Chapter 2 Reincarnation as a teenager

Huiming is dead, but he is still alive!

This is not the literary language of so-and-so. At the moment before his death, Huiming found that his soul flew out of his body and kept floating in the world. This feeling was like a fantasy, but it could not be described by words. In this way, I don't know how much time it will take. Huiming feels that he has been sucked into a dark whirlpool by a great suction.

The soul also keeps rotating.

But at this moment, Huiming didn't feel anything and didn't feel dizzy: "After all, I'm dead, but is this the way to paradise?"

Huiming is not clear.

But this idea made him very happy. Although he has been studying the work of killing all his life, he can still return to the embrace of the Buddha, which is also his own creation. However, it's really unexpected!

Hui Ming is even thinking that the poor monk should be dead soon...

............

Time spans to modern society, September 2003, the northern slums of Marrakech, Morocco, on the coast of the Strait of Gibraltar.

As the name implies, this is a gathering place for the poor in Marrakech, and the surrounding buildings are more or less dilapsed. People in the urban area of Marrakech call it a 'depraved area'. In the small neighborhoods here, almost all the dirty transactions, gambling stakes and people's are gathered in Marrakech, and all kinds of things can be seen everywhere. The red light district and the prostitutes standing on the street.

In the western part of this slum, there is a slightly simple football field. The stadium has existed for decades, and there seems to be no fixed name, but people around them like to call it 'Dirham Stadium'.

'Diram' is the common currency of Morocco. 'Diram Stadium' naturally means the stadium where currency is traded. In fact, many Moroccan shady deals are carried out here, which has become a matter of public recognition, and even the Marrakech government has turned a blind eye to it.

In addition, the stadium has another function, which is naturally to hold a football match.

This is not a formal football match, but a purely gambling game. There are many spectators in this kind of underground event, but they are all black-hearted businessmen from Marrakech. Most of them participate in the betting of the game.

In this way, there is naturally no fairness in the confrontation between the two teams.

In fact, there are no so-called referees and symbolic notaries in the game, and they don't pay attention to the formal rules at all. The real rule is very simple: as long as you kick the ball into the opponent's goal with your foot, you will score. Most of the referees ignore quarrels, quarrels, physical rushes, and even fights in the middle.

As long as the game can be played, there is no problem at all.

And now, there is such a gambling game on the football field. There are two temporary teams on the two sides, each of which is famous in the slums of the north of Marrakech... A gangster.

These gangsters make money by playing black ball games. Winning can naturally get a lot of commission. The result of failure is also very painful. Not only can they not get money, but their bodies are also likely to suffer a lot of harm.

For example, now on the court, a black-haired and yellow-skinned boy is being punched and kicked by a group of people.

"Bight him! Hit him hard! Jack, do you still dare to score? A big black man said and turned the black-haired boy to the ground with one foot.

Others also ran over, and it seemed that the blood was about to happen.

The spectators around the court were not nosy. They all looked lively, as if this was not a real fight, but watching a dance performance. Even the teammates of the black-haired boy all hid and watched, and there was no trace of help at all.

This dark-haired boy is called Don Jack. Li, a famous gangster in the slums of the North City of Marrakech, has lived here since he was a child. Since two years ago, he has been hired to play gambling games in order to make a living.

Don Jack is also very good.

At least in football, Don Jack is very talented, and his dream has always been to become a professional football player. In the slums of North City, Don Jack. Li is also a little famous. Many people like to hire Don Jack to play football.

However, this was also hated by others at the same time.

It's like this scene now, Don Jack. Li was surrounded by a group of people and punched and kicked in the middle, but no one came forward to pull the fight or help, and it was still in the game.

..............

When Huiming woke up, he saw this scene.

But unlike the lively audience around him, he was in the siege of many black men. Before Huiming could react to the situation, he saw a black foot kicking directly into his face fiercely.

"Amitabha, how can there be such a villain!"

Huiming is furious!

After living for more than 20 years, Huiming has always been a little master of the Shaolin School. Before his death, he even became the first person in the history of the Shaolin School, but now there is a strange-faced person who dares to kick him in the face with his feet.

is tolerable, which is unbearable!

According to the martial arts practice in his previous life, Huiming subconsciously grabbed the black foot with his hand, but when he tried hard, he found that he had no internal strength, which shocked him and remembered that he should be dead!?

Is this really a spiritual mountain!?

But now is not the time to consider this issue. When he found that he couldn't grasp the black foot, Huiming reacted and took off his strength slightly. He propped up his right arm and put his left foot on the man's legs fiercely.

"Get down!"

Being kicked by Huiming, the black fierce man lay on his back and fell to the ground. But Huiming didn't stop. He was still angry and wanted to step forward to return this harmful heart.

The next moment, Huiming stood up and put his hands together. He got up and said, "Good is rewarded with good, and evil is rewarded with evil. Lord, it is indeed time to repay evil!"

But as soon as the voice fell, another black foot flew from behind.

Huiming was cold behind him, and he realized that more than one person around him wanted to break his face. He was furious. He didn't know what was going on and was attacked by a group of people, and anyone would be furious.

Huiming suddenly turned around, dodged three punches and two feet, and took the opportunity to suddenly face the 'leg' area with his arms, holding the black leg. Huiming turned around and stretched out his right foot and kicked the man's crotch fiercely.

"The poor monk makes you a great son and grandson, so that you can convert to my Buddha!"

"Ah~~~" followed by a scream.

Several people next to him had not reacted. Just now, the boy dodged, which made their hearts full of anger. Several people still stretched out their fists and feet to hit Huiming.

Another solution. Huiming exhaled a little and lowered his body to avoid a punch. He lay on his back on the ground and kicked back with his feet. Several people around him were screaming bitterly by these kicks. They just wanted to fight back, but Huiming stood up and waved his fist and sent a straight punch.

With three punches and two feet, Huiming used a few simple basic moves of the Shaolin faction to solve the problem of most people's opponents.

This is not over yet.

On the left side, there was also a fish that missed the net. The shy black young man pushed back very cowardly under Huiming's anger, but Huiming did not come forward directly, but put his hands together and said with a merciful face, "Why did the donor fight with me for no reason? In order to get the donor out of the sea of suffering as soon as possible, the poor monk should do it by himself!"

Hearing this, the black young man was so scared that anyone who saw someone showing a pitiful expression after being beaten would feel cold sweat all over. More importantly, the painful and wailing companions around him reminded the black guy that the dark-haired teenager in front of him was not easy to mess with, at least he couldn't beat him.

This guy is also smart. He shouted 'ah~~~' and ran away.

"Thief, where to escape!"

Huiming stared, ran two steps quickly, and kicked straight. The man suddenly fell to the ground and fell to the dog and ate shit.

Huiming turned his head and looked around. Everyone fell to the ground and looked at him in fear, and then clapped his hands with satisfaction. At this time, he remembered the strange situation and looked at the surrounding environment, but he saw a group of strange-looking and dressed people in the distance, all looking at him with strange expressions, not knowing what he was thinking.

Huiming shook his head puzzledly, squatted down and grabbed a strange man lying on the ground, grabbed his collar, and asked, "Amitabha! Donor, why did you sneak up on me?"

"! @¥#%¥......!?" The strange man under him was stunned, but said a lot of words that he didn't understand.

Huiming was furious and punched the man's right eye again. Then he stroked his chest with his hand and slowly shouted 'sin, sin' in his mouth. Instead, he put his hands together and frowned and said, "Amitabha! Are you teasing the poor monk?

The man howled for a long time and said something inexplicable: "! @#¥%¥......%&??"

Looking like this, the man didn't mean to tease him. Huiming reacted and looked down at himself. Only then did he realize why his body became a little smaller and much younger?

More importantly, this body doesn't seem to be your own?

It doesn't seem to be, it's really not!

What's going on?

If you are not dead, why are you still alive? And the body has become like this?

Is this really a spiritual mountain?

Huiming hesitated and turned his head to look around. He saw pieces of double-decker small attices built staggered around. Each house seemed quite 'luxury', while the 'weirds' around looked weak.

Where is this?

Huiming was dumbfounded and said that this was a spiritual mountain. He himself did not believe that no matter which Buddhist scripture described the spiritual mountain should not be like this. But is it Abi Hell?

Impossible!

How can hell be so gorgeous and rich?

Dreamland?

Well, you can have this.

Huiming was full of doubts. At this time, he saw a very rich 'white-skinned weirdo' waving at him. Huiming pointed to himself with his finger to make sure that he was calling himself.

He walked over step by step.

When Huiming came to the man, the 'white-skinned weirdo' said something with a smile, and then patted him on the shoulder. Huiming grabbed his hand cleverly, and a nodding and waist-like figure next to him hurriedly smiled anxiously to explain what he said.

"Are you asking the poor monk to let him go? No malice?"

Huiming understood it, and then let go of the hand of the 'white-skinned weirdo'. The man gritted his teeth and twisted his wrist. He stared at Huiming. Then he took out a pile of exquisite 'small paintings' from his arms and reluctantly handed them over. Huiming carefully looked at these 'small paintings'. Each of them looked quite exquisite and can be called a masterpiece.

This is... For yourself?

"Amitabha, the poor monk is clear, this 'small painting' is extremely exquisite and valuable..."

"Brother!"

Huiming just wanted to continue to talk in order to push it away, but at this time, a cute little girl came over with tears on her face and stood beside Huiming and said, "Brother, let's go."

Is this a person from the Central Plains?

Huiming was stunned and looked at the girl's face. A sense of intimacy came from his heart. He touched the girl's hair and followed her directly out of the crowd. At this moment, Huiming also forgot what men and women were not close to, and he didn't realize what environment he was in at all.

So, he followed the little girl.

They walked two blocks together. Huiming walked while looking at the beautiful scenery around him. The two came to a 'beautiful' room, but the room was messy, and some strange things were messy in it.

Huiming looked at it one by one, and it seemed that every item was very attractive to him.

The little girl walked into the room, looked at Huiming, who was studying a pile of debris, and said with tears on her face, "Brother, don't play football again. Promise me, okay?"

Huiming didn't know why, so he realized something and turned to himself and asked, "Brother? Poor monk? Is your name "Brother Poor Monk?"

The little girl smiled, shook Huiming's hand and said, "Brother, what are you talking about!? However, my brother is great. He can win so many people!"

The praise of such a cute girl made Huiming feel a little shy. He touched the back of his head and smiled shyly.

At this moment, Huiming stared, but suddenly felt that there were a lot of complicated things in his brain. The impact of this large number of things suddenly poured in, which made him unable to withstand the fainting directly to the ground.

"Brother, what's wrong with you? Brother!" In the room, only the girl's frightened screams were left.