At the end of the fifth day, Lu Zhishen came to the foot of a high mountain, and was walking forward when he suddenly heard three broken gongs "Dangdang". Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Immediately afterwards, forty or fifty bandits drilled out of the woods on both sides of the mountain road, surrounded the flower monk Lu Zhishen in the middle, and sang a ballad to block the road: "This tree is planted by me, and this road is opened by me." If you want to fight this, leave the money to buy the road. If you dare to collapse between your teeth, you can't kill or bury it. ”

Lu Zhishen laughed when he heard this, and a small leader stepped forward and said, "Monk, what are you laughing at?" ”

The flower monk Lu Zhishen said: "The Sprinkle family is laughing at this broad daylight, where so many night owls are running out here. ”

The little leader waved the three-strand Tiansha in his hand and said: "Monk, I see that you are a monk, so I am so polite to you, otherwise I will divide your body without saying a word." The monk, who knew each other, quickly threw the burden on his shoulders on the grass and left. ”

The flower monk Lu Zhishen sneered: "Hehe, yes, the burden of the Sprinkle family is filled with a lot of silver taels, but it is used by me to buy wine and eat, and I will drink the northwest wind if I give it to you." ”

The little leader said: "Monk, don't grind your mouth there, hurry up and throw down your burden and walk." ”

The flower monk Lu Zhishen took off the burden and threw it at his feet and said, "The silver is here, and you have the ability to come and get it yourself." ”

The little boss stretched out three strands of the fork fork, and used the fork tip to pick it up, and saw that the fork tip was inserted into the burden, but Lu Zhishen suddenly stepped on it, and the little leader used his strength to feed, holding the fork rod with both hands and pulling it back, tired and red-faced, full of sweat, but he didn't move at all.

When the two minions saw this, they hurriedly stepped forward and put their arms around the waist of the little boss from behind, helping to pull them back.

Lu Zhishen suddenly raised his foot, and the three thieves fell to the ground on all fours.

The little leader got up from the grass in embarrassment and shouted, "Brothers, tie up this fat monk side by side." ”

Forty or fifty little minions shouted, waving their guns and sticks and rushing towards the flower monk Lu Zhishen.

Lu Zhishen laughed and threw the Zen stick in his hand in the grass, met it with his bare hands, stretched out his hands together, grabbed seven or eight guns and sticks and threw them aside, and then flew up with two feet and kicked away seven big guns, and hit four or five thieves with both fists, just like the tiger descending the mountain.

Frightened, these thieves retreated with a "sigh" and surrounded Lu Zhishen, not knowing what to do.

At this moment, I heard someone shouting loudly: "It's all rice buckets that can only drink, and the usual charter is gone." The little minions hurriedly flashed away when they heard the shout, and the flower monk Lu Zhishen saw that from the opposite mountain forest, a tall man in his early thirties who was nine feet tall and in his early thirties and carried a pair of steel halberds in his hand.

The big man came to the flower monk Lu Zhishen and said, "Shout! Monk, there are two times, and one person can defeat so many people. ”

The flower monk Lu Zhishen said indifferently: "If you make a small fuss, you just move your body." ”

The big man nodded and said, "Okay, it's a little fight, so I'll accompany you to move your body today." ”

When Lu Zhishen heard that this kid signed up for Ren Yuan, he felt as if he had heard of this name, looked at it carefully, and recognized it.

This kid is the son of Director Zhuang of Taishan Qigu Peak Crouching Tiger Villa, ten years ago Lu Zhishen served as the general of Huwei in the capital, and once went to Qigu Peak with Song Jiang, and when he was looking for the paper jade lion of the mayor of Sheep Fat Town for today's son, he saw this kid, but this kid has grown taller and stronger than ten years ago.

Lu Zhishen recognized Ren Yuan.

Ren Yuan didn't expect that the fat monk in front of him was the famous Huwei general Luda back then.

Ren Yuan waved a pair of stainless steel halberds and said: "Monk, you say, do we practice kung fu on our fists and feet first, or do we have a high or low level in that weapon." ”

Before the flower monk Lu Zhishen could reply, he heard another person shouting: "I said, what a stupid big man, you are the cat in the forest, and you came here to pretend to be a tiger." You kid also deserves to do tricks with the big monk, and you don't pee according to what kind of person you are. With the shouting, a strong man wearing a hat ran from the mountain path and blocked Lu Zhishen.

Ren Yuan looked at it and scolded: "The lynx beast that ran out there, grandpa didn't step on it and jumped out of you." Wearing a broken hat and covering half of your face, don't you have a face to see people! ”

The strong man laughed and said, "Boy, grandpa is not even afraid of ghosts, and he is afraid of seeing people." As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and took off the hat on his head and threw it on the grass, revealing his red hair full of fire and said, "Boy, come and know grandpa." ”

Ren Yuan looked at it, this ghost-like strong man, and said in surprise: "Who are you, sign up." ”

The red-haired strong man patted his chest and said: "Grandpa doesn't change his name, he doesn't change his surname, Liangshan is a good man and a red-haired ghost Liu Tang." ”

Ren Yuan sneered and said: "Hmph, everyone claims to be a good man in Liangshan, and those grass cowards in Liangshan are considered to be a hanging hair in my Ren Yuan's eyes." One day, as soon as the lord is happy, he will go to level the Shuibo Liangshan. ”

When the flower monk Lu Zhishen heard this, he secretly said in his heart: "Crazy, this is really crazy, worthy of being the son of the madman, just this one, I'm afraid even his old son can't reach him." ”

The red-haired ghost Liu Tang didn't care whether he was crazy or not, and scolded: "You kid, don't fucking stand there and talk, don't be afraid of back pain, come boy, as long as you can pass my Liu Tang's level, even if you have the ability." As he spoke, he pulled out the cold and shining Pu knife from his back, and put it on his head and covered his head.

Don't look at Ren Yuanchang's five big and three thick, but his skills are very agile, seeing Liu Tang slashing with a knife, he jumped backwards and dodged.

waved the stainless steel halberd in his hand and said: "Boy, don't give you two or two colors and want to open a dyeing room, come, grandpa, I'll give you a little bit of power, so that you kid doesn't know how thick the sky is." Saying that, a swing of the double halberd came to a move, "Shuanglong goes to sea", piercing the throat and the lower abdomen.

The red-haired ghost Liu Tang was also not ambiguous, and with a wave of the Pu knife, he knocked away with two bangs.

Ren Yuan took three steps back, suddenly jumped up on the spot, and on his head and feet, the double halberd came and stabbed Liu Tang's shoulders with a move of "two birds to grab food".

The red-haired ghost Liu Tang made a tiger leap, bent down to dodge this move, and the blade of the "Returning Wind Sweeping Willow" Pu Dao swept towards Ren Yuan's lower abdomen.

Ren Yuan dodged with a "harrier turnover" in the air, and rolled on the spot as soon as his feet landed, waving his halberds and piercing the calf of the red-haired ghost Liu Tang.

Liu Tang jumped up on the spot, came to pull the onion on the dry land, dodged, and the person was in mid-air, swinging a knife and slashing, to give Ren Yuan a waist cut.

Ren Yuan was in a hurry, fell to the ground, raised his double halberd with his back to the sky, and made a move, "Changhong through the sun", and set up the fatal knife of the red-haired ghost Liu Tang.

Liu Tang was shocked and took two steps back, Ren Yuan took the opportunity to turn over and jump, waved his double halberd and pounced again, and the red-haired ghost Liu Tang was not to be outdone and roared, and waved his knife to meet it.

For a while, the two were inseparable, and it was difficult to separate.

The little leader said to the bandits, "Brothers, come and cheer for our king. When the thieves heard this, they couldn't stop knocking the broken gong, and they all tore open their broken gong-like voices and shouted: "The king is powerful, the king is brave." The shouting and screaming were so lively that the birds in the forest flew in all directions, chirping and chirping.

For a while, the red-haired ghost Liu Tang's noisy knife technique was a little messed up.

The flower monk Lu Zhishen took a look at it and said in his heart: "Raised by a son of a bitch, you rabbit cubs, such an impatient brother Liu Tang can stand it." Thinking of this, as soon as he mentioned the breath of dantian, an earth-shattering roar suddenly came out of his mouth, which shook those bandits and thieves one by one, threw down their weapons, covered their ears and squatted on the grass.

It was Ren Yuan's profound skills, and he was also shocked to the point that beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down his forehead, and he retreated backwards.

At this moment, suddenly, there was a "woo" from halfway up the mountain...... Whine...... wolf-like howl rushed straight to the ear drum of the flower monk Lu Zhishen, and gradually suppressed Lu Zhishen's howl.

The flower monk Lu Zhishen knew that he had met a master, so he hurriedly silently moved his divine skills, and made a series of whistling sounds from the qi of the dantian, rushing towards the wolf-like sound, one after another, the roar was heard between the mountains and fields, and those thieves were all shocked and staggered on the grass, bleeding from their mouths and noses, and in pain.

The red-haired ghost Liu Tang and Ren Yuan couldn't care about the fight, so they threw down the weapons of Shuangzhong and sat cross-legged on the grass, transporting their internal strength to resist.

The two voices struggled for half an hour, but there was no winner or loser, so both sides stopped.

As soon as the flower monk Lu Zhishen was angry with the dantian, he saw a monk wearing a red robe and holding a big shovel coming from the middle of the mountain.

Gradually, the monk came closer, Lu Zhishen looked at it, and said in his heart: "It's really not that the enemies don't get together." The monk who came was the old monk who had fought with himself several times, and had been the abbot of the White Horse Temple in Luoyang.

The old monk Huiru came to the opposite side of the flower monk Lu Zhishen to take a look, and also recognized Lu Zhishen, so he said: "Mida Buddha, why are you damn bald donkey again." ”

The flower monk Lu Zhishen laughed and said: "Haha, Huiru, you don't touch whether there is any hair on your head, and you open your mouth to be a bald donkey, aren't you a bald donkey." ”

The old monk Huiru said angrily: "Mida Buddha, bald donkey, you are really ghostly, why is this Buddha there, you will follow there." ”

Lu Zhishen smiled indifferently and said: "Huiru, you don't put gold on your face there, that one has nothing to follow you, the last time I was in Bianliang, Tokyo, the Sprinkle family spared you once, but I didn't expect you to have a long memory." ”

The old monk Huiru rolled his eyelids and said: "Lu Zhishen, it seems that the two of us will not die in this life, and between you and me, one must die." ”

Lu Zhishen said: "If you want to die, you will die in front of the Sprinkle family, you are a handful older, I'm afraid you will jump in a few days." ”

Huiru old monk said: "Mida Buddha, that's not necessarily, as the saying goes, there are no young and old on the Huangquan Road, and the Buddha will send you to the West Heaven." ”

At this time, the thieves who were knocked down by the howling sound got up from the grass one by one and said, "Master Zu, quickly kill this bald donkey, kill this bald donkey." ”

The thieves scolded one by one, and the face of the old monk was like a purple eggplant, and he roared angrily: "Buddha Mito! Rushed into the crowd and waved a shovel to kill the two thieves and said: "Close the bird's beak to the Buddha, and the one who dares to talk nonsense will end up the same as these two beasts." ”

The bandits were stunned one by one, like ducks that had their mouths sparked with wire, and they no longer dared to let out a flat fart. (To be continued.) )