He didn't know that he had escaped death this time, and Ding Mohan secretly attacked him with his palm, wanting to kill him, and the monk who shook his head carried the "Crane Control Gong" to pull him out.

But Lu Guanxi eliminated Ding Mohan's palm with the dark strength on the stick, and Su Bancheng was between him and the shaking head monk, and dissolved the "Crane Control Gong" with his left palm, and slapped him twice with his right palm, knocking him in.

These two palms are strong, after Hui Hao broke through a heavy board wall, his forehead slammed, and he hit a heavy board wall, only to hit the sky dark, almost fainted, after a while, he stood up, touched the corner of his forehead, and a large piece was swollen.

But he saw himself in an empty room with nothing. He tried to find the door, but there were no doors or windows in this room, only a hole that he had broken through the wall and fell into. He froze, and tried to crawl out of the hole.

I could only hear an old and deep voice coming from the wall: "Since you're here, why do you want to go out?"

Megumi turned around and said, "Please show me the way." ”

The voice said, "You made the way yourself, and no one can teach you." After my chess game was laid out, no one has been able to solve it for decades, and today I finally opened it for you, and you can't come back yet!"

When Hui Hao heard the words "my chess game", he couldn't help but feel terrified, and said in a trembling voice: "You...... You...... You ......"

He heard Su Bancheng say that this chess game was made by his "first teacher", and this voice was a human or a ghost?

Hui Hao listened to the voice very kindly, obviously without any malice, and did not think much about it at the moment, when his left shoulder hit the wall, and there was a sound, and the wall had decayed for a long time, and a hole was immediately broken.

Meho looked inside and couldn't help but be surprised, only to see that there was another empty room inside, but there was a person sitting in the air.

His first thought was: "There is a ghost!" He was so frightened that he just wanted to turn around and run away, but he heard the man say: "Alas, it turned out to be a little monk! Alas, it is still a little monk who is so ugly, difficult, difficult!

Hui Hao listened to him sigh three times, said six words "difficult" in a row, and then looked at him intently, only then did he see that this person was bound by a black rope, and the other end of the rope was attached to the beam, hanging his body in the air.

Just because the wall behind him is pitch black, and the rope is also black, and the two blacks are stacked on top of each other, the rope can't be seen.

Hui Hao's appearance was originally quite ugly, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, upturned nostrils, ears and thick lips, and some injuries on his face when he broke through the wall at this moment, which made it even more ugly.

His parents died when he was a child, and the monks in the Shaolin Temple were merciful and adopted him in the temple, and the monks in the temple were either pious and pure, or concentrated on learning martial arts, and no one came to pay attention to whether his appearance was handsome or ugly.

Buddhists say that the human body is a "stinky skin", and if you care more about whether this stinky skin looks good or not, it will greatly hinder the preaching. Therefore, the man said that he was a "good and ugly little monk", and it was the first time that Hui Hao had heard it in his life.

He looked up slightly and looked at the man. I saw that he had a black beard, no white, his face was like a crown of jade, and there was no wrinkles, he was not young, but he was still radiant and elegant.

Hui Hao was slightly ashamed: "When it comes to appearance, I am naturally far from you. At this time, there was no fear in his heart, he bowed and saluted, and said: "The little monk is good, meet the seniors." ”

The man nodded and said, "What's your last name?"

Hui Hao was stunned for a moment and said: "A monk has no common family name. ”

The man said, "What was your surname before you became a monk?" Hui Hao said: "The little monk has been a monk since he was a child, and he has never had a surname. ”

The man looked at him for a long time, sighed, and said, "You can solve my chess game, you are clever and talented, and you are very good, but you look like this, but you can't do it after all, alas, it is very rare." I think it's been in vain after all, and it cost you your life. Little Master, I'll give you a gift, so you can go!"

Hui Hao listened to the old man's tone, obviously there is a major difficulty, deeply worried about no one to help, Mahayana Buddhism first pays attention to "all the sufferings of sentient beings", and immediately said: "The little monk is in the chess art, it is really shallow and tight, and the chess game of the old-timers is not dismantled by the little monk himself." But if the old-timers have something difficult to do, although the little monk has low skills, he is willing to do his best, even if he is willing to take great risks, he does not dare to resign, and as for the gift, he does not dare to accept it. ”

The old man said, "It's not bad that you have such a chivalrous heart. Your chess skills are not high, your martial arts are shallow, they are irrelevant, you can come here, you are fate. Merely...... You're too ugly. He couldn't stop shaking his head.

Hui Hao smiled slightly and said: "The appearance is beautiful and ugly, it is the gathering of karma since the beginning, not only can I not be the master, but even my parents can't be the master. The little monk was ugly, which made the seniors unhappy, so he said goodbye. He took two steps back.

Huihao was about to turn around, and the old man said, "Wait!" The sleeve of his shirt was raised and placed on Huihao's right shoulder. Huihao's body sank down slightly, only to feel that the sleeves of his clothes were like arms, holding his body. The old man asked, "Who are the people who came to solve the chess game today?"

Hui Hao said one by one, and the old man muttered for a long time and said: "The masters of the world, six or seven out of ten have arrived." Didn't Master Xingrong of Dabaorui Temple come?"

Hui Hao replied: "Except for the monks of our monastery, there is only one monk who shakes his head. ”

The old man asked again: "In recent years, I heard that there is a person named Jun Moxiao in the martial arts, and he is very good, didn't he come?"

Hui Hao said: "No. ”

The old man sighed and said to himself: "I have been waiting for so many years, and if I continue to wait, I may not be able to meet all the materials that are both beautiful inside and out." The world is often unsatisfactory, and it has to be like this. ”

After pondering for a moment, he seemed to have made up his mind, and said: "You said in time, this chess game was not dismantled by you, so how can Bancheng send you in again?"

Hui Hao said: "The first thing is that the little monk is bold and ignorant, closed his eyes and was blind, and in the future, he will be separated, but it is my master Bozu who is secretive and enlightened, and secretly guides with the method of 'transmitting sound into the secret'. "Now I will tell you how to dismantle the chess game.

The old man sighed: "Providence is so, Providence is so!" Suddenly, he frowned and said with a smile: "Since Providence is like this, you closed your eyes and unraveled my chess game by mistake, which shows that you are blessed with deep fortune, and you may be able to do great things for me, but I don't know." Okay, good, good boy, you kneel down and kowtow!"

Huihao grew up in the Shaolin Temple since he was a child, and the people he saw every day were not masters, uncles, or elders, such as uncles, uncles, and so on, that is, among his peers, there were countless brothers who were older than him and stronger in martial arts, and they had always been obedient.

Buddhist disciple, pay attention to humility, he heard the old man tell him to kowtow, although he didn't understand the reason, but he thought that this person was a martial arts senior, and it was natural to kowtow to him a few times, so he knelt down respectfully, knocked four heads, and was about to stand up, the man smiled and said: "Kowtow five more, this is the rule of this door." ”。

Hui Hao replied, "Yes!" and kowtowed five more times.

The old man said, "Good boy, good boy, come here!" and Hui Hao stood up and walked over to him.