The little monk's face did not change, and he seriously said that his Dharma name was called Bald Donkey.

"Hahaha......"

Everyone immediately burst into laughter on the spot, and even several of them had low laughter, rolling on the ground with laughter.

In the temple, Nie Xiaoqian, who was sitting on the beam and listening attentively, also smiled.

Here and now, laughter is helpless for her.

Although her laughter was extremely high, she had to laugh at a young and beautiful monk with a bald head like a full moon, but he called himself a bald donkey.

The little monk seemed to have eyes behind her back, and glanced back as she smiled.

It was so calm at first glance, like the waters of the Mariana Trench, deep and magnificent.

Nie Xiaoqian saw that she hurriedly stiffened her face and restrained her surging smile, leaving only two bends of autumn water with ups and downs.

It is too rude to smile at the monk and smile at the bald donkey, even if the word "bald donkey" is the monk's own name.

"Bald donkey, which temple are you a monk in?"

"Bald donkey, which monk gave you this Dharma name?"

Someone coaxed and shouted at the little monk jokingly, which caused bursts of laughter for a while.

"Why don't you answer, didn't you just say one sentence after another?"

"Could it be that there is too little oil and water in the temple, which makes people stupid and stupid?"

Since he was a child, the monk admitted that his legal name was a bald donkey, and just now he was very jealous of his invulnerable body protection skills, maybe they thought that they found that this monk with extremely high martial arts was a nerd, or maybe there was a righteous mountain villa owner here, and they were all unscrupulous.

No matter how high his martial arts are, he is also a nerd, who would be afraid of a nerd?

Almost everyone present was laughing, even the respected owner Fu Chenfu, although his face was still firmly maintained, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but show a hint of a smile.

Except for the little monk, the only one who doesn't laugh is the head of the Qingsong Road. And Aomatsu Daochang not only did not smile, but even the original three-point smile on his face disappeared without a trace, and was replaced by extremely cautious.

When the others couldn't stop laughing, Master Fu, who had always been accustomed to watching the six roads, noticed the strange look on Qingsong Dao's face, and asked in a low voice, "Brother Qingsong Dao, what's wrong?" ”

Daoist Qingsong replied in a deep voice: "I'm afraid I'm going to return in vain tonight." ”

Master Fu Zhuang was stunned and asked, "Why did Brother Dao say this?" ”

"The monk is a bald donkey, a crazy young monk." Qingsong Dao Chang sighed, "Everyone laughed happily when they heard it, but they didn't know that these two comments came from Wuliang Temple. ”

"Immeasurable Temple?" The owner of Fu Zhuang, whose face was as heavy as water, instantly lost color, his tone tightened, and he asked urgently: "What does Brother Dao mean?" ”

There are words in the rivers and lakes, the punch is immeasurable, and the sword returns to pure yang.

The boxing technique is the first in the world of Wuliang Temple, and the swordsmanship is the dominant power of the Pure Yang Palace.

And Wuliang Temple and Chunyang Palace, most people in the rivers and lakes only hear their names, but do not know their doors, which are the secret realms in the rivers and lakes that are comparable to the hidden Yuan Society.

The owner of Fu Zhuang is the owner of a village in Zhengqi Villa, and he has also heard a little about Wuliang Temple. These two martial arts secret realms that have been passed down by the public have many innate masters, and it is even rumored that there are masters who have cultivated to the land immortals and ascended to feathers.

"This little elder may be a disciple of the Infinite Temple." Qingsong Daoren nodded and replied, his tone three points more respectful.

Master Fu Zhuang's face suddenly became difficult to see, the name of Wuliang Temple is bigger than the sky, even if it is known as the Shaolin Temple where the world's martial arts come from it, it will lose a few chips, and if it can come out of that temple, where will it be a nerd and a mediocre hand, thirteen horizontal exercises Taibao, iron cloth shirts, and golden bell jars, what are these hard skills in the rivers and lakes.

At present, the little bald donkey elder who is suspected of being a disciple of Wuliang Temple wants to make a hindrance from it, as the owner of the Righteous Qi Mountain Villa, if he retreats after hearing the wind, he will inevitably lose face.

After thinking about it for a while, for the sake of safety, he asked, "Can Brother Dao see the number of martial arts paths of this little elder?" ”

"It is rumored that there is a supreme mastery in Wuliang Temple, after practice, it is just to yang, invulnerable, water and fire are not invaded, and the laws are not moving, and it is called immeasurable and does not leak the golden body." Aomatsu replied.

Although Daoist Qingsong did not directly say that the martial arts of the bald donkey are immeasurable and immeasurable golden body, since he said so, this little monk who sits there and does not move like a mountain is likely to practice immeasurable and immeasurable golden body. And before this, there had already been a trial of the swordsman Lei Gongface and the killer of Yi Shuilou to shoot the sun.

No matter how the sword splits and shoots, all of them are destroyed, and not even a single hair of the little monk is injured.

It's just that the owner of Fu Zhuang still has questions: "Invulnerability is not wonderful, but water and fire do not invade, and the laws do not move, is it too vain?" ”

Daoist Qingsong shook his head when he heard this, and replied: "Pure Yang Palace's imperial sword technique, one sword is a thousand. The immeasurable temple does not leak the golden body, one husband is closed, and ten thousand people are not open. ”

Qingsong Dao's long words mean that if the skill is not enough, it can't be broken and the golden body can't be broken, and no matter how many people there are, it will be useless. And the little monk bald donkey, when he sits at the gate of the temple, he is a husband and a man. Even if the temple is demolished by virtue of the strength of the people, as long as the people are still there, it will not help.

Under the doubts of Master Fu Zhuang, it was still hard to believe that this monk was only about twenty years old, how could he practice such a supreme mastery at such a young age?

Daoist Qingsong and Master Fu Zhuang asked and answered, others didn't know, but Nie Xiaoqian listened to it.

Of course, she felt that if this bald donkey, the little monk was really as magical as the Qingsong Daoist said, and she should have heard it.

Nie Xiaoqian thought about it, and glanced at the little monk with some curiosity.

Someone asked him sarcastically just now, which eminent monk gave him this Dharma name?

Others laugh at me for being crazy, and I laugh at others for not being able to see through it.

Nie Xiaoqian thinks that "bald donkey", and the serious monk in that temple will give this kind of legal name, probably because he started it in private.

He is a monk of Wuliang Temple, and the Heavenly Sect divides and distracts from madness.

If it is really a self-proclaimed Dharma name, the little monk can indeed be called a madman.

It's just that Qingsong Daoist said that he is a monk and a bald donkey, and he is a crazy young monk, why is he humble, and he calls himself a bald donkey?

Very interesting little monk, Nie Xiaoqian thought with interest. If it weren't for the fact that there were too many people, she would have liked to ask the little monk's "bald donkey" experience.

Outside the temple, the martial arts heroes laughed and scolded for a while, too much addiction, and turned around to see what the owner of Fu Zhuang and the Qingsong Daoist were talking about, and it was a long time to say it, watching the moon shadow move westward, and there was no intention of making a move, and some couldn't hold it back.

is unruly, and he doesn't have much use for Fu Chen, the owner of the Righteous Villa, and he shouted for fear that the world would not be chaotic: "The moon is dark and the wind is high on the night of killing, I thought there would be a big storm tonight, but I didn't expect that the thunder and rain would be small, which is really regrettable." ”

As soon as these words came out, the crowd was suddenly surging.

"Where are the rats, hiding in the crowd and chattering?"

"Have the courage to fart, but don't have the courage to come out and have two tricks with Lao Tzu?"

"Are you afraid that Lao Tzu will slaughter you with one move, don't worry, Lao Tzu only makes half a move."

"If you want to fight with the uncle, you will first slaughter the bald donkey guarding the door for the uncle."

"Rat boys, come out."

……

Seeing that the crowd was surging and out of control, the owner of Fu Zhuang stepped forward and persuaded him with good words: "Little Elder, you get out of the way, Fu will not be embarrassed by you." ”

The little monk didn't hear it, and only said to himself: "Cihang was originally a ferry boat, but all living beings don't get on the boat." ”

"If you want Lao Tzu to get on your boat, take Lao Tzu's palm first, and see if you are qualified."

Just when the owner of Fu Zhuang was hesitating, planning how to deceive the little monk, there was a strong man Han Dapeng who rushed up like spreading his wings, and raised his hand towards the little monk is palm.

This palm is very strong, as if it has far-reaching power, the person is still three zhang away, and the palm wind has blown the little monk's clothes hunting.

"Good hand!"

Wang Lin in the temple saw it clearly, and only felt that the palm of the big man was no less powerful than his own powerful King Kong palm, and he couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

"Wait!" Master Fu Zhuang shouted.

But the palm of the big man has already slapped on the little monk's chest, and the palm is surging like a frenzied tide, overlapping and heavy, endlessly, even a stone of several hundred catties, and it will also be shaken away. No matter how hard this little monk is, this full palm will make him vomit blood and fracture his bones.

"The great achievement is still mine."

The palm of his hand pressed on the little monk, and the big man unconsciously showed a smug look on his face.

However, before his smug expression was revealed, he felt an overwhelming force inspired by the little monk's body.

"Not good!"

It was too late to say it, but I only heard a crisp sound, and the big man's body shook to the ground, his right arm burst one by one, and when the flesh and blood flew up, the arm bones came out through the shoulder.

In the midst of the shock, he vomited blood at a faster speed than when he came, flew upside down a few feet, rolled on the ground a few times, and when he stopped, he was already out of breath and out of breath.