Chapter 17: I Am Not a Monk

", I said that I am not a monk, it was Master Yuan here who asked me to live here for a few days..."

"Let go of me..."

"Boy, you have a fate with my Buddha, and it is also a matter of fate to shave your ordination today, so you still don't struggle..."

"Fart, I don't want to be a monk, let go of me, Made...."

Jiang Feng was completely angry and tried his best to resist, but in the end it was in vain.

Because his hands were tied up by the other party with ropes from nowhere, his whole body was pressed to the ground.

Unknowingly, they thought that the two of them were engaged in chickens, because Jiang Feng was lying on the ground at this time, and the other party was riding on Jiang Feng in a very rude way.

Then a pair of iron hands fixed Jiang Feng's head, the razor in his hand was neat, and Jiang Feng's head was quickly shaved by dividing it by two.

When the last hair hit the ground, the other party withdrew from Jiang Feng's body.

Jiang Feng was like a dead dog, his eyes burst with angry flames, he got up from the ground with difficulty, glared at the other party fiercely, pointed at the other party and scolded: "Stinky bald donkey, you forcibly force people to shave, you..."

But no matter how Jiang Feng scolded, the other party didn't care at all, and went straight to Jiang Feng, looking at Jiang Feng with a gaze that you can do with me, and sneered: "What? Do you want to hit me? ”

After speaking, he hammered his chest with his fist, and hooked the corners of his mouth defiantly: "That's it, don't say that I bully you, if you want to beat me..."

Jiang Feng's already unhappy mood was suddenly aroused, and an APC dared to provoke him again and again like this.

Nima's, if you don't show it, you'll be really too cowardly.

People are good at being bullied, and horses are good at being ridden.

Thinking of this, seeing the other party's confident appearance, Jiang Feng also knew very well in his heart that the reason why the other party was so arrogant must have some ability.

Generally speaking, most monks will use kung fu to some extent, and in island countries, it is natural for monks to exercise their physical defense.

Since the other party is pretending to be like this, it must be a little dependent.

Thinking of this, Jiang Feng suppressed his anger, stared at the other party, smiled coldly, and asked, "What do you say?" ”

Those monks who were originally standing in the hall and looking out at the excitement because Jiang Feng had his head shaved thought that Jiang Feng would not dare to say anything.

But to the surprise and surprise of Zhiyuan and the others, Jiang Feng dared to provoke Uncle Fan in their dining hall.

This is too arrogant.

Originally, they still felt a little pity for Jiang Feng, but this time, they felt that Jiang Feng was too arrogant.

The laity are the laity, how can they be compared to the monks who look down on the world?

Seeing that Jiang Feng was not afraid of himself, but was so calm, Monk Lifan was slightly surprised, then glanced up and down at Jiang Feng, and said, "Of course, monks don't speak. ”

As soon as the other party finished speaking, Jiang Feng clapped his hands, "Okay, since it's decided, don't regret it for a while." ”

"That's nature."

As soon as the other party finished speaking, Jiang Feng didn't have any worries, and rushed towards the other party like crazy.

When the other party saw this, he didn't dodge, just stood in place.

Seeing this, Jiang Feng smiled coldly and slammed his fist into the opponent's chest.

Sure enough, the monk of the island country, Lifan, saw Jiang Feng's punch slamming into his chest, but instead of taking Jiang Feng's fist, he straightened his chest.

I saw that his chest swelled up like an inhaler, protruding slightly forward.

Those strong muscles are visible to the naked eye.

Seeing Fan performing qigong, all the monks looked at Fan with fiery eyes.

It was an unprecedented kind of madness and pursuit.

Being able to cultivate qigong to that level is still very admired by them.

But just when everyone thought that Jiang Feng was going to punch the mortal monk, Jiang Feng suddenly raised his right leg and aimed directly at the opponent's crotch, which was a kick.

The incident happened suddenly, coupled with some carelessness, only to hear a poof, and the sound of broken balls sounded.

Immediately afterwards, everyone was stunned to see the scene that made them feel very for the rest of their lives.

They saw Monk Fan's originally bulging chest slowly deflated.

The other party's face suddenly turned red, the green tendons on his face swelled, and the veins were as disgusting as earthworms.

But before everyone could react, they saw Fan howling miserably, his legs were weak, and finally he collapsed directly on the ground, covering his crotch and howling in pain.

Everyone was dumbfounded again, only to find out that Jiang Feng had sneaked up just now and kicked Fan's crotch directly.

No matter how high a person's martial arts are, he is afraid of kitchen knives, and the crotch is the most important lifeline of a man.

Seeing that he had won the lottery, Jiang Feng breathed a sour sigh of relief, and at the same time, he also secretly mourned for the other party for three seconds.

Seeing Jiang Feng so violent, the little monk Zhiyuan was also so frightened that he gasped like the other monks, only to see the wind blowing cool in the crotch of his pants.

For a while, there was silence in the field, and everyone involuntarily clamped their crotch.

"What's going on? Noisy and shouting..."Just when the monks watched Fan fall to the ground and screamed, they were about to go up and help Fan up.

A cold cheer rang out.

The monks shrank their necks in fright, and just happened to see Yuanjian Temple in the distance with a few old monks rushing over here.

The old monks in their fifties hurriedly went over and helped Monk Fan up, Yuan Yuan stared at everyone, then looked at Jiang Feng and Fan who was screaming in pain, and asked.

"Uncle Yuan, it's like this..."

The little monk Zhiyuan was afraid that there would be unwitting nonsense, so he hurriedly came out and told the truth of the matter.

Monk Liyuan nodded, then looked at Jiang Feng, and scolded in a cold voice: "Master Kongxuan has told me to take care of you, but the rules of Zhaoti Temple cannot be broken, and you will be punished for thinking about the wall in the Buddha Hall tonight..."

"Uncle Yuan, isn't this fair?!" Someone heard that Jiang Feng had offended Fan, and the punishment he received was just thinking about it.

Although the relationship between these monks and the monk is not very iron, they are in the same temple after all.

By the way, they have a bad impression on weekdays, and at this time, they can't help but come out to say grievances for Fan.

However, in this regard, Liao Yuan waved his hand and directly finalized it at this time.

Next, Jiang Feng was taken directly to the Buddhist hall by two monks, and was banned.

Jiang Feng was also grateful for this kind of punishment, and he knew in his heart that the other party was looking at Master Kongxuan's face.

Otherwise, if you kick this kind of thing by yourself, you will definitely be held accountable by the temple.

Since the other party protected himself, Jiang Feng naturally would not refuse.

In the eyes of the monks, this matter was so absurd that it had to be dealt with.

As for the burly mortal monk, Jiang Feng estimated that he would definitely not be able to get out of bed in a month and a half.

At that time, even if the other party wanted to trouble him, it would be impossible, because at that time, he didn't die, so he probably should have returned to the real world, right?

Thinking of this, Jiang Feng settled down.