Among the martial artists that Cheng Hui has met in his life, no matter whether he is black or white, there has never been one like the man on the sedan chair, who makes people unhappy when they meet.

Buddhism emphasizes the equality of all beings, not to mention that Cheng Hui is an enlightened monk who has lived to be 80 years old.

He also knows that you can't judge people by their appearance.

And the man who was slowly carried to the mountain gate of Shaolin Temple couldn't talk about it.

If you don't mention his mannerisms and dress, just by looking at his appearance, this young man is not only too thin, but also has a flat head and a straight face.

It's just that he slumped on the sedan chair like he had no bones, and he really didn't have the dignity of a martial artist at all.

In addition, he smiled at Master Chenghui from afar, and there was a greasy and tired smile in that smile, like the smile that the villain used to wear before he came to the door to blackmail.

Master Cheng Hui saw that the hundreds of people who were pressed by the black pressure were getting closer and closer, so he walked out of the side door, followed by only a few monks who were not good at martial arts.

Although he is not young, he still has the demeanor of a generation of grandmasters when he stands in the middle of the mountain gate.

When the young man saw Chenghai coming out to greet him, he was busy patting the head of the sedan chair disciple with a smile, and said something in his mouth.

The four sedan chair carrying disciples hurriedly quickened their pace and carried the sedan chair to climb the mountain quickly.

These four disciples who carried the sedan chair were not weak in foot strength and light skills.

I saw that the sedan chariot, which was originally extremely slow, suddenly rushed forward like an arrow off the string.

And the hundreds of disciples who followed behind the sedan chariot also immediately quickened their pace, and followed the sedan chariot closely without relaxing.

Cheng Hui watched from afar, and muttered in his heart: "In the past, I just heard that the beggar gang was in decline, and the martial arts of the disciples were uneven.

But just looking at the speed of these people going up the mountain, there is no trace of decline.

On the contrary, in his Shaolin Temple, he couldn't find so many disciples with strong feet.

It wasn't until everyone at the foot of the mountain was close enough that Cheng Hui said loudly: "The old man's name is Cheng Hui, I don't know what advice the visitors have to come to Shaolin Temple?"

The tired young man waved his hand to signal the sedan chair to stop.

The four disciples carrying the sedan chair were still running wildly a moment ago, and suddenly the four of them stopped their steps together. I didn't see how the sedan chair swayed, so it had already stopped in front of the abbot of Chenghui.

And that's not even the strangest of all. The hundreds of people who followed behind the sedan chariot also suddenly stopped their steps.

There is no one who can't stop under the rapid rush. The team of hundreds of people seemed scattered, but there was no pushing and collision at all.

Cheng Hui knew that this was the other party's deliberate trick. He also admired in his heart that these people were indeed good at martial arts.

If five or six hundred people can have such ability, no matter which sect or sect they come from, they are a force that should not be underestimated.

Cheng Hui once again said to the young man in front of him: "I don't know what happened to the donor?"

When the young man saw Cheng Hui's martial arts master, he didn't get out of the sedan chair, but said as if he was crazy: "Old monk, do you know who I am?"

Although the young man was so disrespectful, Cheng Hui's face did not show the slightest annoyance, and said, "I don't know the name of the honorable master?"

The young man raised his head and giggled for a while, his body staggered, and his appearance was really annoying: "I am Mao Fugui, the leader of the beggar gang! Old monk, don't you know?"

Cheng Hui couldn't help but frown. It's not because of Mao Fugui's rude behavior, but because I have never heard of such a character in the martial arts in the past.

Mao Fugui seemed to fall from the sky, and suddenly led hundreds of people who were not weak in martial arts to go up to Songshan Mountain, and claimed to be the leader of the beggar gang.

Everything in front of him was strange and strange, and Cheng Hao couldn't help asking, "Dare to ask where the five elders of the Beggar Gang are?"

Mao Fugui said in a sharp voice again: "Now there are four elders left, let's come out to meet the guests." ”

After he said this, four older men walked out from behind him. They were all different in height, short, fat and thin, but their faces were not good-looking.

It seems that what Mao Fugui, the leader of the beggar gang, said embarrassed them.

Abbot Chenghui's gaze stayed on the faces of the four people who walked out automatically for a while, and said, "Elder Hou, Elder Bian, Elder Xu, and Elder Hai, don't come here unharmed!"

Why can't Elder Tang spare time today?"

Obviously, the abbot of Cheng Hui recognized the person, and it was indeed the elder of the beggar gang. Then this mighty team is really a beggar gang.

And that skinny man Mao Fugui, who is not in shape for a moment, is really the head of the beggar gang!

Elder Hou was a slender old man, holding a long bamboo pole in his hand, and said with an embarrassed face: "Elder Tang is gone." ”

Cheng Hui's face was shocked, and he wanted to ask again. Elder Hou was reluctant to say more, and the four elders stood behind the head again.

Their actions seemed to be extremely afraid of the head of the house, Mao Fugui.

The boss asked them to come out to make a show, and they only came out together for a short while.

The head didn't let them say hello more, and the four of them didn't dare to gossip more.

Cheng Hui knew that the elders of the beggar gang had never had a low status in the gang. If the head of the head of the sect makes a mistake, the elders can even remove and execute the head of the head when they are unanimous.

Now these four elders have a dull look on their faces, which is diametrically opposed to the impression of the world in the past.

Cheng Hui asked again: "I have seen the head of the beggar gang and the four elders. I just don't know what the heroes have to say here?"

This is the third time Cheng Hui has thrown this question.

Mao Fugui finally smiled and said, "We are here today for nothing else." I just want to ask the abbot to raise his noble hand and return one of the small members of the beggar gang to us. ”

Cheng Hui choked when he heard this. Such an excuse is used when picking quarrels and provoking troubles in the rivers and lakes.

It is impossible for Cheng Hui to be unaware even if he is an outsider.

Obviously, the beggars put forward this excuse, and they didn't make much of a move.

It's just that Cheng Hui was calm in the end, and he put his hands together and chanted a Buddha horn: "There are no beggar heroes in Shaolin Temple."

The Mao gang leader must have been mistaken.

also asked the Mao gang leader to look for it elsewhere. If there is a place that can be used in Shaolin, please ask the Mao gang leader to put it forward. I Shaolin Temple must do my best. ”

Mao Fugui seemed to have guessed that Cheng Hui would say this, and there was no other emotion on his face except for laughter, and said, "That's right, it's to invite the master to help."

Please master hurry up and open the mountain gate. Let us beggars help our brothers go into the temple and look for it.

We don't dare to work the great monks of Shaolin, as long as you don't move, we will find it. ”

That's a very unkind remark.

Cheng Hui snorted coldly, even if they mobilized the crowd and brought five or six hundred people up the mountain to make trouble.

But Shaolin Temple is a pure place for Buddhism, how can he be allowed to mess around like this?

Besides, there are thousands of monks in the Shaolin Temple, and there are more than 1,000 people who practice martial arts.

There is no reason to allow people to do such nonsense.

Mao Fugui looked at Cheng Xuan's appearance, and said, "I also know that the master will definitely not agree." So I had to bring some greeting gifts. Please also ask Master Cheng Hui to smile. ”

Speaking of this, he suddenly rubbed his lips and whistled, and listened to the beggars whistling with him.

Outside the mountain gate of Shaolin Temple, a sharp sound suddenly sounded.