The voice said again: "Third Senior Brother, I am Mingchen, come and save me!"

"Huh...... Mingchen?" The crazy old man patted his head thoughtfully, and a face appeared in his mind, followed by a lot of pictures flashed in his mind, and his brain became colic, and he was busy holding his head with his hands and didn't dare to think about it.

The man said again: "Third Senior Brother, I was lured into the swamp by that Huo Weiting, save me!"

The crazy old man doesn't care if he knows him or not at the moment, since people ask for help, he is kind enough to help. So he picked up the reeds in the direction of the sound, and walked tentatively towards the man.

After passing through the reeds, the view in front of me suddenly widened. I saw a depression that looked like shallow water, and a bald monk's head was exposed to the ground, surrounded by shallow aquatic plants, if you didn't look closely, the head seemed to grow out of the grass in the bush.

Mingchen hurriedly reminded: "Third Senior Brother, be careful, there may be just floating mud around here. ”

The crazy old man saw that his situation was very dangerous, but he was still two or three feet away from him, and he couldn't reach it with his hands!

Mingchen said: "Third Senior Brother, you tie the reeds and clothes together and throw them over, so that I can borrow a little strength, and I can come up." I couldn't help but think in my heart: "After the third senior brother was expelled from Shaolin, how did he become like this, and his mind doesn't seem to be very clear......"

The crazy old man listened to the reminder, and then remembered that there was still such a way. Hurriedly turned around and looked for a few thick reeds, untied his belt and knotted it together, and then grabbed one end himself, and threw the other end towards Mingchen.

Mingchen saw the rope and grabbed it, took a breath of true qi, and his body jumped up from the ground with the pull of the crazy old man.

Mingchen didn't care about cleaning up his own mud, and happily went to pull the crazy old man's messy hair, and asked, "Third Senior Brother, why did you come here too?" Do you know that our Shaolin is here to fight against the Netherworld Sect and specially rushed to help?"

The crazy old man looked confused, shook his head and said, "I was deceived by Tie Niu'er...... Good fellow, he said he invited me to eat something delicious, and when I woke up when I was full, I was lying in that dark cell...... By the way, do I know you? I think you're so familiar?"

"Third Senior Brother, what happened to you? We don't just know each other, we grew up in Shaolin Temple and learned martial arts with our master, I'm Mingchen...... Mud monkey Mingchen! Don't you remember?"

"Mud Monkey ......"

Another image appeared in the mind of the crazy old man, a young monk of seven or eight years old who had climbed up from a pond, covered in mud, surrounded by several young novices who were a little older than him and an old monk with kind eyes. Except for the old monk's unhappy face, the rest of the people looked at the little monk covered in mud and wanted to laugh, but they were afraid of being seen by the old monk, so they only lowered their heads and suffocated their faces into buns.

The old monk said solemnly: "Mingchen, if you catch fish and kill next time, you will never spare your teacher! Mingpu, you quickly take your junior brother to wash." ”

"Senior Brother Mingpu, what's wrong with you?" Mingchen saw the crazy old man stunned in a daze, and hurriedly shouted worriedly.

"Mingpu! You actually killed two people in a row! and you dare to use force with your senior brother...... You...... You are really a disappointment to the teacher! The teacher is going to expel you from Shaolin now, and you can't claim to be a Shaolin disciple in the future, and you can't teach others the martial arts of my Shaolin Temple!"

On the martial arts field, the old monk with gray eyebrows and beards was very angry, and reprimanded a young monk in his twenties who was kneeling on the ground. Behind him stood neatly rows of young warrior monks with solemn faces and holding eyebrow sticks.

"Master, the apprentice is not convinced!" the young monk kneeling on the ground looked up at him stubbornly, his fists clenched, his forehead swollen, and his eyes bloodshot with tears. "The disciples killed only two robbers who committed murder, and the murder of the disciples is the salvation of people. You can't just listen to the words of the senior brother and expel the apprentice from the sect!"

"Mingpu, you have been studying Buddhism for many years, but you still don't understand the meaning of equality of all beings. Even if he is a murderous bandit, he should be the first. Even if you kill him, the dead will not be resurrected, and if he is committing a crime, you can stop it, but you should not hurt his life! Now that you have killed two people in a row, how can you still be a monk? If you make a mistake yourself, you still have to blame your senior brother...... You...... You're stubborn!

"Master, if it hadn't been for the disciple's timely action at that time, Senior Brother would have died at the hands of those two gangsters...... Even if the apprentice is at fault, but the apprentice has been raised by the master since he was a child, and he has followed the master to learn the martial arts and Buddhism, the master can kill the disciple today, and the disciple will never leave the master!"

The tears of the young monk kneeling on the ground finally rolled out of his eyes, and he fell to the ground and bowed deeply, refusing to get up.

"Come on, get him out!" the old monk still gave the order and turned around.

A dozen monks came out and held the monk with wooden sticks to set him up, and the monk began to resist. The crazy old man also waved his fists, as if he was fighting with many people, and shouted, "I won't leave! Master, listen to me...... Senior brother, I was kind enough to save you, but you hurt me...... Master!"

The crazy old man was so emotional that he felt another great pain in his head, and he fell to the ground with his head in his arms and screamed. Seeing this, Mingchen knew that he was puzzled and delirious, so he hurriedly folded his hands and roared with the Buddha's lion roar: "A-Mi-Buddha!"

The voice penetrated people's hearts, the crazy old man was like being empowered, his heart was shocked, a line of blood flowed from his nostrils, and the picture in his mind finally became clear. Including after leaving Shaolin, he wandered the rivers and lakes, drunk and bald all day long, haunted by the ruthlessness of his master and the injustice of his senior brother, and felt unfair about what happened to him.

So, he secretly made up his mind that he would no longer meddle in anything else's affairs, and that it would be in vain to care about his good and evil, and he slowly became very indifferent, even if something unfair happened under his nose, he would only walk away silently and turn a blind eye.

However, one day a few years later, he nested in a ruined temple in the capital to avoid the snow, but he encountered a few thieves who robbed a folk girl to come to the broken temple to commit atrocities.

It was a very sweet-looking girl, and she looked at herself with tears in her eyes, which made her cold heart seem to be rubbed by something, and she was born to pity others in the past. So he planned to do the good deeds to the end and send her home.

But the girl refused, she said that she was captured by the bandits, the family and neighbors have known, even if she did not lose her life, but has ruined her reputation, she was born to a concubine, now her biological mother is dead, and her grandmother is vicious, saying that after going back, not only can she not be allowed to give it to good people, but she will be criticized and excluded......

So the girl finally followed him to the end of the world, and became her wife, the old woman who had been beaten to death by the fat head not long ago. Ming Puben was already depressed when he was expelled from Shaolin by his master, which became a wound in his heart, a hurdle, and later his wife suddenly suffered a catastrophe, and he couldn't find the murderer to vent, and his blood and anger went to his brain under the sorrow, and his brain was a little confused.

"Gui Niang, I didn't take good care of you!" two lines of tears rolled out of the crazy old man's eyes.

"Third Senior Brother?" Mingchen looked at him with sad eyes at the moment, but he seemed to be clearer than when he saw him.

The crazy old man came back to his senses, looked at Mingchen and said, "I am no longer a Shaolin disciple, Master Mingchen calls me Shi Poye, or call me Lao Shi." ”

Mingchen sighed softly and said, "How about calling the third senior brother? What about calling Shi Shishi? You are not you yet...... Actually, after you were kicked out of Shaolin, the senior brother has been very guilty and blamed himself, and he has been staying in the Si Li Cliff for so many years, if it weren't for the fact that he came here with me today to get the gold book, he would never have come down to the Si Li Cliff. ”

He ...... That's really how he is?...... Where is the Golden Book?" Shi Poye asked in surprise

Mingchen was worried about the battle between the two sides in the martial arts arena over there, but seeing that Mingpu was awake at this moment, he couldn't give him more time to explain, so he only said: "Time is pressing, if the third senior brother wants to help, come with me!" he turned around and wanted to leave.

Shi Poye hurriedly grabbed him and said, "Wait, you have become the master, this mud goes out, and you lose the face of Shaolin." As he spoke, he couldn't help but tear off the mud-covered robe of the head of the house, stirred it in the water, and shouted loudly, and flipped with both palms, and the robe was wrapped in the palm wind and swirled in the air for a while, and then slowly fell to Shi Poye's hands, as if it was dry.

Shi Poye hurriedly put it on Mingchen's body again, Mingpu was very used to it, and while tying it, he praised it: "The third senior brother's skills have improved again!" As he spoke, Fang was slightly stunned, and turned his head to look at the third senior brother with messy hair beside him, this person who used to be like a brother, but now goodbye, the two of them have gone through vicissitudes, and they can't help but feel a wave of amazement in their chests.

Mingchen is the youngest of several disciples of a monk, and he used to be the most naughty and mischievous, and several other senior brothers all thought he was making trouble, only the third senior brother Mingpu was similar to him, and Mingpu was less lively than him, and more impulsive and stubborn.

Mingchen didn't have time to think about it, so he only said, "Let's go and see Senior Brother quickly!" As he spoke, he rushed to the martial arts arena, and Shi Poye followed closely.

In the martial arts arena here, not long after Ming Chen and Huo Tingwei left, more than thirty people hurriedly came, except for the young man who led the way, the rest of them were also dressed in black power suits, which were the same as those worn by Jiang Yi's lightning gate.

The leading son was in his twenties, richly dressed, and had a long sword hanging from his waist. He watched the fight between the two sides for a moment from the sidelines, and then shouted to Jiang Yi: "Dad, I'm here to help you!"