Late at night, in the temple.

It was a dilapidated old temple that creaked in the wind, as if it was going to collapse at any moment.

There were only two people in the temple.

An old monk, a young monk.

"He, is he gone?" a hoarse voice rang out, breaking the silence.

"Let's go, let's go, master. Another childish voice sounded.

"Hahahahaha...... the old man laughed wildly and opened a gray, inconspicuous box in front of him. There was greedy ecstasy in his eyes.

The young monk wanted to speak and stopped, but finally asked cautiously: "Master, ...... there?" What is it?"

"Huh?" the old monk squinted at the young monk not far from the left front, "When is your turn to ask these questions?"

"No...... Don't dare to ......" The young monk looked at the old monk in horror and said in fear.

"It doesn't hurt to tell you. The old monk waved his hand, as if he was very generous, "It's our hope!!

The mountains and grass are as green as the Jinchuan, and the water is reflected in the water.

Spring only lives in Fangfei, but in the end it is empty.

Huaihua Temple is a temple 5 miles away from Dongjia Village, said to be a temple, in fact, it is a larger house and a few small open-air houses, the whole looks dilapidated, not like a temple should look like it should be. But the abbot of this temple, Master Proud, called it the word "temple", so we called it the name given by Master Proud: Huaihua Temple.

There is a small dirt slope between Huaihua Temple and Dongjia Village, called Dongjiapo. It was afternoon, and there were a few teenagers playing on the slope.

"Everyone present listened to me, those who knew my name would not say it, and those who didn't know would bear my fear next, just because I was the first pair of swordsmen in Dongjia Village, Daolang!" I saw a tallest thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy holding two small short knives in his hands, and his eyebrows were full of pride, as if he was a big man in the world, a big hero who punished rape and eliminated evil.

When the others saw his "unbeaten" appearance, they all remembered his usual appearance of being a hanger, which obviously did not match his current image, right?

At the same time, not far from the dirt slope, beside the creek, it is overgrown with trees, and the sunlight peeks through the gaps between the branches. There are two young monks of the same age who are collecting water and chopping firewood, they are about thirteen or fourteen years old, and they are chopping firewood vigorously.

"Senior brother, how long is this going to be, with so much firewood, how can we finish chopping it!" one of the younger monks complained.

"Look at you, I don't believe in your senior brother and my strength anymore, you have to have confidence in me. The older monk stood up, he was small, but when he stood up, he was very tall, but he looked like an adult in his twenties and thirties. I saw him stand up and turn his hand into a hand knife, only to slash at the pile of firewood with his bare hands, "clang", and in an instant, those firewood were split into large pieces, and he couldn't get up anymore.

The monk on the side was shocked at this time and couldn't say a word, he was sitting there stunned in a daze, as if he hadn't reacted yet.

The older monk clapped his hands, as if it were as simple as swallowing a spit to break a dozen firewood fires with a single blow with his bare hands. He squinted at the little monk next to him and said, "How long are you going to be stunned?"

The younger monk suddenly woke up, looked up and realized that it was dusk, stood up randomly, scratched his head embarrassedly, and said, "Senior brother, your hand...... It doesn't matter. ”

The great monk laughed and said, "It's okay, my hand is not a cork branch, and it can't be broken!"

At dusk, it was getting late, and the two monks walked towards Huaihua Temple, one left and one right. As they walked past Dongjiapo, they saw several teenagers playing on the hillside, and not only that, but they also heard the words of the tallest teenager: "Two bald donkeys." ”

The older monk was naturally furious when he heard this, and just wanted to step forward to teach them a lesson, but he saw that the little monk hurriedly stopped him and whispered in his ear: "That's the son of Dong Sheng, the head of Dongjia Village, the proud master told us, we can't be provoked!"

"Why, just because his father is the village head?" said the great monk disdainfully.

The great monk has such a temper, and it is also the only thing where he is incompatible with many monks, and it is also the reason why the proud master hates him as a monk the most. Because of this, he didn't get into trouble a lot.

"No, it's because ......" The little monk wanted to say something again, but before he finished speaking, he was pushed away by the big monk, and the big monk strode forward, holding a relatively long piece of wood that had just been chopped, and pointed at the young man's nose with him and said, "You, say it again!"

"You ......" The young man's nose was almost crooked, probably because he had never been treated like this before, but he still replied with a provocative meaning: "I'm talking about - bald donkey!"

"Look for death!" the great monk said, taking the piece of firewood and rushing forward with an arrow, startling the tall young man, but he was not afraid, picked up the knife on the ground and rushed towards the great monk.

"Crackling", Chai and the double knife collided together, one of the two sides was a monk and the other was a tall boy. The two explained that their eyes were bloodshot, and they wanted to swallow each other in their stomachs.

"Oh, I can only go to the master!" the little monk said, running quickly towards Huaihua Temple.

The battle continued, the two of them came and went, and the sound of the collision of firewood and double knives played the arrogant and uninhibited character of the young man. One person uses firewood and one person uses a knife, the advantages and disadvantages should be obvious at a glance, but this is not the case. The great monk took the lead and gained more and more advantages. And the teenager gradually got a disadvantage.

The other three teenagers couldn't stand it anymore, so they picked up the weapons and guns they carried with them and said, "Brother Dao, we're here to help you!"

"Click, click. The firewood was cut off, and the great monk simply abandoned the only "instrument", snatched a person's crescent halberd with his bare hands, and pushed him to the ground, unable to get up again, not afraid of the reality of four people on him alone. In between, he turned the crescent moon halberd tiger and tiger to make the wind, just like the god Lu Bu descended to the earth 1v4. He parried the man's gun with his left hand and twisted him, knocking him to the ground. After pushing down the two of them with the crescent halberd, he stuck the halberd on the ground vertically, and said disdainfully: "Hmph, this is the end of your provocation!"

"Shut your sinful mouth!" a hoarse voice suddenly sounded. The great monk looked back -

Oops!

The Master of Triumph was right behind him, staring at him with anger on his face!!

(To be continued)