To be honest, when Daoran saw this old monk, he didn't react for a while.

This is the sequelae of listening to the Xianle version of the Bodhi Pure Heart Song, and it is not just that I don't know the taste of meat for three days, I feel that even my memory is a little blurry, and my mind is full of the melody that keeps circulating.

Hearing the three words of Lingyin Temple, Dao Ran remembered something.

"Amitabha, Master Daoling, what are you doing looking for a little monk?" Daoran asked.

"The poor monk came to seek justice for my master and nephew." Dao Ling sneered.

Monk Dao Ling waited here for a long time, and finally blocked Dao Ran in front of the door. The rooms prepared for the monks in Sanzanglou are very clean, and there are no figures left and right in this long corridor, even if Daoran shouts, it can't be transmitted for a while.

What's more, it's the middle of the night, and everyone else is asleep, as long as they are neat when they do it, they will definitely not be discovered.

The Daoling monk only felt that the other party was like a turtle in an urn, which could be kneaded at will, so his tone seemed unscrupulous.

"Justice? Is Shenxiu dead? Daoran asked.

The Daoling monk frowned, and said in a deep voice: "A monk, when you open your mouth, you curse others to death, what kind of Buddha are you cultivating?!" ”

"Amitabha, since you are not dead, what justice is there to ask for? Liars who slander people know that they can only make trouble by carrying corpses, why do you want to slander people, and you don't even want to kill someone? Daoran said strangely.

"You?! What did you say? You say I'm blackmailing?! ”

The Dao Ling monk was furious, he never expected that this little monk would not fight the edge, but said it so bluntly, it was simply looking for death.

"If the monks don't speak, are you blackmailing, don't you know in your heart? Shenxiu insulted me for no reason, I humbled twice, and he still didn't give up, and in the end I just read a poem, and I didn't touch him with half a finger. What kind of justice are you seeking? You say Amitabha Buddha in your mouth, have you ever had a Buddha in your heart? Do you really think that you don't need to go to hell when you die? ”

Dao Ran didn't sleep all night, most of the people who stayed up late were short-tempered, and they didn't have the heart to pretend to be sharp, and scolded the Dao Ling monk mercilessly.

After hearing this scolding, the Dao Ling monk was not angry, in his opinion, Dao Ran was just incompetent and angry.

Monk Daoling said proudly: "Hehe, little monk, walking the rivers and lakes, just relying on a mouth is not enough. No matter how clever your tongue is, no matter how beautiful you are, no matter how talented you are, but you are all vulnerable in front of me. Today I will teach you a truth, only a big fist is the truth. ”

After saying that, the Dao Ling monk slapped out with a palm and printed it on Dao Ran's chest.

After decades of penance, the power of Prajna palm was easily poured into Dao Ran's body.

The Dao Ling monk was extremely proud, and this palm used four points of strength, which was enough to shock Dao Ran's internal organs. Although he will not die on the spot, he may not be able to recover if he does not lie down for three or five years, and he will have to live with a medicine pot for the rest of his life, and the end will be extremely miserable.

Originally, the Dao Ling monk just wanted to teach him a lesson, so that Dao Ran knew the difficulty and retreated, and stayed away from the Dharma discussion conference. But Dao Ran's scolding just now made Dao Ling Monk decide to give him a profound lesson.

As long as you don't kill people directly, Lingyin Temple can be settled.

The Dao Ling monk was very proud in his heart, and he had the pleasure of killing the genius, but he soon felt that something was wrong.

Why is this little monk still standing?

Shouldn't he be paralyzed to the ground and spit blood in his mouth?

Dao Ran looked at the old monk in front of him indifferently, this palm did have something, much stronger than the fist of the monk in Lanruo Temple, but it was still a little bit of strength to break his Vajra.

A question arose in the mind of the Daoling monk: Is this reasonable?

Could it be that the little monk in front of him not only studied the Buddhist scriptures and practiced the piano hard, but also practiced martial arts hard since he was a child, so he could block the palm of his four successful powers?

What kind of evil is this?

Impossible, absolutely impossible, it must be that this little monk is wearing protective gear such as close-fitting soft armor, and the four success is not enough, so add another forty!

The Dao Ling monk withdrew his palm and condensed his true qi again, and he was about to give Dao Ran another palm.

But before he could make a move, he felt a flower in front of him, and Dao Ran's fist had already landed on his eye socket.

Dao Ling's palm, decades of skill, Dao Ran calmly accepted; And Dao Ran's punch, more than ten years of skill, directly knocked the Dao Ling monk out.

Bai's body flew to the wall and stopped for a while before slowly falling.

The Dao Ling monk didn't know how many bones were broken in his body, he only felt that he didn't even have the strength to raise his hand.

In this world, how can there be such a terrible fist, is this still human?

Dao Ran walked to the Taoist monk who was paralyzed on the ground, clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha, I don't know who is bigger than the little monk's fist and the Dao Ling Master?" ”

The Daoling monk opened his mouth, couldn't say a word, only spat out a large mouthful of blood, and then fainted.

When he woke up again, the Daoling monk found himself lying on the bed, and there was no pain on his body, as if he had fallen apart, but he had a breath.

Turning his head hard, he saw that the handsome little monk who was not as handsome as a mortal was sitting on the side, stroking the piano with a serious expression.

The sound of the piano was melodious, and there was a sense of tranquility, which eased the injuries on the Daoling monk's body a lot.

"You...... And even save me? ”

Monk Dao Ling felt that he was dreaming, and everything that happened tonight was too unreasonable. This little monk is good at arguing, proficient in music and rhythm, and his martial arts are terrifyingly high, he hit the iron plate, but he didn't expect him to be murderous, but to heal him.

What is this, is it compassionate?

Dao Ran heard the old monk's words, and pressed the strings with both hands, and the ethereal and dusty sound of the piano came to an abrupt end. The Dao Ling monk suddenly felt the pain in his body become intense, like torture.

Dao Ran walked to the side of the bed and said to Dao Ling Monk, "You old monk, you didn't sleep in the middle of the night and came to trouble me to prevent me from participating in the Dharma Discussion Conference, right?" ”

"So far, what else is there to say, if you have the guts, give me a good time." Monk Dao Ling said provocatively.

"Amitabha, a young monk and a member of the Buddhist sect, how can he casually open the precept of killing? I just want to tell you one thing, I'm not going to participate in any Dharma discussion conference in the first place. Daoran said.

"What did you say?!" Monk Dao Ling's face was full of shock.

His first reaction was that Dao Ran was lying, but now that it was now, what was the point of Dao Ran lying to him again? If you don't lie, then you are hopelessly stupid, you don't need to do anything, you have to take this punch.

"If that's the case, it's a misunderstanding. Master Daoran, it's the poor monk's mistake, you spare my life, saving someone's life is better than creating a seventh-level floating slaughter, the poor monk must be grateful. Monk Dao Ling hurriedly said.

"Don't worry, I wasn't going to kill you. Originally, I didn't want to fight with you Lingyin Temple for anything, but now, I have changed my mind. If Lingyin Temple is a fake monk like you who cares about people's lives, it is better to destroy it. Daoran said very seriously.