w "Well, everyone has his own ambitions. If Mao Ni doesn't want to be a monk, let him go. I think Master Yunyu should have more than one disciple, right? However, since Master Yunyu can send his disciples to you for training, then you
I guess you have a long relationship with Huakong Temple, right?" Ye Fan wanted to find out the background of Huakong Temple, so he naturally dropped the topic.
"That's not true. However, among the disciples that Master Yunyu accepted, this Maoni is still worthy of training.
The other disciples were very weak. Although they devoted themselves to the Buddha and practiced diligently, their skills were mediocre.
Mao Ni is only in his thirties, but his skills are higher than mine.
Master Yunyu naturally wanted him to inherit the mantle and take charge of Huakong Temple. However, Maoni could not fulfill his wish.
Although Mao Ni is still more honest here, that's because I didn't offend him. Like today, if you two fight, you won't demolish Lao Na's Yunguan Temple. However, I don't have anything here. I
Except for me, who knows both hands, the other monks in Yunguan Temple are ordinary monks.
It's not that I don't teach them, it's because they are really not suitable for martial arts training. They can do well in fitness training, but their attack and defense abilities are poor.
It doesn’t matter to me. They can use both hands to defend themselves. There are laws in modern society, and few people would go so far as to go against people from outside the country." Master Gui Lin sighed.
"Huakong Temple must be different." Ye Fan asked.
"What aspect is Mr. Ye referring to?" Master Gui Lin still wanted to pretend to be stupid.
"Of course it's martial arts. Master Yunyu must be an expert. And Mao Ni's skill should probably reach level 10.
If I guess correctly, Huakong Temple is a place where hidden dragons and crouching tigers are hidden. There must be a lot of disciples practicing in the temple.
Although it is not comparable to Shaolin Wudang, it is still better than other ordinary sects." Ye Fan took a sip of tea and dropped the topic directly.
"Haha, I'm not very clear about this. After all, I'm still Master Yunyu's junior disciple, but I'm just not a master.
However, there will definitely be more practitioners in Huakong Temple. To say that Mr. Ye is a hidden dragon and crouching tiger is an exaggeration.
Despite the many restrictions in modern society, there are still a few young people who are willing to become monks and practice martial arts.
Those who become monks are those who are frustrated or disappointed in the world of mortals. Those people are often middle-aged. They have long lost the opportunity to practice martial arts." Master Gui Lin said with a smile.
"Have you ever seen a monk with such a figure?" Ye Fan asked Fei Yiyi to show him the picture of the masked monk he took that day.
However, it is rather blurry. Only the figure is displayed. The rest is basically unclear.
However, Master Guilin took a look and immediately said: "I've never seen it before. Moreover, your photo is blurry. There is no face and even the body is wrapped in clothes. It is really difficult to distinguish. Please forgive me for not being able to distinguish it."
Notified."
"Haha, Master must have seen it before. But why doesn't Master want to talk about it?" Ye Fan's eagle eye had already detected something strange.
Because, although Master Guilin only glanced at him for the first time, Ye Fanying noticed that the corners of Master Guilin's mouth twitched slightly, and his brows also wrinkled slightly.
But the look in his eyes paused for a moment on the half finger. He must know this person. Although the master concealed it very well, ordinary eyes could not see anything. But Boss Ye has eagle eyes. Master Gui Lin's little move
Naturally, he couldn't escape Boss Ye's eyes.
"Mr. Ye, this is making things difficult for others. If you say that family members don't gossip, if you haven't seen it, you haven't seen it. It's a bit embarrassing for Mr. Ye to insist that Guilin has met Lao Na." Master Guilin restrained his smile and looked solemn.
's sermon.
"Haha. Does the master have something to hide?" Ye Fan looked at Master Guilin with a calm smile and asked, "Is this person in Huakong Temple, and his status is not low?"
"I'm sorry, Mr. Ye. I really don't know." Master Gui Lin hummed.
"If Master hadn't told me, I would be worried that Yunguan Temple might lose its wooden fish today, the Buddha tomorrow, and even the futon the day after tomorrow. Is Yunguan Temple still called a temple?"
Wu Jun stared at Master Gui Lin with a dead smile. Naturally, it was Boss Ye who gave Wu Jun a look.
"Donor Wu is threatening Gui Lin, right?" Master Gui Lin's face sank and he hummed.
"What did Master say?" Wu Jun hummed.
"Hahaha..." A loud laughter suddenly came from the front hall.
"Uncle, why are you here?" Master Guilin stood up and walked out.
However, before he could move his feet, an old monk of medium height and with a face that was much better maintained than Guilin came in. Behind him was Monk Maoni.
"Is that him?" The old monk glanced at Ye Fan and hummed disdainfully.
"That's right, Grand Master Uncle, it's this kid. He came to Yunguan Temple to find trouble because of his skills.
Uncle Master has nothing to do, so I called you quickly. Otherwise, they will demolish our temple.
By then, your old man's home will be torn down and put away somewhere." This guy Mao Ni is really looking for trouble, and he talked about it with added fuel and jealousy.
Ye Fan suddenly became cautious, because the person who came was actually Mao Ni's uncle, so this person could not be Master Yunyu's uncle or master.
Master Yunyu is estimated to be sixty or seventy years old, so he must be at the level of an antique.
"Go away!" The old guy glared at Ye Fan and his group and hummed without any hesitation. However, Ye Fan discovered another strange thing.
When the old guy came in, his eyes also glanced at the black shadow photo on the table, and his surprise was much better than that of Master Gui Lin.
It is probably the result of the old monk being more outspoken and not being able to hide his feelings.
Then the guy who robbed his Jiulu Chuanyun Cauldron must have some background. And he is probably in Mount Wutai.
"Master, do you know this person?" Ye Fan pointed at the photo on the table and hummed at the old monk who just came in.
"Of course, but it has nothing to do with you?" This old monk really didn't look like a monk, so it would be dirty if he said it out loud.
And he nodded quite arrogantly and admitted it directly. On the contrary, he and Mao Ni were quite close to each other. Since they had similar odors, they naturally became dog-meat monks.
The image of Zhou Botong suddenly appeared in front of Ye Fan's eyes.
"Uncle Master, you..." Master Guilin tried to stop him but it was too late.
"What are you afraid of? I said Guilin, you are almost losing your courage as you live longer, aren't you? People are knocking on your door and you still have to smile. This Yunguan Temple is the place where I used to practice. Who wouldn't be open-minded?
If anyone dares to be arrogant, we will let him know that this place is called Yunguan Temple." The old monk snorted arrogantly.
"This was originally called Yunguan Temple. Did it change its name to Ah Mao Ah Gou Temple?" Fei once said sarcastically.
There was a crisp sound, and Fei once performed a trapeze and hit the door frame directly.
The old monk acted too quickly, and even Boss Ye didn't have time to save him.
"Old guy, your hands are fast enough!" Boss Ye was also furious, and punched through the air and stabbed the old monk.
"There are still some tricks. I dare not come to our Yunguan Temple to cause trouble at all. It turns out that I have eaten the courage of a bear's heart and a leopard's courage. However, this master likes to eat the courage of a leopard." The old monk snorted disdainfully.
, and also hit him with a straight punch.
Bang...
Then there was a loud boom, and Boss Ye felt as if his fist was about to be shattered, as if he had been hit hard by a hammer weighing more than 100,000 kilograms.
This guy stuttered and took four steps back. Still unable to control his body, he fell directly onto the round table with the teacups on it.
Not to mention that tea was spilled all over him and he was almost broken apart by the smash.
"Brother!" Fei once climbed up the mountain and jumped over to help Ye Fan.
"Get out of here!" The old monk suddenly became more energetic, and a strong inner energy came from the air. Fei Yi was pulled all over and fell on Ye Fan again. The old monk laughed and said, "Hahaha
, the dogs rolled around in a bunch, it was interesting. The big dog crushed the small one." The old monk actually clapped his hands and laughed.
As soon as Wu Jun looked at his waist, he pulled the pair of copper hammers into his hands. The guy stood on tiptoe on the ground and soared into the air. The two hammers instantly swelled to the size of a volleyball. After two bangs, they struck the old monk on the head with a flash of gold stars.
go.
"Come back!" Ye Fan stretched out his hand and tried to pull Wu Jun back with great force, but unfortunately the old monk took action faster.
After the bang, Wu Jun even brought a hammer to the old monk and pulled the machine out of the air. It actually passed through the door frame and fell directly to the front hall outside. In an instant, seven or eight futons were smashed.
Master Gui Lin was so panicked that he was so painful that he quickly shouted: "My futon."
"You broke the futon, my brother and I were injured." Boss Ye was furious, and the willow leaf flying knife swung a dozen times and pierced it.
"It's just a little trick." The old monk sneered and waved his hand in the air. After a weird sizzling sound, those thin willow leaf flying knives that flew as fast as cicada wings flew towards the old monk's hand like all rivers returning to the sea. The old monk's
My hand instantly became a vacuum cleaner.
With a pinch and a grab, a dozen willow leaf flying knives turned into crumbs and fell from the old monk's hand.
The old monk had a look on his face and opened his mouth and blew, scattering the flying knife fragments in his palm into the air. Furthermore, the old monk looked at Boss Ye with a smile, his eyes full of extreme disdain.
"Stab! Stab! Stab..." Mr. Ye's eyes turned red, and dozens of willow leaf flying knives surrounded him and pierced the old monk.
"What's the point of showing off with useless things?" The old monk was obviously angry. He flicked his robe in the air, and suddenly a strong wind swept through the air like a spring breeze. All the dozens of flying willow knives turned their heads and flew towards Boss Ye.
Pricked on the body.
"Boy, what is this?" Suddenly, the old monk screamed while he was in a state of despair. Naturally, this was the fault of Boss Ye. The old monk underestimated the enemy too much. The dozens of flying knives that Boss Ye just threw were all just a cover-up.
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But the drop of Qinglong blood was hidden in the flying knife. The moment the flying knife turned, it suddenly swelled and grabbed the old monk's chest and pulled it down.
With a sizzling sound, the old monk's head was fine. Boss Ye also knew that this person was too strong to catch his head, so he changed it to "attack the chest." Suddenly, the monk's robe in front of his chest was torn.
Moreover, a piece of flesh was also taken away, probably only a finger wide and long. Immediately, the blood stained the old monk's chest red. To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendation.
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