Chapter 29 Changed your mind

To be honest, when Daoran saw this old monk, he didn't react for a while.

This is the aftereffect of listening to the Xianle version of Bodhi Pure Heart Song. Not only did Daoran not know the taste of meat for three days, but he also felt that even his memory was a bit fuzzy, and his mind was filled with the constantly looping melody.

Only when he heard the words Lingyin Temple did Dao Ran remember something.

"Amitabha, Master Daoling, why do you want to find this young monk?" Daoran asked.

"I'm a poor monk here to seek justice for my nephew." Dao Ling said with a sneer.

Monk Dao Ling waited here for a long time, and finally blocked Dao Ran in front of the door. The rooms prepared for the monks in Sanzang Building were very clean. There was no one around in the long corridor. Even if Dao Ran screamed, he would be gone for a while.

It can't be spread.

What's more, it's the middle of the night now, and everyone else is sleeping soundly. As long as you do it neatly, you will never be discovered.

Monk Dao Ling only felt that the other party was like a turtle in a urn that could be kneaded at will, so his tone seemed unscrupulous.

"Is it fair? Is Shenxiu dead?" Daoran asked.

Monk Daoling frowned and said in a deep voice: "As a monk, you curse others to death when you open your mouth. What kind of Buddha are you cultivating?!"

"Amitabha, since he is not dead, how can we ask for justice? All the swindlers who blackmail people know that they can only cause trouble by carrying corpses. Why, Master Daoling, do you want to blackmail people and even refuse to die?" Dao Ran said strangely.

"You?! What did you say? You said I was blackmailing?!"

Monk Daoling was furious. He never expected that this young monk would not be aggressive, but would speak so bluntly that he was looking for death.

"Monks don't lie. Don't you know if you're blackmailing me? Shenxiu insulted me for no reason. I gave in twice, but he refused. In the end, I just read a poem and didn't even have half a finger.

I touched him. What kind of justice are you asking for? When you talk about Amitabha, do you ever have Buddha in your heart? Do you really think you won’t have to go to tongue pulling hell after you die?"

Dao Ran stayed up all night. Most people who stay up late are often grumpy. He didn't have the intention to pretend to be aggressive, so he scolded Monk Dao Ling mercilessly.

After hearing this scolding, Monk Daoling was not angry anymore. In his opinion, Dao Ran was just incompetent and furious.

Monk Daoling said proudly: "Haha, little monk, walking around the world, just one mouth is not enough. No matter how eloquent you are, no matter how beautiful you are, no matter how talented you are, you are still vulnerable in front of me.

Today I will teach you a truth, only with a big fist is the truth."

After saying that, Monk Daoling slapped his palm and printed it on Dao Ran's chest.

The power of Prajna Palm, which he had practiced hard for decades, was easily poured into Daoran's body.

Monk Dao Ling was extremely proud. This palm used 40% of his strength, which was enough to damage Dao Ran's internal organs. Although he wouldn't kill him on the spot, he would probably not be able to regain his breath if he didn't lie down for three to five years, and he would have to be hugged for the rest of his life.

Living with a pot of medicine will lead to a miserable life.

Originally, Monk Daoling just wanted to teach him a lesson so that Dao Ran would retreat and stay away from the Dharma Conference. But after Dao Ran scolded him just now, Monk Daoling decided to teach him a profound lesson.

As long as no one is directly killed, Lingyin Temple can handle everything.

Monk Daoling felt very proud and felt the pleasure of killing a genius, but he soon felt something was wrong.

Why is this little monk still standing?

With this palm strike, shouldn't he collapse to the ground and vomit blood?

Dao Ran looked at the old monk in front of him indifferently. This palm did have something, it was much stronger than the fist of the monk Shi Neng from Lanruo Temple, but it was still a little short of strength to break his Vajra Indestructibility.

A question arose in Monk Daoling's mind: Is this reasonable?

Could it be that the young monk in front of me not only studies Buddhist scriptures and piano skills diligently, but also practices martial arts since childhood, so he can block the palm of his four powers?

What kind of monster is this?

Impossible, absolutely impossible. This little monk must be wearing some protective gear such as soft armor. If the four power levels are not enough, add another 40%!

Monk Daoling withdrew his palm, gathered his true energy again, and was about to give Dao Ran another slap.

But before he could take action, he felt his eyes blur, and Dao Ran's fist had landed on his eye socket.

Dao Ling's palm, which took decades of skill, Dao Ran took it calmly; and Dao Ran's punch, which took more than ten years of skill, knocked Monk Dao Ling straight away.

The body weighing a hundred pounds flew to the wall and stopped for a while before slowly falling down.

Monk Daoling didn't know how many bones in his body were broken. He just felt that he didn't even have the strength to raise his hands.

How could there be such a terrifying fist in this world? Is this still a human being?

Dao Ran walked up to Monk Dao Ling who was lying limp on the ground, clasped his hands and said, "Amitabha, I wonder who has a bigger fist compared to Monk Dao Ling?"

Monk Daoling opened his mouth, but could not utter a word. He only spit out a large mouthful of blood, and then fainted.

When he woke up again, Monk Daoling found himself lying on the bed. Every part of his body was in pain, as if he had fallen apart, but he still managed to breathe.

He tried his best to turn his head, and saw that the handsome little monk was sitting beside him, playing the piano seriously.

The long sound of the piano gave it a sense of tranquility, which made Monk Daoling's injuries ease a lot.

"You... actually saved me?"

Monk Daoling felt that he was dreaming. Everything that happened tonight was so unreasonable. This young monk was eloquent, proficient in music, and his martial arts skills were frightening. He had hit an iron plate, but he didn't expect that he wouldn't

Instead of having a murderous intention, he healed his wounds.

What does this mean? Are monks merciful?

When Dao Ran heard the old monk's words, he pressed the strings with both hands, and the ethereal music suddenly stopped. Monk Dao Ling suddenly felt the pain in his body become severe, like torture.

Daoran walked to the bedside and said to Monk Daoling: "You old monk, you stayed up in the middle of the night to trouble me, right? Do you want to prevent me from participating in the Dharma Conference?"

"Now that things have happened, there is nothing more to say. If you have the guts, just give me a good time." Monk Daoling said provocatively.

"Amitabha, how can someone in the Buddhist sect kill someone casually? I just want to tell you one thing. I was not planning to attend any Dharma discussion conference," Dao Ran said.

"What did you say?!" Monk Daoling looked shocked.

His first reaction was that Daoran was lying, but now that things have happened, what's the point of Daoran lying to him again? If he wasn't lying, wouldn't he be hopelessly stupid? He obviously didn't need to do anything, so he had to

Take this punch.

"If so, it is really a misunderstanding. Master Daoran, it was the poor monk who was wrong. Please spare my life. Saving one life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. The poor monk must be very grateful." Monk Daoling hurriedly said

explain.

"Don't worry, I wasn't planning to kill you. Originally I didn't want to argue with your Lingyin Temple, but now, I've changed my mind. If Lingyin Temple is full of fake monks like you who care about human life, then it's better to destroy it.

Okay." Daoran said very seriously.
Chapter completed!