Chapter 13 It's Bai Yunhuan again

Xu Yuanxi drank tea, asked what he wanted to ask, jumped off the roof, and asked Bai Yunhuan if he needed to rest, Bai Yunhuan said that he would watch it for a while, so he just pillowed his hands behind his head and looked at the starry sky.

The night sky was windless and the stars twinkled.

Bai Yunhuan looked at Xu Yuanxi's figure and knew that today's night would be very long.

When Bai Yunhuan came down from the mountain, his master only told him that the little monk in the west and Chu Jiachu were not for anything, and then he came over directly.

He didn't ask much, for Bai Yunhuan, it was enough to know the name and location.

"Master Hei, is there anything you want me to do?"

Bai Yunhuan looked at the sky and said such a sentence coldly, as if he was talking to himself.

But a moment later, in the shadows behind him, there was the sound of heavy footsteps, and an old black-bearded monk dressed in black slowly walked out of the attic on the second floor.

The old monk did not wear a loose black robe as usual, but this time he wore a black cloth robe.

"When did you find me. ”

"Master Hei, when you came, I will find out when you come. Bai Yunhuan understated.

The black-bearded old monk raised his eyebrows, and secretly said in his heart that he was a good boy, his face did not change, and he said in a deep voice:

"Follow me. ”

Bai Yunhuan is not a fool, and he can probably guess what the black-bearded old monk is looking for him.

The two of them walked all the way, through many stairs and pavilions, and finally came to the main hall of the temple.

The main hall is very empty, and the Buddha statues that should be in ordinary temples are not available here.

The marble-paved floor has become a little yellow due to the passage of time, and even some of the stone slabs are no longer clear, but the whole hall is very neat.

The futon used for chanting in the main hall on weekdays has been put away today, making the already empty hall appear more open.

It was already night, and the hall had been lit with candles, and the lights were shining with each other, and the light blended together.

Bai Yunhuan's snow-white hair looked a little yellow under the illumination of the candlelight, and he looked at the old monk who stopped and straightened up.

"Do you know what I called you for?"

The black-bearded old monk's eyes were like torches.

"Yes. ”

Bai Yunhuan looked serious and his eyes were clean.

The black-bearded monk then asked:

"Are you prepared?"

"What else is needed to prepare for the beating. ”

Bai Yunhuan grinned, and when he said this, although he was laughing, there was no smile in his eyes.

"That's good. ”

After the black-bearded old monk finished speaking, his body sank, and he took a stance.

And Bai Yunhuan raised his head and chest, and his eyes were straight

"Then take me a hundred punches. ”

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The sky is clear tonight, the stars are picturesque, and the weather is cool but not cold.

Suffering is sleeping, Chu Buwei is looking at the stars, and Bai Yunhuan is being beaten.

Inside the temple store.

As soon as the black-bearded old monk's words fell, his figure flashed, and he had already smashed his fist on Bai Yunhuan's chest.

Bai Yunhuan seemed to have been hit by a boulder in the chest, and a muffled snort came from his mouth, and his legs did not move, but this punch made his feet slide back more than ten steps.

The black-bearded old monk was expressionless, and a flash came to Bai Yunhuan again, the same horse step, and the same punch.

Bai Yunhuan endured another punch, and this time, he took more than twenty steps back.

The posture has risen, and it is another punch.

Bai Yunhuan This time, the whole person was smashed on the wall of the main hall, and then bounced back by the wall fiercely.

The old monk raised his head, saw this, slowly turned around, and returned to the place where he threw the first punch.

Bai Yunhuan got up, raised his right hand to wipe the blood oozing from the corner of his mouth, and walked back to the place where he received the first punch.

The two kept repeating like this, and in the main hall, the sound of fists was like a drum.

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The tenth punch, the black-bearded old monk handed out a punch, and Bai Yunhuan's whole person flew out directly, hitting his head against the wall hard, and then being bounced to the ground.

A mouthful of blood coughed up, Bai Yunhuan continued to stand up and walked towards the black-bearded old monk.

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In the twentieth punch, Bai Yunhuan was too lazy to wipe the blood from his mouth, and even his breathing began to struggle, he bent his back and walked towards the black-bearded old monk.

I don't know when, Xu Yuanxi and the white-bearded old monk have come to the door of the main hall, and neither of them speaks.

Thirtieth punch.

Bai Yunhuan's left hand was already broken, so he hung like this, and walked towards the black-bearded old monk.

There was unbearability in Xu Yuanxi's eyes, outsiders didn't know, but he and the white-bearded old monk knew very well that the strength of the black-bearded old monk's hundred fists only increased.

Fortieth punch.

After Bai Yunhuan fell to the ground, he couldn't get up for a long time, so he just held his head and breathed heavily.

His hands were broken, and if he wanted to get up, he had to do that, and then he got up and continued to walk towards the old monk Blackbeard.

Fiftieth punch.

Bai Yunhuan's ribs have almost all been broken, his body has been in tatters, and the broken ribs have already scratched the tendons and organs in his body.

When he walked in front of the old monk Blackbeard this time, the old monk with black beard just walked on his horse, his fists flat on his waist, and did not punch.

"Suffering can withstand sixty punches. ”

"And you, take ten more punches from me, you will die. ”

Bai Yunhuan, who had been keeping his head down, raised it, and his light blue eyes looked at the black-bearded old monk like this.

The old monk with the black beard punched again.

The sixtieth punch was thrown, and as Bai Yunhuan's body landed again, the field was silent.

There are only candles, and the lights are flickering.

With a burst of heavy breathing, Bai Yunhuan's mud-like body moved again, up and down his body, bleeding nonstop, and as he struggled, blood stained the ground all over.

Then he stood up again, dragging his bloodied body towards the blackbeard monk.

Monk Blackbeard's next punch was obviously a little slow.

Seventieth punch, the black-bearded old monk's face was a little hesitant, and when he saw the eyes of the white-haired boy, an inexplicable emotion welled up in his heart.

The boy from the first punch, this is the look

The eightieth punch is delivered.

Xu Yuanxi looked at Bai Yunhuan, who was flying out upside down again, and turned his back.

"Master, if you continue like this, that young man will die. His voice trembled.

The white-bearded old monk frowned tightly and was silent.

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When the ninetieth punch is finished.

Blood had already flowed into one of Bai Yunhuan's eyes, his two hands had been broken, his ribs were almost broken, and the whole person was spread out on the marble floor.

The lights in the main hall also seemed to have stopped.

Then in the violently shocked eyes of the three of them, Bai Yunhuan moved again.

He struggled to roll over, a simple movement that was now harder than it was to ascend to the sky, and then he slammed his head on the ground, and his two severed hands hung on the ground.

Bai Yunhuan began to raise his head, his white hair blocked his eyes, he just raised his waist little by little very slowly, and then he knelt on the ground and couldn't see his expression clearly.

Then he started to stand up, and his left leg was broken, so he dragged it to the ground, and propped himself up with his right leg.

Bai Yunhuan moved in front of the blackbearded old monk step by step, step by step.

The wind rises, and the wind enters the temple.

Blowing the bloody white hair on the young man's forehead, the black-bearded old monk looked at the young man's open eye.

The eyes are clean and the eyes have not changed.

The old monk with the black beard did not speak, nor did he punch, but stopped.

"What's wrong...... Master Black......"

“...... Your hand...... How are you shaking ......?"

The young man with his face covered in blood just looked at the black-bearded old monk.

The corners of his mouth were a little crooked, and he was probably laughing.

But he was laughing.

The blackbearded old monk was stunned, he had never seen such a person, a person who made his hands tremble just by being beaten.

"You...... You...... No more punches...... Then I'll be ...... Just when you...... Agreed......"

The white-haired boy hung his two hands, bent his back, and blood kept flowing to the ground.

The blackbearded old monk exhaled and closed his fist.

Then he walked up to the white-haired boy's already squeaky body and picked up the white-haired boy on his back.

The blackbearded old monk has only carried one person in his life.

Now, Bai Yunhuan is the second.

Bai Yunhuan lay on the black-bearded old monk like mud, and his voice was intermittent:

"Actually...... In fact...... Master Black, you ...... You can finish the ...... That...... That hundred punches. ”

The black-bearded old monk Quan was in a coma, and he was delirious nonsense in the past.

He carried Bai Yunhuan on his back so carefully and walked out of the hall step by step.

Xu Yuanxi looked at the back of the black-clothed old monk leaving with Bai Yunhuan on his back, and muttered:

"Senior brother, junior brother, you, the immortal Buddha, even if you can kill Wang Ran, you will ...... in the future."

"I'm afraid I've met an opponent......"

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(End of chapter)