"Little benefactor, how can you lie to people?"

I saw a great monk, coming slowly from the west, clasping his hands together, twisting his prayer beads slightly, and looking at Yang Fenglou with kind eyebrows, his eyes were peaceful.

This great monk was wearing the most ordinary gray cloth monk's robe, slightly shabby, but it was unusually clean, as if he had just finished washing and had not yet been worn on his body, if he did not look closely, he was just a wandering monk who was too clean.

However, Yang Fenglou and Jiang Zheng didn't dare to underestimate him.

The big monk seems to be walking slowly, but one step can cross the distance of about three zhang of the domain, it really seems to be slow and fast, the first time he heard the voice, the big monk is still in the distance, but after looking at him a few times, the big monk has come to the front of the two.

"Shrink the ground into inches!"

Yang Fenglou's eyes narrowed.

Shrinking the ground into inches is the top light martial arts method on the rivers and lakes, known as the "grandmaster body method", according to legend, only martial artists above the second grade can be successfully cultivated!

Obviously, Jiang Zheng also knew this statement, restrained his arrogance and viciousness, and turned back into the original long-sleeved and dancing deputy master, clasped his fists and bowed his hands, and asked respectfully: "May I ask the master, what is a slang?"

"Amitabha, speaking is naturally playing ......"

The great monk pronounced the Buddha's name, and after saying a word of nonsense, he said to Jiang Zheng: "This donor, you just inhale a little incense, and after a moment, the dizziness will be relieved, and there will be no other damage ......."

When Jiang Zheng heard this, he understood what was going on, and he didn't care about the great monk, so he turned his head and glared at Yang Fenglou angrily.

Yang Fenglou suddenly couldn't cry or laugh.

The three and two removed the disguise on their faces, and said to the great monk helplessly: "Great monk, you are taking revenge on you......"

This great monk is the "uncle" who entrusted the little cutie to Yang Fenglou, and was once lit up by Yang Fenglou.

Yang Fenglou never expected that when they met again, this great monk would directly set off his bluff.

When the great monk saw that it was Yang Fenglou, he was silent for a while, maintaining a posture of folding his hands, motionless, which was called a treasure solemn.

It's just that Yang Fenglou used the bright moonlight to clearly see a trace of redness, which flashed on the face of the goods.

"What is grace? What is sorrow? My Buddha once said that the four are empty, this grace is also empty, and the hatred is also empty, Yang Shizhu still doesn't want to be ...... face."

Yang Fenglou pursed his lips with disdain on his face.

"Okay, grace will take revenge is a secular saying, you have a virtuous monk, pay attention to a cycle of cause and effect, retribution is not happy, then I help you to have an epiphany is the 'cause', you lift my old bottom is the 'effect'? This doesn't make sense, right? Are you really here to 'retribution' me?"

The great monk Baoxiang solemnly forced his words.

"Then Master Yang can't lie to people?"

Yang Fenglou rolled his eyes, he really didn't want to deal with him.

The conversation between the great monk and Yang Fenglou, hearing Jiang Zheng's ears, was tantamount to thunder on dry land, it turned out that they knew each other, this great monk still owes favors? No wonder he came up and made trouble for a long time, this is not taking me seriously at all......

Jiang Zheng thought of this, and while the two were still discussing the question of "empty or not", he slowly retreated until he felt that the distance was almost over, and he turned around and ran.

But he didn't want to, just ran out three steps, and the great monk appeared in front of him.

Damn shrink to inches!

Jiang Zheng made an emergency stop and almost hit the big monk, a little crying without tears.

"Master, a certain family has no grievances with you in the past and no enmity in the near future, why are you blocking you from leaving?"

The great monk still folded his hands, and the treasure was solemn, "The poor monk has no cause and effect with the donor, but the Yang donor has cause and effect with the donor, and the poor monk has cause and effect with the Yang donor, so that the poor monk has cause and effect with the donor, this cause and effect, does the donor understand?"

Jiang Zheng was almost stunned by this 'cause' and 'effect', and after shaking his head, he asked directly: "Master, I don't understand the causal cycle, I only ask you one word, will you let me go?"

The great monk did not answer directly, but reported his Dharma name.

"Poor monk, resentful!"

Yang Fenglou was behind, as soon as he heard this name, he was so happy that he almost lost his breath, good name, rush this name, you can't let him go!

Jiang Zheng was also angry from his heart, and pulled out his long sword with a "brush", pointing directly at the resentful monk.

"Great monk, I salute you, you are a 'master', if you don't respect you, you are a bald donkey! What about the second grade little grandmaster!? What can you do if you shrink the ground into inches? I don't believe it, you dare to violate the Buddhist killing precept!"

"I advise you to get out of the way, otherwise, I know you, and the long sword in my hand doesn't know you!"

Seeing this, the monk straightened his waist and back, his face was proud, and the momentum of the whole person changed, as if the mountains were out of the plain, and they were really majestic!

When Yang Fenglou saw it, he couldn't help but admire, sure enough, a high monk, this bearing is definitely at the level of a grandmaster!

Then, he straightened his ears and listened to the rhetoric of the monk.

Outcome......

"Amitabha! You can't kill me!"

Yang Fenglou: "......"

At this time, shouldn't you say something like "I'll give you ten moves, if you can get my monk's robe" and so on?

What do you mean by "you can't kill me"?

Jiang Zheng was also stunned for a moment and sneered.

"Hmph, I don't believe it, there are people who can't be killed!"

After speaking, he didn't say much, raised his long sword, and slashed at the head of the resentful monk.

Unexpectedly, the resentful monk didn't dodge or dodge, recited the Buddha's name, and lowered his head, just waiting for the long sword to come to the top.

Yang Fenglou was shocked.

Jiang Zheng was overjoyed.

only heard the sound of "dang", and the long sword slashed on the top of the head of the resentful monk, and there was a sound of gold and iron clashing!

After looking at the grievances again, there is nothing wrong!

Only a white line appeared above his head, and in a moment, it had disappeared.

"King Kong is not bad!?"

Jiang Zheng was shocked!

Buddhism King Kong is not bad, it is the symbol of a dignified master of the rivers and lakes!

Could it be that this resentful monk has already become a first-class grandmaster!?

I shook my head only when I saw resentment.

"Amitabha, the monks don't speak, this is an iron head work. ”

Hearing this, Jiang Zheng breathed a sigh of relief.

Since he is not King Kong is not bad, he is not a first-grade grandmaster, even if he is a second-grade grandmaster, he can fight.

The long sword swept and slashed at the monk's shoulder.

The monk still does not hide.

"When ......"

This time, Jiang Zheng didn't need to ask, and the monk himself said: "This is a golden bell cover iron cloth shirt." ”

Jiang Zheng was speechless for a while, what kind of kung fu did this great monk practice? He couldn't beat at all! No wonder he couldn't kill him!

However, it doesn't matter, the golden bell cover iron cloth shirt has a cover door, as long as he finds it, he can break his magic skills.

Jiang Zheng shouted, the long sword stabbed sharply, and the sound of "Dangdang ......" was endless.

Finally, with his years of experience in the rivers and lakes, he found the cover door of the resentful monk!

Heart!

The long sword stabbed directly, and the internal force of the Sanpin Martial Fu all exploded!

only heard the sound of "be a ......", Jiang Zheng's long sword resisted the heart of the resentful monk, and he tried his best, but he couldn't advance an inch!

He smiled embarrassedly.

"Amitabha, this is Vajra is not bad......"

Jiang Zheng: "......"

Yang Fenglou: "......"