There was a loud shout in the distance, which made Thirteen and Mingyou turn their heads one after another, and a young man in a gray monk's robe was running towards him in the direction where the sound came from.

The young man's robe was patched with a lot of patches, and he looked to be some years old, but he still had a show on his head, fluttering in the wind as he ran, and with that delicate face, he probably was a little novice who was about to shave.

After he ran over, he didn't care about the two people lying on the ground, but cared about the bamboo around him: "This bamboo was planted by Venerable Guanzhen as a novice back then, and this is the place where Venerable Pukong had an epiphany on the Bodhi tree and meditated for three years...... It's ......."

Faced with a mess of bamboo forests, the young monk looked anxious and angry, sweating profusely, babbling about the origin of each bamboo, and trying to straighten some of the bamboos that had not been completely broken, but all this was in vain, so he turned his attention to the blame.

The young monk hurriedly ran over to the two of them and shouted, "Do you know how many Zen masters have preached in this bamboo forest?" Every bamboo has a sense of Zen and is a place to understand the great truth...... This blessed land was destroyed by you casually......"

When he got closer, when he saw the posture of the two of them, he seemed to understand something, and shouted angrily: "Bold thief, dare to do such a reluctance in the holy land of Buddhism, don't let go of that female benefactor quickly!!"

Originally, Thirteen and Ming You were discussing the matter of letting go, but the monk suddenly appeared, and the appearance of the Shen Nervous Sutra made them forget about this matter for a while, and when he ran over, he saw that the scene was like this-

Two people entangled in a very indecent posture, and the man was holding a broken knife against the neck of a young woman, the intention was very obvious.

Thirteen felt that there shouldn't be too many movements now, and it was better to speak quickly: "Can I explain?"

"Don't talk nonsense, if you don't let go of the female donor, the little monk will be welcome!"

"Okay, I'll let go. Thirteen let go of Mingyou, stood up, patted the dust on his body, and said disapprerovingly, "Actually, things are not what you think, the two of us are old friends, just a little joke." ”

For some reason, Ming You didn't say a word after getting up, and ran straight to the young monk.

I'm really afraid of what's coming, Thirteen is afraid that Mingyou's brain will twitch and come up with some tricks, but his brain just moved, Mingyou really lived up to his expectations, and suddenly became addicted to the game and began to be a demon.

"Oops... You give it back!!" The corner of Thirteen's eyes twitched, and he hurriedly tried to stop Mingyou, but she flashed and pounced.

Mingyou cried and ran behind the young monk, pretending to be delicate and pitiful: "Huh~~Master~~ You have to be the master for me~~~ This person is going to bully me~~"

This scene fell into the eyes of the young monk, and without much conjecture, it formed a story of a lewd person forcibly holding this weak woman hostage to the depths of the dense forest, wanting to do something unspeakable, but now after being broken by someone, he still intends to kill people and kill people.

"Death to the thief!!" the young monk was furious, and roared, and the loose monk's robe suddenly swelled as if it was full of air, and his white face was also swollen with red copper in an instant, his eyes were round, the green tendons on his forehead protruded, and his head flew because of the agitation.

The young monk stretched out his right hand and grabbed it in the void: "Come!"

Thirteen in the distance felt as if he was firmly grasped by an invisible thug, and was dragged towards the young monk, and hurriedly leaned back, his feet on the ground, but he still ploughed two deep pits on the ground, and urged the internal force to strengthen the leg strength before he was able to stop.

The moment the forward and backward forces reached a balance, Thirteen began to fall backwards, but at this moment, he kicked his feet and did several backflips in mid-air, quickly closing the distance between him and the young monk.

However, the moment he landed, another wave of energy came to the sky, and the corner of Thirteen's eyes saw the huge golden palm that had been looming and passed by him, although he was not hit, but the fierce and unwieldy force was still very familiar.

"Mighty King Kong Palm?!" Thirteen was shocked in his heart, and was instantly shocked.

This is the secret of Longquan Temple, even the dilapidated secret book is not recorded in half a point, unless it is the head or the elder's personal disciple of the level of people, only eligible to get oral transmission, this monk looks only in his early twenties, has already mixed to such a high status?

Since it is called the Mighty Vajra Palm, it has to have a lot of internal force to be able to drive, so the people who have seen this trick before are basically around forty, and it can be said that they are at the level of his predecessors, so they can only hear the name of Might, and they can rarely experience the power of Force.

Now in a young man in his twenties...... Oh, it's the era of martial arts, and practicing to the eighth or ninth martial realm is the same as drinking water and eating, so there's nothing to be surprised about, right?

In his fright, Thirteen saw a figure approaching quickly, and by the time his eyes turned straight ahead, the young monk was already standing there, punching him tepidly.

The punch looked light and soft, and the tepid appearance didn't seem to use any force, but Thirteen definitely didn't believe the feeling on the surface, and his eyes and hands quickly came out, firmly grasping the young monk's arm, but a huge force still hit his stomach, and the force of the fist also simply passed through the flesh and blood, straight to the internal organs.

I don't know if it was a mistake in his judgment or what's going on, obviously he had already grabbed his arm, although his eyes didn't see it, but from experience, this punch would never hit, but the moment he grabbed it, the fist suddenly grew half an inch for some reason, and it hit the target.

It's too late to say anything now, and Thirteen only felt as if his stomach had been scratched by someone's hand, and a large mouthful of sour water couldn't help but vomit directly, and at the same time, his legs were weak, and he fell to the ground on his knees holding his stomach and moaned in pain.

After the young monk hit the punch, he froze there, with a dazed and confused expression on his face, and the swollen red blood gradually subsided, and he returned to the harmless and delicate appearance of humans and animals just now.

After reason regained possession of his body, the young monk saw Thirteen holding his stomach, his whole face was tangled, and he said in a panic: "Donor, are you okay......? Amitabha, Amitabha......"

As he spoke, the young monk sat cross-legged on the ground and folded his hands and silently recited the Buddhist scriptures, not knowing whether to atone for his sins or to pray for the thirteen blessings?

Thirteen had a cramping pain in his abdomen, and all his strength to speak dissipated, but he could still greet the young monk over and over again in his heart: "Gan Lin is cool...... Whether you mean it or not, you can help me up first...... Lin Quilt is not dead, don't be in such a hurry to start Lin Quilt ah......"

(End of chapter)