"Who, who?"

Yan Wen was the first to react, snapped and closed the folding fan, didn't care about teasing Bai Suzhen and Xiaoqing, and hurriedly turned around and went back to help the injured Yan Wu.

"Brother, are you alright?"

"It's okay, it's just that it hurts!" Yan Wu rubbed his thighs with one hand and held the big knife with the other, baring his teeth and grinning, looking pained.

"Who did it, the acquaintance stood up obediently, Lao Tzu is not easy to provoke. Yan Wenqi blushed and glanced around fiercely, the threat was unmistakable. Maybe the pain was a little less, Yan Wu bent one leg and supported his body with one leg, cooperating with his eldest brother Yan Wen, he raised the big knife in his hand with his backhand and waved it a few times.

Yan Wen and Yan Wu knew a few tricks and three-legged cat kung fu, how could they find out who did it. Sikong Zhan looked at the two people who obviously couldn't figure out the situation, there was not much emotional fluctuation, maybe because of the difference in status and status, he couldn't have the slightest funny mind, just like how an elephant would pay attention to the ants on the ground.

Unlike these two people who are full of flies, what kind of martial arts realm Sikong Zhan has, he has already noticed it when the Kuqing monk makes his move, and he can't help but secretly praise in his heart: "This monk who doesn't know where he came from has a chivalrous heart." Thinking to himself, he looked around with interest at the monk's position.

The people on Sikong Zhan's side, except for a few second-generation martial arts masters who have passed the Quanzhen Sect, are inferior to each other, and they can't find clues, needless to say, the old naughty boy, Bai Suzhen and Xiaoqing are even more amazing, and the two of them are not mortals at all. With Sikong Zhan's gaze, Zhou Botong and the others also set their eyes on Ku Zhen and Ku Qing.

The inn is such a big place, the actions of Sikong Zhan and a few people, Yan Wen and Yan Wu brothers are not stupid, how could they not notice it, they Huo Di turned his head and looked at it, his eyes showed a fierce light.

"Okay, it's you thieves, looking for a fight!" Yan Wen laughed. As he spoke, he threw his fist at one of the young Shaolin disciples. Yan Wu followed Yan Wen, holding a big knife in his hand, looking at the posture, he was about to slash the monks in front of him.

Speaking of it, it was a blink of an eye, and the Shaolin disciples who went out to practice didn't have time to react, and two ruffians and hooligans came at them, which was simply ...... Outrageous. is also a monk, not looking for a Taoist priest over there, why do you just look for our monk's bad luck. Could it be that when you go out, the monk can't be bullied?

"Presumptuous!"

"Daring fanatic!"

Goods are afraid of goods, and people are afraid of people. With contrast, the effect of the contrast is often increased exponentially. Although the young monks practiced Buddhism in the temple when they were young, after all, they had nothing to do with the profound monks and virtues of Buddhism, and they were strong in blood and strength, and they could bear it when they heard others insulting their own families, and slapped the table. Suddenly got up, and was about to teach the two ignorant hooligans a lesson, when he heard a Buddha horn in his ear.

"Amitabha!"

Kuqing recited the Buddha's name to stop the disciples who wanted to fight in vain. He is not a foolish monk who intends to calm things down and let others beat and scold him. Although the Buddha is compassionate, he also has a golden light and angry eyes, and this little thing can only be a warning to the other party.

This time, he recited the words "Amitabha". is different from the past, but uses the lion's roar to deter Yan Wen and Yan Wu.

Because Kuqing's lion's roar was only against the two Yan Wen brothers. Therefore, a few Shaolin disciples did not notice it, and only treated it as usual. Yan Wen and Yan Wu were frightened, only to feel a sudden whistling in their ears, and they couldn't help but be scared in their hearts, and they felt a creepy feeling.

The two of them were immediately shocked, dizzy and deaf, their legs and feet were weak, and they sat down on the ground softly, and the folding fan and the big knife were thrown to the ground weakly.

The sudden change shocked Tan Chuduan, Hao Datong, Sun Buer, and the four Shaolin disciples who didn't know why.

"Uncle Shi!" Zhenru of the real character generation was a little confused, and couldn't help but look at Kuqing suspiciously.

At this time, Ku Qing was still sitting upright on the chair, just looking at the Yan family brothers who were paralyzed on the ground calmly.

"Ah, uncle, your chopsticks. Another Zhenyi monk realized that he only had one chopstick in front of his master at some point, and then suddenly understood that it was his uncle who punished him before.

True one was born one by one, Zhenru, Zhending, and Zhenhui realized it later, so it was so, the simple Zhenhui blushed unconsciously, and their reaction was too slow, it really shouldn't be.

No one cares about the shame of the young monk, and besides, at this time, a rookie with a foundation can find the shot of a first-class master, which is a strange thing, and it is worth studying and studying.

"You four stand down," Kuqing glanced at the four nephews and shook their heads slightly. The four monks obediently bowed their heads and withdrew their hands as they said, restoring the temperament that monks should have.

Tan Chuduan, Hao Datong, and Sun Buer finally understood that the monk opposite was an amazing little Zhou Tian master. What happened just now must have been done by the monk, looking at the appearance of the two people on the ground, as if they were frightened, and their bodies were still shaking uneasily.

It's just that the three of them are strange, what kind of means the monk used, which is actually weird. The monk next to him, who didn't say a word from beginning to end, had an extraordinary bearing, and his realm was definitely not bad.

"Where did the master come from, and which force did he belong to? The forces outside the party, the Central Plains dress, the Zen sect, is it Lingguang Temple, Sizu Temple, or Dongshan Temple, or ......" Tan Chuduan ruled them out one by one in his heart, always confused and clueless.

Tan Chuduan and the three of them were shocked, Yan Wen and Yan Wu were simply stunned, and they summoned up their spare strength to bow down to the Kuqing monk, crying and begging for mercy.

"The master spares his life. ”

"The little one has eyes and doesn't know Mount Tai, and he collided with the master, and the master forgives his sins. ”

"Spare your life, the little one won't dare anymore. ”

"Master, we will definitely change our ways and become new people in the future.

......

The two of them were stupid by the monk, they kowtowed straight with a bang, and said words of forgiveness one after another in their mouths, their martial arts are not good, after all, they have a little knowledge, and they know that they kicked the iron plate today, and they are busy kowtowing to admit their mistakes.

"Sow the cause of today, reap the fruit of other days, the two donors remember what they said, so that they can do it for themselves, Amitabha. "Kuqing uses it to order them.

"Master is merciful and compassionate, and we must remember that we will definitely change our ways in the future. ”

Yan Wen and Yan Wu didn't hear too much, they only knew what Kuqing meant to let them go, and couldn't help but be overjoyed, kowtowed three times in a row, didn't care about wiping the blood off their foreheads, and only hated their parents for giving them two legs less, and ran out of the inn with a rolling belt, and walked away.

Sikong Zhan is not a god. I can't guess the origin of Monk Kuqing and the others, the sound of "Amitabha", he feels that it contains a trace of internal force, so it caused the two gangsters to become like that. But it is impossible to judge the number of people's martial arts, and Xiao Zhoutian's master is full of luck, which has a similar effect on ordinary people, and there is no way to start.

However, I don't know if you can still ask, Sikong Zhan is still happy to make friends sometimes, especially those who are pure-minded. Even if you don't mention it. Others take action to help themselves out, don't you thank you well, don't you don't know how to be polite.

"Thank you, Master, for your righteous action. Sikong Zhan stood up and said to Ku Qing from afar.

Uncle Shi thanked him, how could the three of Tan Chuduan be indifferent, they got up and thanked each other, and returned the salute bitterly, seeing the respectful attitude of the three of them towards Sikong Zhan, how could he not understand. The Taoist priest in front of him didn't need his help at all.

"The donor's martial arts are unfathomable, and the poor monk Meng Lang is gone. Ku Qing said to Sikong Zhan, he really couldn't imagine that he had just set foot in the rivers and lakes. ran into a character who made him unable to see the depths, it was really a mysterious and unpredictable rivers and lakes,

"When the master saw that the road was uneven, he drew his sword to help. Poor Dao can only admire. "Sikong Zhan has a good impression of Kuqing.

One side is back in the rivers and lakes, and the other party has the intention of making friends with the world's masters, and the other side has long had the intention of making friends. In this way, the two parties sat down together, exposing each other's homes, and they were all surprised. When the Shaolin side went out, they encountered the Quanzhen Sect who forced them to go out of the mountain, and the Quanzhen Sect was even more surprised that the Shaolin Temple really reopened the mountain gate and officially stepped into this already lively enough rivers and lakes.

"We are really fate!" Sikong Zhan almost shook hands with Kuqing, and said in his heart: "Shaolin Temple has come out, and the rivers and lakes are a little like rivers and lakes." ”

Ku Qing was speechless, in fact, there was indeed fate, but his heart was more complicated and difficult to understand.

"Is the lion's roar, one of the seventy-two stunts of Shaolin, the master just now?" Sikong Zhan is a relatively straightforward person, thinking of Shaolin's famous music exercises, he can't wait to confirm the guess in his heart.

Although Ku Qing felt strange, he still nodded and said, "Yes, the poor monk uses the lion's roar skill." ”

"It's really admirable that the master will be able to do this stunt. Sikong Zhan really lacks a sound gong method, and he makes no secret of his envy for Kuqing.

The lion's roar is one of the rare and strange skills of the Shaolin Temple, this skill is the human body's dantian internal qi outward, the sound of exhalation, after the success of the enemy, the power of the roar, then it is like the thunder and thunder out of several miles, even dozens of miles away, so that the enemy's liver and gallbladder are violent, frightened, creepy, often a long howl even if the opponent is defeated without a fight.

This exercise originates from, the original metaphor of the Buddha is like a lion's roar, there is an incredible power that shocks people's hearts, and then it has become a stunt to defeat the enemy, and it has been passed down to this day, and few people in the world today have peeped at its three flavors.

Ku Qing was ashamed and said: "The Sikong donor has several unique knowledge, and he knows the magic of the immortal family, and the poor monk can't compare." "Compared to the Sikong Zhan of the Quanzhen Sect, the Lion's Roar Gong is indeed dwarfed.

Sikong Zhan shook his head and smiled: "What kind of immortal spells, the poor Dao is just a chance to get a few different arts, Shaolin seventy-two stunts, the poor Dao has long admired the great name, not to mention that the lion's roar is a miracle in the world, as well as the dragon gripper, the flower finger, the strong vajra finger, the great vedic pestle, the Dora leaf finger, the Donkey Kong palm, the Prajna palm, the Maha finger, the great wisdom of the indefinite finger, the troubled finger, the silence grasp, the Indra grasp, the dragon hand, 、......"

Maybe the Shaolin plot is troublesome, he even wants to break his fingers and read out the Shaolin seventy-two stunts one by one, but unfortunately he can't remember everything, he can't continue, so he simply waved his hand and said: "There is also the Yijin Sutra, for this peerless exercise that is as famous as the Quanzhen Sect's innate skills, the poor road is even more heartbroken, you ......"

The three of Tan Chuduan had the urge to bow their heads and cover their faces, and here they were, based on their previous experience, they knew that Uncle Shi was—in his own words, he was excited, or climaxed.

Although they don't understand the specific meaning very well, they know that it is best not to disturb in this situation, otherwise Uncle Shi will be unhappy, Uncle Shi is not happy, they will have to suffer, anyway, they are used to it, Uncle Shi always has so many times in a month.

Among the people, except for the three of Tan Chuduan, the only two monks who felt uncomfortable were Ku Qing and Ku Zhen, and they wondered why the number one master in the world was a little abnormal. The four true characters were worshipful, and the great masters all praised their own sects, each with a red face, holding their heads high, seeing Sikong Zhan's different customs, they sighed that this is a high degree of popularity.

In the end, Sikong Zhan finally realized that he was too involved, so he stopped his mouth, coughed dryly, and communicated normally. (To be continued.) )