The confrontation lasted for a long time, and everyone was sweating in the palms of their hands, ready to make violent attacks or respond to violent attacks at any time.

"What if I say no!" Zhu Cizhao finally couldn't bear it any longer. He stared at Nan with cold eyes and said with an inward look, "Who are you? Why should I listen to your reasoning... Damn bald donkey, I

I advise you not to meddle indiscriminately. I have so many people here, but you only have one pair of fists. If you really anger this princess, the place where you bleed next time will not be your hands..."

Shen Xiaojia stood up again, patted his troubled shoulder and said, "Master...she doesn't seem to want to listen to your logic!"

"It's okay, it's okay..." Nanru smiled gently at Shen Xiaojia from the side, and said cheerfully, "Amitabha! If you don't listen... then just clean it up until you are willing to obey!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly ducked behind the bearded servant, turned his right palm into a knife, and quickly struck the bearded servant on the back of his neck, and faintly uttered two words, "One."

The bearded man was immediately startled. It was too late to try to avoid it. He only felt a heavy hammer blow coming from the back of his neck. A powerful electric current seemed to flow through his body. His limbs were paralyzed, and then his eyes went black and he fell heavily.

land.

Everyone was stunned in place. They had never thought that they would be so direct and straightforward when they were in trouble. Moreover, the move was so unexpected that even Mo Chunfeng, who was watching the show on the side, couldn't help but frown, because what he saw was worse than

Others have more.

A layman watches the fun, an expert watches the door.

Others only saw the hand knife wielded by Nan Li, but what he saw were eighteen hammer blows with different gestures, four of which landed on the bearded servant's arms, and seven on the chest and abdomen.

, six fell on the back, and the remaining one was the hand knife that seemed light but was actually heavy.

In one breath, eighteen acupuncture points were sealed, and even Mo Chunfeng had to put away the pride on his face and carefully pay attention to the changes in the field.

After the blow, the trouble did not stop, and figures kept flashing around the group of servants.

"two."

The child who was licking the candied haws suddenly became stiff and fell backwards.

"Three."

The tall and burly man's eyes bulged and he fell to the ground.

"Four...five..."

With every sound, a servant fell. No matter whether the opponent was prepared or not, the final result was the same.

More than ten breaths later, only the old man was left beside Zhu Cizhao, and Nunji suddenly appeared behind Zhu Cizhao.

"Can you listen to my logic now?"

The cold words suddenly rang in Zhu Cizhao's ears.

The old man was about to attack the enemy, but suddenly found that his body was as stiff as iron and could not move at all. He was shocked and said, "The Great Merciful and Great Compassionate Hand...who are you?"

"Amitabha!" Nanna recited, turned to look at the old man, smiled brightly, and asked, "Are there many people in this world with great mercy and compassion?"

"You are..." The old man felt dizzy. He slowly fell backwards and spat out the last few words with a horrified look on his face, "Traveler in the world of mortals, Master!"

"Amitabha..." Nian clasped his hands together and said calmly, "Thank you very much for the donor who recited the poor monk's dharma title, and also said the elegant nickname of Jianghu... This way, the poor monk will not have to introduce himself again."

The corner of the old man's mouth twitched several times, and he fainted, unable to say any more words.

Zhu Cizhao glanced at the servants lying on the ground around him, and then looked at Nanji who suddenly appeared in front of him. His face suddenly turned pale, and he felt guilty in his heart, "I'm telling you, don't mess around. I

My father is King Chenliu, a brother of the current Holy Emperor. If you dare..."

Snapped!

A loud slap came out.

Shen Xiaojia and Mo Chunfeng were stunned.

Zhu Cizhao was so shocked that he was furious and his face turned red.

Nanbu took back his right hand, raised his palm and recited a Buddha's name, and said calmly, "I don't want you to speak now, but I want you to listen to me. If you interrupt randomly, I will slap you... Okay, I'll ask you again, at this moment Zhu

Donor, are you willing to shake hands with this young man and make peace?"

"You dare to hit me?" Zhu Cizhao covered his hot left cheek and said with wide eyes, "You bastard, you dare to hit me! I must let my father..."

Bang! Another crisp slap came out.

Nan Nu sighed softly, shook his head and said, "The answer is not what you asked... Maybe my question is wrong, let's try again... Excuse me, Master Zhu, are you willing to ignore past grudges and treat others with tolerance?"

Zhu Cizhao held his left and right cheeks with both hands and said with red eyes, "I'm going to kill you bastard!"

Bang! Bang! Bang!

What sounded this time was not a slap in the face, but three slaps on the palm.

"It seems that Donor Zhu still refuses to repent..." Nanruo stared at Zhu Cizhao with soft eyes and said with a slight smile, "But I, the Buddha, am compassionate and have great patience and perseverance to wait until Donor Zhu wakes up..."

Zhu Cizhao looked at his red and swollen hands, and was so angry that he was trembling all over. He bared his teeth and claws and rushed towards the difficulty, and said fiercely, "I will fight with you!"

"Why……"

A sigh escaped.

Nanji raised his index and middle fingers together and quickly tapped Zhu Cizhao a few times. Then he slapped Zhu Cizhao hard on the face with his backhand. He said with a calm expression, "Just speak, don't move your hands or feet..."

The poor monk asks you one more time... Donor Zhu, are you enlightened?"

"I will cut you into pieces and raze your temple to the ground..."

Bang bang! Without any surprise, two slaps came out.

"Almsgiver Zhu, this poor monk will ask you again, have you figured it out?"

"I……"

Bang bang bang, bang bang bang!

A series of slaps sounded outside Hongchen Inn.

Shen Xiaojia, who was standing aside, saw his eyelids twitching. Anyone who saw a young girl being slapped like a pig's head would be shocked. What's more, this girl is still a princess. It is one thing to not be afraid of the powerful, but to be beaten.

Being powerful is another kind of courage.

He narrowed his eyes with a smile and said, "Donor Zhu, this poor monk will ask you again and again..."

"Stop!" Zhu Cizhao shouted urgently with a cry in his voice, "I just wanted to say it, you don't listen to what others have to say and then take action, it's too barbaric..."

"Oh? The poor monk is impatient, sorry, sorry..." Nanru blinked his eyes and said, "So, donor, have you enlightened?"

"I understand! I really understand!" Zhu Ci Zhao sobbed aggrievedly, "What happened here tonight were all misunderstandings and unintentional mistakes. We should not be punished."

"Have you really figured it out?"

"My heart is free of worries and extremely transparent."

"You're not thinking about taking revenge in the future, are you?"

"How is it possible... When will retribution begin? You kill me, I'll chop you, endlessly. How tiring it is. Master, can you put your hands down? I really regret it..."

"Well..." Nanna slowly put down his right hand, nodded with satisfaction, "It seems that the donor has really woken up, and the poor monk's words are not in vain..." He turned around and waved to Shen Xiaojia, "Come on.

Come, this young man...please come over here."

Shen Xiaojia was startled for a moment, walked over timidly, and said with a vigilant look, "Master, I understand, don't do it! I just rely on this face to make a living..."

"Living on face? It seems that the little benefactor must be living a difficult life. He has been unable to eat for a long time..." Nanru pursed her lips and said, "Don't worry, I won't reason with you, little benefactor. You should understand."

I understand. I called you here just to bring this matter to a successful conclusion."

"How to end it successfully?" Shen Xiaojia and Zhu Cizhao asked in unison.

Nanru quickly untied the acupuncture points on Zhu Cizhao's body, smiled warmly, then took Zhu Cizhao's left hand, and then took Shen Xiaojia's right hand, put the two hands together, and said softly, "Pull your hands, we can do it again in the future

Good friends... Only in this way can we truly shake hands and make peace!"

Shen Xiaojia and Zhu Cizhao stared at each other blankly for a moment, then quickly retracted their hands and froze in place with awkward expressions.

Nanru dusted off his clothes, flicked his sleeves, turned around and walked towards the gate of Zhuguo Temple. He said in a vague voice, "Since this is the case, I, poor monk, will go back to the temple to chant sutras and worship Buddha for the time being. All donors have already arrived."

Get some rest, Zhuguo Temple is very close to Hongchen Inn, you can hear everything going on, so don’t worry about it!"

When passing by Mo Chunfeng, he reluctantly moved his lips a few times and said, "Donor, this is not how you should untie the stubborn knots on your body. The poor monk has some wonderful methods here. If you are interested, you can come to the temple to plant a purple bamboo forest tomorrow morning..."

Mo Chunfeng was startled when he heard this, and stared at the white back with cold eyes as it gradually went away.

After Nan Ni left, Shen Xiaojia quickly came to Mo Chunfeng and sighed, "This is the first time I have seen a monk who can reason with others like this. He is very direct and effective... If you reason with him,

Who will make more sense in the end?”

"I don't like to reason," Mo Chunfeng pursed his lips and said, "I just like to discuss with people... So, there is a high probability that I can't talk to him, and naturally there is no way to know who is more reasonable.

"

"Oh, by the way, speaking of discussing it..." Shen Xiaojia tilted his head and looked at Zhu Cizhao, who was returning to the inn with resentful eyes, and said casually, "I forgot to ask you before, this time you go home and discuss it.

What was the result? Was it successful?”

Mo Chunfeng put the suona in his hand back into his waist and sighed, "If I win, I won't come back to you..."

Shen Xiaojia didn't hear the implication of Mo Chunfeng's words. Looking at the suona with the steel blade popping out, a warmth suddenly rose in his heart. He laughed a few times and said indifferently, "In a fight, it's normal to lose and win.

...It’s okay to come back, and when these things are over, I’ll treat you to a wedding banquet!”

Just when Mo Chunfeng wanted to say something, Chu Yunqiao suddenly ran over from the night, stood in front of Shen Xiaojia, and panted, "Hurry up and get a room!"

"So urgent?" Shen Xiaojia rubbed his hands and said, "We just had a fight, I'm a little hungry now, I'm afraid I'm not strong enough..."

Chu Yunqiao blushed with embarrassment, pinched Shen Xiaojia's waist hard, and said coquettishly, "What are you thinking about... hurry up and book three rooms, the people behind you will be here soon!"

Shen Xiaojia screamed in pain, glanced behind Chu Yunqiao, and saw the Miao boy and the old beggar sneaking their heads out of a dark place in the alley, touched his nose and said, "There's no need to worry, Mao Xue looks at them.

They have all left, and no one is chasing them, so why are you panicking..."

"It's not them, there are people behind..." Chu Yunqiao looked around and whispered, "I met Xiaozhi. What she meant was that someone is looking for you everywhere. I'm afraid there will be trouble, so you should leave as soon as possible.

White Horse Pass!”

Shen Xiaojia frowned and said, "Xiao Zhi? Where did you meet her? Why didn't she come with you..."

"Let's go in first," Chu Yunqiao quickly pulled Shen Xiaojia towards the Hongchen Inn and said softly, "I'm worried that we have fallen into someone else's trap..."

Shen Xiaojia let out a soft ooh, but did not put it aside to appreciate it. Suddenly he found that Mo Chunfeng was still there, and immediately waved his hand and said, "Come here quickly, don't leave it there to bask in the moonlight...I can tell you, the funds

It’s limited. We only reserve three rooms tonight, first come first served. If you’re slow, you’ll have to sleep in the same room as the old beggar.”

Mo Chunfeng glanced in the direction of Zhuguosi Temple, shook his head slowly and said, "You guys can stay in the inn. You don't have to leave a room for me. I have other places to go..."

After saying that, Mo Chunfeng turned into a snow shadow and melted into the slightly cold night wind.

Shen Xiaojia shook his head helplessly and smiled, then quickly came to the door of Hongchen Inn and pushed hard.

Crunch.

The door opened in response, and the shadows on the ground were elongated obliquely by the moonlight.

"Are you back?" In a certain Buddhist hall in Zhuguo Temple, under the tall golden Buddha statue, an old monk wearing a golden cassock with precious stones and white eyebrows and silver beard was knocking on a wooden fish with one hand and playing rosary beads with the other.

He moved slightly, opened his eyes, glanced at the dark shadow on the ground, and smiled kindly, "Why did you come back so quickly after going out this time? Where did you go and who did you see?"

Against the backdrop of rows of candlelight, the statue of Maitreya Buddha with a smiling brow is shining with golden light and has a majestic appearance.

Amidst a few wisps of smoke, the old monk with a slight smile on his face was surrounded by precious lights that flickered and became colorful.

"I'm going to the human world, and I'm meeting all living beings..." The black shadow gradually appeared, revealing the face that showed no joy or sorrow, and said in a cold voice, "If you go slowly, you will come back quickly."

"It seems we're not far away," the old monk said calmly, still tapping the wooden fish, "but have you gained anything?"

"There are regrets, but there are also unexpected gains..." Nan Li came to the old monk like a leisurely stroll, suddenly pulled out a dagger from his sleeve robe, and swiped it on the old monk's neck as fast as the wind, and said calmly, "Master

, as the Buddha says, if I don’t go to hell, who will? So, do you have the consciousness to go to hell?”

Poof! A jet of flying red spurted out, splashing on the solemn and sacred Buddha statue, and splashing on the colorful cassock.

The old monk pressed his throat with both hands in horror. He looked back at Nan with a cold expression. He opened his mouth, but no words came out. Only blood gushed out from his mouth.

Nanru looked at the old monk quietly, wiped the blood-stained dagger on his body, and quickly put it back into his sleeve robe, his movements flowing smoothly without any stagnation.

After a moment, the old monk's body went limp, and his hands covered with blood naturally dropped down, no longer breathing any more.

"Amitabha!" Nanna sighed, and no longer looked at the old monk. He took out an envelope from his arms, walked to the Buddha statue, stretched it over the candle to light it, and stared at his hand with a smile on his face but tears streaming down his face.
Chapter completed!