"Who is it?"

The monk suddenly heard Song Ying's undisguised footsteps, grabbed his hand in the water, and suddenly spilled out.

The water droplets quickly sharpened in the air, and they stabbed at Song Ying like daggers!

But he doesn't have murderous intent, besides, water is water after all, no matter how sharp it is, it can't kill anyone.

With his feet on the ground, Song Ying quickly rose into the air, and then fell down, dodging the water droplets, although he was not afraid of his body, he didn't want to become a soup chicken.

Looking at the lake again, the monk was already standing on the shore with a robe.

"Disturb the master's practice, and please forgive me" Song Ying hugged his fists and apologized, the number of courtesies came first, and the other party could no longer stretch out his hand to hit the smiling person.

"Good handsome kung fu" This monk is the zombie uncle, a monk in a monk, a monk and a monk, a rest master.

In the movie, the four-eyed Taoist is a person who catches demons and kills zombies, and can use all kinds of spells, except for his personality is out of tune, he is definitely a master, but he is known to be unpleasant to each other, and the strength of the same master is not good, but he has not shown strong strength from beginning to end.

Now that I look at it, it's not that Master Yixiu doesn't have strength, but that he hasn't shown it at all.

"Who are you, how did you come to this backcountry?" Master Yixiu has good intentions and is open-minded, so he naturally will not be vigilant when he sees a stranger, but he is not a fool, and he will dig out his heart when he sees a person.

"I'm a businessman in a hurry, last night my subordinates said that they saw dirty things, and people were panicked, and I happened to hear the uncle of the melon field say that there is a truth here, so I came to pay a visit. My men and Brother Qian are resting over there. ”

Master Yixiu turned his head to look at the other end of the bamboo forest, saw the carriage, and saw Qian Jiale carrying water, and knew that what the young man in front of him said was true.

"You're looking for the four-eyed Taoist," Master Yixiu nodded, "Calculate the day, he should come back tomorrow, but young man, I'm curious about your kung fu, are you interested in having two tricks with me?" ”

"Please also ask the master for advice"

By the river, the bald monk put one hand on his chest and recited a Buddha name, with a sacred expression and great compassion.

Next to the bamboo forest, Song Ying, who was dressed in a plaid suit, raised his hands, and his internal strength was lifted, ready to go.

Suddenly, the wind blows!

Both of them rushed towards each other at the same time. Instant hand-to-hand.

The fist and palm collided for the first time, and the first fight between the two was strength, but the result shocked the two at the same time.

Song Ying took three steps back and stopped his figure, and Master Yixiu took eight steps back in a row before he succeeded in stopping the momentum of retreat.

Since going to work for more than a month, Song Ying can be said to have learned hard qigong by using power for personal gain, and has even practiced to the fullest, and the strength between one punch and one palm is not inferior to that of King Li, which is enough for a thousand catties!

He also cultivates the Vajra Immortal Divine Skill, the Ice and Fire Palm, etc.

Although he didn't exert all his strength just now, he also had seven or eight points of strength, and he only beat Master Yixiu back eight steps, even if he was a first-class master in the martial arts world, he would never dare to say that he would take a palm and not spit out a mouthful of blood.

This monk is indeed not simple!

There is also a master of Yixiu who has the same idea, in this year, it is not uncommon to be able to work with both hands, and the previous light skills amazed him, at least Master Yixiu has not met the people who have used such beautiful light skills.

With the opponent's punch, he found that where is this young man's martial arts strength, it is clearly natural divine power and martial arts strength.

"Hahaha, good! Again! Master Yixiu laughed twice, waving his fists and fighting Song Ying again.

The further he went, the more Song Ying felt the strength of Master Yixiu, although his strength was not strong, and his body could only be said to be slightly stronger than ordinary people, but he had another kind of strength.

It's mana!

Taoist priests rely on mana to draw talismans, catch ghosts, and subdue demons.

Monks must also have mana.

It's just that mana is just a blue bar in most stories.,The identity of MP.,In addition to releasing spells, it's not much use to put it in the body.。

Therefore, whether it is Master Yixiu's mana that is strange and superb and can be blessed to fight on his body, or whether he has mastered the magical method.

It's just that he can only swallow this doubt.

Song Ying and Master Yixiu made more than 20 moves, and finally stopped.

Of course, the more powerful the two of them, the last master raised his hands and surrendered, "If you don't fight, you won't fight, and you are a freak with natural divine powers, and you are simply making trouble for yourself." ”

The phrase "the master's martial arts are strong, Song Ying admires" is true, although Song Ying has not used a lot of power, such as the chakra increase, there is chakra filling his body, his destructive power can be raised to a higher level, and the Ice and Fire Palm has never used ice and fire.

However, as a human being who has no martial arts world at all, Master Ikkyu can be equal to himself in terms of fists and feet, which is enough to see how powerful he is.

"Are you praising me or yourself" Master Yixiu smiled and rubbed his arm, "A person who is born with divine power, can become a tiger general on the battlefield with a gun, and can become a generation of great warlords in the competition, and I look at the face of the donor, I am afraid that the road of a businessman is not easy to walk, but it is better to go to the army to hone and hone." ”

During the period of the Republic of China, the warlords were divided, and Song Yingruo really didn't mind joining the army to fight, but unfortunately he was a traverser.

"The master said with a smile, I also work for others, and I want to have a little security when doing business, and I didn't think about going to the battlefield with my head at all."

This monk is different from other monks, more open-minded, maybe this is the legendary master, not the guy who opens his mouth and closes his mouth Amitabha.

The two sat on the floor and chatted slowly.

"Donor, I happened to look at you just now, covered in red gold, like my Buddhist golden body......"

"Oh, this, it's really from Buddhism" Song Ying nodded, "It's one of the magic skills of Buddhism, King Kong is not bad, and he can wear gold armor and be invulnerable." ”

"Buddhism still has such apologetic magic skills handed down in the world?!" Master Yixiu was shocked, "No wonder, I see that when the donor casts it, it is like the golden body of the Buddha coming into the world, so it is, Amitabha Buddha~"

"It's just a small way," Song Ying shook his head, "When you encounter ghosts, you may not be spiritual, compared to the four-eyed Dao Chang and the master, your cultivation method, this should not be enough." ”

"Amitabha, the poor monk only recites the scriptures every day, and has never practiced" The monk startled Song Ying as soon as he opened his mouth,

Should I say that the world with ghosts and gods is not ordinary? Reciting scriptures can also obtain this ability, which is much safer than the countless thrilling attempts to survive.

"Master, don't be kidding, in addition to foreign guns and iron cannons, who else in the world can be your opponent in this martial arts, how can this kind of kung fu not be cultivated?"

"That's really the case," Master Yixiu recited the Buddha's name, "The monks don't speak, I have been practicing Buddhism since I was three years old, and I am chanting sutras every day, and now it has been fifty-three years, and I have never practiced a punch or a kick, but the Buddha's Dharma in my mind is becoming clearer and clearer, and the strength in my body is getting bigger and bigger." ”

It turned out to be a devout believer.

Knowing that practicing this ability is useless, Song Ying is not entangled, it is impossible for him to cultivate Buddhism, let alone dedicate his faith.

Shuttling through the world, maybe one day he will see the real Buddha, and maybe even surpass the Buddha, these are not worthy of his faith.