Chapter Thirty-Three: This Is a Story
As soon as the blind dog walked on the front foot, the circle of the back foot came.
Yuantong was so anxious at this time that he was sweating, and shouted at Huizhi while stumbling on his thigh that he had been punished with a cane.
"Zen master, Zen master, something is wrong!"
Huizhi was a little worried that Yuantong saw the blind dog, he first looked at Yuantong's expression with deep eyes, and then gently supported the root of Yuantong's kneeling arm with his hand, and asked softly, "What's the matter?"
Although Yuantong felt that Huizhi's tone was strange, he didn't think much about it, and he didn't know that he had died countless times in Huizhi's heart, and he said in a panicked tone: "Zen Master, Wang Wanghe..."
Huizhi held Yuantong's hand tightly, as if he was going to kill Yuantong in the next moment, Yuantong's next words made Huizhi think again.
Yuantong said: "Zen master, Wang Wang, he's here again!"
Wang Wang... Again... Here it comes?
Didn't Ren Zhengfei just come?
Huizhi didn't react for a while, and Yuantong added: "Wang Wang, he is standing at the door with Wujing's head now, I haven't informed other senior brothers and disciples yet, come and take a look!"
Huizhi came to the main entrance with Yuantong with full of doubts, and saw "Wang Wang" who was surrounded by a group of monks--- and returned to the stage!
It's late at night, but the lights are bright and the people are noisy outside the Tantric Gate.
"Don't move, our great Zen master will come over soon, you dare to be presumptuous" A monk stood on the side of the stage and said in fear, even if it was a threat, from the mouth of a monk with a bald head, the threat was not so big.
Taihui in the crowd suddenly felt Huizhi's arrival, turned around and headed in the direction of Huizhi, and the crowd suddenly exploded.
"What do you want to do!"
"Don't move!"
"Don't panic, everyone, the Zen master is here!"
No matter how big or small the monk is, he is all in a panic in the face of Wang Wang! The crowd is divided, Tai Hui and Hui Zhi stand facing each other, their eyes stirring up sparks in the air, about a minute, Tai Hui's gaze dodged slightly, and he slightly hesitated to throw the head in his hand at Hui Zhi's feet.
"Hmph!" Tai Hui let out a voice that sounded like contempt and more like fear through his nose. What is he afraid of? The monks didn't know, but Zen Master Huizhi understood about three points in his heart, and he was sure that the person in front of him was not Wang Wang.
But this man must have been sent by Wang Wang! Repeated humiliations, severing illusions? As a leader-like figure, he must have reacted at this time!
"Demon!" Hui Zhi stared at Tai Hui, his tone was cold, and he was full of style: "No one to deceive me?" took a kung fu in his hand, and took Tai Hui with one hand, and the strange thing is that Tai Hui only struggled symbolically, and let Hui Zhi handle it.
"The Zen master is amazing!"
"Hmph, forgive me how powerful Wang Wang is, in the hands of the Zen master, don't you have to be obedient?"
Most people are such strange creatures, they can hide if they can't fight, they can scold if they can't hide, and if they don't dare to scold, they can only accept their fate! Except for Wang Wang, of course.