Senior Brother Wuhua gasped and said, his eyes turned red, like a fighting bull!

Xiao Lingjue clasped his hands together and said lightly: "It's really boring, let's let this battle end!" Please! ”

Slow, slow, slow, Xiao Lingjue finally felt the difference after the change in the realm, who was as fast as lightning in his eyes.

Now like a turtle, he can catch the trajectory of the opponent's punch, and he is also very curious, why the senior brother who is also in the body refining realm is not as good as himself.

"Hehe, since that's the case. Then junior brother, you have to be careful. ”

Wuhua said, and then shot out instantly, clenched his hands into fists, there was a flash of golden light, and the fist was fierce, like a tiger descending the mountain.

Well done! Lingjue was not afraid, punched head-on, and swung it!

"Bang!"

At the center of the battle between the two, dust was splashed in the sky.

Looking at the fierce battle in the field, Wuguo chuckled and said, "That guy Wuhua gave us a thrill, and finally used all his strength, go up and see how that little junior brother is doing." ”

"Brother Wuhua's Vajra Fist is naturally not to be underestimated, and the little brother who forgets the dust is really too self-conscious.

However, we have seriously injured the little brother of Forgotten Dust! It's hard to explain to the master when you go back! ”

Less leaning, the smoke and dust dispersed, revealing a wolf-like appearance, the bamboo leaves on the ground were scattered, and only a weak figure was still standing in the center,

But I saw that the man said a Buddha call and said, "Amitabha, sin and sin!" Brother Wuhua agreed! ”

The two great monks looked at the people in the audience incredulously, they wiped their eyes,

Unexpectedly, I found that Senior Brother Wuhua was beaten to the ground, and he didn't seem to be able to get up out of breath!

The two hurriedly stepped forward and helped Wuhua's junior brother up, Wuhua felt a shock in his chest, a sweetness in his throat, and a mouthful of blood gushed out.

"Senior brother, are you alright? Junior brother..."

"Senior brother, it doesn't matter to you! We take you to meet the master! ”

The little monk also touched the back of his head embarrassedly, and then said weakly: "Senior Brother Wuhua, Senior Brother is too heavy... As soon as I heard that my senior brother was drinking, I couldn't help but use ten percent of the strength of the Ten Levels of the Refining Body Realm, so I ......"

Wuhua said weakly: "No need, it's because my skills are not as good as others, just recuperate one or two!" ”

Although the expression on his face was very flat, and his words were very peaceful, his heart was filled with a bitter taste, just now he had already used the body refining mirror, ten full of power.

But he still couldn't go through this trick in front of his little junior brother, Xiao Wangchen (Lingjue) is simply outrageous.

Xiao Lingjue shook his head, then came to Senior Brother Wuhua, took out a small medicine bottle from his body, and handed it to him.

He said softly: "This is my secret special medicine, it has a miraculous effect on minor internal injuries, senior brother, if you can trust your junior brother, take it..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Wuhua snatched the medicine bottle. Wuhua looked at the little monk's clear eyes, so after snatching the medicine bottle, he raised his head and took it.

In an instant, his face turned miserable green, and he felt like a large amount of bitter grass swallowed in one bite, and said with some resentment: "Little Brother Forget Chen, you don't have to retaliate against me like this, what kind of knife and gun can you do, how can you play these small tricks?" ”

The little monk waved his hand and said helplessly: "The junior brother hasn't finished speaking, you snatched this medicine away, and I originally wanted to persuade the senior brother to add some sugar, but this is fine, to ensure the integrity of the medicine, do you still feel depressed in your chest?" ”

Wuhua breathed the aura in his body, and found that it was unimpeded, and found that he had not said anything about internal injuries at all, so he said with some surprise: "It's so amazing, your medicine is good." ”

On the side of the battle platform, an old miscellaneous man suddenly came and led a group of monks to come up with buckets, brooms, off-target, coarse cloth and other things, and said attentively: "Master Wuhua, we have already prepared." Little master forget the dust, you go to the toilet quickly, and every one of them must be clean. ”

This person is an old handyman who is responsible for cleaning the temple, and he has already learned about the matter of Master Duzen's acceptance of disciples, so he held a special welcome ceremony in accordance with the "tradition" in the temple, and also brought a large group of monks to watch the little monks pick up dung.

Xiao Lingjue said: "Senior Brother Wuhua, forget about the toilet, that bet is just a joke, you don't need to take it seriously." ”

The old servant said, "Joke? You want to be beautiful, a husband is to do what he says. If you lose, you have to wash the toilet, and you can't show favoritism at all. You kid, how can you not be true to your word, don't you know that monks pay attention to a Buddha's heart and keep their promises! ”

Hearing this, Wuhua's face turned purple, and he snatched the bucket and the broom, and rushed towards the latrine.

Everyone was startled at first, and then looked incredulous.

Brother Wuhua, what do you mean?

Then they thought of a completely impossible outcome.

Could it be that Wuhua lost?

Suddenly, the old servant and all the monks' faces turned green, and they hurriedly rushed up and said: "Master Wuhua doesn't have to be like this, what kind of gambling contract is just a joke, don't take it seriously, just wash the toilet." ”

This group of people, should they be so shameless?

Wuhua said categorically: "I am willing to gamble and lose, and I said that whoever loses to wash the toilet must wash it." ”

The old servant said, "The old slave will help you wash it." ”

A group of monks also surrounded them, and Du Bian also surrounded them, and said, "Senior Brother Wuhua (brother), I'll help you wash the toilet together." ”

It seems that this senior brother's character is really good, otherwise how could he get everyone's help? Anyway, you have to be forgiving and forgiving.

The little monk said softly: "Amitabha, why should the senior brother be rash? Treat it as if it never happened, how? It's just a joke. ”

The little monk's kind words, the door fell in the eyes of Wuhua, which was full of great irony.

"Humph! Are you sarcastic that I don't speak honestly? Manly man, stand up to the sky, you must do what you say, don't stop me, whoever helps me will be anxious, this is the cause and effect of the poor monk, and I will taste the evil consequences myself. ”

At this moment, no one dared to go up and help.

The Grand Master carried the bucket alone and rushed towards the largest latrine.

I don't even go down the steps, this flowerless brother is too arrogant.

The little monk covered his face, it seems that his Huahua senior brother is still a very straight person! I could only talk to him, all slightly against him, like a donkey, and nine cows couldn't pull it back.

This guy covered a silk scarf and joined the battle of picking dung, there are hundreds of people in the entire Puzhen Temple, not counting miscellaneous laborers, there are 20,000 catties of old deposited in it, a monk who volunteered to pick a whole day, and later it was said that he could not enter within ten meters.