The man in the green robe was slightly stunned, and looked sideways at the fat old monk sitting in the herbal tea shed.

"Is the Master talking to me?"

"Mida Buddha, the donor's anger is not restrained, but it is going to ruin the purity of Nine Lotus Mountain. ”

"Nine Lotus Mountain South Shaolin. ”

"Mida Buddha, don't you know that this is the foot of Nine Lotus Mountain?"

The blue-robed man frowned, raised his eyes to look at the majestic mountain range opposite, and secretly screamed in his heart, the first time he came to the boundary of Nanzhou, he stepped into the gate of Nanshaolin, and saw that the old monk was obviously going to meddle in this matter.

"The master wants to use the prestige of Nan Shaolin to scare me?" said the blue-robed man.

"Mida Buddha, Shaolin Temple and Wudang Sect are the same spirit, the donor committed murder at the gate of Shaolin Temple, how can the old man stand by and watch. ”

The old monk's chubby cheeks fell slightly, obviously a little angry.

"Senior brother, I think it's better to forget it, just let this kid live a few more days. A touch of cunning flashed in the handsome man's eyes, and he said lightly.

"Let's go. ”

The man in the green robe was unwilling, although he was not afraid of fighting with the old monk, but if he attracted a large number of strong people from Shaolin Temple, it would be a little troublesome to deal with it with the strength of the two.

Seeing the two leaving, Xiao Yao breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly stepped forward to thank the old monk.

"Are you a disciple of the Wudang Sect?" the little monk walked over, swept Xiao Yao up and down, and asked.

"Exactly. ”

Xiao Yao smiled, the young monk in front of him looked quite festive, with fair cheeks, thin lips, and a pair of small dimples hanging on his cheeks, which gave people a sense of intimacy from any angle.

"Just now, my master and apprentice saved you, and it can be regarded as fate, you look at the almsgiving. ”

The little monk touched his shiny head, circled around Xiao Yao a few times, and then stretched out his palm and put it in front of him.

"What does this mean?" Xiao Yao asked suspiciously.

"It's fate. ”

"Uh~"

"Fellow Daoist, you won't be so stingy that you don't give a single cent, right?"

Xiao Yao's face was black, and the bandit was gone and there was another 'robber', so he sighed helplessly, so he had to take out the only one or two pieces of silver left in his arms, and he suddenly felt like crying in his heart.

"Yaozhi, don't be rude!" the old monk said with a sinking face.

The little monk stretched out his tongue, didn't dare to play Xiao Yao anymore, and obediently stepped aside.

"Master, please accept one or two pieces of silver on me. ”

"Haha~ Little Daoist don't have to take it seriously, I'm a little stubborn, so I'm just joking with you. ”

Xiao Yao nodded, and secretly scolded the little monk in his heart for treating him like an idiot, if he hadn't saved his life, he really wanted to sprinkle some soil on his head and plant potted flowers.

"What is the name of the master? When the disciple returns to Wudang Mountain, he must tell the master about the rescue. ”

Xiao Yao saw that the old monk was full of red light, his eyes were like torches, and there was a touch of majesty between his eyebrows, and he knew that he was by no means an idle person.

"The old man's name is Huineng. What do you call a little Taoist friend?" said the old monk.

Xiao Yao scratched his head in embarrassment, and said hesitantly: "Disciple Dao, no ...... Bummer. ”

Monk Huineng's eyelids trembled, and he was also amused by this strange Taoist name in his heart, but he couldn't show it because of his identity, so he could only cough lightly to resolve the embarrassing atmosphere.

"Poof"

The little monk Yaozhi on the side didn't hold back, and laughed while holding his stomach.

Xiao Yao's cheeks were red, and he complained in his heart, the master Dao had already suffered from it, and his old man had grafted it to himself, but he didn't know that people rely on clothes and horses to rely on saddles, and people would make people look three points higher when they reported their names, but they reported their names by seven points, and their self-esteem was cut off a lot.

"The Wudang Sect has been wiped out, and the Blue and White Gang has already withdrawn, how can you stay here alone?" asked Monk Huineng.

"Oh, I have a relative in Southstate, so I stayed for a few days. ”

Xiao Yao made up an excuse indiscriminately, and as for Qing Ji's matter, he could only hide it in his heart as a secret.

"You're wearing a very chic necklace, no wonder that person is so interested. ”

Monk Huineng looked at the necklace, and seemed to be curious in his words.

Xiao Yao was stunned, hurriedly tightened his collar, and didn't say anything.

"I'm worried that the two of them will make a comeback, so I might as well give you a ride. ”

Monk Huineng saw that Xiao Yao deliberately avoided it, so he didn't ask, and immediately changed the topic.

Hearing this, Xiao Yao was overjoyed and quickly thanked him, and having an extra Shaolin Temple powerhouse escort by his side saved a lot of trouble.

Walking all the way, Xiao Yao also learned from the mouth of the little monk Yaozhi that in addition to the head of Nanshaolin, there are two Zen masters, four firsts, eight deacons, and eighteen arhats, and Monk Huineng is one of the eighteen arhats, the 'Fuhu Arhat', and the strong man in the small star position in the Dawu period.

It was getting late, and the three of them found an abandoned land temple, cleaned it up briefly, and settled down.

After the meal, Xiao Yao wanted to rest early, but unexpectedly, the little monk Yaozhi was in high spirits and sat next to him chattering.

"I heard that the seventy-two peak masters of Wudang are all extraordinary, who do you say will be better compared to my master?" asked the little monk Yaozhi.

Xiao Yao's head was as big as a fight, and he didn't want to pay attention to it, but because of reason, he could only say with a smile: "The two major sects have their own strengths in martial arts, and they should be equal to each other." ”

"Mida Buddha, we saved your life, but you perfunctory me, it's really chilling. The little monk Yaozhi frowned and said unhappily.

"How is this perfunctory, is it already a conclusion in your heart?" Xiao Yao said.

"It's not easy, let's talk about it and know the answer. Yaozhi little monk said with a smile.

"Forget it, who wins or loses doesn't represent the two major factions at all. Xiao Yao said.

"It is rumored that Wudang Changquan is extremely strong and fierce, and Shaolin Luohan Fist is the same, so it's always okay to discuss with each other, right?" said the little monk Yaozhi.

Hearing this, Xiao Yao had the urge to try it in his heart, he had been training with a wooden stake since he practiced martial arts, and it could be said that he had no actual combat experience at all, and he finally met an opponent of equal strength, which was a rare opportunity.

"Master Huineng, what do you mean?"

Out of politeness, Xiao Yao opened his mouth to ask for Master Huineng's meaning.

"It's okay, just click on it. Monk Huineng sat cross-legged on the ground, opened his eyes slightly, and said.

After getting the agreement, Xiao Yao couldn't hide the excitement in his heart, and moved his body, his eyes flashing with surging battle intent.

The little monk Yaozhi naturally couldn't ask for it, twisted his neck, put his fists across his chest, and opened his posture.

"Are you ready?"

"Hmm"

"Watch the Fist"

After finishing speaking, Xiao Yao stepped on his left foot, stepped forward, and smashed it with his fist.

The little monk Yaozhi dodged on one side of his body, and then turned around and came behind Xiao Yao, and swung his fists up and down with the 'Arhat hitting the bell' move, and swung it out at the back of his head and heart.

Xiao Yao was secretly shocked, he didn't expect the little monk to be so agile, he didn't dare to be careless at the moment, squatted down quickly, and then struck back with a sweeping leg.

The little monk Yaozhi flew up and jumped to dodge the leg method, and then staggered his fists to perform the general rank lower martial arts: eighteen-style Arhat boxing.

"Papa~"

The two began to fight head-to-head, and both factions of boxing moves were known for their fierceness, and their fists were to the flesh, and they were obviously quite exquisitely practiced.

After more than a dozen rounds, Xiao Yao's moves began to become scattered, but the little monk Yaozhi became more and more vigorous.

On the side, Monk Huineng smiled and nodded, obviously very satisfied with the apprentice's excellent performance.

"Bang~"

"Smack~"

The little monk Yaozhi caught the flaw, punched straight on his right shoulder, and then flew up and kicked on the left rib, and Xiao Yao fell to the ground in an instant.

"Wudang Changquan is nothing more than that, you lose!"