Li Yuanba held the post written on talisman paper and handed it to the monk of the mountain gate. The monk sneered, and the etiquette was thorough. After speaking a few official words, he went straight to Motang. This challenge Shaolin wants to fight to become famous, there are several waves every month, which is really normal. These matters generally do not need to alarm the abbot, and can be handled by the Dharma Hall.

In a moment, the first seat of the Dharma Hall, the monk of Shengui led the eighteen sticks to discharge the geese at the mountain gate. The turtle monk shouted at the Taoist priests: "Jinyang City in Bingzhou Chaotianguan! It's not glorious to win. Monk I suggest that the group fight should be finished early, and Lao Tzu will go back to fasting. Damn, don't let people stop early in the morning!

The monk shouted loudly, and all the "Taoist priests" laughed: this monk was clearly a gangster on the street. On the Taoist side, Zhao Jingzhi came forward. After all, he is the old rivers and lakes of the old rivers and lakes. Zhao Zun knew that Ziyang Zhenren was going to delay time, so he responded: Great monk, it is better for you to go back to fasting first, and then move to eliminate food when you are full. Don't wait to lose, say we're full and bully the hungry. Otherwise, it is said that the hungry bully has just eaten.

Indeed, when hungry, combat effectiveness is greatly reduced. But if you have just eaten, your combat effectiveness will be greatly reduced, and I am afraid it is not as good as being hungry. Therefore, in ancient times, the last meal before the decisive battle was very particular, one could not be hungry, and the other could not be too full. The time interval between eating and fighting, and the size of the amount, are clearly defined in the Art of War. It's not uncommon for some stupid generals to lose a battle because they didn't eat a proper meal!

The monk smiled and said: It's interesting, you don't look like a miscellaneous hair (Taoist), but like a slipper (gangster). Anyway, I will receive a prayer post once a day. Later, all the noisy ones will blow away. Don't worry about it today, grandpa must have waited for his grandchildren! Boys, go home for dinner!

After that, the eighteen sticks followed the gods and monks, and all the flashed people. Leaving the guest monk snickering.

Zhao Zun was left stunned. His grandmother's, Lao Tzu is just a couple of sentences, this bald donkey has really gone back to eat! Lewd, too lewd!

Zhao Jingzhi's work is also excellent, but this bickering is superior, and he has never suffered a loss. Today, the boat capsized in the gutter, and the monk put it on the table. Unconvinced, he shouted: Senior brothers, bury the pot and make rice. Cut down the tree at the gate of Shaolin for Lao Tzu and use it as a chopping firewood!

Do you think that Yang Guang's personal guard is a fuel-efficient lamp? Is Yang Su's apprentice a dumb melon? All of them are masters who are afraid that the world will not be chaotic! One of the guards happened to be an axe, and he only took the axe three or two times, and cut down a pine tree that was thick as a sea bowl at the gate of Shaolin.

The monk "Hi Hi Hi" called in succession. Before he could finish his fourth shout, the tree fell!

The guard said, "Hey, isn't it just a tree?" Lao Tzu gave you silver.

After speaking, he raised his hand and smashed two taels of silver over, and it fell on the door of his head. See the blood!

The monk screamed like a pig, and he didn't forget to pick up the silver before he ran. The eighteen sticks of the Dharma Hall had not gone far, and they all returned when they heard the movement.

Zhao Jingzhi said with a smile: I'm sorry, the brothers missed for a while, but it made the master better. What if you pay another 180 taels for medical expenses?

The "Taoist priests" said: Senior brother is reasonable. When the words fell, I saw these Taoist priests take out five coins to two or three taels of broken silver and call the monks fiercely. As soon as this master made a move, he knew if there was one, and the techniques of these Taoist priests to beat the silver were all first-class work, and the key point was to kill people. Therefore, the eighteen sticks did not dare to be careless, and they danced the sticks like windmills. I saw the sound of ping-pong, and the silver flew for a while.

Zhao Jingzhi glanced at his junior disciples, and suddenly five of them smashed more than 20 ingots at a stick monk on the far right! Sure enough, the monk couldn't be guarded, and he was hit by five or six ingots, screamed, and lay straight to the ground.

Zhao Jingzhi smiled and said: Oh, I'm sorry, do you want to pay another thousand eight hundred taels to make a good coffin!

The Taoist priests laughed.

The monk also laughed: Interesting. It's funny. If you kick the mountain gate every day and smash it with silver, it won't take a few days, and this mountain gate must be buried with silver. Little ones, don't you look down on the one hundred and ten taels of silver that the Taoist master has rewarded? Pick them up for me, yes, yes, pick them up, and put them aside first. Set up the shelf and let the Taoist masters smash it again. If the eighteen sticks of our Dharma Hall are to be smashed here today, they will need at least 10,000 taels of silver. Ladies and gentlemen, let's go down the mountain first, hire a few big carts, and smash the silver in one breath before it is called happy!

Hey, I didn't see that this god-returning monk was a hob meat. These five guards, including Li Shimin, are all children of the family, and they haven't taken it to heart when they throw out thousands of taels of silver alone. However, although Zhao Jingzhi's five are not poor, they can't compare to the other five after all, and it would really hurt if one person smashed a thousand taels.

But it's all about this, and there is no room for concessions. The Taoist priests prepared all the silver on their bodies and concentrated their firepower to smash it. The monks blindly defended a little bit, and people kept being hit. It was only half a cup of tea, and the silver bottomed out! A total of no less than 3,000 taels of silver was smashed out! Looking at the monks, there were still ten monks who could stand and be fine! Including the Shengui monks.

The Shengui monk laughed and said, "Hahaha, this is the end?" Two or three thousand taels dare to be arrogant at the door of grandpa?

Then the Shengui monk's expression changed abruptly, and he said to the fallen monks: Climb back by yourself, useless things!

Zhao Jingzhi knew that Wang Yuan knew that he would have two hundred taels of silver immediately, so he couldn't help but look at him immediately. Wang Yuan knew what he understood, and patted his horse forward: "Great monk, there are still a few ingots of broken silver in the poor road, so it is better to reward you with a single point."

Shengui snorted coldly: The grandfathers have all the coffins, and they are not bad for these bird feathers, you want to show the birds to the grandfathers, and the grandfathers will take it!

Wang Yuanzhi didn't get off the horse, and took out the silver ingots of eight coins, his heart hurt! It was really enjoyable to see people smashing silver, and it was sour to smash his heart by himself. Wang Yuanzhi was just about to raise his hand, and the gods shouted: The little ones retreated to the mountain gate, and let the masters take these ingots in person.

Wang Yuanzhi said in his heart, you have a little eyesight, and I saw that the silver of eight coins flew towards Shengui's chest like electricity, and Shengui blocked it with a horizontal stick, and Shengui leaned back, half-connected and half-unloaded the ingot, and flew out obliquely. But the tiger's mouth was numb for a while, and he secretly said in his heart: Bad things are going to happen!

Sure enough, Wang Yuanzhi ruthlessly took a piece of one or two coins, and it was a piece of ingot! Shengui didn't dare to file it again, so he hit the silver head-on, and clicked! The silver flew away, and the stick was also broken! Shengui put half of the stick behind his back, and his hands trembled a little. Blood flowed down the stick from the tiger's mouth. Seeing that Wang Yuanzhi took out more than three taels of pieces in his hand, he couldn't stop sighing. The real grandma's meat bun beats the dog and has no return.

The monk smiled and saluted with one palm: Today's donors give thousands of taels of silver, and they are really Shaolin's distinguished guests. You haven't used fasting early in the morning, have you? Do you go to the temple to use it or let the little monk bring it out? If you don't greet you well, you really can't stand it, you really can't stand it.

After that, he glanced at his apprentice: I can't stand it! Go and call the abbot!!