Three days after the opening of the temple, the Leiyin Temple closed its doors.

The abbot of Leiyin Temple, Rulai, carried his burden and appeared in Baiyun Town, the largest town within a radius of fifty miles.

With a population of more than 10,000, Baiyun Town has a large market every ten days, and villagers and merchants from nearby villages come from all over the world to participate in the market and purchase and sell the goods they need.

The reason why Hu Lai chose to temporarily close the temple gate was also to come to the bazaar to shop, and by the way, to see if there were any suitable disciples.

There is no way, it has only been three days since the temple was opened, and the original few incense and candles in Leiyin Temple have been consumed, and they must be repurchased, in addition to buying daily necessities such as rice, flour, oil and salt.

So far, Hu Lai is a bare-bones commander, no matter what he does, he is personally out of the horse, from leading pilgrims to worship the Buddha, down to cleaning the temple and Buddha hall, cleaning up garbage and other trivial things, he is doing it alone, causing his time to be stuffed every day.

Hu Lai, who felt that he was lacking in skills, also understood that it was time to recruit some disciples.

In addition, there are not too many people who sincerely worship him, and the growth of the merits of the Buddha statue is getting slower and slower, and he is also ready to promote Leiyin Temple and himself in the densely populated Baiyun Town.

The morning market is bustling with activity, and the streets are lined with a variety of goods, most of which are daily necessities and medicinal herbs.

Hu Lai was not in a hurry to buy rice, flour, grain and oil, but first wandered around the bazaar, looking for suitable disciples.

Now he is not short of money, and he can buy things lavishly, but recruiting disciples is not something that can be done with a lot of money, especially when recruiting suitable and excellent disciples, there are many more things to pay attention to, and the most important thing is to pay attention to the Buddha and the destined people.

After turning around, in the most prosperous village square, Hu Lai found a large group of people gathered there, and the road was almost blocked.

When I got closer, I saw a sturdy young man standing in the crowd, this young man had thick eyebrows, bright eyes, wearing a short shirt, thick arms, and looked muscular, and he was confronting a strong man with a big belly.

The strong man was at least about two hundred pounds, shirtless, his fat chest and belly were full of black hair, like a big bear, and he wore bracers on his wrists that people who practice martial arts often wear, and he also put on a posture.

Obviously, this is a joust.

"Eight Kings Divine Arm Fist!"

After a dozen breaths of confrontation, the black-haired strong man made the first move, shouting out the moves, and then raised his fist and hit the boy.

Woooooo

The strong man's fist seemed to be powerful, but it was out of order, and he stunned Hu on the side.

Where is this Eight Kings God Arm Fist, it is simply the Eight Kings Fist!

It's still the kind of Wang Baquan that is particularly unlevel, and he doesn't even have the right head.

Drink!

When the young man saw the other party rushing towards him with his fist, he was not afraid at all, but just shouted violently and punched suddenly.

Between the two of them, the strong man's Wang Ba fist was completely empty, but the young man's fist hit the opponent's chest, knocking him to the ground hard, and came to a standard ass backwards to flatten the sand and fall goose style, and then let out a scream like killing a pig.

The onlookers were stunned for a few breaths, and then they burst into cheers and applause, and many people spoke out to praise the young man's extraordinary martial arts.

"Looking at this strength, there is probably the cultivation of the five heavens of the Qi Realm, this young man is not simple. Hu Lai nodded slightly.

He has been practicing Tongzigong and Luohan Boxing since he was a child, almost never stopped, and he can not be worthy of the cultivation of the six heavens of Qi training, which is still under the careful teaching of the master of the burning lamp, which shows that this young man must have practiced martial arts since he was a child, and practiced diligently every day.

"This eldest brother, the one or two pieces of silver you used to challenge before, the younger brother accepted it, and if you are lucky enough to worship under the Qingyu Gate another day, the younger brother should return the amount. The thick-eyed boy said as he took a piece of broken silver from the wooden box behind him into his arms.

"Stinky boy, dare to be ruthless, I can't beat you when I really am grandpa, you wait for me!" The black-haired strong man seemed to be unable to lose, and he got up and shouted angrily, and then ran out of the crowd.

It was only at this time that Hu Lai saw a sign on the ground behind the young man, and there were big characters written on it: In order to worship under the Qingyu Gate, the younger brother is in urgent need of silver, and a competition is hereby held, and the challenger will challenge with one or two silvers, and the winner can win ten taels.

After a long time, this young man was accumulating money by beating in order to worship the Qingyu Gate.

"Why is it Qingyumen again?" Hu Lai frowned slightly, remembering the pair of men and women a few days ago.

Suddenly, someone in the crowd recognized Hu Lai, and the man hurriedly shouted: "Master Rulai, I can't imagine that it is Master Rulai of Leiyin Temple!"

When he shouted like this, everyone around him was shocked, and they all focused their attention on Hu Lai.

"Is he really a master of Rulai?"

"I heard that Master Nyolai is the reincarnation of the Buddha and can make the deceased manifest. ”

"I also heard that Master Rulai's martial arts are very high, and he can kill a thief with one punch, how can he be a little monk?"

Everyone immediately looked at the legendary Buddha-like holy monk, but when they looked at it, most of them stared at it with wide eyes.

There is a great virtuous monk in the Leiyin Temple of Lingshan who can make the deceased manifest his spirit, which has become a well-known thing, and under word of mouth, many people regard the master as the reincarnation of the Buddha, saying that he can not only talk to the dead, but also be invincible in the world in martial arts.

Although most people will believe this rumor and treat it as a topic of casual conversation after tea and dinner, some of them still plan to visit Master Rulai in person at Leiyin Temple.

It's just that the master in front of him is too young, he looks like he is fifteen or sixteen years old, he is a little monk who has not grown his hair at all, how can it be the reincarnation of the legendary Buddha?

"Amitabha, the Dharma name of the little monk is like this, if there is anyone who needs to do things to surpass the dead, you can find the little monk. Seeing this, Hu Lai calmly advertised, without any explanation.

Many people are still looking at each other, unable to figure out whether this master is real or fake.

"I heard that the martial arts of the master of Leiyin Temple are world-famous, and he can kill the bandits with strong martial arts with one punch, and I am fortunate to meet today, I don't know if the master can learn from him. The thick-eyed boy came to Hu Lai at this time, and asked with a bright gaze.

"Amitabha, the little monk only knows a little bit of martial arts and is only enough to defend himself, and the little monk below still has important things to do, so he will be exempted after the discussion, and he will say goodbye, donor. Hu Lai folded his hands, turned around and left.

He came to find an apprentice, and he didn't have time to compete with others, not to mention that this young man was just practicing Qi Realm cultivation, which was too different from his Foundation Building Realm cultivation, even if he won the battle, it didn't make any sense.

The most important thing is that he is now a generation of monks, known as the reincarnation of the Buddha, how can he fight in public, this is too cheap.

Seeing this, the young man could only shrug his shoulders.

Just now he heard that this little monk was a world of martial arts, and he immediately had the idea of fighting with the other party.

It is expected that this little monk's martial arts will not be very high, if he defeats the other party, he will definitely be able to make a name for himself in a battle, and even if he can't beat the other party, he can gain a lot of martial arts experience.

It's a pity that the other party doesn't want to fight with him at all.

It is estimated that the other party is afraid.

Most of the so-called martial arts are just boasting.

The boy told himself.

When Hu Lai turned to leave, there was a noise of chickens flying and dogs jumping in front of him.

The big guy immediately looked for prestige, only to see that the fat black man who had just been knocked to the ground was back, with several fierce strong men behind him.

The black fat man took the lead in rushing into the crowd, pointed at the young man with thick eyebrows, and roared menacingly: "It's him, hit me!"