Before he could make any counter-offensive moves, he only felt a light under his feet, and then looked around, somehow he had reached the roof.

"Isn't it because I'm hitting a ghost in the middle of the night?"

Cui Shiyuan muttered in a low voice, turned around again, and found that a fat Shang came from nowhere, sitting in front of him with a smile.

"Who are you?"

In such a tense environment, Cui Shiyuan wanted to shout but didn't dare to shout, so he had to put his confidence down and ask in a low voice.

"I'm a monk who travels all over the world, so when I see you sneaking around here, I'll take you with me to see what is going on. ”

Cui Shiyuan first took a few steps back, reached out and touched the wind-chasing playful sword on his waist, and shouted angrily: "Great monk, do you want to help that God of Wealth as a disaster?"

"No, no, you put away your sword and see what it is. ”

Following the direction of the monk's finger, Cui Shiyuan flashed his eyes and saw a middle-aged man dressed as a Taoist priest wearing a trouser belt and rushing here.

"Phew! I said, don't you see a monk in the temple go to the toilet to relieve yourself, and you still have to pull me to accompany you, it's really shameless. ”

“......”

At this time, Monk Huikong regretted for a while, knowing that this kid was so stupid, he shouldn't have helped him escape. But if you want to come and be a monk, you can always have compassion, so forget it.

"This benefactor, where you are just now, is exactly the way that the Dao person must pass, if it wasn't for the poor monk who took you here, I'm afraid you would have gone to the dungeon of that Zhang Mansion at this moment. ”

Cui Shiyuan was too nervous and carried away just now, but now that he calmed down and thought about it, it seemed that this was really the case.

"Master, you don't have the same knowledge as me, only blame ...... It's just that it's the first time I've done this kind of trick to cross the wall, and it's a little chaotic......"

Listening to his stumbling explanation, Hui Kong also knew a thing or two in his heart, and hurriedly waved his hand to signal that he didn't need to say any more. But Cui Shiyuan always felt guilty, and wanted to say a few more words to express his gratitude.

At this time, someone under the eaves spoke: "Friends in the house, since you are here, why pretend to be profound, why don't you come down and drink a glass of water and wine?"

Seeing that the matter was revealed, the monk Huikong jumped off the roof with a shaking figure, and the apricot yellow monk's robe fluttered in the wind under the moonlight, as if an Arhat had descended into the world, and the gods were in the world.

"Amitabha, the four major monks are empty, how can they covet the contents of this cup?"

In the courtyard, the purple-faced Yama, the three owls of the Ghost Mountain, the six Monkey Monkeys and the Hongling Heroine all stood on both sides under the leadership of the Iron Palm Daoist and Zhang Caishen, watching Huikong land.

"Haha, great monk, I see that you are stretching out your hand well, I don't know what you are doing in my house in the middle of the night?"

Without waiting for Huikong to answer, Cui Shiyuan in the room shouted: "Since you have arrived at your thief's den, you must have caught the handle and come, and those who know each other hurry up and hand over Miss Yue'e, lest I go down and do it!"

Cui Shiyuan's foot work was originally mediocre, but now that Monk Huikong has brought him to such a high roof, it has become a difficult thing to think about it again.

However, the group of wicked people present did not know this, and thought that he thought that he had a very high opinion of himself and disdained to do anything with everyone, so he sent such a great monk to come.

"It's you again, kid, it's not enough to spoil my good deeds during the day, and you come to disturb me again at night. If you have the courage, come down and stretch out your hand, and see if I can wait to pick your skin!"

Zhang Caishen saw that the enemy's eyes were extremely red, and he stomped his feet and scolded with a sullen breath in his chest, if it weren't for his poor martial arts, he would have flown up to fight Cui Shiyuan for three hundred rounds.

"If you want to do it with the master, just rely on your rotten garlic to match? Not to mention anything else, even if you are all tied together, it is not my friend's opponent. ”

"Hmph, boy, don't say it too soon. Great monk, it's up to the poor road to accompany you on a few moves!"

Before the words fell, the Iron Palm Daoist relied on his prestige in the rivers and lakes, and wanted to knock down the monk before everyone else. First, you can show Miao Wang and others how capable you are, and secondly, you can justifiably share more gold and silver when you win the Li Mansion.

Huikong saw that this old Taoist was not good, shook the sleeves of his robe, and greeted him, and a monk turned into two lights and shadows of yellow and gray in an instant.

Since he is called an iron master, there must be some way to do it. It is said that since the age of five, this old Taoist has followed the masters to practice the iron sand palm and cinnabar palm in the deep mountains and old forests.

When you are an adult, you have already been well-known in the rivers and lakes, like ordinary golden bell jars and iron cloth shirts, if you are slapped by him, it will break your cultivation at the least, and at the worst you will have blood in your mouth on the spot, and you will die of shaking the five organs.

As soon as the monk Huikong stretched out his hand, he saw his doorway, so he never touched it hard, and whenever this old Taoist pounced on him with a pair of iron palms, Huikong avoided the past with dexterity.

After coming and going, the Iron Palm Daoist saw that he couldn't fight for a long time, and his face naturally felt dull, so he took a cold snort, dragged the cold iron whisk out from behind his body, shook it violently, and hit the top of Monk Huikong's head.

Seeing that this old way move is ruthless, and there is no meaning of restraint at all, Huikong monk gathered a grain of mixed vitality, his arms shook, the muscles around his body burst out, and he was facing the dust is a palm.

This palm is very strong, when the wind breaks like a dragon roaring and a tiger roars, it is an indestructible cold iron whisk dust after receiving this one, only to hear a crisp sound of "click", and it has been divided into two sections in an instant.

"Ahh

The Iron Palm Daoist was shocked by what he saw in front of him and retreated a few steps, this kind of palm power is not said to be that he can't cultivate by himself, even if the teacher is alive, he can only barely catch up with one-third of this great monk.

"Amitabha Buddha ......"

After the monk Huikong finished fighting, he didn't say much, but just chanted a Buddha name loudly, and then closed his eyes and stood motionless, waiting for others to make trouble again.

He has few words, but Cui Shiyuan can't be less. After all, it is a matter of scene when facing the enemy, and if one side loses its voice, won't it lose half of its momentum first? Therefore, when he saw that he had won the battle, he opened his throat on the roof and said: "How about it? What I said is right! Acquaintances should hurry up and hand over the people, otherwise none of you will be able to leave today." ”

"Good boy, you have such a big breath!".

The purple-faced Yama knew that Monk Huikong was powerful, and he was not sure that he had reached out in the past, but the hairy boy with sharp teeth and sharp mouth on the roof seemed to be capable, so it was better to catch him first and count it as a meritorious service!

Thinking of this, taking advantage of the fact that everyone was not paying attention, he took a deep breath and followed the wall to Cui Shiyuan in a few steps.