"I met a tiger, I don't know what the monk plans to do? Can you have the compassion to feed the tiger with your body? Wei Wuji looked at the honest monk with a smile.

This honest monk, one of the four great monks, may be the leader of a hidden organization, the White Socks.

Of course, this mysterious organization that may exist still can't get rid of the end of being subject to the nameless island and the invisible people.

"A monk is just a monk, not a Buddha." The honest monk is really honest. Maybe he won't be honest at other times, but at this moment, he is indeed quite honest.

Anyone who encounters a world-famous sword, the most beautiful tigress in the world, will be quite honest.

As for the blind man, you can ignore it. Because he is the most kind-hearted blind man in the world, he will not embarrass this honest monk.

"But now that the tiger is hungry, the compassion of the monks will not let the tiger starve to death."

"Tigers have their own ability to forage for food, so why do they have to embarrass their families." The honest monk is a little bitter, why do these people have to be embarrassed, he is an honest man.

"But the current situation is that the tiger really doesn't want to move, so he must embarrass the monks. I don't know if this monk has this compassionate heart? ”

Since the donor said so, the monk had nothing to say. The monk has nothing to grow in this life, only the head on the neck······" A big head that was so bright that it was glowing suddenly slammed into Wei Wuji.

The honest monk has been crisscrossing the rivers and lakes for so many years, in addition to his honesty, he also has an iron head skill that is difficult for the people of the rivers and lakes to resist, which is his real ability to save his life.

In the group of monks, this monk who is wearing a gray monk's robe, has a square face, and looks quite honest, in terms of strength, but I am afraid that only the three senior monks of Shaolin Temple can be compared.

"The monk's head is a good head. It's a pity that the phoenix that needs the monk's head is not very good these days. Monk, let's change something soft and a little softer. A young and handsome hand pressed on the honest monk's head.

"Donor, what exactly you need, as long as the honest monk has ······" The honest monk's face was flushed. Under the fame, the strength is really superb.

I thought that this person's sword was already the best in the world, but I didn't expect the kung fu in his hand to be so powerful. With just one hand, he restrained his invincible iron head skill.

"Of course I want those two treasures of the temple. I believe that with the ability of an honest monk, it shouldn't be a problem. This antidote was also thought of by Wei Wuji after seeing this honest monk.

The I Ching cleanses the two meridians, which has the powerful effect of cutting the tendons and washing the veins, and if it is the power of the two meridians, it should be able to remove the remaining toxins in Lu Xiaofeng's body with external force.

Originally, Wei Wuji was proficient in the kung fu of the I Ching, and he himself was not a pedantic person who cherished himself with a broom. But this is a different world after all, based on internal strength, in case something goes wrong with Lu Xiaofeng's practice······

Normally, you might have time to think of some first aid solutions. But now Lu Xiaofeng, under the deadly influence of the Tangmen toxin, has half a life left.

If something really goes wrong, with a good heart, people are not saved, but become a life-saving talisman for others······

Of course, there is another reason, perhaps because of Wei Wuji's own selfish thoughts. He really wanted to see how this martial arts world based on internal force, the I Ching and the Second Classic, were different from him.

"Did the donor say that it was the I Ching and the Second Classic?" The words of the honest monk made Hua Manlou's heart tremble, and he was quite happy. Although Shaolin is transcendent and rarely intervenes in the disputes in the martial arts, Shaolin's reputation has always been studied and proficient in Buddhism.

"Why should a monk pretend to be confused?" Wei Wuji has always remembered a sentence - an honest monk is not necessarily honest.

"It's ······" The honest monk snorted sullenly, although he has always been honest, he is not a monk who admits defeat easily.

Between the resistance of Yunjin, he couldn't help but make a little muffled, although it was not to the extent of internal injury, but it was also uncomfortable for a while.

"Monk can think that my hand can't break iron and stone?" In Wei Wuji's eyes, a divine light flickered, which could also be understood as an undisguised threat, even a murderous opportunity.

Hua Manlou opened his mouth, and with his temperament, he really wanted to say something for the honest monk. But considering Lu Xiaofeng, the idea of interceding was still suppressed.

"Donor slowly, it's not too late to listen to the monk finish his words before he starts." The honest monk's face trembled, and the threat of his head clasped in the hands of others was really not a very good feeling.

"The I Ching has always been the supreme magic of Shaolin Temple, and it is not a secret, and only the abbots of the temple in the past dynasties have contact. With such meager martial arts as a monk, how can he be qualified to watch. Once discovered by the precept hall, the monk is afraid that he will have to serve the Buddha in advance. "Don't look at him on the rivers and lakes, he has the name of one of the four great monks, but in Shaolin in the ancestral court of Zen Buddhism, he is indeed very powerful.

Not to mention anything else, the Great Compassion Zen Master, who is also the third of the four great monks, the iron-shouldered monk and the bitter gourd master of the bitter character generation, is enough to suppress the honest monk.

Needless to say, the bitter gourd master is the only one of the three remaining bitter monks, with a vajra palm in one hand, and no one is invincible in the rivers and lakes.

The Great Compassion Zen Master is the head abbot of Shaolin, and under the impetus of the supreme divine skill of the two sets of standard head abbots of the I Ching, his strength is also unfathomable.

The iron-shouldered monk is the first seat of the Shaolin Dharma Hall, and the real King Kong is not bad.

"If an honest monk has this ability, don't talk about the compassion of his family, even with the friendship with Lu Xiaofeng, there is absolutely no reason to look at it." The honest monk snorted.

At this time, even if he is a dishonest monk, he is afraid that he has to become honest, and in terms of friendship with friends, Lu Xiaofeng can also be said to be the first in the world.

"After all these years, you haven't changed your rules, have they? Many years ago, there was a fire foreman Tuo, and then there was a Zhang Junbao who founded Wudang. Wei Wuji snorted.

"Where did the donor hear about these things?" The honest monk is full of horror, don't say that Shaolin, that is, Wudang, has been established for more than 100 years. For more than 100 years, there has been a huge deviation in the inheritance of memory. What's more, the rivers and lakes are a place of rapid upgrading, and all kinds of geniuses, like carp crossing the river, can really be remembered, but it is just a slap.

"The intelligence forces under my command are no worse than your white shoes. I'm not afraid of you, the old thing that passed on to the invisible, because some things were meant to be. Wei Wuji directly leaked the bottom of the honest monk.

The little old man on the overseas islands, since he supported Gong Jiu to do such a rebellious thing, he also united with the northern barbarian states to divide the world. From Wei Wuji's point of view, this is something that can't be avoided no matter what.

When Wei Wuji mentioned the white shoes, two terrifying rays of light suddenly erupted in the honest monk's peaceful eyes.

His palms seemed to be pushing a mountain by King Kong, and slapped between Wei Wuji's chest and lower abdomen.

The monk on weekdays, the compassion in his mouth, when he started to move, was ruthless at all.

In fact, from the perspective of an honest monk, such a ruthless hand is also reasonable and understandable.

Regardless of whether this person is the strongest sword in the world, if you don't go all out, I'm afraid you won't even be able to hurt other people's oily skin.

Moreover, white shoes are an absolutely hidden secret. Since it will become a secret, there must be a reason why it cannot be revealed to the world.

For whatever reason, the secret of the White Shoes is revealed. Anyone who knows this secret can only die.

Because only the dead can make people feel at ease, because the dead can't speak, let alone leak their secrets.

With Hua Manlou's perception of danger, he can't react to it, let alone remind him. It can be seen how fast this honest fat monk is.

However, when the palm of the stone was imprinted on Wei Wuji's chest, it was Wei Wuji's expressionless face that greeted him.

The palm that could crack the stone tablet and bend the steel was imprinted on Wei Wuji's body, but it didn't even let him shake his body.

"The donor's kung fu is really powerful, and the poor monk admires it!" The honest monk Fei took a few steps back, stood on the street, took a deep breath, folded his hands at Wei Wuji, and saluted.

Raising his eyes again to look at Wei Wuji's expression, there was a flicker of incomprehensible doubts in the vibration.

What a hard body! Is this his own talent, or has he practiced some kind of magic secret method, such as a golden bell hood iron cloth shirt or something.

Although the golden bell jar is inherited in Shaolin, it is the most superficial kung fu in the rivers and lakes. But its origin, even its essence, is not bad at all, and it can be said to be a real miracle.

At that time, the Bodhidharma Patriarch relied on Dacheng's golden bell jar to withstand swords and slashes, fire and water flooding unscathed, and finally swallowed the intestinal poison, and there was still nothing at all.

When was Patriarch Dama, and what kind of realm was it? Wei Wuji is so young, and he has such outstanding achievements in kendo, if you add ······

"The monk's palm power is not bad, but the monk dares to take a sword from Wei." His hand had slowly reached the hilt of his sword, and he was never a man who had been beaten and did not fight back.

"The donor's sword, the monk really doesn't have the courage. Wonderful! Wonderful! "The sword has not yet been unsheathed, and it has already felt the cold ice like a thorn in the back, if it is really unsheathed, I am afraid that this honest life will have to be explained on this street.

From now on, there will be one less honest person in this world, and he will still be a monk, shouldn't it be a kind of sadness?

"Honest monk, remember what I said. After all, this matter is related to Lu Xiaofeng's life, if there is anything to worry about, you can send me a letter. ”

"The words of the benefactor should also be remembered by the poor monks." In the namaste hand salute, the fat body of the honest monk, a little under his feet, actually floated backwards, like riding a wisp of breeze, a gray cloud rising up, his body is beautiful, the change is smart, looking at the rivers and lakes, I am afraid that there are few people who can compare.

"The four great monks really live up to their reputation." Hua Manlou's ears trembled, and he said aloud.

"The matter of the case, now I'm afraid that I have the heart but the power." Lu Xiaofeng lay on the bed, enjoying Ouyang Qing's gentle care.

Although the poison is no longer life-threatening, it also makes him no longer have the energy to inquire into the case of the embroidery thief.

"You're the way you are? Still worried about the case? Wei Wuji wanted to roll his eyes at Lu Xiaofeng.

Mo said that he was indeed seriously injured, so he rushed to this posture, and you are afraid that you don't have the heart to investigate the case of Nanwangfu.

"No way, who asked me to promise someone. So I can only leave it to you, and I also believe in your ability. And then there's the snake king······" Speaking of the name he didn't want to mention, Lu Xiaofeng sighed faintly.

"You still want to mind the Snake King?" Wei Wuji frowned, Lu Xiaofeng has always been free and easy, he shouldn't be a pedantic person.

"I knew I was nothing to his brothers. But······ Alas! Lu Xiaofeng sighed again, he has been wandering for half his life, and there may only be two things that he cares about the most. One is a woman, and the other is friendship.

"If you want to live, lie here with peace of mind, and don't think about the mess." The current Wei Wuji is really a little different from the past.

"I only want to explain one thing when I come to the door today, the theft case of your mansion will be handled by my Inner Court Department from now on." Coming to Nanwangfu again, Wei Wuji said directly.

"Lu Xiaofeng has been poisoned by the Tang Sect, and it is already very good to be able to protect himself at this moment, where can I still have the energy to inquire about this theft case, which is very important."

"Fortunately, King Nan is also a royal family, so it is reasonable for me to have a reason for the court to intervene." The words have come to this point, even if the father and son of Nanwang want to say anything, they can't say it.

"Since this is the case, it is natural to thank the emperor for his grace. In this way, Jin Putou is also one of the important personnel in the investigation of this case, and it is also a good thing to let him cooperate. ”

"Oh? Is he here? Wei Wuji raised his eyebrows and said. If the memory is correct, Jin Jiuling seems to have later become Jiang Chongwei's successor, the head of the Southern Palace.

"The gold shop itself has been separated from the six doors, but now it is being re-dispatched for the theft of the mansion. I took pity on his talent, so I specially invited him to become the new head of my Nanwang Mansion. ”

"Father, what should I do about this?" The prince of Nanwang looked at his father with some anxiety and discoloration.

This theft, although at the moment, is not involved, and it is a major matter that is related to the lives of all the people.

But who dares to underestimate the strength of the Inner Tribunal, in case they find any clues······

"What are you anxious about? I don't have any city government at all, and I still want to do big things? Nan Wang frowned and reprimanded his son unceremoniously.