At this time, sweat was gurgling all over his body, and under the reflection of the sun, the muscles on his body became even more spectacular.
"Amitabha…"
Seeing Monk Bupo's appearance, Zen Master Liaochen stepped forward and asked with concern: "Junior Brother Bupo, why do you look like this?"
As soon as this statement came out, all the monks in the audience cast doubtful glances.
Monk Bupo helped Master Wu Zhen to the west wing, where he spent a long time.
Not to mention this.
The most important thing is that he was still bleeding when he came out.
This really made everyone confused.
"Amitabha…"
Upon hearing this, Monk Bupo softly called out the Buddha's name.
He looked at Zen Master Liao Chen in front of him, raised his voice, and said: "The imperial master was accidentally injured by a poor monk, so the responsibility for this incident also belongs to the poor monk. You must not just take him into the wing and let him go..."
"So, the poor monk just used his true energy to help the master sort out his meridians, activate his qi and blood, and only dared to leave after ensuring that he was fine..."
"I am extremely ashamed to have all of you waiting for me!"
"The poor monk is here, now you guys have to apologize!"
As he spoke, Monk Bupo clasped his hands together and bowed in salute, with a slight breath of breath as he spoke.
It seemed like it took a lot of effort.
This appearance really resembles that humble and respectful eminent monk.
"Amitabha!"
After hearing the words of Monk Bupo, Zen Master Liaochen said: "Junior Brother Bupo is so compassionate, I am so impressed..."
"I see that your whole body has been wet with sweat. You must have spent a lot of energy."
"So, do you want to rest for a while and recover your energy before competing again?"
"I believe everyone can understand it!"
Reading between the lines, Zen Master Liaochen’s face was full of appreciation.
"Oh, you must not!"
After hearing Zen Master Chen's words, Monk Bupo shook his head and hurriedly said: "It has taken a long time for everyone to wait. If the poor monk uses this as an excuse, wouldn't he be suspected of deliberately procrastinating?"
"If he wins with this, the poor monk will not only lose the victory, but also damage the reputation of Hanshan Temple..."
"In that case, let's start as soon as possible!"
Both inside and outside the words, Monk Bupo's face was filled with sincerity.
Seeing this scene, Wang Ye and others who returned to the tower were completely shocked.
hypocritical!
What a fucking hypocrite!
If you hadn't known that Monk Bupo's sweat was caused by doing the Crouching Tiger Kung Fu.
They all really thought that Monk Bupo was really a noble and upright eminent monk!
He would injure people and forcibly poison them, and then pretend to spend his energy on combing his meridians to put gold on his face.
Monk Bupo’s actions are truly hypocritical to the extreme!
Compared to the shock of Wang Ye and others, all the monks in Hanshan Temple were completely moved.
If Monk Bupo is like this, he really did not misjudge the person!
At this time, Monk Bupo returned to the stage again and said, "Everyone, if anyone still wants to challenge the poor monk, just come up!"
As he spoke, Monk Bupo had a trace of pride in his body.
As soon as these words came out, all the monks turned to look at each other, with a hint of excitement in their eyes.
Monk Bupo was sweating all over his body and breathing rapidly.
It was obvious that he had just lost a lot of internal energy and energy...
If you attack him at this time, you will definitely be able to wait for the hard work and win a complete victory!
Thinking of this, these monks became excited.
One by one, they drank the blood-cow decoction and jumped onto the ring.
When seeing these monks on stage, a slight smile appeared on Monk Bupo's face.
He roared loudly and started fighting with these monks.
For a moment, the inner energy on the arena was agitated, and the true energy was everywhere.
…
Unknowingly, the golden crow fell to the west, and it was already evening.
In front of the main hall of Hanshan Temple.
Under the huge arena, the monks who came on stage to challenge fell to the ground one by one.
Their bodies were bruised, their eyes were bruised, there was a trace of blood on the corners of their mouths, and they were moaning softly.
This appearance looks quite embarrassing.
Compared to this monk, the monk is not broken but his spirit is incomparable.
He stood on the ring, his body erect.
He was breathing rapidly and sweating profusely.
Especially the golden dragon tattooed on his chest.
At this time, under the light of sweat and the setting sun, it looks even more vivid.
In this way, the Bupo monk appears even more brave and brave.
From the morning of the fight until now, Monk Bupo has been extremely brave.
He would quickly knock down some of the weaker monks with one punch.
He always tried every means to recruit powerful and powerful monks as his junior disciples.
At the end of the day, most of the monks were beaten with bruises and swollen faces by the Bupo monks and were defeated.
There were five monks who were powerful and not very scheming, but they were all beaten as junior disciples by Monk Bupo.
In this way, it can be said that there is a lot of gain without breaking.
"Fuck...Amitabha...!"
At this time, Monk Fubo exhaled a heavy breath.
He glanced at the slowly setting sun in the west, and said to the monks in the audience: "It's almost evening now, and there's not much time left..."
"If any fellow practitioners want to challenge the poor monk, please come forward quickly!"
At this time, Monk Bupo's blood was brimming with blood, and he felt a strong sense of energy and blood all over his body.
Not only that, he spoke quite loudly.
This voice echoed in the temple, with a hint of heroism.
Hearing this voice, the remaining monks looked at each other, but did not dare to move.
This Buddhist monk was short of breath and sweating gurglingly when he was talking in the morning, and looked like he had spent a lot of energy.
As a result, this person has been fighting vigorously since the morning until now, and he has not lost any strength at all.
If you go up at this time, God knows if you will be punched down!
For a while, no one dared to come on stage to challenge!
Seeing that no one came up to the stage, Liao Fan and Zen Master Liao Chen looked at the sun setting in the west.
After the two discussed it for a while, Liao Fan took a step forward and said, "Since no one comes up to challenge Junior Brother Bupo, then the winner of this competition will be Junior Brother Bupo!"
"Everyone present, do you have any objections?"
As soon as these words came out, the monks present looked at each other.
They looked at each other and shook their heads.
If you have any objections, you must speak with strength.
Monk Bupo's strength was there, so they couldn't help but have any objections.
"It seems that none of you have any objections..."
Seeing that no one among the monks in front of him spoke, Zen Master Liaochen nodded.
He turned to look at Monk Bupo and said, "In that case, I declare that the winner of this competition is Junior Brother Bupo!"
"At the same time, Junior Brother Bupo will also succeed Lao Na and become the new abbot of Hanshan Temple!"
As soon as these words came out, Liao Fan and Liao Ai nodded in unison.
Whatever the monk did, they saw it with their own eyes.
With him as the host, they were very relieved.
"have to…"
Seeing this scene, Wang Ye, who was sitting on the tower, smiled and said, "From now on, the old Hanshan Temple where people meditated on Zen and learned the Dharma and behaved themselves is gone forever!"