"Run, throw the bananas away, those people are catching up!"

Meng Huangliang knocked out a large bunch of bananas in Shanna's arms, grabbed her hand and ran faster, while the group of big men with scythes behind saw this, but they had no intention of stopping the pursuit.

Seeing this, he hurriedly turned his head and begged for mercy loudly: "Big brothers, the bananas are back to you, don't chase them anymore, okay?" ”

With a sound of "qiu", a sickle with a sharp blade flew past his ear, and the frightened Meng Huangliang tightened his head and instantly didn't dare to force it anymore.

"Huangliang, there seems to be a temple in front of you! Let's go in and hide! "Shanna's sharp-eyed ability to find a temple in the plantain grove deserves to be commended.

Meng Huangliang nodded immediately, and then ran to the temple, and when he was near, he directly kicked open the wooden door of the temple, but saw a little monk sweeping the floor inside.

"Can you still see monks in this land of stars?" Meng Huangliang didn't have time to wonder, and hurriedly begged for help: "Little master, help, there is a group of gangsters with sharp weapons who want to murder us!" You can save us! ”

When the little monk saw the guests coming, he clasped his palms together and bowed slightly: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, and wait for the little monk to negotiate with them." ”

Meng Huangliang suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, gasped for a while, looked at the back of the little monk and said in his heart that he had met a noble person today, otherwise, he would have been beaten by the group of big bananas.

"Huh?"

Glancing at the layout of the temple, it made people feel the cordiality that they had not seen for a long time.

"Wait...... If you come to the Buddha!? Meng Huangliang fixed his eyes on a stone statue in the main hall, and muttered in his heart: "Has this Buddhist scripture been transmitted to the land of stars?" Cow beep! ”

"This ......" Meng Huangliang was still a little hesitant to go in and have a look, when he heard a hoarse male voice in the room: "Xiaoyou, why don't you come in and have a look!" ”

Looking back and seeing that the little monk was still negotiating with that group of gangsters, he couldn't get out of his body for a while, Meng Huangliang was bored left and right, thinking about why go in and sit.

"Let's go, Shanna, let's go sit down first!"

I wanted to take Shanna with me, but I was stopped by the master in the room.

"Xiaoyou can come in alone, can the female donor wait at the door first?"

When Meng Huangliang heard this, he was afraid that he was really an old monk, and his eyes motioned for Shanna to stay at the door and walked into the house by himself.

Laxana reluctantly pursed her mouth, as if Meng Huangliang owed him, took out the few remaining bananas hidden in her sleeve pocket, and viciously peeled them open and ate them.

When Meng Huangliang approached the Buddha statue, the monk also noticed it and said loudly: "Come here, I'm behind the Buddha statue!" ”

"Okay~~ Huh?" Meng Huangliang bypassed the Buddha statue and looked closely, but saw that the 'old monk' was wearing a practice uniform on his legs, his whole body exuded a dark golden light, his eyes were blindfolded by a red headband, his left hand was placed together on his chest, and his right hand was beating the wooden fish.

"Where did this eighteen Arhats come from?" Meng Huangliang feels that his IQ is a little in arrears, and the eighteen bronze people in Shaolin in Fuzhou have all moved out?

Didn't Mo travel from the world of martial arts?

"Dare to ask the master's number?" Meng Huangliang knelt on one side and asked.

"Dong Dong Dong" The bronze man put down the wooden fish and replied: "The poor monk has no law name, you can call me Divine Fist!" ”

"Divine Fist?" Meng Huangliang faintly felt a little familiar, thought about it carefully, and asked uncertainly: "Dare to ask the master of the Divine Fist, but is it the true hero of Lord Li Qing?" ”

"Yes~No!" Shenquan said as he untied the hooded headband.

Sighing, Shenquan opened his eyes, looked at Meng Huangliang calmly with a pair of golden eyes, and said lightly: "Many years ago, the poor monk was blind, and by chance, he got the inheritance of Lord Li Qing and became a inheritance hero!" ”

"Originally, the poor monk thought that the fifteenth order was already the limit, but a few eras ago, someone gave me a pair of eyes!" Divine Fist sighed: "After that, the poor monk became the first seventeenth-order true legend hero in the Land of Runecraft!" ”

"......" Meng Huangliang was a little fascinated by this, and asked, "And then?" ”

"Alas~ Forget it, don't mention it!" Shenquan stood up and leaned his hands behind his back: "Lord Soraka has already told me about you, everything has cause and effect, and when Lord Solaka saved my life, I think it's time to pay it back!" ”

Facing Meng Huangliang, Shenquan asked calmly, "Do you know the source of my strength?" ”

"Uh...... Isn't it from the inheritance of Lord Li Qing? Meng Huangliang was a little puzzled, listening to this meaning, is there anything hidden that can't be done, but the old monk said that this matter is still related to Soraka, what is going on?

"Alas~ Everyone thinks that my power is inherited from Li Qing, but they don't know that it actually comes from these eyes!" Although the Divine Fist looks strong, it always looks old: "These eyes have brought me unparalleled strength, but they have also allowed me to see clearly the cruelty that others can't see!" ”

"Since Xiaoyou is the heir chosen by the God of Time, these eyes are given to you, and it is not a matter of insulting it!" Shenquan said, and without waiting for Meng Huangliang to react, he reached out and buckled down his golden eyes, and there was a dark golden liquid left in the corners of his eyes.

Meng Huangliang was shocked in his heart, and hurriedly stopped: "Lord Shenquan, what are you doing?" I was just chased by the wicked and strayed into this monastery, so why do you do this to me? ”

Shenquan waved his hand absently, as if he couldn't feel the pain: "These two eyes are not mine, I can only be regarded as a burden, I have seen too many things with them over the years, and my heart is already tired!"

Now that I have a settlement, I can count on it! ”

"What's more, there is only one way to disguise your identity as a god of time!" The eyes of the Divine Fist gradually faded their brilliance, and when the light converged, they looked like two stones made of glass.

"Damn, so raw? Wait, this eye can hide my true identity? How did you know that I was a descendant of time and space? Yes~ You mentioned Soraka earlier, she told you that! Well? Wait, this ...... Is this a relic? Meng Huangliang's heart was turbulent in a short period of time, and another person learned about the passing of time that he was still the true biography of Li Qing, but thinking that with Soraka in the middle, there should be no big problems.

But why did I suddenly end up at this monastery for no apparent reason? It seems that this old monk has been waiting for me to come for a long time? It feels like someone is deliberately driving them~

As for this relic, he once went on a mission to protect the relics left behind by a certain monk after his death, so he was fortunate to see it, but why did this kind of thing from his hometown meet in the land of stars, the land of runes.

Shenquan's heart moved, and he asked, "Oh? Little friends know? ”

"Yes, I was fortunate enough to see it once, in our hometown, only after the death of a monk with complete merits, this kind of thing called a relic will be left, which is very rare!" Meng Huangliang didn't know much, but he still said it 1510.

Shenquan paused, his blindfolded eyes couldn't see his expression, but his tone was a little uncertain: "Xiaoyou...... From the Frontier? ”

"That's right! Didn't Lord Soraka tell you! Meng Huangliang asked.

The divine fist put his palms together, pursed his lips and smiled slightly and silently recited a Buddha name, before he said: "Cause and effect, cause and effect, everything in the dark really has a fixed number!" ”

"Little friend, you may not know that these two are indeed relics, and they were obtained by coincidence when I was cultivating in the border wilderness!" Shenquan handed him the relic, and said: "And now, it can be regarded as the return of the object to its original owner, you don't want mustard in your heart, just use it, maybe I got it back then, just to wait until now to give it to you!" ”

"Huh?" Meng Huangliang actually still has some rejection in his heart, how can he feel cautious?

The relics in my hand still have this residual liquid on it, and I feel a little hairy in my heart when I touch it, let alone use it for ...... Wait, you don't want to take your eyes off and then press this thing in?

God, I'm not an Uchiha!

Meng Huangliang took a breath of cold air, and his heart became more and more resistant: "Master of Divine Fist, why don't you take it back first, and I will think of another way to deal with the matter of identity?" ”

The divine fist tightened the headband again, and the binding was a little loose, and the dark golden light around him began to become fainter and fainter: "Little friend, you don't have to be like this, the relics are just a burden to me, I don't want to see the darkness of this world anymore, you better take it, go to Lord Soraka, and I, now, just want to be an ordinary chanting monk!" ”

"Master of the Divine Fist!"

"Go, you and I have come to this point, and from now on there will be nothing to do with it, Li Qingza's Divine Fist is now dead!" Shenquan smiled slightly, feeling a little relieved: "Now, I'm just an ordinary monk, I just hope you don't insult the prestige of the God of Time!" ”

Meng Huangliang had no choice but to give up: "Thank you for the help of Master Shenquan!" ”

"Also, be careful in everything, the water in the Land of Runeterris is too deep, and everything in this world is not as simple as you think!" After the Divine Fist finished speaking, he stopped talking.

Only the sound of wooden fish coming from the room was 'knocking and knocking'.