Chapter 3 The Lone Monk Asks Stupidity Along the Road

The monk, who was called a wise man, said nothing. Looking at his face, he seemed to be the most calm. He thought for a moment and whispered, "This man is extremely rude. He dares to abuse us and let this foreign monk listen. He doesn't think that you and the four of us are the villains bullying men and women. This is very bad for us. The reputation..."

He pointed to the stupid monk with his hand, who was squatting down and helping to move the beaten man to the side of the road. When he heard about himself, he raised his head and looked at him angrily.

At this time, Yizhi sighed, turned his words, and said, "However, monks should take compassion, and Buddha's words should be rewarded. Today, he has taught this person a lesson, so let's forget it at this time..."

His words were unexpected. The stupid monk was stunned when he heard it, but he heard the angry shout:

"That's it, how can this work?"

saw the wisdom wave his hand at him and said, "However, we happened to hear what he said about us, and we didn't know how many bad things this man said behind our back, and we didn't hear it?"

"Don't beat around the bush. What should we do?" I am eager to say.

"Good..." Yizhi nodded slowly and said, "It's also said that the cycle of heaven is not good, this..."

Speaking of this, he looked at the beaten man on the ground again. Seeing that he was not tall, he was tied to his waist in a single dress, and his skinny upper body. He looked at the young child again. He staggered and said, "I see this child lively, clever and clever. It's still a great tonic to cook and eat it!"

"I can't do it!" The beaten man was shocked and couldn't take care of the pain in his mouth, so he quickly shouted.

"How can the father return the son and the heavenly principle is clear?" The wisdom pretended to be strange and said, "The poor monk is also doing according to God's principle. Don't think of me as the strong man who robs his family."

"You monks are so unreasonable!" The stupid monk stood up and shouted, "First, you hurt people at will, but now you want to eat this child. Do you deserve to be a monk!"

The four people laughed when they heard the stupid and angry scolding.

Qi Miao looked coldly at the teahouse and saw the four monks wearing gray-brown silk jackets, hanging magic beads and a ring knife hanging around their waist. Zhou Hanzhi whispered to her at this time, "Sister, these four are practitioners. You might as well take a look first and then help."

He used Huangting's technique to look at anger and found that there was no true qi in the fool's body, while the four monks on the opposite side were not weak. Seeing the true qi flowing in his sister's body, he thought that he had moved the idea of helping the fool, and it was difficult to stop it, so he had to persuade him euphemistically.

He still has doubts in his mind. If there is no foundation, how did this fool save the child before?

But when he saw the four fierce monks, the monk in the middle suddenly said strangely, "Well, three brothers, you see, this monk is also tall and strong. If you stand with our four brothers, it will also be full of matches. Then monk, what's your name?"

"The poor monk's name is stupid!" I saw the stupid answer angrily, "However, I don't want to be brothers with you vicious monks!"

"Hee, it's not a brother. Our brothers are big on one side and ranked first together, so they are called one Ming, one heart, one learning and one wisdom." He smiled and said, "If you come, you can only rank second, and you can be called two fools or two idiots."

This is said, but it doesn't need to be distinguished by fools. He interrupted impatiently, "Oh, don't talk to his mother-in-law anymore. Yiming, you go and pick up the child. Let's go to the Hongli Building and cook the baby while drinking!"

"Good!" That Yiming answered and strode forward. He was stupid and couldn't let him hurt the child and stood up in front of Yiming.

"Grandpa, get out of here!" Yiming danced a bowl of big fist and hit the fool's chest fiercely, but he heard a thump. He shouted in surprise. Under a punch, he seemed to hit the iron wall of the copper wall. The fool's body did not shake, and he was as motionless as a mountain cliff.

Thinking that Ming Ping has always been a brave and ruthless person, seeing that his blow was fruitless, he pulled out his waist knife and cut off the stupid head with a knife.

With a stupid crack, he folded his hands and clamped his waist knife. He asked harshly, "How dare you kill in the light of day?"

"Grandpa is going to kill you today!" Yiming's face smiled fiercely, and his hands were even more vigorous. He looked at the knife that was about to fall on the stupid head. At this moment, he only heard a stupid roar, and his hands were like tiger tongs. With a sudden force, he actually pinched the waist knife. He took the opportunity to punch it on a bright lower abdomen.

With a roar, he only felt that the stupid fist broke his stomach and directly stirred up his internal organs. His body was in severe pain. He immediately covered his stomach and fell to the ground. When he looked at it again, he actually foamed at his mouth and rolled his eyes.

"Good, you evil monk!" He was furious and rushed over without saying a word. He only heard a sound. He pulled out his knife and swish again, stopping his waist and cutting at the fool.

This monk's character was fierce, but he took action quickly. This time, the fool did not stop him and was cut to his waist with a knife!

The monk was overjoyed and looked up, but was shocked. It turned out that this knife was cut on the waist of the fool, which was like hitting a golden stone, broken into two pieces. The fool took the opportunity to wave his fist and concoct it in the same way. When the fool punched the strong wind and was about to hit the heart, he saw a heart cry. A fire spewed out.

He was shocked and hurriedly retreated and waved his fists to block the flames. This time, he hid in time. Except for a burning smell on his sleeves and his head and face were only stained with a little sparks, he did not suffer much damage.

The heart smiled coldly, raised the half-cut knife with his right hand, and another flame sprayed on the broken knife. He pointed to the broken knife with his left hand and said something in his mouth. Before long, he saw that the fire on the knife did not disperse, and converged into a flame, and the momentum was soaring to the sky.

The fool's eyes were shocked, and Qi Miao's cry was not good. She was about to turn over and jump out of the teahouse to help. Zhou Hanzhi pulled the corner of her clothes beside her and advised, "Wait a minute..."

I saw a broken knife that was burning with flames, and another knife came to the fool. This knife came fiercely and urgently. The fool stared at it, but there was no way.

At this time, suddenly the sword on the roof of the east room flashed, and a sword spirit shot like an arrow away from the string. When he was shocked, he hurriedly raised the broken knife to block himself. However, the sword was extremely fast and fast. Under one blow, it extinguished the broken knife fire. Flame, and the momentum did not diminish, and it hit the heart fiercely.

I only heard a scream and spit out a large mouthful of blood, and my body fell on my back.

"It's coming!" Zhou Han stopped.