Zhou Baitong clicked on the two words and vaguely had a different feeling in his heart. He had also heard about Shaolin Temple Supervisor Yuanji, who died at the hands of Shaolin's stunt "Thousand Hands Conquering Demons". This was different from Peng Peng's.
Aren't Zhen's deaths similar? He couldn't help but connect the two events with the monk who suddenly appeared in Xiaoshan Village a year ago.
"Xiao Niutou, what does this monk do in the village?"
Xiao Niutou said casually: "I didn't do much. I just went to the cliff to meditate, chant sutras, and walk around to look at the scenery. Maybe I got enlightenment here, I don't know."
"So what does this monk look like? Does he know martial arts?" Zhou Baitong then asked.
The calf's head touched his chin and said: "He's really beautiful, just like someone carved out of jade. As for martial arts, I've never seen him use it before, but he has good strength. He walked all the way from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain.
If your color does not change, your heart will not beat."
Zhou Baitong looked at the three strong men behind him. They were all farmers crawling around in the fields. Their muscles were as solid as iron balls. They were still sweating profusely from the mountainside to the top. That monk was definitely not very strong.
So simple.
"Okay, I understand." Zhou Baitong nodded, "He is alone. Does he have any companions?"
"No, he's the only one. Why, brother Zhou, is this guy weird?" Xiao Niutou asked.
Zhou Baitong looked at Xiao Niu Tou and said with relief: "Nothing, just asking, is he in the village now?" The reason why he didn't tell Xiao Niu Tou the truth was not because he couldn't trust Xiao Niu Tou, but because he knew that once he told Xiao Niu Tou, Xiao Niu Tou would do something for him.
I will find a way to capture this monk. It doesn't matter if I don't capture him by then. It would be bad if I harm a whole village!
"No, he just came down the mountain yesterday, and sometimes he doesn't live in the mountain. If you want to find him, I will send you a carrier pigeon when he comes back." The calf thought for a while and then said, "But he will recite sutras sooner or later. If he recites
I'll be back in half an hour."
He is quite religious.
Zhou Baitong cursed and said, "Okay, I'll just wait in the village and mediate the relationship between your neighbors!" After saying that, he grabbed the man behind him, patted him on the shoulder and asked: "
Come and tell me what happened that made you so nervous."
The man's cheeks turned red, his mouth stammered, and he couldn't say a single word for a while. In the end, it was Xiao Niutou who answered the question first: "Let's go into the house and eat before we talk. Don't let Brother Zhou see the joke."
Niu’s courtyard.
The yard of Xiao Niutou's family is on a high ground to the east of the village. There is a jujube tree planted outside the yard with lush branches and leaves. When the mountain wind blows, the ripe jujubes hanging on the tree will crackle and fall down like hailstones.
Zhou Baitong didn't mind it either, so he picked one up, wiped it with his thumb and stuffed it into his mouth. When the calf-head saw this, he didn't feel surprised, and he enthusiastically ushered the group into the courtyard: "Old lady, Brother Zhou is here!
"
In the room, a bloated woman was holding a fat chicken that had been slaughtered and stuck her head out: "Brother Zhou, I will make fried chicken for you at noon today. I have been talking about you for a long time. I need to drink more at noon today."
Two glasses.”
Zhou Baitong licked his buttocks and said with a smile, "I'm sorry for bothering my brothers and sisters."
A few people sat down, and the three men from Bailu Bay looked at me, and I looked at you on pins and needles, but they didn't know how to speak.
Zhou Baitong looked at them and laughed and scolded: "A man, what do you look like when you are so timid? What are you going to do when you go to Xiaoshan Village!"
"We... we... the paper money from Xiaoshan Village has flowed down the water into our fields. This is bad luck. We want Xiaoshan Village to release more water to wash away the bad luck in our fields."
When these men said they wanted to release water, the men from Xiaoshan Village frowned and said, "Aren't you from Bailuwan? You just rely on the river water, and you can't just use the river water. What do you need the mountains and rivers for?"
The man at the foot of the mountain pursed his lips and said: "Do you think it is easy to get water from the river? Jiangzhou has had too little precipitation in recent years, and the terrain of Bailu Bay is so high that there are only three waterwheels available now. There is simply not enough water for the village to irrigate. If it weren't for
If there is really no water, who would want to climb this mountain?"
The man from Xiaoshan Village said harshly: "You are talking nonsense. We can see clearly from the mountain. The river is wide, and there is no water left."
The man at the bottom of the mountain also said anxiously: "If you don't believe me, go down the mountain and have a look to see if we are talking nonsense!"
Seeing that the two sides were about to quarrel, Zhou Baitong shouted: "Noisy, noisy, what's the quarrel? I'm here to eat fried chicken, not to see the noisy chicken. It's more clear to my ears!" He said this, looking at the calf's head.
, said: "Little Niu Tou, I will go down the mountain to have a look in a while. If there is really no water at the bottom of the mountain, is there water on the mountain?"
Maverick rubbed his knees and said: "Yes, but not much. If there are difficulties at the bottom of the mountain, we are willing to release water, but we must also ensure that we are not on the mountain. We are not like them who have rivers and wells at the bottom of the mountain. We only have this little mountain water."
, more than a dozen families rely on this little water."
While they were talking, the little girl named Chunni ran over, looked at the three men at the foot of the mountain and said timidly: "Grandma's paper money is not dirty, it was cut by Brother Monk, and Brother Monk is clean."
After hearing Chuni talk about Brother Monk, Zhou Baitong called her over and asked, "Girl, who is Brother Monk?"
"Brother Monk is..." Chunni blinked her big watery eyes, "I don't know who Brother Monk is, but I know he is a good man and he will give me sugar cakes to eat."
Zhou Baitong looked at Na Chunni and nodded, saying: "Well, Brother Monk is a good person, and he is the most suitable to be a beggar's chicken. I think your skin and tender meat will be delicious when roasted!"
Chuni was stunned, stared and asked, "Who are you?"
"Zhou Baitong!" Zhou Baitong responded.
When Chunni heard the words "Zhou Baitong", she screamed and ran away from the door in fright, causing Xiao Niutou and the men to laugh.
Xiao Niutou also laughed with his face full of wrinkles, and said: "Brother Zhou, you are nearly seventy years old, and your temper has not changed."
"I'm seventy, so I can't change it."
"Here comes the fried chicken!" Mrs. Niu brought a large pot of fried chicken to the table, "Old Niu, what are you doing sitting here? Get the wine quickly."
"I forgot about it as I said it. I'm going over here." Xiao Niutou stood up and took out a jar of old wine from the hut, "This is the sweet potato roast I brewed. The wine is very strong. How about filling this jar?"
"Sure, fried chicken means wine. The more I drink, the better I get. It's been a long time since I drank your sweet potato roast, and my heart is already starting to burn."
The calf head opened the sealing soil, and the old wine rushed out. It was poured into the bowl and swirled around, and the aroma of the wine overflowed. This sweet potato roast is different from other grain wines. Its most distinctive feature is spicy and bitter, and the wine slurry feels like burning in the mouth.
Not only does it choke the throat, but the aftertaste is also very strong. It would take at least three or four days for an ordinary person to drink half a jar of it.
On the table, Xiao Niutou and Zhou Wantong use big bowls, while the other men on the mountain use small bowls.
"Brother Zhou, I'll give you a bowl." Xiao Niutou said.
The clinking of wine bowls made a crisp sound.
Zhou Baitong and Xiao Niu raised their heads, and a large bowl of roasted sweet potatoes went down their throats, burning straight into their stomachs, making them scream with joy.
Just as the two of them were getting drunk, Sue Wu slowly walked into the courtyard, clasped his hands together and said politely: "Amitabha, the young monk Sue Wu has met Senior Zhou Baitong."
Zhou Baitong narrowed his eyes and waved for the calf to lead the men up and down the mountain into the house: "You don't have to be so polite. I, an old beggar, can't bear the courtesy of the Buddhists."
Xiao Niutou still wanted to say a few words, but Zhou Baitong pinched his shoulder. Seeing Zhou Baitong's solemn expression, he knew that he was serious about it, so he didn't say any more. He followed the men into the house and stood between the cracks in the door.
Watching every move of the two people.
"Senior Zhou, you are so polite. Buddhism is also empty. The four elements are empty. Whether you are polite or not is polite." Suewu said.
"It's polite to be polite or not? Then it's your mother to have breasts or not?" Zhou Baitong didn't show any politeness and directly showed his rogue nature, "Don't talk nonsense, little monk, I'm here to ask you, Yuanji, Peng
Zhen, did you kill Wu Sansheng? What was your purpose in killing them?"
Suo Wu nodded and smiled, and said calmly: "Monks don't tell lies. I killed Yuanji, but I didn't kill Peng Zhen and Wu Sansheng. I killed them to save people, for the sake of the world's great road, and for the sake of the world's common people."
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"You kill people and you say you are saving people. You are really a rat in mink skin. You are so high-sounding!" Zhou Baitong snorted, "You didn't kill Peng Zhen and Wu Sansheng, so it must have something to do with you, right?"
Sue said: "Yes, I ordered people to kill them."
"who is it?"
Sue Wu replied: "Peng Youren."
"It's really him." Zhou Baitong sneered, "I said there is something wrong with Peng Zhen. Raising a son like this is really retribution. Where is Peng Youren now?"
Suowu then replied: "Outside the village."
Zhou Baitong nodded: "You told me all this, am I unable to get down the mountain alive?"
Sue Wu shook his head and said: "Whether Senior Zhou can come down the mountain alive depends on your choice?"
"Oh?" Zhou Baitong asked.
"If you join us, you can make it down the mountain alive."
"What if I don't?"
Awakening put his hands together and said "Amitabha": "Then I will save you for the old man, so that you can reach bliss as soon as possible."
Zhou Baitong flicked his wrist and said with a smile: "Old beggar, I have long wanted to visit the Western Paradise. Do you think that if I eat chicken legs, duck legs, or dog legs there, will I be exiled to the Tenth World?
Eight levels of hell?”
Suisuo still clasped his hands, nodded and smiled: "Old senior, you don't want to listen to what we are going to do. I think if old senior listens to my purpose, maybe he won't want to go to the Paradise so much."
"Then it depends on your ability!" Zhou Baitong dug hard with his toes, and the cannon hammer hit Suo Wu's chest. Suo Wu deliberately tried Zhou Baitong's skills, so he didn't dodge or dodge, and directly caught his cannon hammer with his chest.
Zhou Baitong's skill is called Forty-one Pao. Coupled with his out-of-the-air technique, one puff can have the power of a thousand catties.
Hearing a muffled sound, Suewu took three steps back and used his chest to catch the move: "Senior Zhou, good kung fu."
Zhou Baitong frowned and secretly wondered: "Little monk, how far have you reached in practicing the Yi Jin Jing?"
Awakening nodded and lowered his eyebrows and said: "Ten levels."
Zhou Baitong was shocked. With the ten-layer Yi Jin Jing, no wonder he could kill Yuanji, the supervisor of the temple: "Young monk, don't be ashamed of your words. The ten-layer Yi Jin Sutra is a height that only Shaolin's first master can reach."
"If you don't believe it, you can lend me a palm." As he said this, Sue Wu struck out with a palm that was exactly what Da Shuanbei was holding.
Zhou Baitong also made a palm when he gathered his energy, and compared with the palm of Suo Wu, the force was higher or lower.
In addition to their different powers, the various mental techniques in the martial arts world also have different methods of using internal energy. The technique used by Zhou Baitong is called the "One Qi Mind Technique out of Nothing", which can gather a thousand catties of power in one breath, but the power of a thousand catties
Only one blow needs to be raised again to launch a move, and the Yi Jin Jing used by Awakening is mellow and upright. Although the power of one blow may not be matched, the more you hit, the more courage you will get. With Shaolin's unique skill, Great Sumeru Palm
For example, a person who has mastered the Yi Jin Jing can hit nine palms in a row, and each palm is better than the last, and the power is like a mountain breaking a wave.
The two of them only struck this one palm. On the surface, it seemed that Zhou Baitong was stronger, forcing Suo Wu to retract his palm and take two steps back. But Zhou Baitong knew in his heart that the palm just now had exhausted seven percent of his strength.
, if that awakening strikes out another palm, he will be unable to fight.
"Senior has deep inner strength, and this young monk is frightened. I just want senior to listen to my heartfelt words."
Zhou Baitong snorted: "Stop talking nonsense, come on." As he said this, he displayed the skill of forty-one cannons, clenched his fists, and punched out two punches one after another, and the sound of breaking wind was like two kicks.
My feet rang in my ears.
Awakening dodges with his feet, and only parries with his fists but does not counterattack: "Senior, are you accustomed to the world today? Don't say that the beggars in the beggars don't look like beggars, and the monks in Shaolin Temple don't look like monks either. Songshan Shaolin Jiuzhou Buddha Capital
There is actually a brothel called Shaolin. Do you think there is a Buddha to speak of in such a Shaolin? Besides, the beggars in this gang of beggars, one month’s salary of four bags of silver for a disciple is worth the year’s ration money of ten farmers, that’s it.
Can the people still live if the world remains unchanged? The world is like this, and the dynasty is even more like this. They are all vile idiots who kill people without spitting out their bones. If you want the people to live a better life, you can only destroy the dynasty and the world together. Senior, I know
You have a benevolent heart and a will to save the world, join us and let us create a new world together!"
As he spoke, he parried Zhou Baitong's attack, and his defense was flawless. No matter how cunning Zhou Baitong's moves were, he was still unable to hit him.
"Your new world was founded by a man who killed his father? I disdain to be associated with you people. What you say sounds nice, but you don't want to set up your own business and become a leader and emperor yourself!"
Suo Wu shook his head and said: "No, being benevolent does not mean killing one's father, but giving up persistence and obsession. Only people without obsession can be selfless. Only selfless people can have great love for the world. We want to make the world more peaceful."
Good, let the people live and work in peace and contentment."
