Chapter 75 Dragon and Tiger

The head monk sat on top of the top of the monk, looking at the two green clothes with some fun in his eyes, did not take action first, and nibbled at the chicken legs like a breeze.

Two people in blue were wary of unknown monks. Hearing that there was no footsteps behind them, they scolded in their hearts. This is not the time for Qin Shubao to play the young master's temperament!

The original intention was to make sure that Qin Shubao was protected by a dark pile behind him, but he didn't want to encounter such a difficult situation. Hearing what Qingyi said, he did not leave, but stood firmly and said briefly, "Don't retreat!"

The two words are like the power of a thousand pounds, injected into the body of Qingyi, and the momentum suddenly turns, with a little more fighting spirit!

Starting to shake Kunlun, although death is still glorious!

When the young monk saw that the two Qingyi's fighting spirit increased, he looked at Qin Shubao with considerable interest. His fierce face looked like a hungry tiger. Qin Shubao, who was stared at, shook his mind slightly, and he was as determined as in blue clothes and was fearless.

"Hahaha..."

The monk laughed a few times, threw away the chicken bones, and rushed to Qin Shubao and his party like a meteor falling to the ground.

The two green clothes stepped on the ground like thunder, and their four fists were like the wind, and they went straight up, while Qin Shubao stood still and refused to take half a step back.

The head monk's spirit is full of vitality, and the Tibetan red robe swings a man's fist. His hands are like hooks, and he captures a man back. The overlord raises the tripod and follows quickly with one leg, like wearing clouds and cranes. The raised eyes in blue clothes are cold, twisting down his waist and knees, kneeling straight, which can relieve the head monk's foot.

Another blue-clothed whip came as scheduled, as if he had never considered the life and death of his companions. The lew smiled, threw away one person in his hand, blocked it with one hand, copied it again, and his fingertips were like knives, and crushed the trousers in blue clothes.

The three people stood up again, and the breath of the monk was even. The two green clothes were a little embarrassed, and their strength was immediately clear.

The two exhaled and inhaled, one force and one strength, four hands hooked, one shouted loudly, and turned their bodies to drive the other person. The two rotated like a windmill. The monk ignored it and stood still, waiting for the attack.

Rotating to the highest speed, the two took off their hands. One shot straight at the head monk like a sharp arrow, and the other breathed slightly and hurriedly followed.

The monk nodded slightly. This joint attack technique is indeed a little powerful, but the shortcomings are also obvious, but will he care?

He patted his hands seventeen times in a row, and stopped the momentum of Qingyi's progress. When he was not new, he kicked away, and then calmly faced another Qingyi. His feet rolled like a pipa's fingers. Qingyi had bitter words and stubborn support. In ten breaths, he was found a flaw and kicked to the ground.

The biggest backing was kicked to pieces, and Qin Shubao was still as firm as a mountain. He looked at the lewd monk coldly, took a step forward and asked, "Master, can you take my life?"

"Interesting! Interesting!"

Answering the question like Zen language, the monk turned around and came out over the wall, leaving several people confused.

After the danger, Qin Shubao's tough appearance collapsed in an instant. Looking at the two blue clothes, Qin Shubao did not care too much. Instead, he ordered, "Quickly heal the injury and order someone to replace you!"

The two green clothes kowtowed their heads and walked out of the yard step by step, no longer the master demeanor.

Qin Shubao's indifference not only did not chill their hearts, but made them appreciate it. The master can not retreat in the face of the war, decisive in the battle, and not chaotic after the war, which is enough for them to find the target.

Night will fall, and the sound of evening classes will be heard in the temple.

Walking in the temple, Qin Shubao had some sadness on his face, and he had to think about a problem - assassination!

The world wants the head of Qin Huxiang, not to mention ten thousand, there are also 5,000, including many royal relatives of the previous dynasty, but the Qin family is like an iron wall, how many people can break through it? Qin Hu's head can't get it, and the next target is naturally Qin Shubao. Can this not make him worry?

Qin Shubao doesn't know how many people have died in the dark, nor how many people have died for him, but he is still alive and lives very well, which is enough to explain many problems.

"Alas, I'm not afraid of thieves, but I'm afraid of thieves. I guess that's what it looks like." With a lament, Qin Shubao, who couldn't think of any feasible way, had a deep hatred on his face.

"Lord, why is it so sad? You might as well come in and talk about it."

Looking up, Qin Shubao smiled bitterly, but he didn't expect to wander to the hospital.

"Master, I'm bothering you!"

The world said that the monk can solve the pain of life and death, and Qin Shubao also wants to listen to see if he can solve the troubles in his heart.

As soon as he opened the door, Qin Shubao was eager to close the door. The monk sitting with the abbot would not let Qin Shubao go. With one hand sucking, Qin Shubao slipped into the room.

The door closed itself and also turned off all the ideas of Qin Shubao's escape.

patting the dust on his body, Qin Shubao saluted politely and said, "The two masters are polite."

"Interesting! Interesting!"

The abbot announced the Buddha's name and said, "Don't mind, this master likes this, not to embarrass the prince."

Qin Shubao nodded like pounding garlic. If he hadn't seen the lewd monk take action, Qin Shubao might scold him a few times, but at this moment, even if he borrowed a few dogs, he would not dare to make trouble.

"The poor monk's name is silent, and the prince can call it casually. This master, the prince is called Master Zuke.

Hearing the abbot's name 'ji', Qin Shubao was surprised and asked without a moment's question, "Doesn't the master know that death is death?"

The silent abbot smiled, looked kindly, saluted the Buddha with one hand, and said, "What is life? What is death? Knowing life and death is free!"

The head monk nodded, with a fierce face, like Shura, and the abbot of the silence was opposite.

The Zen language is profound. Qin Shubao didn't understand, so he said unpretentiously, "Forgive me for not understanding! If nothing happens, Xiaosheng will not disturb the elegant conversation between the two masters.

"I just heard that there was some sadness in the prince's words. Can you tell me? The poor monk may solve the problem for the prince.

The pie fell from the sky and hit Qin Shubao's arms, but Qin Shubao pushed it away. "Some common things will only make the master want to stain cause and effect, not to mention it."

The abbot of the silence did not force it. He nodded slightly, respectfully worshipped the lewd monk beside him, and said, "The master is really a very human being. Can he get out of the world, prove Bodhi, and universal?"

The corners of the monk's mouth were upturned, like a traitor, and he slapped his stomach and said, "My Buddha is my heart!"

The abbot shouted and said shamely, "The poor monk is taught!"

Qin Shubao, who was put aside by the two, listened tastelessly and did not want to guess the riddle they said. He was ready to leave, but he heard the silent abbot say, "Does the prince know his fate?"

"Foretelling? I didn't count it."

"Can you listen to the poor monk's nagging?" The silent abbot got up, and Qin Shubao hurriedly nodded and responded.

"The prince's life is the life of a dragon and a tiger, which is very noble."

Qin Shubao smiled, took out a few silver tickets from his arms, and said with a smile, "This is the cost of repairing your temple."

The abbot nodded and took it. Looking at Qin Shubao, he said with a serious face, "The poor monk doesn't want the prince's money."

I've never seen such a shameless one! After receiving the money, he said he didn't want money. What did he do earlier?

shook his face and deliberately let the abbot see it. Qin Shubao learned to salute the Buddha with one hand and asked, "Master, can you tell me one or two?"

"Buddha can't say anything!"

Qin Shubao rolled his eyes and said to himself, "The dragon is the lord of the wind and clouds, the tiger is the king of beasts, and the combination of dragons and tigers means that I am not the emperor? If this is the case, please bless Zhutian Jialan and other gods.

The silent abbot was like entering the house. He had never heard Qin Shubao's rebellious words. The monk patted the table, laughed three times, and said happily, "Interesting! Interesting!"

When he met two magic sticks, Qin Shubao also admitted that he was unlucky, but he couldn't beat them. He couldn't escape, so he had to talk nonsense: "My people are like dragons. Can you flatten the clouds with me?"

When this word came out, both of them were silent.

After a few breaths, the silent abbot shouted 'Amitabha' sadly. Qin Shubao listened strangely and said a few words in his heart.

The lew-headed monk stood up and recited a few Buddhist scriptures, then pushed the door and left. The silent abbot then said a few words, 'Good and good'.

Qin Shubao, who was confused, continued to be confused, without any clue, let alone any epiphany.

"You son, if you have something to do, you can leave by yourself."

Looking at the kind-looking face, Qin Shubao really wanted to step on a few feet. His feelings had no backing, so he let people leave by themselves. Too lazy to pretend, Qin Shubao didn't even say hello and left.

"Mun, it's easy to go! Come again."

Why do you feel like you have just walked out of the check bar when you hear Qin Shubao?

Without a few steps, a shadow passed by. After Qin Shubao reacted, the shadow had already left, leaving only one sentence: "Borrow money to buy some wine and meat!"

"What's the fate of a son of a bitch! Bullshit monk! Bullshit red monkey! He was secretly robbed when he entered the door and was robbed when he went out. Let people step on this place another day..."

The abbot stood at the door, looking at Qin Shubao, who scolded all the way back, closed his eyes and said, "My Buddha is merciful!"