Dozens of people came to the front of the small monastery, saw that the courtyard door was closed, and shouted, "Open the door, open the door!"

Xingdian's face muscles moved a few times, grabbed the golden pestle in his hand, and stood behind the door. Lei Feng walked to the window, looked out, and found that the people from the Heaven and Earth Society and Mu Wangfu were gone, leaving only the lama and the last group of people to come. Thinking about it, the Heaven and Earth Society and Mu Wangfu have been killed by them.

Qingliang Temple abbot Chengguang blocked in front of the door and said: "This is a senior monk of this temple sitting in the pass, it has been seven years, and everyone must not break his Qing Xiu." ”

In the last group of people to come, an old monk said, "This is an outsider entering the house, not a monk who is sitting in the gate and opening it on his own for the sake of living, what does it matter?"

A tall lama shouted, "Why don't you open the door, it's probably here!"

Chengguang's figure swayed slightly, already blocking in front of him. The lama couldn't regain his momentum, kicked out with his right foot, and cleared his lower abdomen, and with a click, the lama's leg was broken and fell backwards. Bayan Wawa led by the lama screamed, stretched out his left hand, and fished back with his right hand, all of which became chicken feet and grabbed Chengguang. Chengguang blocked the door, snorted with two palms, and forced Bayan away.

A literati in his thirties, dressed in a green cloth shirt, said: "Good 'Pranya palm'!" The index finger of his left hand pointed out, and a strong wind stabbed towards the door of Chengguang, Chengguang dodged to the left, and with a bang, the strong wind hit the wooden door. Chengguang opened his palm, concentrating on the battle.

Bayan and the literati attacked from the left and right. Chengguang's tricks are very slow, and he shoots out palm by palm, which seems to have little power, but the wind is faint, and it is obviously quite powerful. Bayan and several of Huangfu Pavilion's subordinates shouted and cheered for the two. Bayan attacked several times, but Chengguang's palm force was forced back.

Bayan became anxious, quickly attacked, and suddenly snorted, his left hand was raised, and dozens of white whiskers fell, but he grabbed Chengguang's beard, but he received a palm on his right shoulder, and he didn't feel anything at first, but gradually his right arm became heavier and heavier, and his right hand was difficult to improve. He roared violently, dodged to the side, and the four lamas rushed towards Chengguang with steel knives in hand.

Cheng Guangfei kicked the two of them over, slapped out his left palm, and imprinted it on the chest of the third lama. The lama shouted "ah" and jumped upward. At this moment, the steel knife of the fourth lama was also slashed. Chengguang's sleeves were lifted and rolled up to his wrists. Shuangjian Bayan put his hands up and down, and pounced. Chengguang avoided to the right, suddenly felt a strong wind hitting his body, and secretly shouted: "Not good!" slapped out with a palm, but felt a strange pain in his right cheek, and he had been poked by the Huangfu Pavilion. Although this palm hit the literati's lower arm, it failed to break his arm bone.

Seeing that the abbot was trapped, the monks of Qingliang Temple picked up sticks and fire forks and came up to help in the battle. But these monks don't know martial arts, and they will be beaten to the point of bleeding in the first moment. Chengguang shouted, "Don't do it!"

Bayan roared angrily: "Let's let go and kill people!" The lamas were even more merciless, and in an instant, four monks from Qingliang Temple were cut off and their heads were in different places. When the rest of the monks saw the enemy murderous, they all stood far away and shouted, not daring to come.

Cheng Guang was slightly distracted, and he was hit by the literati's finger, which pierced him in the right chest. The literati smiled: "The Shaolin sect's Prajna palm is nothing more than that. Won't the great monk surrender?" Chengguang said: "Amitabha, the donor's karma is not small. ”

Suddenly, two lamas rolled on the ground with their knives and cut off his feet. Chengguang kicked out, a sharp pain in his chest, his eyes were black, this kick couldn't be kicked halfway, and his left palm was wiped down in a daze, just on the top of the heads of the two lamas, and the two fainted. Bayan scolded: "Dead bald donkey!" His hands stiffened, and ten fingers grabbed Chengguang's left leg. Chengguang couldn't hold it anymore and fell to the ground. The literati counted their fingers one after another and pointed at Chengguang's acupoints.

Bayan laughed, kicked his right foot at the wooden door, and with a click, the door flew straight in. Bayan smiled: "Come out quickly, let everyone see what it looks like." ”

The monk's room was dark and silent.

Bayan said: "Pull people out for me." The two lamas agreed in unison and rushed in.

Suddenly, there was a flash of golden light at the door, and a golden pestle stretched out from the monk's room, and the waves hit the heads of the two lamas with two sounds, and the golden pestle immediately retracted, and the two lamas did not say a word, their brains burst out, and they died at the door.

The literati shouted, "Go up to the house, remove the tiles and hit them down." ”

Lei Feng and Xingdian rushed out first to guard the front of the room. Lei Feng thought to himself, fuck, the monks of Shaolin Temple haven't shown up yet, these are all masters. The orange light, one of the eighteen Arhats of Shaolin, is here, I don't believe you are not ambushed around, otherwise how could it be in time for Namo in the original book!

At this moment, more than a dozen lamas rushed towards Lei Feng and Xing. The monk waved the golden pestle, Lei Feng danced the ghosts and gods, the lama suffered many casualties, the literati reached to his waist with his left hand, untied a soft whip, and Bayan took the blade from the hands of his lamas, which was a pair of short iron hammers. The two attacked from the left and right. The soft whip of the literati attacked the monk, and Lei Feng raised the ghost halberd to block Bayan's hammer. The literati's soft whip trembled, the tip of the whip rolled horizontally, and with a brush, it smacked the reckless monk's neck. The monk shouted. The ghost halberd and the double hammer were blocked, and with a loud bang, Lei Feng and Bayan's arms were numb at the same time, and the weapons were taken off at the same time. Everyone saw that Lei Feng and the monk were just very powerful, but their martial arts were mediocre.

All the lamas attacked together. When Lei Feng was about to escape, seventeen monks flew out from behind the house, and Lei Feng let go when he saw these seventeen. These seventeen monks' martial arts, if they are all similar to Chengguang, no matter how many enemies there are, they are not afraid.

The lamas shouted noisily, but no one dared to rush to the door. After a while, an old voice said loudly: "Does Shaolin Temple insist on taking the lead for Qingliang Temple and taking the matter on its own?" After a while, the old man outside said: "Okay, today I sold the face of the eighteen Arhats of Shaolin Temple, let's go!" The whistling sound outside came and went, and everyone retreated.

Lei Feng walked in front of the idiot and said: "Great monk, with the protection of the eighteen Arhats of Shaolin Temple, your great monk is sure of Mount Tai." I'm going back now, do you have any instructions from the old man?"

The idiot opened his eyes, smiled slightly, and said, "Thank you for your hard work." Go back and tell your master that you want the world to be peaceful, and you must remember the words 'never give more'. ”

Lei Feng responded: "Yes!"

The idiot reached into his arms, took out a small package, and said, "This scripture is to be handed over to your master." Tell him: The world must go its own way, and you can't force it. It is best to benefit the common people in the Central Plains. If all the people of the world want us to go, then we will go back to where we came from. As he spoke, he patted the bag lightly. Lei Feng stretched out his hands to take it. Turn around and go.