Lei Kunlun had a fierce temperament, and when he saw the middle-aged monk smashing the bowl, he shouted for a while: "You evil monk, you still can't do it! The precepts are clear, and in the end it's all bullshit?"

The middle-aged monk's eyes swept over the many people, his expression softened a little, his hands were folded, and he said guiltily at the spilled porridge: "Sins and sins, this half bowl of clear porridge, I don't know how much sweat and hard work of the peasants have been condensed, but it has been so ruined by the poor monks." I hope that the Buddha will forgive, and the disciples will know their mistakes. ”

The old beggar immediately shouted: "Where can I blame the master, it's all because this guy doesn't know what to do, so he is angry with the master." ”

As soon as this remark came out, many people who got porridge nodded in agreement, even if it was nothing else, even if it was possible to add a few more grains of rice to the porridge next time, it was excellent.

The middle-aged monk shook his head and sighed: "No wonder others, my poor monk's cultivation is not yet at home, if the abbot is here, he will be able to stop his heart and not be shocked." ”

The woman and her two children had already moved out of the way, and now it was Lei Kunlun who was standing in front of the table, he was burly, and he only stood there, and the people behind him could not see anything.

The middle-aged monk immediately waved his hand and said, "Why don't you leave, what are you doing here?" You are stupid and ignorant, insulting the morality of my Yunzhong Temple, and I don't care about you, but this porridge will not be given to you. ”

Lei Kunlun sneered: "What a monk, it is righteous and awe-inspiring, and others can't see it, but I can clearly see that your neck is red, your meridians are bulging, your anger is running through, and the corners of your eyes and mouth are trembling like a sieve, so you pretend to be calm at this time!"

His voice gradually became stronger: "You keep saying that you will stop this matter, no longer care, and refuse to give me porridge, you are not still angry!"

The middle-aged monk suddenly said without being salty: "The donor's words are wrong, you look at the people behind you, which one is not thin and weak, with a yellow face and thin muscles, on the other hand, the donor, you are tall and mighty, where is it like a poor person who can't afford to eat, how can you be embarrassed to fight with the poor for this porridge to eat? The poor monk is helping you." ”

Lei Kunlun was so angry for a while that he almost smashed the broken bowl in his hand, but fortunately, he remembered that the woman had lent it to him temporarily, so he hurriedly picked it up carefully.

He never tired of thieves and didn't hate bandits in his life, but he didn't look down on such hypocrites who were inconsistent and pretended to be dogs, and his coy posture was really disgusting.

When the woman saw that he looked strange, she went to him and pulled him, but she could not hold him. Lei Kunlun shoved the broken bowl back into the woman's hand and pushed her away, acting rudely, causing the two children to glare at him angrily. The reason why he did this was actually to dissociate himself from the relationship, and he did not want to cause trouble to the woman because of his recklessness.

He was angry, patted his ass and turned his head away, telling how people would live in the future?

Yes, he shouted in a low voice: "You and I are not familiar with each other, we just meet in Pingshui, so don't be nosy!"

After cheering, he leaned forward, scooped the porridge monk was shocked, and said hurriedly: "What are you doing!"

He didn't wait for an answer, but was grabbed by the throat by the other party, thrown backwards, and smashed on the steps a few feet away, wailing.

Lei Kunlun lifted the gruel back, directly picked up the bowl on the table and reached into the bucket to fish, scooped up more than a dozen bowls in a row, and stuffed it towards a few very poor people, and the woman naturally did not fall.

He didn't say good things, but he was vicious, and he raised his eyebrows and said, "Give me a drink! Not a grain of rice is allowed to be left!"

This posture, as if the other party was going to come up and beat someone if he didn't drink, the person who was so shocked that he was stuffed with porridge hurriedly poured it down, and the woman alone whispered a thank you, and Lei Kunlun ignored her.

The middle-aged monk was a little stunned, and waited until Lei Kunlun came back to his senses after doing this, pointed at Lei Kunlun, his body trembled with anger, and his speech was out of proportion: "You are a thief, you dare to disturb the order of the soup soup in my Yunzhong Temple, and see that a certain person will kill you!"

Lei Kunlun couldn't help laughing out loud: "The monks are merciful, when you feed the tiger with your body, cut the meat and feed the eagle, how did you expect that you could spit out such a fierce word as 'killing' in your mouth, you evil monk, what else do you have to say!"

The middle-aged monk's face was ugly, and he hurriedly remedied: "We are doing good deeds and accumulating virtues, but we are only following the will of the Buddha, and your actions are a great disrespect to the Buddha and the Buddha! Such a wicked person should go to the eighteenth layer of hell!"

"However, my Buddha is merciful, the sea of suffering is boundless, turning back is the shore, you must not be obsessed with it again, and the poor monk forgives you for your offense. ”

At the moment, there was a lot of discussion around, pointing at Lei Kunlun, verbally abusive, and not daring to say it out loud, so as not to cause unwarranted disasters.

Leng Xiao was walking leisurely, waiting for Lei Kunlun to come back, walking carelessly, and suddenly heard a noisy sound, a turbulent sound, and Lei Kunlun's urn roared very clearly.

"Thief, I'd like to see how long you can endure it!"

He walked over quickly, and saw Lei Kunlun slapping the table in half with one palm, and pressed the shoulders of the middle-aged monk with both hands.

The anger in the eyes of the middle-aged monk and the pretended indifference and calmness immediately turned into fear, and he struggled a few times with enough strength, but he couldn't move at all!

"Donor, let it go...... Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot, you, you don't want to hurt me!" he shouted, and even his confidence was gone.

As for the monk who scooped porridge, he was still angry in his heart, but when he saw this, he simply lay on the ground and pretended to be dead, secretly glad that he only fell, not as miserable as the middle-aged monk.

It is said that the heart and the eye figure it out, the eye is the door of the heart, where do these two monks know what profound hiding and acting, the violence under the eyes is exposed in an instant, and Leng Xiao just watched and did not stop it.

Lei Kunlun lifted and put it down with both hands, and directly threw the middle-aged monk up a few zhang high, slammed it on a white wall, and broke a few bones.

The screams alarmed the monks in the temple, and the two little monks came out together to take a look, looking shocked, and did not care about the life or death of the two monks outside, but quickly shrank back and hurriedly went.

After a while, the footsteps gradually approached and became denser, and a circle of monks surrounded Lei Kunlun tightly with a whistle stick in their hands, and the abbot said in a deep voice: "Who is Your Excellency, why are you making trouble in my Yunzhong Temple and hurting the monks in my temple?"

Lei Kunlun laughed: "Look at these two thieves bald, so that they can teach a lesson, old thief bald, are you not convinced?"

He glanced at these monks with whistle sticks, and said, "I have only heard of the Five Elements Array, the Bagua Array, the Seven Star Array, the Eighteen Bronze Man Array, and the Eighteen Arhat Array.

The beggars and poor people who received the porridge had already dispersed when they saw this, and they didn't dare to look at it anymore, for fear of getting into trouble, anyway, the porridge was gone, and there was no point in staying.

Seeing that, more than a dozen monks of different statures and heights crossed the whistle stick in their hands and shouted loudly, and the momentum was also full.