However, he said that Director Cheng sent someone to collect all the corpses of the people killed in the Gu family, and personally wrote a detailed report and typed it. For a time, this tragedy caused a sensation among the people of a province, and the murderer Zhu Lihua lost his conscience, and even the baby father and daughter did not let go.

However, the Song family gained a good reputation because of this, and originally thought that the Song family was a cadre in the evil township, but at this time they also changed their views slightly. Because if a bandit like Zhu Lihua lives in the village, the consequences will be unimaginable. Fortunately, the young master of the Song family led people to surround him in the ancient house, and the lives of the people in this village were saved.

A pennant of righteousness and courage is indispensable, and Song Sanshao was really beautiful for a while. The matter slowly subsided.

The team in the village is full of people from the Song family, so the industrial fields of the Gu family are all owned by the Song family. Director Cheng proposed that some of them be taken out and handed over to the public, so that the villagers could not only seal their mouths, but also gain some good reputation, which was really a way to kill two birds with one stone.

It wasn't until three years later that an old monk came to the village, followed by a little monk, who looked to be just over three years old, and had not received precepts on his head, but just walked upside down.

The old monk is very old, his face is wrinkled, his white beard reaches his chest, and his head is covered by a layer of white hair stubble.

The old monk took the little monk from house to house, as long as he ate and didn't need money, the people in the village came out to give alms. There are steamed buns, fruits, and some people specially fried cabbage and tofu for them, and cut the water gnocchi with sesame oil.

The old monk took out two pairs of bamboo chopsticks, one of which was slightly shorter and handed over to the little monk. The little monk himself did not eat first, but took the dishes and handed them to the old monk's bowl.

The old monk smiled kindly and touched the little monk's head: "Child, Master can't eat much, so you should eat more." ”

The little monk said in a milky voice: "Master, the people in this village are very good, they have given us so much food." ”

The old monk smiled and said: "Every drink and peck has a leading edge, and you deserve this food." ”

The little monk tilted his head and asked, "Why do I deserve it?"

The old monk shook his head and said, "When you are older, you will naturally know, hey, Zhen'er, have you been running around with Master in the past few years, do you feel tired?"

The little monk smiled: "Master, Zhen'er is not tired at all, now that I am young, I have to take care of me by Master, and when Zhen'er grows up, I will take care of Master." ”

The old monk nodded slightly, and said the Buddha's name: "Amitabha, Zhen'er, when you finish eating, the master will take you to ask for some debts." ”

The little monk asked while eating, "What debt?"

The old monk's eyes narrowed, and he looked at the big courtyard in the north of the village, and a cold light flashed, and it disappeared in an instant: "Is this debt...... Hehe, dozens of lives are ......"

The little monk didn't understand: "Master, why do you want to ask for a debt for your life?"

The old monk shook his head, closed his eyes slightly and read the scriptures, and the little monk shrugged his shoulders and ate by himself.

When the little monk finished eating, the old monk put the rest of the meal into his bowl, then put it in the bamboo basket behind him, stretched out his hand to pull up the little monk and left. It didn't take much effort to come to the vermilion lacquer gate in the north of the village, there is an old plaque on the lintel, the wood looks quite old, but the words on it look very new.

Song House.

The old monk looked up, then reached out and tapped the door, slapping the door with a bang.

"Who, who, who!

A young man opened the door and looked out, and saw that it was an old monk with a small monk in his hand.

The young man frowned and said, "Where did the wild monk come from? We have no chance to be a monk here, hurry up and go, don't get in the way here!"

After that, the young man was about to close the door, and the old monk stretched out a foot slightly to the side of the door and said, "May I ask the donor, is this the Song family?"

The young man was almost flashed by the old monk, and immediately became angry: "You old girl, old bald donkey, why the hell do you hurt me!!!!

The old monk was not angry, but still said calmly: "But is there a third young master Song in there? ”

When the young man heard that this old monk was looking for his own master, this anger was only a little extinguished, but after thinking about it, his young master didn't know any monks and Taoists, and this old thing wouldn't be here to eat and drink.

"Old ...... Old monk, what are you looking for our young master?"

The old monk inquired with one hand, and shouted loudly: "Amitabha! ”

The young man laughed when he heard this: "Old monk, you are not afraid of the wind flashing your tongue, and slowly say that our young master can't owe you, even if he really owes you something, what can you do? If he doesn't pay it back, what can you !!do? I ask you, what can you do?"

The old monk sighed softly, and gently leaned forward with one palm, and it was imprinted on the door, and a clear handprint appeared, only to see the gate flickering backwards, only to collapse the young man a few feet away, and with a snap, he fell on his back on the wall of the shadow wall, only to knock the shadow wall into a flutter and drop a lot of dust.

The young man felt a tightness in his chest, eighty percent of his ribs were fractured, now he knew that he was afraid, after struggling to get up, he paused for a moment, and then pulled his neck and shouted: "Oh no!! there are monks who are beating people!!!! there is no Wang Fa!! come to people!!!

The old monk was not in a panic, and pulled the little monk step by step into it, and after a while, he only heard a noise in the courtyard, and more than a dozen people rushed out and walked opposite the old monk.

The leader was a yellow-haired child, with a scar on his face, and he looked like he had been injured: "Old bald donkey, you are not small, you dare to make trouble in the Song family, don't you want your head! Today the dog master is going to teach you a lesson!

It turned out that this Huang Mao'er was the dog Si'er of the year, and a group of people behind him were all young stick boys, some with pipe forks, some with iron rods, and some with knives.

The old monk opened his eyes slightly, pulled the little monk with one hand, and grabbed the iron rod with the other, only to hear a muffled sound, and the young man with the stick flew out without knowing what was going on. The old monk stood still, dialing back and forth with only one hand, and in an instant, he knocked out more than a dozen evil slaves. The men lay on the ground, either with broken arms or broken legs, but none of them died. After all, this old monk is a monk, and he is quite measured when he starts, only hurting people and not killing people.

When Gou Si'er saw it, he knew that there was a hard stubble, and hurriedly shouted at the back: "Teacher Yao!!Teacher Yao!!Cure the idea hard [1]!!Come on!!"

As soon as the words fell, I saw a burly middle-aged man walk out shirtless.

This person was born with a fierce appearance, the muscles of his whole body were like steel, his temples were bulging, and he was a master of the inner family at first glance.

The old monk raised his eyes and was secretly surprised, he didn't expect that the Song family still had such a master.

"This master, in Yao Xingwu, I don't know what the master's name is, why did he come here to make trouble for no reason?"

When the old monk heard this, he exclaimed: "You are Yao Xingwu, the iron lion of Hebei Baji Gate?"

Yao Xingwu clasped his fists and said: "Yes, I am in a cheap name, but I didn't expect the master to hear about it." ”

The old monk sighed and said: "Master Yao, I have some friendship with the head of your faction, I don't know the name of the monk Huitian, do you know?"

Yao Xingwu sighed, and then bowed deeply: "It turns out that you are the Huitian Master of Zhaoming Temple, disrespectful and disrespectful!"

Monk Huitian nodded and said: "Since you know my name, Master Yao, the old man advises you not to drip into this troubled water, the Song family owes me an old debt, and the old man is here to ask for it today." ”

Yao Xingwu frowned, and he really didn't want to go against this old monk in his heart, but he took a lot of money from the Song family, and now that he has something, it is not okay, so he stubbornly said: "Master Huitian, it is said that I am a junior in front of you, and I should have stomped my feet today, but I can't afford to ask you for advice on kung fu with one hand and two hands, otherwise how will I mix the rivers and lakes in the future?"

The monk Huitian smiled bitterly and said: "I also know that you can't leave easily, even if that's the case, Master Yao will please make a move, if Master Yao is not careful, and the old man wins a move and a half, please ask the donor to leave by himself." ”

Yao Xingwu knew that it was useless to say more, so he immediately withdrew his hand and stepped forward, a tiger pounced, his body was as fast as lightning, and the sound of the wind hit Hui Tian's arms. This Baji Boxing has always been known for its ferocity and fierceness, and this tiger pounce is followed by several changes, no matter what kind of hit, there is no light.

When he returned to the sky, he didn't panic when he saw Yao Xingwu's move, he was too experienced in facing the enemy, but he just made a slight mistake and threw the little monk aside, and his palms were full of strength to cover Yao Xingwu's shoulders. Yao Xingwu twisted his waist and turned around, took his back to find the palms of the sky, and said with a hey in his mouth, a move Tieshan relied on, and the two of them fought in one place.

After more than 30 moves, Yao Xingwu knew that he was by no means the opponent of this old monk, and if he didn't use some ruthlessness, he was afraid that it would be difficult to support.

Thinking of this, Yao Xingwu took the opportunity of turning around and making a wrong move, and took out a corrugated dart from his trouser pocket.

Although Huitian is old, his eyesight is not old, and when he saw Yao Xingwu's eyes flashing, he knew that he was going to use rape, so he was engrossed in it and did not dare to relax.

Suddenly, I only heard Yao Xingwu shouting: "There is!" After saying that, the dart in his hand shot out from his waist and went straight to the face door of Huitian, Huitian bit his teeth, and said secretly: I didn't want your life, since you hit me with a poisonous dart, no wonder the old man is ruthless!

The monk bowed his head slightly, and the poisonous dart passed by his head, and then he kicked the ground with one leg, and crashed into Yao Xingwu's arms, and then stood with his left palm, and there was a crisp sound, only to see Yao Xingwu like a kite with a broken line, and he was beaten out more than four feet, and he fainted on the spot, and a palm print on his chest was very clear.

The Huitian monk snorted coldly and said, "Don't ask Song San to come out to see me!"

Gou Si'er was already dumbfounded, but he didn't expect that the master he invited was also beaten by this old monk, he crawled into the backyard with a roll, and walked out with a young man with gloomy eyes, this young man was Song Sanshao, who killed the Gu Min family back then.

Song Sanshao put one hand in his pocket, held a cigarette in the other, stared at the old monk and said: "Young master, I don't provoke the monk Lao Tao in my life, you keep saying that you have old debts to collect, and you also hurt my family, aren't you afraid of Wang Fa?"

The Huitian monk pulled the little monk and walked a few steps forward and said, "Do you recognize this child?"

Song San looked the little monk up and down, shook his head and said, "I don't know." ”

The Huitian monk shouted: "Amitabha!!Song San, have you forgotten the events of the Gu family three years ago?!"

When Song San heard the word Gu Jia, his face immediately changed, he looked at the little monk carefully, and seemed to be a little familiar: "Old monk, what are you saying, why don't I understand!"

Monk Huitian said with resentment on his face: "Song San, three years ago, you killed two members of the Min family, broke the body of Min Yixian's wife, and then colluded with the local director Cheng to kill forty-three members of the Gu family and the Min family, what is the difference between this kind of action and brutes!!

Song San was stunned for a moment, but after a while, he burst out laughing: "Old monk, don't spew blood, who doesn't know in the local area, the Gu family and the Min family were both killed by fugitives, what do I have to do with it? If I hadn't led my family to capture the fugitive, the lives of the people in this village would have been over, and who would believe what you said?"

The monk shook his head and said: "Master Song, the old man advises you to put down the butcher's knife, people are doing it, the sky is watching, the cycle of retribution between heaven and earth is not happy, since the old man is here today, he must investigate this matter clearly, otherwise he will not come here to reason with you!"

Song San sneered while listening: "Okay, old bald donkey, put away your set of benevolence, righteousness and morality, let's tell you the truth, even if these things are done by the young master, what can you do?

The Huitian monk's eyes were cold, knowing that this person was already incurable, and immediately sighed and said: "Kill one person and save tens of thousands of people, my Buddha is merciful, today the old man is going to open the killing ring!!"

After that, the Huitian monk shook his figure, and he came to Song San in three or two steps, and ran to his top door with his palm.

Song San was shocked, he subconsciously retreated, and the hand inserted in his trouser pocket suddenly took out a pistol, and he didn't have time to aim, so he pressed the trigger indiscriminately.

"Bang!"

The old monk was defenseless, this shot hit the right chest, he screamed and staggered back with his hands on his chest, and retreated straight to the little monk's side.

Song San sneered for a while: "Old bald donkey, no matter how good your martial arts are, you can't withstand this shot, right?" Hahahaha!! it's just right, if I don't do it today, young master, I will end up with your life and this little bastard!"

As he spoke, Song San raised his pistol, aimed at the little monk and fired, and the monk pulled the little monk into his arms, and was shot in the back again, and the blood stained the monk's robe red.

Song San was frenzied, and he wanted to shoot again, only to see a figure in the sky flickering, his pistol disappeared in an instant, he was stunned for a moment, and saw an old Taoist standing in front of him, wearing a royal blue robe, gossip before and after rusty gold, a face looked extremely clean, only born with crane hair and a childish face, and a wooden hairpin pinned to the bun, it was really like a fairy descending to earth.

This old Taoist held Song San's pistol in his hand, and with a slight force, he saw that the body of the gun made of steel was like a ball of soft surface, and it was pinched into a ball.

"Young man, you have to be forgiving and forgiving, it is not easy for him to walk alone with a three-year-old naughty child, why hurt their lives?

As he spoke, he threw the pistol crumpled into balls on the ground, but he didn't see how hard he felt, but he saw that the steel ball instantly disappeared into the blue brick floor, leaving only a black hole.

Song San and the others were stupid, this was clearly a fairy method, where did they dare to step forward, they had to watch Lao Dao clamp the two monks, one old and one young, under the armpit, and then flew out of the courtyard directly with their feet.

After a while, Gou Si'er stammered, "Less...... Master...... We...... Have we met a fairy?"

Song San frowned and shook his head without speaking, it was Yao Xingwu who struggled to wake up, and he saw the scene just now: "Young master...... My nursing home is not good, sue ...... Farewell ......"

After that, Yao Xingwu staggered out of the yard, not daring to look back.

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Exegesis:

1, the rivers and lakes ridiculed that the monk in the middle is called 'Zhijiao', this sentence translates to be, the monk is powerful!

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