"Amitabha, thank you for the rescue, this kindness, the poor monk is unforgettable. The little monk is a monk of Shaolin Temple in Pingfengling. "A big man wearing monk's robes and shoes, wearing a hoop and running out of the underground secret room, his face showed the color of the rest of his life, and he made a one-handed salute to the Buddha when he met people along the way. After inquiry, I found the team leader and the main Wang Jin, and thanked him for his kindness.

This man has a big waist and a round waist, is nine feet tall, and is a big man. Carrying two snowflake iron ring knives and carrying a demon-slaying stick, he walked majestically. It's hard to associate that bare-ass guy with the balls.

Only with black hair and beard, but he kept talking about poor monks and self-proclaimed monks. And this person is tall and strong, this walker is dressed like a bull fork, Wang Jin is very puzzled, why did he land on the cross slope?

"Monk? Why does the master have hair? Wang Jin was a little curious. It's just that he regretted it as soon as he asked, not recklessly, but thinking of the reason.

The monks of the Song Dynasty were divided into two kinds, one was the bald monk. Another head monk with hair. The difference is that the latter does good everywhere and has no fixed place to live. It's just that the number of such monks is small, and all of them come from large temples.

Sure enough, the big man laughed: "The poor monk is the head monk." ”

Toutuo monk, Pingfengling Shaolin Temple?

Wang Jin suddenly thought of something very important, and looked at the man on the door panel in a daze. Calculate the time, it seems to be really right, this dress, isn't it the head who came to the cross slope and was put down and took off his arms?

Wang Jinxin said that it was too coincidental! Tentatively asked: "The master said that he is from the Shaolin Temple in Pingfengling, and he is a head monk, isn't it the master Guanghui?" ”

"Oh? A good man recognizes a poor monk? poor

The name of the monk is Guanghui. The big man was overjoyed when he heard that someone knew him, and his big face was full of smiles.

Sure enough, it's you! Wang Jin was also happy in his heart when he saw this.

Since this master appeared and disappeared, Wang Jin racked his brains and couldn't remember the deeds of the Guanghui monk. But according to the original trajectory and the previous Sun Erniang said that the head monk ate too much wine and teased her, she can be sure that it is pure nonsense. Most of them were monks, the master, and they said a few words unhappily when they saw the woman open her breasts and open her arms, and she was coquettish and immoral. Then he was put on sweat medicine by the vicious shrew, and finally vented his anger and took his life.

By drawing inferences, it can be deduced that this should be an upright and strong monk.

Wang Jin thought of these and naturally touched it slightly, and said good things as much as possible: "There are many rumors in the rivers and lakes that the master is strong and upright, loyal and courageous, and dares to be the first in the world. The master is famous, and he only hates not having a chance to get acquainted, but now it is really fate! ”

"Hahaha, there are many exaggerated rumors in the rivers and lakes, the poor monk is the elder of the Pingfengling precepts, who specializes in punishing evil and promoting good, but what is not done at the moment is enough." Guanghui was very happy to hear such praise, and he was humble with his hands on his hips.

"The master is too modest!" Wang Jin was smiling, and he had a little ninety-nine in his heart.

This head is nine feet tall, with broad shoulders and a broad back, and is a big man with the potential to become a thug. In addition, he is an ascetic who is accustomed to walking the rivers and lakes, and his martial arts must be extraordinary, otherwise he will not live long. At least he's a first-class expert.

But Wang Jin was not sure, and felt that it was necessary to pretend for a while, so he asked people to bring a chair and sit down and talk to the master to find out what his condition was.

If you are a master, solicit and solicit

It's best to be a thug. If it's a guy like Tang Seng who fools people, he can also absorb it. But if you are the master of swindling, go back to where you came from!

Fortunately, his worries were unnecessary.

This master Guanghui from Pingfengling is indeed good at martial arts, whether it is moves, skills, or even running away, he has unique insights, and he pays attention to ruthlessness and death. Don't worry about winning, don't often fight with people, and the understanding will not be so profound, which also indirectly shows that there is a need to win over.

Wang Jin knew more or less about this Guanghui monk, so he flickered, and should say to woo: "Master, Buddhism pays attention to having a fate to meet thousands of miles away, and it is difficult to stand side by side without a chance." You and I get together in the human flesh workshop, which shows that it is destined. I don't believe that the government didn't know about the tragedy here, and that it was bribed and didn't want to take care of it. But the court collapsed, and there were more than one or two places of similar sin. Therefore, it is the duty of you and me to punish evil and promote good. ”

"Amitabha, the poor monk also thinks so." Guanghui thought of the scene in the underground secret room, and folded his hands again, his face full of compassion.

Wang Jin gushed endlessly, pointing out the country and talking about the momentum of the past and the present: "The strength of one person cannot change anything, but a group of people with lofty ideals can unite and twist into a rope to do a career." For example, the heroes of the late Han Dynasty and Cao Wei came out, and there were Sui and Tang dynasties in the troubled times of the north and south, all of which were slaughtering pigs and dogs. ”

Monk Guanghui opened his eyes suddenly, and the master who had walked the rivers and lakes for many years saw that there was nature. Seeing that the man in front of him was unsubdued, this was a sign that he was going to pull the flag. Some stared blankly at each other. It seems to have thought of it too

Since the other party said this to himself, he probably wanted to win over.

Sure enough, the master's idea was confirmed as soon as it came to him.

Wang Jin finished talking about the previous dynasty, and then analyzed the current situation: "The Song Dynasty was rampant with corrupt officials from top to bottom, without the slightest enterprising spirit. Nowadays, the Jiangnan Huashi Gang and the northern Guantian Law have made the people miserable, and there are countless refugees.

The rise of the Jurchens in the north, the surrounding areas of the Great Song Dynasty are Tubo, Western Xia, Dali and other exotic countries, and the world is not far from chaos. Master, follow me, rebel together, punish evil and promote good, and fight tomorrow together. What a great merit and a great creation to save all nations from fire and water, and ...... great creation."

The more Wang Jin spoke, the more excited he became, and he pulled Monk Guanghui to draw another big cake. The old fritter Guanghui was a little enthusiastic, and he couldn't wait to agree to it. just patted his cheek and looked at Wang Jin with a somewhat strange expression. Some weakly said: "This, the little brother still doesn't know the name of the elder brother?" ”

Wang Jin was stunned, stopped looking forward to the future, and smiled awkwardly: "Hahaha, I was so happy to meet the master, I only cared about making friends, and I forgot about it." ”

Wang Jin whispered and was about to answer, but Shang Guihua, who was stuck in the pile of jewelry, said first: "Master, he is Wang Jin, the head of the Tokyo Forbidden Army, who was forced to fall into the grass by the traitor Gao Yu, and is now the lord of Liangshan and Shaohua Mountain." ”

"Brother, it turned out to be Wang Jin, the head of the capital sect. How much has the younger brother heard of it in Bianliang City. It's just that he was killed by a traitor, and when he talks about it, he is angry. The traitorous minister Gao Yu harmed the leopard head Lin Chong again, and he should have left Tokyo City. ”

"Oh, leopard head Lin Chong?" Wang Jin muttered, and then looked at Monk Guanghui: "Master, Wang."

How about a sincere invitation to you to go up the mountain and sit on a chair? ”

"Brother invited, dare to disobey?" Monk Guanghui was overjoyed and suddenly got up: "Shaohua Mountain exterminated 5,000 officers and soldiers overnight, often punishing evil and promoting good, and the surrounding people all said good. The younger brother has admired the name for a long time, and he only hates not having the opportunity to meet. Now they meet here, and if it's fate, the younger brother meets the elder brother. ”

After that, Guanghui took a few steps back and bowed.

Master's worship, in addition to gratitude, is more about fighting for tomorrow!

"Hey, the master doesn't need to be polite." Wang Jin hurriedly got up and stretched out his hands to clasp each other: "You and I meet fate, it is determined by heaven, and it is also the blessing of the master." ”

"Brother's life-saving grace cannot be repaid, but there is a sending, and the little monk will never give up." Guanghui is a man who values affection and righteousness, and he is authentic every word.

"Master rest assured, Wang will never see outside." Wang Jin laughed and pulled Guanghui to sit down. He also called Shang Guihua, Hu Sanniang, and Chen Dameng, who were busy selecting gold and silver jewelry, to his side and met this master.