yuan.

Ren Yuan was immediately furious when he heard this, and rushed down the mountain with a pair of stainless steel halberds, wanting to give the old monk Huiru a heart-to-heart, so he knew that he ran to the front to take a look.

Ren Yuan bent his knees and knelt down for the old monk Huiru, and then he snorted nine times.

Kneeling and snorting is a big gift, which is usually three heads, but Ren Yuan swallowed nine heads in one go, and shocked those little minions one by one, widening their eyes and opening their mouths wide.

Ren Yuan got up from the grass and shouted, "Rabbit cubs, what are you still staring at there, hurry up and carry your ancestor to the cottage for me." ”

The little minions dared to be lazy, hurriedly cut down trees and folded wood, tied up a simple sedan chair with mountain vines, and helped the old monk Huiru up, hey, hey! shouted a trumpet to carry him to the cottage hall.

Ren Yuan supported the old monk Huiru in the middle, and after sitting firmly on the tiger skin chair by himself, he knelt on the ground and snorted three times and said, "Master is above, please bow down to the apprentice." ”

Then, let those little minions come forward and bow down to the ancestral master.

Hui is like an old monk, sitting on the tiger skin chair with his hands twisting his beard and grinning: "Hehe, Ren Yuan'er, you didn't stay in Taishan Crouching Tiger Village, why did you come here." Isn't it angry with your daddy? ”

When the old monk asked this, Ren Yuan grinned and cried like a child.

The old monk Huiru stretched out his hand and gently stroked Ren Yuan's head and comforted: "Child, don't cry, don't cry, if you have any grievances, just tell the poor monk, the poor monk is the master for you." ”

Ren Yuan stopped crying and said sadly: "Master, now the apprentice is already a homeless person. ”

The old monk Huiru was taken aback, jumped down from the tiger skin chair and said: "What, your father, my brother Ren is crazy, what about the big Crouching Tiger Villa on the peak of your Taishan Mountain." ”

Ren Yuan said: "It's gone, it's gone, it's gone ten years ago." ”

The old monk Huiru grabbed Ren Yuan's clothes and said, "Apprentice, what the hell is going on, you tell the teacher carefully." ”

So, Ren Yuan told the old monk Huiru in detail about the events of ten years ago, and after speaking, Ren Yuan said again and again: "Alas, this is also to blame my father, you shouldn't covet the supreme national treasure paperweight jade lion that originally belonged to the emperor. ”

The old monk Huiru shook his head and said, "Disciple, wrong, wrong, your idea is very wrong." How can you blame your father for that, just ask who doesn't like all the treasures, if you want to blame this thing, you have to blame the dog emperor of Huizong and Luda, Song Jiang, and Wang Yin, the three dogs of the court, they destroyed your family's Crouching Tiger Villa and forced your father Ren Da mad to death, if you are a real good man of the Ren family, go to the Great Song Emperor and Luda, Song Jiang, Wang Yin to settle accounts and take revenge. ”

Ren Yuan stood up and said, "Master, yes, your words are really like an enlightenment, and the disciples have memorized them." ”

The old monk Huiru and Ren Damad are old friends for many years, and have taught Ren Yuan martial arts for several years, although the old monk Huiru is not Ren Yuan's starting master, but Ren Yuan's martial arts have today's achievements, which is inseparable from the professor of the old monk Huiru.

It's just that in the past ten years, the old monk Huiru has been running around on the rivers and lakes for Kuang Fu Da Zhou, so he has neglected to communicate with Ren Da Mad , but he didn't expect the vicissitudes of the world to have so many changes, and the old friends for many years are now separated by heaven and earth.

The old monk Huiru sighed again and again: "Alas, alas, I didn't expect it, I really didn't expect it, I won't see my crazy brother again." As he spoke, two cloudy old tears dripped from his eyes.

This time, Ren Yuan comforted Hui Ru, Ren Yuan said: "Master, you must take care of your body, don't be too sad, life and death are fate, wealth is in the sky, people's life span is there, no one can go against the sky." ”

The old monk Huiru picked up the monk's robe and wiped his tears, nodded and said, "Hmph, yes, but my crazy brother should be content to have a son like you." ”

Ren Yuan said: "Master, you are going there." ”

The old monk Huiru said: "Alas, apprentice, I don't know where to go for the teacher, but I just wander aimlessly, waiting for your aunt to borrow troops from the Dajin Kingdom to come back." ”

Ren Yuan said disdainfully: "Master, don't listen to the whimsical ideas of the jade-faced Rakshasa master there, why did the Dajin Kingdom lend her soldiers and horses, it is better to rely on someone to ask for help, I think your old man will stay with me for the time being." There are also five or six hundred brothers in my cottage, let's recruit troops and horses, expand and expand, wait for the time to come, rush down the mountain, kill Bianliang in Tokyo, and seize the dragon chair of the son of heaven of the Zhao family. ”

The old monk Huiru nodded and praised: "Okay, worthy of Lao Tzu's heroes and heroes, and he has ambition." Apprentice, then do it, for the teacher is not leaving here, you and Aunt Chai have also accumulated a lot of gold and silver property, and when they are taken one day, they will be used to recruit troops and buy horses. ”

In this way, the old monk Huiru stayed in this Motianling cottage,

Because he is the master of Ren Yuan, the king of the mountain, the people of the entire cottage respectfully call him the ancestral master.

The old monk Huiru is above the cottage, of course, he disdains to go down the mountain with those bandits, kill, set fires, and block the road to rob.

The old monk Huiru is a person who does great things, and the ultimate goal is to correct the Great Zhou Dynasty.

Therefore, in addition to practicing martial arts every day on this cottage, the old monk Huiru is meditating and chanting, and then pointing out Ren Yuan's martial arts.

Today, the old monk Huiru was sitting cross-legged on a large flat rock on the mountainside meditating and chanting, when he suddenly heard a long howl from the foot of the mountain.

Hui Ru old monk has been through the rivers and lakes for a long time, well-informed, and when he heard this howl, it turned out to be the secret of Buddhism, "Buddhism Lion's Roar", and even a monk like himself would not.

Then a few more whistling sounds came, and the old monk Huiru secretly shouted in his heart: "It's not good, Ren Yuan'er has encountered a strong enemy." ”

So, he stood up and raised the breath of the dantian and let out his own unique "wolf barking" howl to fight against the roar of the Buddhist lion, while whining...... Woohoo...... With a whistling sound, he walked towards the foot of the mountain, but he didn't expect to meet his old rival, the head flower monk Lu Zhishen.

The old monk Huiru looked at Ren Yuan and the red-haired ghost Liu Tang who were sitting on the ground, and said with a smile: "Lu Zhishen, your Buddhist lion's roar is nothing more than that, compared to my roar, it is just a hatchet." ”

In fact, in this wisdom, the old monk is boasting about himself.

The internal force of the old monk Huiru and the internal force of the flower monk Lu Zhishen are on par, so in order to avoid losing both, both sides took the initiative to stop the whistling.

The flower monk Lu Zhishen listened to the words of the old monk Huiru, and he didn't bother to argue with him, so he smiled indifferently and said, "Hmph! Old friend, it's really getting more and more promising, how can you occupy the mountain as the king. ”

The old monk Huiru laughed and said: "Haha, Lu Zhishen, you bald donkey actually laughed at the Buddha and me, what is your Shuibo Liangshan, is it still the court, it is fifty steps and a hundred steps, Mida Buddha!" ”

The flower monk Lu Zhishen didn't expect that he would lose his words, so that this old monk who was as wise as the old monk choked white, and said with a red face: "Amitabha, what I am doing in Liangshan is doing things for the heavens, so it is like you doing some chicken and dog thieves." ”

The old monk Huiru was not angry, and said with a smile on his face: "Whether it is for the heavens, or the rooster and the dog thief, in short, everyone is a robber." Lu Zhishen, the Buddha saw that you and this red-haired guy don't go back to Shuibo Liangshan, just entered our Motianling cottage, where is not to eat fragrant and spicy food, and the Buddha heard that you are not too proud of that Shuibo Liangshan, why hang yourself on that crooked neck tree, haven't you heard of good birds choosing trees to perch! Let's stay here, no matter what, both of us are Buddhist disciples, so we can have a foil together, and we can also study Buddhism together. ”

At this time, the red-haired ghost Liu Tang had already regained his strength, jumped up and said, "Monk, don't listen to this old monk's nonsense, the bald donkeys don't have a good thing." ”

When the old monk Huiru heard this, he laughed and said: "Haha, this donor, are you scolding that monk, I am a bald donkey, is Lu Zhishen not a bald donkey." ”

The red-haired ghost Liu Tang reflected at this time, and he scolded in a hurry, and hurriedly said to the flower monk Lu Zhishen: "Lu Zhishen, I, Liu Tang, didn't scold you, I scolded the old bald donkey." ”

The flower monk Lu Zhishen said angrily and funny: "Liu Tang, you can't say a few words." ”

Liu Tang laughed twice and closed his mouth.

Lu Zhishen saw that the red-haired ghost Liu Tang was silent, and said to the old monk Huiru: "Amitabha, Huiru, you take your Yangguan Road, I take my single-plank bridge, and please let those people under you get out of the way, and the family will be good." lest corpses be scattered all over the field and desecrate my Buddha. ”

Huiru old monk said: "Dodge a way for you to pass, it's easy to say, then the deep hatred between us, the Buddha will go to find that revenge." ”

Lu Zhishen said: "Huiru, don't rely on the old and sell the old there, thinking that the Sprinkle family can't help you." ”

Huiru old monk said: "Lu Zhishen, let's not mention the festival between you and me for the time being, let me ask you, was it you and Song Jiang's dog thief who picked the Crouching Tiger Villa on Mount Tai Peak." ”

The flower monk Lu Zhishen said calmly: "Not bad! Do what you want. ”

Huiru said: "It's not the Buddha who wants to do it, there is a debtor and a debtor." As he spoke, he turned around and shouted: "Ren Yuan, this bald donkey is the Huwei General Luda back then!" One of your family's adversaries. (To be continued.) )