He knew that there was something strange about this young monk.
But he has confidence in his own strength.
Moreover, this is not the Western Buddhism, so it is unlikely that there will be real Buddhist masters here.
Gou Bu took one step forward, his body moving very quickly.
A palm hit the young monk on the chest.
Gou Bu is full of confidence.
This palm was enough to make the young monk vomit blood.
Finally, I looked up.
The young monk was looking at him strangely.
Goubuli was stunned.
Useless?
Impossible!
My own strength is far from comparable to other beggars.
Just because other beggars couldn't hurt the young monk doesn't mean that he couldn't hurt him either.
But why does this young monk still seem to be fine?
If you are not good enough, you will not believe in evil.
He immediately backed away.
Then circulate your own spiritual energy.
Strike out again.
This palm was more powerful than before.
boom!!!
A solid palm hit the same place again.
Gou Bu reared his head again.
I found that this young monk was quite good.
There was even a look of helplessness on his face.
"How can it be?"
Gou Li was confused.
His face was full of shock.
I tried my best to hit him, but it still had no effect at all?
Did I encounter a ghost in broad daylight?
“Donor, it’s better not to do this again.”
The young monk couldn't help but speak.
I saw him move slightly.
Goubuli suddenly felt a huge force coming from him.
It's simply impossible to resist.
The whole person flew out at once.
"Ouch!"
Gou Li fell to the ground in a panic.
I almost lost my tooth.
He quickly stood up and looked at the young monk with suspicious eyes.
At this moment, someone also came out of the Shaolin Temple.
The leader is none other than Huikong.
There were several monks accompanying him.
"Xulu, what happened?"
As soon as Huikong came out, he asked the young monk.
Xulu turned his head and bowed: "Master, these donors came to ask for food, and the disciple gave it to them, but they attacked the disciple instead."
"The disciples have no choice but to dare to hurt them, so they can only stand here and let them beat them."
Xulu said truthfully.
And this Xulu was none other than the Canglu Demon Lord whom Huikong conquered when he went to Aolai Island.
Demon Lord Canglu converted to Buddhism and worshiped Huikong as his teacher, and was given the name Xulu by Huikong.
From now on.
The Canglu Demon Lord, also known as Xulu, followed Huikong to practice in the Shaolin Temple.
Apart from chanting sutras and worshiping Buddha, and cleaning the temple every day, I was very leisurely.
Xulu has never shown his cultivation and strength in front of others.
Just like an ordinary monk.
There is no difference.
Unexpectedly.
I was sweeping the floor in front of the temple in a good manner today.
As a result, a group of beggars arrived.
Not only do you want to eat, but you also have to beat yourself up.
Xulu was also very aggrieved and helpless.
I can only stand and let them beat me.
But the problem is that he, Xu Lu, was one of the nine demon masters of the demon clan before. He was extremely powerful and was in the Gui Qiao realm.
Can these beggars hurt him?
It's simply impossible.
Just like a swarm of ants, no matter how many there are, they can't hurt a real dragon at all.
The difference between a virtual deer and these beggars is that between a real dragon and an ant.
If Xulu had not converted to Buddhism and had compassion in his heart, he would not be willing to do anything to others, let alone kill.
if not.
With Xulu's strength, he could crush beggars like Gou Buli to death hundreds of times with just a flick of his finger.
Just blow your breath and you can blow them to the East China Sea.
Xulu even deliberately controlled his aura to avoid accidentally letting it out and directly shocking them to death.
well!
Talking too much makes me tired.
Even when being beaten, you have to be careful, for fear of hurting others.
There is no one left.
Huikong frowned as he looked at Gou Buli waiting for the beggar.
"Are all the donors disciples of the Beggar Clan?"
"good!"
Gou Buli responded.
Huikong put his hands together.
"Amitabha, the Shaolin Temple and the Beggar Gang have always been in harmony with each other. Why did the Beggar Gang suddenly come to my Shaolin Temple to cause trouble?"
Gou Li sneered.
"Trouble? Where did this start? We are all a bunch of hungry beggars. We came to your temple to beg for some food, and we didn't hurt anyone. On the contrary, we were hurt by the people of your temple. We should have an explanation.
Bar?"
This is simply confusing right and wrong.
They are here to cause trouble.
As a result, now they have become the victims, and Shaolin Temple has become the bully.
If it were Huikong who was just starting out, I'm afraid he would really be overwhelmed by Gou Li.
But now Huikong is already a veteran.
Buddhist people are compassionate, but they will not let others bully them.
In the heart of a Bodhisattva, there is also a Vajra with angry eyes.
"Ten Arhats!"
"exist!"
Huikong gave an order, and ten monks jumped out from the temple gate.
They are tall, short, fat and thin.
"Drive them away."
"yes!"
The Ten Arhats took action immediately.
Gou Buli was also shocked. He didn't expect these monks to take action directly.
I don’t want to push you too hard.
Gou Buli wanted to rely on the strength of the crowd to fight.
As a result of this battle, it was discovered that these ten monks were really powerful.
No one is weaker than himself in strength.
"Let's go!"
Gou Bu saw that the situation was not good and quickly told everyone to run away.
These beggars have no abilities, and each of them is better at running away than the other.
In the blink of an eye, they were all gone.
Huikong looked at Xulu.
"Xu Lu, when you encounter people like this in the future, you don't need to be merciful to them, just teach them a lesson."
Xu Lu nodded: "Disciple, please keep this in mind."
Huikong rolled his eyes.
"Okay Xulu, you don't have to do anything else from now on, just sweep the floor here."
Xulu was startled.
"Master, how can this disciple practice Buddhism?"
Huikong smiled faintly.
"Xulu, the Holy Son once taught me that as a teacher, practice is not about chanting sutras and worshiping Buddha, but about the heart."
"As long as you have Buddha in your heart, sweeping the floor is also practice."
As soon as these words came out, Xu Lu seemed to have been enlightened, and he suddenly showed a look of enlightenment.
"Disciple has learned!"
Huikong nodded with satisfaction.
"Feel it well."
From then on, Xulu became the sweeping monk in front of the Shaolin Temple.
The Shaolin Temple became the number one temple in the world, which started from Huikong's wise decision.
Many years later, whenever a powerful enemy invaded, they could not even enter the gate of Shaolin Temple.
All fell into the hands of the ordinary and simple sweeping monk in front of the Shaolin Temple.
A broom can defeat all enemies in the world.
If even a sweeper in front of the door is so terrifying, how powerful must the monks in the Shaolin Temple be?
Of course, this happened many years later.
After Gou Buli was taught a lesson, he naturally did not swallow his breath.
He immediately sent a message to his master Song Youliang and asked him to help him deal with the Shaolin Temple.
Coincidentally, Song Youliang and a large number of Beggar Clan masters had already entered the Tianwu Dynasty.
As a result, Song Youliang gathered a large number of Beggar Clan disciples and headed towards Fuyun Mountain.
