At this hour, the people in the village have to get up early on weekdays to prepare goods to be shipped to Hangzhou for sale.

Some sturdy men have a canopy boat on the edge of the West Lake, and they usually go out when the night has just receded or when the sky is still dark.

If you are lucky, you may be able to bring back three or five yuan of money, and if you are unlucky, you will not be able to get half of the copper plate in your hand.

There are thirty or fifty families in the village, half of them are brightly lit and have lanterns hanging in front of their doors, and half of them are closed, and there is no light in the houses, apparently still sleeping.

There are a lot of dried meat and salted fish in the middle of the dirt road, and there are some jars of pickled vegetables.

Meng Kang and others stood at the entrance of the village and looked around, but after a while, they saw an old monk, wearing an apricot yellow monk's robe, no more than sixty years old, holding a string of prayer beads in his hand, on which the carved head was lifelike.

When Meng Kang saw him, he felt very kind, and he only felt that he was kind-eyed and pleasant-looking, like a great monk who had attained the Tao.

Meng Kang has a good relationship with people, and he does not believe in Buddhism, as long as he has money and women, he is close to anyone.

But the four immortals are different, the four of them are all people who believe in the Tao, worship the words heaven and earth at home, kneel down to worship the three Qing and four royals, pay tribute to the five elders and six divisions, offer melons and fruits and seven yuan and eight poles every day, admire the nine Yao and ten capitals, and are pious to the heart, and Buddhism is like destroying the enemy's hatred.

In the painting, the fairy has a bad mouth, and with the strength of the wine, he was naturally the first to speak out, and immediately scolded: "That old thief bald, stinky monk, and dog mongrel raised by the old bitch, why don't you see which sect this place is, and I don't know how to come forward to worship the mountain?"

The old monk was about to knock on the door to preach, but someone insulted him like this, Xun Sheng turned his head to look, and saw four men and one woman, all of them were young and beautiful, and they didn't care about it.

Ling Bo was dizzy and unsteady in his steps, but he stabilized his mind and leaned on Meng Kang's side, although he was so, he was sober-minded and persuaded: "Why bother with the third brother, Buddhism has its own way, why insult him." ”

In the painting, the fairy said: "In the past, Buddhism went eastward and spread to my Han land, so that our people all yearn for bliss, and the foolish people do not know that all kinds of suffering in the world are bliss, no suffering and no happiness, no hatred and no love." ”

When the old monk heard this, he nodded and said, "Okay!" His voice was very solemn, and the old monk said: "All the ways are like dream bubbles, like dreams and illusions, like dew and electricity, Amitabha Buddha, if you insist on kowtowing and bowing, but you are deeply trapped in it, my Buddha never admires worship, just because the world is stupid, only knows how to seek, does not understand the law, unfortunately, sad, sigh." ”

What he said was true, and there was a little truth in what he said, Ling Bo nodded and said: "Monk, what you said has some truth, although I am a Taoist, I have a trace of the same path as you, a person who seeks Buddha." ”

The old monk laughed loudly, approached a little closer and was three feet away from everyone, and the fairy in the painting saw him approaching, and scolded with a smile: "What is your surname, what is your surname, what kind of sect is it, and how is your martial arts?"

The old monk clasped his hands together and said: "Amitabha, the common name has long been forgotten, and the young monk's legal name is Huiming." ”

In the painting, the fairy said: "Huiming bald donkey, do you know martial arts?"

Huiming bowed his head and said: "I don't seem to understand, compared to the donor's iron fan skills, the little monk is not as good." ”

In the painting, the fairy was shocked, and said in his heart: "This old bald donkey can actually know the weapon I use...... and said quietly: "Huiming, how do you know the iron fan skill I use?"

Hui Ming said with a smile: "In the ice and snow, holding a folding fan, if you don't practice the iron fan skill, it will be an evil demon entering the body, otherwise you can't do such a stupid thing." ”

He is also a man who is nearly 100 years old, how can he not hear the meaning of his words?

Huiming raised his head, a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes, and he gritted his teeth and said: "Where, where, the stinky mouth of the fairy in the painting is rare to see, and it is worthy of its reputation today." ”

Ling Bo had also said that he was a high-ranking monk who had already quit anger, but he never thought that he was a high-ranking monk dressed up, and he was very disdainful in his heart.

Qi Nian frowned and said, "What do you have to do with him, I'll try his kung fu." "As he spoke, he took a step forward and was about to make a move.

Hui Ming shouted unhurriedly: "Wait!" Qi was so stupid and obedient that he really stopped, wanting to see what tricks he had.

Huiming said: "The prestige of Changchun Valley, the little monk admired for a long time, today here has the intention of preaching, the second has the feeling of friendship, but also wants to appreciate the martial arts of Changchun Valley." ”

Danqing asked, "How do you appreciate it?"

Hui Ming said with a smile: "I heard that the head of your faction has a miraculous skill, which is called the eternal Changchun immortal skill, and today the little monk doesn't know if he is lucky enough to see the head of your faction?"

Danqing shook his head and said: "Maybe the master really has divine skills to protect the body and build the world's martial arts, but compared to Changchun Valley, I'm afraid it's a big deal." ”

Meng Kang saw that he was chatting hotly, but he didn't look at him, and said in his heart: "I'll try what this bald donkey is capable of, and dare to come to my Changchun Valley to cause trouble." ”

Step by step, he quietly came behind Hui Ming, and slapped out a palm, Hui Ming suddenly felt a strong wind behind him, and the palm power was extremely strong, even he didn't dare to say it lightly, but this palm power was much worse than his own, Hui Ming suddenly turned around, raised his hand and slapped Meng Kang.

Huiming's palm power is surging, Meng Kang's palm power is fierce, and under the collision of the two forces of Zhigang and Yang, it is difficult to distinguish the winner for a while, but Meng Kang has already moved with all his strength, his face is sweating like rain, and his facial features are already distorted, but Huiming is very indifferent, understatement, as if this kind of thing has never happened.

When it was slow, Meng Kang had reached the limit, and he knew that he was invincible, so he immediately drew his palm, changed his palm into a fist, and took seven or eight steps back, and then flew up and jumped up, punch after punch, Huiming did not panic, and waited for Meng Kang to come.

Bang bang bang three punches in the heart, Meng Kang realized that something was wrong, this fist seemed to hit the goose down, the internal force was gradually dissolved, a punch is not better than a punch, Huiming snorted, his left palm slapped out, and his right palm came out, attacking Meng Kang's ears, and the shot was extremely fierce.

Meng Kang wanted to withdraw his hand and go back, but the fist was firmly sucked, and he was unable to escape no matter how he broke free.

Seeing this, the four immortals stepped forward to help, grabbed the limbs and pulled Meng Kang back, a cotton soft force penetrated into the flesh and bones, Meng Kang was extremely cold up and down, and his body collapsed and weakened, and he fell heavily to the ground, unconscious.

Qi Niang's brows were furrowed, his face was full of displeasure, and he scolded: "Bald donkey, why do you have to treat a junior like this?"

Hui Ming laughed and asked, "I have heard that the people in Changchun Valley are strong in martial arts, and they never disdain to sneak attack from behind, is this the case?!"

The four immortals were all full of anger, not only because he was ruthless and injured Meng Kang, but also because he looked down on Changchun Valley and didn't put the four immortals in his eyes.

The four of them held their own identities, so they didn't want to be side by side, and the fairy in the painting whispered: "Little sister, you fight with him." ”

Ling Bo shook his head and said, "I have oily hands and have never brought a piano. ”

Danqing didn't want to do it, he didn't want to have anything to do with this monk, not to mention that the rest of the martial arts were above him, so there was no need to make a move until he had to.

Qi Idiot had a hot temper, and seeing that he was reluctant to do anything, he shouted forward: "Bald donkey, Ann dares to be presumptuous!" The sound was like thunder, like five thunderbolts, waking up the people in the village one by one, and watching this good show.