The big wheel was so frightened that he barely managed to calm down and was about to speak. Two black gleams shot out from the eyes of the man in black. The big wheel had tasted this, and he couldn't even use half of his kung fu. Just as he was about to escape, his right leg became swollen.
There was heat in the cave, numbness in the waist and eyes, half of the body lost control, and he turned over and rolled down the mountain with a scream.
"It's not that easy to escape; it's even more delusional to want to die!"
The man in black stopped in front of him, jumped on his toes, and the big fire wheel was kicked up and fell towards the stream in the valley.
"Amitabha, why do you push people so hard?"
Following the Buddha's chant, a soft rope flew out from the yew tree, grabbed hold of the waist of the big wheel, and pulled him out of the air.
A shining woodcutter appeared in the hand of the man in black, and his body fluttered: "Monk, please mind your own business." The lantern swayed, and a cold light flashed from the red circle, cutting the soft rope in the air.
"How do you say it's a noisy matter? He is my Buddhist benefactor. He came to Xiangxi this time just to find a cure."
The big fire wheel still didn't fall, but this time he was caught by a monk in white. At the same time, the monk also blocked the retreat of the man in black.
An old monk fell from the yew mountain, falling into the halo of the red lantern.
"The handsome Qing Gong turned out to be a female benefactor. What grudge does he have against the benefactor? How many times did the benefactor frame him with sorcery?"
The speaker was an old monk in gray clothes, with a wrinkled face. He was thin but not thin, his broad monk's robes fluttered in the wind, and his hands were folded in his wide sleeves. His eyes were restrained, and he stared at the butterflies of the man in black.
mask.
"The poor monk Kong Huan, Tian is the director of the Medicine Buddha Hall of the Golden Buddha Temple. Such insidious efforts are in vain and have no benefit. It is for the good of the benefactor and the peace of the people around him. Amitabha, please give the benefactor a visit with the poor monk. We, the Buddha, are merciful and will surely
It can resolve the benefactor’s anger and disgust.”
"Monk, what's your ability to let me go with you?" The man in black put the lantern into the yew tree, took two steps back, and pointed the woodcutter in his hand at the big fire wheel: "He hurts people first.
Don’t you deserve some hardship?”
"The donor was joking. When did he hurt someone? The poor monk didn't see it; he only saw the donor hurting people with sorcery."
Master Kong Huan took a step closer, stretched out his left hand from his sleeve, and pinched a green branch with his fingertips; under the shining light of the red lantern, the green branch shone with a bright green light.
"This thing is called octagonal lotus. It has the functions of eliminating qi and phlegm, detoxifying and reducing swelling. It is a good medicine for treating bruises and rheumatism and joint pain. The poor monk believes that octagonal lotus also has a miraculous effect on the benefactor's magic."
As he spoke, Kong Huan crushed the octagonal lotus into pieces, and the juice slowly filled his left hand.
The eyes of the man in black really showed a vigilant look under the mask. Only she could feel that the Octagonal Lotus was nothing, but how much influence the aura contained in the clear water droplets in the lotus heart had on the Butterfly God.
"Master, the Fire Donor is unconscious again."
The monk in white walked into the yew tree with a large fire wheel in his arms, put him down, and stood behind the man in black with a wooden stick in his hand: "Amitabha, Master Kong Huan has experienced medicinal stones in his life. In order to find a good cure for poison, he has been wandering around in western Hunan for many days; he is not sure.
He won't take action. The donor should go with us."
"Just you? Just that octagonal lotus?" The man in black pulled off a handful of dead vines and stuffed them into his mouth.
This was the moment that Kong Huan was waiting for. His left hand bluffed, and the astonishing fresh air rushed to his face. His right hand, which had been hidden in his wide sleeve, shot out and hit the shoulder of the man in black.
Kong Huan, the man in black, did not expect that Kong Huan would suddenly take action. He jumped up and hurriedly waved the woodcutter to fight. Kong Huan, however, did not confront the man in black. His left hand kept waving the fresh air from the Octagonal Lotus towards the opponent, and his right hand only
Containing.
The cold current contained in the fresh air indeed made the man in black's movements no longer light; the man in black chopped the machete into the wind and kept chewing the dead vines in his mouth. However, her kung fu, apart from her swift movement, was not enough for her.
It's nothing to the masters of the Golden Buddha Temple. My back was numb, and the monk in white had already hit the big hole with a wooden stick.
"Shameless monk." The man in black fell under the yew tree, and a trace of blood flowed from under the butterfly mask.
If it was an illusion, he would just retaliate. The monk in white succeeded in a sneak attack. This is an act that the Miao people are not ashamed of.
"The donor's words were rude. The poor monk just didn't want the donor to be hurt more. The donor was wearing a mask, so there must be some ulterior secret. The poor monk took it off for the donor..."
The monk in white took two steps forward, and just as he was about to reach out and lift off the butterfly mask of the man in black, a burst of laughter rang out from the ancient nan tree on the right.
"Hahahaha, what a fucking insight. It turns out that the monks of the first-grade Golden Buddha are so high."
Lightly, a young man fell from the ancient locust tree and stood in front of the man in black: "Excuse me, Master...?"
"The director of the Medicine Buddha Hall of the Golden Buddha Temple is empty."
Zhu Tong was surprised that he was a master of Kong Huan generation, and greeted him politely: "Master Kong Huan, your disciple is very interesting. Can I know his name?"
"Who is the donor?"
Master Kong Huan was an eminent monk after all, and he could remain calm even after being seen in such a scene. In comparison, his disciple was much more tender. He clasped his hands together, lowered his head and eyebrows, and retreated to Kong Huan's side. The person's body skills were too great.
Gao Ming, compared to the man in black whom he had pointed out, was only as good as him; the trick he had just used to make a fool of himself in the east and attack the west could no longer be used.
"The seventh grade Zhu Men, Zhu Tong." The young man is Zhu Tong.
He had just arrived and saw that Auntie Butterfly was caring about the octagonal lotus in Master Kong Huan's hand. At this moment, he smelled the strong medicinal fragrance of the octagonal lotus and felt the astringency of the butterfly god's wings in Yintang acupoint.
"It turns out that Master Zhu, Amitabha, was rude and rude." Kong Huan put his hands together and saluted. Zhu Tongmahuhu returned the salute, squatted down next to the man in black, and leaned close to her ear: "Are you okay?"
"You can't die." The man in black put the withered vine into Zhu Tong's hand; "The monk is weird, be careful."
"Why should I be careful? There are so many eyes around them looking at them. They are the ones who should be careful and take care of their feathers."
Zhu Tong smiled and stuffed a piece of withered vine into his mouth and set up an ecstasy formation. At this moment, the Butterfly God was already drowsy. He needed some time for the medicinal properties of the withered vine to be absorbed by the Butterfly God. I hope Aunt Die's judgment was right.
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Master Kong Huan knew that Zhu Tong was a charlatan full of clever tricks, but he did not expect that his lies came out of his mouth without any drafts. He looked back and looked around, but found no sign of anyone peeping.
Zhu Tong didn't give him time to think at all. He took out the dragon-headed black needle and pricked his Qingming point, and then took out the phoenix-headed needle and pricked it into Aunt Die's chest. He also joked: "Master Konghuan, you haven't answered the question I just asked.
,who is he?"
"He, whose name is Wuwei, is a disciple of a poor monk."
"Senior Brother Wuwei." Zhu Tong stood up, approached Wuwei and stretched out his hand.
He had visited just now. Auntie Die's large acupuncture point was injured by Wuwei, and it could not be cured for a while. The crested needle could only stimulate the butterfly god to wake up; but Auntie Die put her hand close to his hand that was applying the acupuncture, and inserted a wet particle into the acupuncture point.
Living things were stuffed into his hands.
Wuwei thought that Zhu Tong was dissatisfied with his plot against the man in black and wanted to teach him a lesson with a handshake, so he extended his right hand to shake Zhu Tong's. He was very confident in his own martial arts, and Zhu Tong was already a celebrity in the world.
, Yipin Golden Buddha, as a major sect, has a detailed analysis of Zhu Tong’s Kung Fu.
Unexpectedly, Zhu Tong just made contact with Wuwei's hand and then withdrew it. He took off his glasses and carefully put them into his pocket. He took two steps back and stared at him: "Wuwei does everything. According to the Buddhist theory of karma, you should do what you want."
The shamelessness just now has been repaid.”
"You... are guilty." Wuwei felt a numbness quickly rise from his right hand to his chest. When he saw a little black light shooting out of Zhu Tong's eyes, he could no longer say any words. He covered his chest in pain and sat down slowly.
Kong Huan didn't expect that Zhu Tong would attack Wuwei right in front of his eyes, and he didn't expect that Wuwei would tremble and fall to the ground with only a little contact between the two parties, keeping company with the big fire wheel.
"It's my fault, I've made Master's disciples suffer and made Master's face tarnished. Haha, there are high mountains and dense forests around here. As long as Master doesn't talk nonsense, I will definitely keep silent." Zhu Tong hugged Auntie Die and ignored Kong Huan's face.
The weather changed, and he turned around and left with a smile.
It was obvious that the opponent's kung fu was mediocre, he was only good at light kung fu, and he was still holding someone in his hand; but Kong Huan just didn't dare to chase him, because he didn't know what the use of chasing him would be.
Can Zhu Tong be killed? Just now the other party said that there were people peeping around, but Kong Huan didn't believe it. Now Zhu Tong said that there was no one around, but Kong Huan still didn't believe it. It was actually because what Zhu Tong said was contradictory, and Kong Huan was in a short period of time.
It's impossible to tell which sentence is true and which sentence is false.
If you are a liar, you must not be a mother-in-law. You must act neatly and neatly. Being reasonable depends on the time, occasion, and the person you are talking to.
These are the words of an old liar, but at this moment, there is obviously no need to be reasonable. When Master Konghuan understands, he may be able to leave, but Auntie Die will be in danger. Who knows how many people are around the first-grade Golden Buddha?
Zhu Tong was thinking so, and was feeling proud when a strong wind struck in front of him, and a huge palm with flesh shining like a boulder was stamped on his head.
"Om, mani, padme, hum! The snow pit is turning." The living Buddha Suowonda has not yet appeared, and the mantra of the palm shadow has cut off Zhu Tong's way.
The strong wind carried snow particles, almost freezing the surrounding air; Zhu Tong endured and did not dare to breathe, the coldness had penetrated his skin, instantly making the lively energy in his body become serious. If there was no
Protected by the Phoenix Mask, whether he can move or not is a question.
The world around him changed in an instant, the starry sky dimmed and the lanterns disappeared. Zhu Tong's eyes were filled with crystal white, and the snow walls and ice cliffs in front and behind him were threatening everywhere. He tested the snow wall with his hand, and there was a trace of coldness coming from the snow wall, which made the little liar dizzy.
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"The sea of suffering is boundless, but when you turn around you will find the shore."
Zhu Tong had no choice but to turn around quickly, otherwise he would be dead.
The little liar can't handle the snowy pit of Suowonda Living Buddha.