Listen to you talk about Buddhism?
The corners of Elder Fang's mouth twitched slightly.
I’m going to fucking listen to you talk about hammer Buddhism!
"roll!"
Elder Fang flew up and kicked Huikong directly.
This kick is so powerful that it can easily crush the mountain.
Huikong's whole body was kicked out, and he suddenly disappeared without a trace.
Elder Fang looked at the direction where Huikong was kicked and disappeared, with a look of satisfaction on his face.
His kick would definitely kill the young monk.
"You guys, continue to guard the academy gate."
"As you command!"
Elder Fang turned around and walked into the academy.
But he hasn't taken a few steps yet.
"Amitabha!"
A familiar voice came from behind again.
Elder Fang suddenly turned around.
Huikong was seen standing in front of the academy gate again, with his hands clasped together and a smile on his face.
Apart from an extra footprint on the cassock, there were no injuries.
"Can the donor listen to the Buddhist teachings of the poor monk now?"
Huikong asked sincerely.
The few gatekeepers were all dumbfounded.
They didn't even see what was going on just now.
This bald monk hula fell from the sky all of a sudden.
They were so frightened that they almost sat on the ground.
Elder Fang found it even more incredible.
His kick should have kicked the monk to death.
Why is he still alive?
And it seems like there are no injuries at all?
"Are you a human or a ghost?"
Elder Fang couldn't help but ask.
Huikong bowed slightly.
"The poor monk's name is Huikong, he is a Buddhist monk."
Elder Fang was no longer calm.
Suddenly he jumped up.
Then a palm fell hard on Huikong's bald head.
As an elder of Baisha Academy, Elder Fang is a genuine Huayuan realm practitioner.
Extraordinary strength.
When a palm falls, Confucian grandeur is contained within it.
Huikong neither dodges nor hides.
He still maintains the posture of worshiping the Buddha with his hands folded.
The treasure is solemn.
Use your physical body to resist this palm.
boom!!!
Elder Fang's astonishing palm hit Huikong's shiny bald head firmly.
There was a dull crashing sound.
Huikong's body remained motionless, and his head didn't even move.
"How could this be?"
Elder Fang's expression changed drastically.
This palm of my own contains 70% of my own cultivation.
It stands to reason that even if this monk's cultivation level is not inferior to his own, he would not be able to resist it so easily.
Moreover, it seems that this monk has no cultivation level, so he can block his palm with just his bald head?
What kind of brain do you have?
Ziliu!
at this time.
Elder Fang felt that Huikong's bald head suddenly became extremely oily.
The remaining strength of his palm was suddenly slipped away.
Even Elder Fang's entire body slipped past Huikong's bald head.
Elder Fang quickly landed on his feet.
Then he looked at Huikong with a surprised look on his face.
"Is this a Buddhist method? Why is it so weird?"
The smile on Huikong's face did not diminish at all.
"Donor, can you listen to the poor monk now and talk about Buddhism?"
Elder Fang looked ugly.
"I still don't believe it!"
"I'm going to blow your bald head off today!"
Elder Fang also became angry.
Huikong was like a dog-skin plaster, which made Elder Fang very irritable.
Immediately he took action one after another.
One after another, palm seals containing Confucian majesty attacked Huikong one after another.
Moreover, every palm print was directed towards Huikong's head.
This is a bald man who is determined to destroy Huikong!
And what about Huikong?
Standing there motionless.
He chanted sutras silently and endured everything with his bald head.
Bang bang bang bang bang!!!
The palm prints were like those of a big dick, crackling on Huikong's head.
The sound is crisp. .??.
If this was an ordinary person, if his head was slapped like this, he would have been turned into a rotten watermelon.
But Huikong was unscathed!
wrong!
To be continued...