Ye Qingxuan had a faint smile on his face, his eyes looked at the old monk Li Qing fixedly, and he didn't say a word, and the martial arts high-rollers and Confucian celebrities around him also looked at Ye Qingxuan and Li Qing with a good expression.

At the same time, everyone in the audience was also thinking in their hearts, how to deal with such a problem?

After thinking about it in such a way, everyone found that Ye Qingxuan's problem was really tricky, no matter what choice they made and lost the initiative, they could not have the slightest chance of winning.

What's more, their minds are divergent, and they think that if one day, they meet a strongman, and the strongman bets with them with the lives of relatives and friends, what should they do with themselves?

Suddenly, the originally warm atmosphere in the arena was a little deserted because of Ye Qingxuan's seemingly random gamble.

"This Qingxuan Dao Master, why is he so vicious?" Among the group of monks who flew to the temple, some of them muttered softly, "Even if that squirrel is a first-class animal, it is always a life, and at this time, he is holding it in his hands and ravaging it wantonly, where is there still life after a while!"

This little monk is obviously also a person who practices martial arts, and the squirrel meridians of the way of nature are fragile, and at this time, he is even more stuck by Ye Qingxuan's main trachea, so the little monk can naturally see that the squirrel will not last long in such a situation.

The monk's whispering was heard by his senior brothers, and they also echoed it.

Some of the people present heard the low muttering of these little monks, and for a while they inevitably agreed in their hearts, only to feel that although Qingxuan Daoist was sharp-tongued, he was really a little cruel in order to win, and how could he be worthy of the word "compassion".

All this Li Qing turned a deaf ear at this time, this hot-tempered old monk, at this time, was thinking in his heart how to win this scene.

Raising his eyes, he saw the squirrel in Ye Qingxuan's hand, motionless, listening attentively, it seemed that he didn't even seem to be breathing, and for a while, Li Qing's heart also thought of the same situation as his own nephew.

"It seems that this squirrel is unbearable to play with this little miscellaneous hair, and is already about to die! Why don't you delay it for a little longer, and wait for the squirrel to lose his breath, wouldn't he be invincible in doing so?"

There was a plan in his heart, but the old monk Liqing played a scoundrel, his face did not change, he just folded his hands, chanted scriptures in his mouth, and his face was like learning from his own senior brother, like an abbot in Liyan, making a compassionate look.

Seeing this, Ye Qingxuan didn't urge him, but firmly pinched the squirrel's meridian trachea with one hand, and picked up the tea bowl with the other hand, and drank the tea lightly.

"You Taoist priest, you don't have compassion!" Xu is Ye Qingxuan's breezy appearance, which made the monks unaccustomed to it, and at the stall where Ye Qingxuan was drinking tea, another monk jumped out and spoke ill of Ye Qingxuan.

"Oh, I don't know who this little master is?" Ye Qingxuan was not annoyed when he heard this, and still had an indifferent expression, as if he didn't take the monks of Feilai Temple to heart at all.

Ye Qingxuan's "arrogant" expression fell in the eyes of the monk who suddenly jumped out, which made him frown even more, the monk made a long proclamation of the Buddha's name, and then said angrily, "There is no Amitabha Buddha in the south, and the poor monk is enlightened, but the big disciple of Zen Master Liqing sits down!"

"Ahem......" Ye Qingxuan heard the monk's name, the indifferent look on his face almost didn't hold back, and it took a lot of concentration to swallow the tea in his mouth, so as not to lose his temper again, but he complained in his heart, "Poofhahaha, another white dragon horse, and they will live, I can't say, this old monk can go to the west sky!"

Monk Wujing saw that Ye Qingxuan was ignoring him, and he was even more annoyed in his heart, and then he couldn't help but say loudly, "You, a Taoist priest, don't know how to be polite, second, there is no one in your eyes, and third, you don't have any compassion at all."

How can such an arrogant person dare to say that there are miracles bestowed by the gods in your door, and how can such a immoral person be favored by the gods?

This Wujing monk seems to be getting more and more angry, in his opinion, this Ye Qingxuan is simply the world's first-class evil person, and he despises the Buddha and distorts the Dharma, how can he be favored by the gods?

In addition, he taught his teacher, and was provoked by the words of the thief and Taoist priest in his eyes, and he couldn't advance or retreat, so he was angry for a while, and he couldn't care about the face of the two families anymore, so he directly said everything he wanted in his heart.

Monk Wujing's words really reached the hearts of most of the monks who flew to the temple, but they did not dare to speak out because of the occasion and the abbot's constraints

So these monks naturally felt that there was light on their faces, and their hearts were comfortable, as if they had heard the wonderful truth of the Buddha.

Even the old monk Liqing, who was pretending to be on the side, secretly praised his apprentice in his heart for being smart and well-behaved, and made up his mind, and after the festival, he was teaching him a Buddhist martial arts as a reward.

The people present, whether they were martial arts hawkers, Confucian celebrities or ordinary people, had they seen Ye Qingxuan show "miracles" with their own eyes, so after listening to the words of the Wujing monk, and then looking at Ye Qingxuan's performance, they couldn't help but have a little agreement in their hearts for a while.

Those martial arts giants and Confucian celebrities are just that, after all, they know etiquette and understand the law, or they care about their faces, although they agree in their hearts, they don't show anything on their faces.

And those ordinary people who eat melons are different, the pilgrims who can still "wait for miracles" in the Feilai Temple at this time are basically the more devout benefactors in Buddhism, so they have already made a lot of noise at this time.

For a while, there was a lot of noise around the venue, there were ridicules, some abusers, and even red-eyed people who wanted to rush to Ye Qingxuan to "spit" him.

However, this Feilai Temple still cares about face, and even if the monks are reluctant in their hearts, they are also persuading these ordinary people with good words.

Ye Qingxuan raised his eyes and glanced at the peripheral believers lightly, the expression on his face remained unchanged, and then his gaze fell on Monk Wujing, a chic smile appeared on his face, and then said softly, "Poor Dao said that there is a small stone in the left hand of Poor Dao, I don't know what Little Master Wuyu thinks?"

Ye Qingxuan stretched out his empty left hand as he spoke, Wujing couldn't help but be stunned when he heard this, and then looked down, and saw Ye Qingxuan's white hand clenched into a fist, and whether there was something in it was naturally invisible.

Monk Wujing thought about it for a moment in his heart, and then said loudly without inking: "You, a Taoist priest, are you a fool to be a poor monk?"

Just now, you are holding a tea bowl in your left hand, and when you put down the tea bowl at this time, where are the stones in your hands? Yes, you don't want to deceive the poor monk with words, and naturally there is nothing in your palm, and there are no stones!"

Wujing's words were reasonable, and after he finished speaking, he looked at Ye Qingxuan proudly, but as Ye Qingxuan opened his palm, this Wujing's face changed, and at the same time, he couldn't help but scold Ye Qingxuan in his heart!

"This thief Taoist priest is extremely cunning, when did he pick up a stone and hold it in his palm?"