Chapter 159, Zen Taoism (7)

After that Feng Baqi woke up, he saw Yu Xiaoyu in front of him, and hurriedly hid his true body and turned into a human form, and he couldn't care about the bag on his head, crying with a sad face, and said to the little ancestor who resisted the axe:

"Brother Xiaoyu, seeing that they are all a family, why do you have such a heavy hand?"

When Na Yu Xiaoyu heard the family, he hurriedly smiled and helped Feng Baqi down. When the two arrived offstage, they returned to Yang Qi and the others, Feng Jiulang hurriedly stepped forward and grabbed Xiaoyu's hand and said with a smile:

"Isn't this Xiaoyu's brother-in-law, with you by Erni's side, my brother will be relieved!"

When Xiaoyu heard her brother-in-law, her heart suddenly burst into joy, and she even said Uncle, please rest assured, my mountain axe is not a vegetarian. He resisted the axe and stood beside Erni, majestic. That Erni had already touched her tears, and said with a straight face:

"Vulgar!"

Xiao Yu immediately put away the mountain axe, took out a book of poetry, and shook his head and read:

"My Fair Lady, Gentleman ......"

Suddenly, there was a "pop" clapping sound, but it was the Holy Child King who was combing a small bun and came over. He smiled and said to Xiao Yu:

"Brother Xiaoyu is so powerful on stage, my red boy wants to be friends with you. ”

These two dolls look somewhat similar, and they are also very close to each other when they meet, so they immediately recognize their brothers, Xiaoyu as a brother, and Red Boy as a brother. After greeting Yu Xiaoyu, the red boy smiled and said:

"Why don't I also go on stage and pick two people to have a good time, so that you can see how my brother and my methods are. Brother Xiaoyu, who do you think is the best choice?"

Xiao Yu still remembered the monk who laughed at him, so he said, choose two monks. If they want to beat, they cry and call their mother!

The Holy Child King, Red Child, stamped his feet and rode the flame to the boulder ring. Reach out and shake it. With the spear in his hand, he pointed at several Buddhist disciples with the tip of the spear. Loud Voice:

"My lord, I have already heard the story of the thirteen stick monks of Shaolin Temple who saved the Tang King, and I will come to meet the Shaolin monks today!

This Shaolin Temple is not an ordinary Buddhist sect, but is the Northern Wei Dynasty Taihe 19 years (495 years), Tianzhu monk Batuo built, the Northern Wei Dynasty Xiaoming Emperor Xiaochang three years (527 years), Shakyamuni Buddha 28th generation disciple Bodhidharma came to Shaolin Temple, he faced the wall in the Dharma Cave on the top of the mountain for ten years, Buddhism is more profound, and the creation of Zen into the martial arts. The "martial arts Zen method" of practicing martial arts and Zen is why there is a saying that the world's martial arts are Shaolin.

The Shaolin monks and soldiers participating in this competition are all apprentices of the general monk Tanzong, who are monk Feng and lay disciple Jueyuan. The monk Manfeng was among the thirteen stick monks, and when he heard the Holy Child King point out to challenge Shaolin, he took a few steps forward, folded his hands and saluted Master Tanzong. The master nodded, and the two eminent monks held Zen sticks in their hands, tiptoeing to the ground. Jumped into the boulder ring.

The monk Feng said in unison:

"Shaolin monk Feng Seng is full here, please teach the little benefactor. Who do you want to fight with?"

The monk was tall and thin, the monk was short and fat, and the Holy Child King laughed and said:

"The names of the two masters are also interesting. Isn't the monk plump just a monk fat? Then I'll ask the fat master monk for advice first!"

The fat monk touched his head, laughed, and said You are a king. I know how to pick fat and thin, and my feelings are the king of the mountain.

The thin monk monk Feng stepped aside. Get out of the way. The Holy Child King and the monk man bowed to each other, and they fought together.

The so-called one inch is long and one inch strong. Although the Holy Child King Red Boy is not big, he has more than eight fire-tipped spears in his hand, and when he shook his hand, he saw countless spears and flowers like pythons coming out of the hole, and heading towards the fat monk and monk.

The monk was not in a hurry, and waited until the spear flower was close to the body, and then he shouted "open", and the Zen stick was lifted up, and the fire-tipped spear was opened.

Unexpectedly, the Holy Infant King sent the tip of the spear back, and then turned around and slashed it, the tail of the spear was like a stick, and swept towards the fat monk and monk. His trick "python sweeping the tail" is like flowing clouds and water, and it is natural, but it is impossible to prevent it.

If the monk jumps in the air to dodge the tail of the gun, the Holy Child King Fire-tipped Spear just turns the head of the gun to attack at will, so this move "python sweeps the tail" can't dodge!

I only heard the monk shouting:

"Iron Shirt!"

I saw that he was covered in clothes and had no wind to puff himself, and the tail of the Holy Child King's spear swept on the leg of the monk Manman, as if it had been hit on leather, and it had already been turned into force.

The king red boy secretly admired in his heart, he had a thousand powers with a sweep of the eight fire-pointed spears, but he was followed by this fat monk, which shows that Shaolin Kung Fu Zen has some doorways.

It was too late to say that it was too late, and although the Holy Child King thought about these things in his heart, he did not stop in his hands. He took advantage of the strength of the rebound on the monk's leg to turn the head of the spear, and stabbed it again.

Although Seng Man used the "iron cloth shirt" to withstand the tail of the gun, he also felt a little soreness in his legs, but he didn't expect that this Holy Infant King was not very old, and his hand strength was not small. When he saw that the tip of the spear had pierced again, and he couldn't dodge it, he held a stick in one hand and stretched out two fingers in the other, and shouted:

"Two-finger Zen!"

The Holy Child King's fire-tipped spear was tightly clamped between his index finger and middle finger, and he couldn't advance or retreat. The king shouted hello, but he abandoned the gun and walked closer, and the monk was stunned, why didn't this holy child king have any weapons?

The king stretched out his hand and scratched his waist under his armpit, and the fat monk felt itchy all over his body, giggled, and the Zen work was gone. The king hooked the fat monk and pushed it with his feet, and he fell to the ground.

Seng Man got up and put his arms around his waist, crying and laughing, and said:

"Why are you still tickling, my lord?"

The red boy laughed:

"Fat master, as soon as you shouted 'two-finger Zen', my whole body was itchy and my flesh was jumping, and my hands were itchy. You're defeated, so stand aside and watch me fight the fake plump master for three hundred rounds!"

The thin monk monk Feng was extremely depressed, how could he become a fake plump master? It's just that he didn't think so much about the enemy, and when he heard the Holy Child King call him, he stepped forward and saluted with a stick, and said:

"Shaolin monk Monk Feng is here, please teach the little benefactor. ”

The Holy Infant King is a big ghost, he sees that this monk Feng is tall and thin, and he must be more flexible, if it is compared to guns and sticks, he is afraid that it will be difficult to distinguish between them. He didn't pick up the fire-tipped spear that was thrown on the ground by the monk, and said with a smile:

"Master Thin, you are so tall, you must have a lot of strength. Why don't we compare our strength?"

The thin monk Seng Feng was a little puzzled, he was not good at strength. And he spoke,

"Little donor, I don't have much strength as a monk. ”

The Holy Child King was secretly happy in his heart, but his face became more and more humble, and he said:

"Master Thin, you are too modest, I think it is better than strength, and it is inevitable that there will be some damage compared to that knife and gun. ”

The thin master Seng Feng felt that this red boy had some truth, so he asked, how can you compare? The Holy Child King walked up to the thin monk Seng Feng and said I can lift you, so he grabbed Seng Feng's legs and feet and lifted them up, and Seng Feng smiled and said:

"What's so strange about that?"

The little slippery red boy smiled wickedly and said:

"I can still throw you far away!"

He threw it hard, and the monk Feng flew far away like a cloud and fell under the boulder. He only then realized that he was the king of the Holy Child, his face was flushed with anger, and he kept the precepts and could not vent, so he had to recite the Buddha's horn aloud:

"It's often a horn, but today it's a horn. Oh lak, oh hoo woo. ”

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PS: Red Boy advances to the second round of the Zen Tao Society