"What's ......" The angry-eyed monk was shocked, and subconsciously glanced at the Mahavira Treasure Hall, but immediately felt that something was wrong. As a master of breaking the level, he reacted so quickly that he knew that he couldn't let his eyes take his eyes off Mrs. Sanmiao, so he immediately turned back again. But he is fast, and others are faster. Mrs. Sanmiao seized this fleeting opportunity, and in a flash, she approached her, and her palms crackled and jerked at the angry monk.

She is far inferior to the other party, and she has never dared to get too close, but now she has finally found a chance to output.

There were ten crackling sounds, and the angry monk was dazzled and his ears were twitched, and he could only roar angrily, and finally broke away from the battle circle and jumped out. Bang, he fell to the ground, and Dada took two steps backwards to stand still. Looking down, there were already several handprints on the robe, and a luxurious monk's robe had turned into a beggar's outfit. There are many more five-finger mountains on the face, one on top of the other, blue and red. When I touched it, it hurt a lot, it seemed to be swollen.

And the bitter monk and the happy monk also landed at the same time, standing with him, looking like a lot of wolves.

Crunch, crunch, the plaque of the Daxiong Treasure Hall shook twice, and finally smashed to the ground. The plaque of the main hall of Shaolin has never fallen to the ground for thousands of years, but at this moment, it will eventually fall into the dust.

But I only heard a snap, but I was grabbed by a hand.

It was Yang Qi, she walked out of the Daxiong Treasure Palace, caught the plaque with her hand, and then threw it casually, and the plaque immediately flew back to its original position and hung it firmly. The monks were stunned~, and even the angry-eyed monks were a little stunned.

"When I saw it today, the name of your Shaolin Temple is not nonsense, so this sign is still hanging. Yang Qi looked at the eighteen old bronze men in the Zen Heart Hall, and then looked at the three monks in front of him. Nodding slightly: "It's kind." Not a soft egg. But. The person who should be released is not negotiable!" Yang Qi clenched his fists and rushed forward: "See how long your golden bell jar can last!"

Mrs. Sanmiao also rushed forward, screaming like a banshee's howl, eager to try to squirt.

The three monks also immediately put on a posture, and the robes and demons, the golden bell jar, and the one-finger Zen were all in place, and a new round of battle was about to break out.

Just when the two sides were about to fight again, the special phrase on the rivers and lakes finally sounded for the first time in this book: "Donor and slow!"

This sound, the volume is not too high, but it contains profound and long-lasting skills. Shock the audience. Although it does not contain any sound skills, it is enough to show the solid foundation of internal skills. Mrs. Sanmiao's face changed slightly, and the skill of the person who came was profound, and she was even more than the three monks in front of her, only stronger than when she was in her heyday. If you convert it to another world, it is a master at the peak of the innate triple king, and it must be the most complete level in the triple heaven.

How can there be a master in this Shaolin Temple?

One by one, endlessly, isn't it?

Everyone paused, and when they looked back, they saw a stout monk carrying a pair of huge iron buckets, and rushed over with a snort (note: when he was punished, he must always hold the iron bucket and tie the iron chain). He was accompanied by a fourteen or fifteen-year-old monk (note: in the original book, he was sixteen or seventeen years old. Minus a little here), although the little monk is young, his skills are not low. For more than 30 years, he has been running fast.

"Iron bucket?" Yang Qi looked up and down - well, if the characteristics are right, it is likely to be that person. She raised her voice and asked, "Who are you, what's the matter?"

Guo Xiang and He Zudao also walked in the door, and when Guo Xiang saw the two monks who entered randomly, he was immediately surprised: "Master Jueyuan, Junbao?"

"The poor monk Tibetan Scripture Pavilion Jueyuan, please stop. The great monk ran to the middle of the two groups of people, separated the two sides, and saluted to the left and right: "Senior brothers, as well as all the female donors, everyone has no grudges, why bother? ”

"Stop fighting?" The angry-eyed monk asked loudly: "How to stop it?" That little boy has a lot to do with it, and he must not be let back! Why don't you quickly surrender the demon girl with us and the others!" Mrs. Sanmiao smoked a few big-eared scrapers, he was really angry, and now he wanted to kill the demon girl opposite in seconds to save face, how could he agree to stop.

"Heh, you old man still doesn't have a long memory, it seems that my aunt and grandmother will reward you with a few more little mouths. "Sanmiao is not timid, he will fight, who is afraid of whom. With Yang Qi's main force T in front, she can rest assured that she can add debuffs to the field, and she can definitely sprinkle two bags with one bag. What's more, there is Wu Zhengfeng outside, she feels that even if there is no other helper, the four monks in front of her will not be Wu Zhengfeng's opponent if they are tied up together.

Although he has been reduced to a subordinate now, sometimes, it feels quite cool to have a big backer fox and fake tiger.

Some people don't want to stop, but there are others who don't want to fight anymore.

"Amitabha, Senior Brother Jueyuan, how should you stop fighting according to your opinion?" The bitter monk is now the one who doesn't want to fight anymore. And Monk Le smiled bitterly and nodded in the same way. His one-finger Zen was useless after being abused by Yang Qi into scum, although he also knew a few other Shaolin stunts, but the level was not high, and it was no longer enough to participate in the battle. And in a sense, his one-finger Zen has been broken, which is also a big blow to his will and fighting spirit.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the reason for today's dispute is very simple and clear. Abbot Tianming and the senior brothers wanted to keep the little benefactor, not to harm him, but it was indeed unfair to use forcible abduction. The focus of the dispute is whether the little donor is willing to stay. Therefore, the poor monk's idea was that it was better to invite the little benefactor and talk openly and honestly. If the little donor is willing to stay, it is best, if he is not willing to stay, we will not force him to stay, I will apologize and send him back to the Western Regions. What do you think?"

Tianming was not there, and there was no leader among the monks present. Monks, you look at me, I look at you, and in the end, the bitter monk has the highest status, and he makes the decision. The bitter monk immediately nodded and said, "Good, good, this is very true, and it should be so." Many of the other monks had been unsure of the cause and effect, and when they heard that this was the case, they couldn't help but nod. Although the angry monk has a disgruntled face, this truth is nothing more than this in the sky, so he can't open his mouth to object.

Here, the leadership is much clearer. Yang Qi immediately nodded: "Okay, let's do it." ”

"Good. Junbao, go. ”

"Yes!"

The little monk galloped all the way away, and then quickly ran back, and when he came back, he already had a rattan box in his hand. It turned out that Guo Xiang and He Zudao were in a hurry, and Tianming had not opened the package after receiving the mail from the old man of Shaolin in the Western Regions, and it was completely original. As the rattan box opened, the first thing everyone saw was a two- or three-year-old child with his hands and feet tied and his mouth gagged.

Sanmiao snorted disdainfully: "Decent family? ha, joke!"

Some of the monks were red-faced and speechless because of this.

Zhang Junbao untied the child's restraints and hugged him, and at first glance he was a boy with slightly dark skin but delicate facial features. The boy suffered this great sin, but he did not cry in fright like an ordinary child, but his eyes revealed a maturity and wisdom that was not commensurate with his age.

Wu Zhengfeng immediately frowned when he saw the child, as a person who had rejuvenated many times, she could see something in those eyes.

And Yang Qi's reaction was even greater.

She opened her eyes wide, involuntarily approached the past, looked up and down, and then raised her finger to the young child, with doubts and intuition in her tone: "You...... You you, you ......" She even said a few words "you" without any substance, because she didn't know what to say. The moment she saw this child, she had an inexplicable feeling, but she couldn't explain it clearly.

And the same is true of the child, who also looked back at Yang Qi with a look of surprise, confusion and feeling. He looked at Yang Qi up and down with a pair of big eyes, and also muttered, "I...... I...... You ......" He looked at Guo Xiang after a moment, Guo Xiang also felt an inexplicable sense of déjà vu, but it was far less intense than Yang Qi's feelings.

Seeing the expressions of these three people, many people looked at each other, and the reservation faction led by the angry monk felt even worse.

Could it be that these people know each other? But they don't look like they know each other, otherwise they wouldn't just be there "you, you, me, and me." But if it doesn't matter, no one believes it.

It felt like acquaintances separated when we were young, and after twenty or thirty years of vicissitudes, you and I were unrecognizable, and our memories had faded, and then we met by chance in a sea of people.

Familiar and unfamiliar, wanting to say something but not knowing what to say.

"Little donor. Jueyuan is definitely the one who doesn't care about the atmosphere, and he doesn't care how these people interact, he asks the young boy directly: "All the things before, please forgive me." I Songshan Shaolin wants to invite the little donor to stay and study the affairs of the people in the world, but I don't know what the idea of the little Shi is. ”

When the angry monk heard this, he almost couldn't help but slap it with his palm-Jueyuan, you are a stupid donkey, how can you ask your intention immediately? What does a two- or three-year-old child know, he was tied up and stuffed in a box and kidnapped from the Western Regions, at this time, he saw that any bald head was a bad person, how could he agree? Moreover, he knows what kind of Pudu sentient beings, first say something nice and make something delicious to coax!

You idiot, you're mad at me!

But when the boy came back to his senses and looked at Jueyuan, he said something that surprised all the monks, all the women, all the human beings who were neither monks nor women—yes, there was only one He Zudao—and they were stunned: "I already know the cause and effect. Okay, I'll stay for a few days. ”

Stay...... Under?

Eh, my ears heard me right, did you stay?

The angry-eyed monk was the first to react, and immediately clapped his hands: "Come on, why don't you take this little donor to the side room and entertain him well!" Many monks immediately rushed up, picked up the little boy and left, as if they were afraid of being robbed.

But his worries were unnecessary, and no one grabbed them.

An inexplicable battle is over. An inexplicable beginning, an inexplicable way, and an inexplicable end in an inexplicable choice. and Yang Qi, looking at the young child who was taken away from a distance with an inexplicable face. The eyes of the two people, one large and one small, touched through the crowd for a moment, and then they were completely separated by the house. Yang Qi retracted his gaze, but pinched his chin and pursed his eyes and said slowly: "There is a trick, this little ghost head, absolutely, absolutely, absolutely right, there is a trick......" (to be continued......) R1292