Sweeping monk, when he was young, just in time for Xiaoyaozi to come to the door to ask for exercises, Shaolin Temple of course will not agree, after a fight, can only let Xiaoyaozi promise to copy all the martial arts for him, but the person who copied the book is the sweeping monk.

At that time, he hated... Why... Why do you have to give your own things to others, the master said to be kind to others, why did this person knock on the door, and he still had to copy books, when he was a child, he looked at the room full of books, and tears fell.

For two months, he plagiarized for two months, but he didn't understand, he didn't understand, so he went to ask the master, and as a result, he was punished and asked to think about it, why should he let himself think about it?

What did you do wrong and why?

Since then, he was jealous of Xiaoyaozi's martial arts, jealous of his master's rights, and then he inadvertently got a ring in the back mountain, which was rusty at that time, and a fox head on it was vivid, and every time he picked up the ring, he felt inexplicably at ease, as if his hatred and jealousy of his master against Xiaoyaozi would also be calmed.

But as time went by, he found that he couldn't do without the ring, as long as he didn't bring the ring, he felt that he was jealous of the color of the day, and he felt uneven about everything in the world, he was afraid, thinking that this was some kind of demon and monster, and planned to destroy the ring with internal force.

However, the internal force penetrated and allowed him to successfully activate the ring, and under his shock, he found that the ring was really magical, not only to create some strange things, such as lion's mane mushrooms, but also to deceive others.

With the power of the ring, although he did not find Xiaoyaozi, he succeeded in causing the Xiaoyaozi to fall apart, and, as time grew, his ambition grew, and he wanted to build a Buddha country and a world where all people believed in Buddhism.

He started very smoothly, blinding the world's perception, destroying as much as possible the evidence of the saint's existence in the world, so that the world's faith was reduced as much as possible.

But he can only do this step, let others believe in Buddhism, but it is as difficult as ascending to the sky, a person from not believing in Buddhism, to take refuge in my Buddha, it takes him a year, which makes him feel that his ability is insufficient.

The reason is that the ability of the ring seems to be insufficient, and one day he suddenly wondered if there is anything similar in the world, so he began to visit the famous mountains and rivers, and spent twenty years searching for it, but found nothing, as if the ring appeared out of thin air.

At that moment he was desperate, he retired to the Shaolin Temple, began to think every day, wanted to continue to study where the magic of the ring came from, this time it was more than ten years, he still did not harvest, just when he was completely dead, Cui Bowen appeared, which made him overjoyed, thinking that the Buddha of the heavens, brought a gift to himself.......

Cui Bowen didn't feel any joy, he felt that he had made a stinky move, the old monk was just guessing, but now he directly doubted it, and looking at him like this, Bacheng didn't plan to stay alive...

After all, such a big secret to the establishment of the Buddha Kingdom has been known by himself and others, and he still wants to leave alive?

Buddha country, this old monk really dares to think...

The old monk looked at Cui Bowen with a distorted face and said, "Tell me, do you also have a ring, if you don't say it, I will kill them all." ”

Cui Bowen sighed lightly and said to the old monk: "Okay... You've found out, and as long as you don't hurt them, the ring is yours. ”

With that, he reached into his arms and pulled out a ring with a metallic sheen.

This is naturally made by Xun Xun for him, first deal with the person in front of him...

The old monk did not suspect that there was a fake, rushed to Cui Bowen, and snatched the ring away.

Looking at the ring with excitement on his face, his dream of a Buddha country could finally come true, but after studying for a long time, he didn't come up with a single reason, he looked at Cui Bowen and said: "This is really the same ring as my jealous ring?

It's strange if there is a reaction... It was just a ring made of steel.

Cui Bowen's face changed slightly, he actually didn't know how the old monk activated the fragments, did he use internal force?

The old monk looked suspicious and said, "Could it be that you are cheating? This is not a magical thing at all?"

The more he looked at it, the more he looked like a fox, and a fox head at the top was the most obvious, and this ring, although it had a metallic luster, was very different from him.

Cui Bowen's expression was flustered, as if he was really said by the old monk.

"Little donor, are you really lying to me?" The killing intent in the old monk's eyes was like substance, and he planned to kill all the people around him as he spoke, but he remembered that someone called him Lang.

Glancing around, his eyes soon locked on a young woman with a white veil on her face.

Cui Bowen saw that the old monk was going to make a move on Mu Wanqing, and hurriedly shouted: "Okay, I admit it." ”

"That's right, the little donor should be honest and hand over the real ring to the old man. "The old monk's killing intent has been restrained.

"No, you misunderstood, the method I need to activate this ring is blood!"

Before he finished speaking, the old monk had already used his internal force to force out a little blood to drip on the ring, and the blood fell gorgeously along the ring......

The old monk was furious, he was sure that this ring must be fake, he was going crazy...

But before he could get mad, Cui Bowen's voice started again: "Oh, old monk, you are too anxious, the blood I said must be extracted from a specific thing and injected into the ring." ”

As he spoke, he took out a strange thing with a metallic luster from his bosom, the thickness of his thumb, more than a foot long, and the whole object was divided into two parts, the front half a foot was as thin as a needle, and the back was thick.

This object is no stranger to any modern person.

This is what makes countless children cry bitterly, and even some adults are terrified, syringes, and they are extra-large ....

Cui Bowen flipped the syringe and said with a resolute expression: "Old monk, you have to count when you speak, and if you get the ring, you will let us go." ”

"That's natural, the monks don't speak. ”

Mu Wanqing was on the side, but said hurriedly: "Cui Lang, don't believe him, obviously he doesn't plan to let us go!"

Cui Bowen waved his hand and said, "Don't say it, I believe the old monk won't lie to me." ”

Ah Zi also accosted: "I can't believe him, he seriously injured my family's Duan Yu, you can see that your mind is vicious, how can you still dare to believe him, how can you, the master, not distinguish between right and wrong." ”

What happened to Duan Yu during his absence.....

But this is not the time to care about gossip, Cui Bowen said with a resolute face: "Old monk, don't let me believe the wrong person, otherwise I won't let you go." ”

The old monk nodded, and said kindly: "Don't worry, the little donor, the old man still has this reputation." ”

Cui Bowen secretly slandered in his heart.

But on the surface, he nodded and said, "Draw your own blood out of this thing, and then pour it on the ring." ”

After saying that, he threw it to the old monk, and the other party took it gently, looking at this strange thing, he was afraid of fraud, but the exquisite design of this thing was not like it, after all, he was not a traverser, and he had never seen a syringe.

After fiddling with it, the old monk already knew how to use it, raised his arm lightly, and pricked the tip of the needle against his vein. His martial arts have given him strong self-confidence, and he is not afraid of Cui Bowen's deception.

Burst... This prick, obviously did not control the strength, directly pierced the blood vessels, although the old monk's martial arts are extremely high, but the technique of pricking needles is not something that can be learned in a while....

This time, the old Cui's eyes twitched, this old monk was really cruel to himself, anyway, if he was replaced, he would definitely not come.

The old monk frowned, but he still easily pulled out a tube of blood and slowly poured it on the ring.

But the blood was poured on, and there was still no reaction.

The old monk no longer understands that he has been tricked, so he has lived for so many years in vain, damn it, and he fooled himself into drawing so much blood...

Glaring at Cui Bowen and said: "Little donor, you have played the old man three times and twice, do you really think that the old man will not dare to kill people?"

Cui Bowen hurriedly waved his hand and said: "No, no, no, I really didn't lie to you, it's just that this activation process takes three days and three nights, and you have to water the ring all the time to activate it." ”

The old monk smiled angrily and said, "Little donor, do you really think that you can still deceive the old man?"

As he spoke, he picked up the ring, and with a snap, the ring was broken by him.

Sure enough, his own ring can't be broken no matter what, this ring is fake, careless, he should have come up and pinched it if he knew it.

Cui Bowen saw that the ring was crushed, his feet moved, his whole body's internal strength was running wildly, he gathered his left fist, and went straight to the old monk's door.

Hmph, the old monk threw away the fake ring, the monk's robe agitated, and raised his dry palm.

Boom~~

With a loud bang, Cui Bowen's fist hit the palm of the old monk's hand, and its internal force blew the surrounding grass and trees to the ground.

Deng, Deng, Cui Bowen was shocked back by the old monk's internal force for three steps before stopping, his throat was sweet, and a mouthful of blood spurted out...

"Cui Lang~~"

On the side, Mu Wanqing saw Cui Bowen vomiting blood, and she was anxious, so she planned to come over to help, Cui Bowen waved her hand, and their battle, Mu Wanqing couldn't help much, but would worry herself.

The old monk was also taken a step back by Cui Bowen, and said with surprise on his face: "Hey, the little donor has so profound internal skills, no wonder he dares to play with the old man, but this is not enough." ”

Although the old monk said so on the surface, it was true that Cui Bowen's punch with all his strength made him unexpectedly suffer some internal injuries, but it was very slight.

Cui Bowen wiped the corners of his mouth and said, "Bald donkey, I'm curious, why do villains have to beep a lot." ”

The old monk smiled: "Little donor, insult me three or four times, I see that the little donor is full of demons, why don't you take refuge in my Buddha, how about cultivating your body and mind?"

Cui Bowen saw the old monk's smile, and also smiled: "Do you want me to enter the Buddha Gate? Come on, come on, see if you have the ability." ”

While speaking, Cui Bowen once again turned the internal force of his whole body and attacked the old monk, although the old monk has already taken half a step beyond the extraordinary realm, but Cui Bowen has deep internal strength, so he does not dare to be careless.

All of a sudden, the two fought a hundred tricks, Cui Bowen poured his learning, what kind of free boxing, what monkey steals peaches, what fairy picks grapes, and those miscellaneous kung fu, as long as it can be used, he has used it all over again, and he doesn't care whether the tricks are insidious and vicious, Cui Bowen remembers a famous saying, a black cat and a white cat are good cats when they catch mice.

The old monk was pressed and beaten by him for a while, not that the old monk couldn't hurt Cui Bowen's life, the main thing was that although the old monk felt that the other party had what he needed, he couldn't find it, and he wanted to ask more about the ring.

But this Cui Bowen is so shameless, he uses any trick.

When the old monk thought of this, he not only laughed out loud, but after laughing, he felt wrong, what happened to him, why did he laugh?

Cui Bowen was waiting for this time, when the Infinite Sword appeared out of thin air in his left hand and slashed at the old monk's arm with the ring.

Burst~

Blood was spilled, the old monk's arm was cut off, and blood flowed out of the wound like a spring.

Cui Bowen held the severed arm in his hand the moment he cut it.

"Ah~~ hehe!"

The old monk actually laughed out loud at this juncture... The voice was terrifying, making Mu Wanqing and the others stand on end.

Although the old monk broke his arm, his movements were not slow at all, he didn't know why he was laughing, and when he saw his arm being snatched away, he wanted to retreat lightly.

Thump~

The old monk only felt that the internal force running to his feet suddenly lost control, and he fell to the ground when he lost his foot.

Cui Bowen looked at the performance of the old monk, wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "Dead bald donkey, are you curious why you laugh? And why is the internal force out of control?"