Martial arts colleagues: left-handed medicine and right-handed poison

Chapter 181 Shaolin and Gusu Murong's Liangzi
Li Yue looked at Duan Yu and Wang Yuyan who were hesitant to speak, shook his head and walked in front and said, "Let's go! Let's go to Leigu Mountain together."

Duan Yu and the others can only go together.

The group turned back and headed northeast.

After traveling for three days, in the afternoon, a group of people were drinking water and resting in a pavilion on the road. Suddenly they heard the sound of horse hooves behind them, and four horses galloped towards them from the way they came.

Four horses galloped up to the gazebo, and the passenger on the first horse called out: "Brother, brother, there is water in the pavilion, let's drink a few bowls to let the mounts rest." Said, jumped off the horse, walked into the gazebo, The remaining three also got off their horses.

When the four of them saw Li Yue and the others, especially Wang Yuyan, they hurried up to say hello.

Li Yue nodded slightly as a courtesy, walked to the water tank, picked up the earthenware bowl, and scooped out water from the tank to drink.

At first, the man was dressed in black, thin and small, with two mustaches and a fierce look on his face.

The second person was wearing a khaki robe, and was also thin and bony, but tall, with drooping eyebrows, and a sickly, violent face.

The third person was wearing a maroon red robe. He had a burly figure, big ears, and a thick gray beard under his chin. He looked like a wealthy businessman.

The last one was wearing an iron blue Confucian scarf, about fifty years old, squinting his eyes, as if reading too much had damaged his eyesight, but he didn't drink water, and drank by himself with a gourd of wine.

At this moment, a monk came striding forward on the opposite road, came outside the pavilion, clasped his hands together, and said respectfully: "All benefactors, the little monk is thirsty on the road, and I want to rest in the pavilion and drink a bowl of water." .”

The man in black smiled and said, "Master is very polite. We are all passers-by. We didn't build this gazebo. Come in and drink water."

The monk said: "Amitabha, thank you very much." He walked into the pavilion.

This monk was about twenty-five years old, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, a big flat nose, and a rather ugly appearance. The monk's robe was patched with many patches, but it was very clean.

He waited for the three people to drink, and then he approached the clear water tank, scooped up a bowl of water with a tile bowl, held it with both hands, lowered his eyes, and said in verse respectfully: "A bowl of water for Buddha's view, eighty thousand Four thousand worms, if you don’t recite this mantra, it’s like eating the flesh of living beings.”

Recite the mantra: "Bound Sidpramanisaha." After reciting, he picked up the bowl and drank water.

The man in black looked at it strangely and asked, "little master, what mantra are you chanting?" The monk said, "what the monk is chanting is the water-drinking mantra. Insects, monks are forbidden to kill, so I have to recite the drinking water mantra, so I can drink it." The man in black laughed and said: "The water is very clean, there is not a single worm, little master can really joke." The monk said "The benefactor doesn't know something. From the eyes of ordinary people in my generation, there are naturally no insects in the water, but my Buddha looks at the water with the eyes of heaven, and sees thousands of insects in the water." Heiyi asked with a smile: "After you recited the water-drinking mantra, eighty thousand If you drink four thousand worms into your stomach, the worms will not die?" The monk hesitated and said, "This... this... Master didn't teach it. Most of the worms will not die."

The man in yellow interjected: "No, no! The worms are still going to die, but after the little master recited the mantra, all [-] worms were reborn in the western sky and the eastern world. The little master drank a bowl of water, Eighty-four thousand sentient beings have been saved. The merit is immeasurable, the merit is immeasurable!"

The monk didn't know whether what he said was true or not, he held the bowl of water in both hands and was dazed, muttering: "Save [-] lives in one fell swoop? The little monk definitely doesn't have such great magic power."

The four formally Murong Fu and the others came up to say hello when they saw Wang Yuyan coming, but stopped them again when they saw Li Yue, they did not forget Xing Zilin, Li Yue almost killed Murong Fu.

Murong Fu's face changed drastically when he saw Li Yue.

That monk is Xu Zhu.

After Xu Zhu introduced his identity, Feng Bo evil came up to compete again.

Xu Zhu waved his hands again and again, said: "Young monk has low martial arts skills, how dare you fight with Shi?" Feng Bo sneered and said: "It's been a few days since I had a fight, my hands are very itchy, we have fought, but it's not a real fight, what are you afraid of?"

Xu Zhu took two steps back and said: "Although the young monk has practiced kung fu for several years, it is just for fitness. He cannot get into a fight." Feng Bo evil said: "All the monks in Shaolin Temple are very strong in martial arts. Monks who are new to martial arts, You are not allowed to step out of the mountain gate. Since the young master is able to come down from the mountain, he must be a first-class queen. Come, come! We have agreed to only use a hundred moves. It doesn’t matter who wins and who loses."

Xu Zhushuang took two steps back and said: "The donor didn't know something. The young monk came down the mountain in a row. It wasn't because his martial arts had peeked into the door. It was just because the temple sent disciples everywhere to deliver messages and there was a shortage of manpower, so he ordered the young monk to make up the numbers. Originally, the young monk had to make up for it. I have ten hero stickers with me. Master has ordered me to go back to the mountain immediately after I have given away these ten stickers. I must not use force with others. Now I have given away four of them and I still have six more. The donor is very good at martial arts. Please invite me. Receive this hero sticker." He took out an oilcloth bundle from his arms, opened it, took out a big red sticker, handed it over respectfully, and said: "Please tell me the donor's name, I will give you a report. Master."

Feng Bo E did not accept the post, and said: "You have never fought with me, how do you know that I am a heroic bear? Let's undo a few tricks first, and I will win you before I have the face to accept a hero post." He said. After taking two steps, the left fist is false and the right fist hits Xu Zhu.The fist is about to reach Xu Zhu's face, he retracts it immediately, shouting: "Hurry up and fight back!"

When Deng Baichuan heard Xu Zhu mention the words "hero sticker", he was fascinated and said: "Fourth brother, don't be busy competing, let's take a look at what is written on the hero sticker." He took the sticker from Xu Zhu's hand , see the post that says:

"Xuanci, the abbot of Shaolin Temple, Heshi respectfully invites the heroes of the world to come to Shaolin Temple in Songshan on the ninth day of the ninth month of the Double Ninth Festival to rejoice, to make good friends, and to see Gusu Murong's demeanor of 'using the way of the other, and giving it to the other'. "

With a sound of "Ah", he handed the sticker to the Confucian scholar beside him, and said to Xu Zhu: "The Shaolin faction held a hero conference to make things difficult for the Gusu Murong clan, so there is no need to hold a hero conference, I'm here to learn now The skill of the masters of the Shaolin school is that."

Xu Zhu took another two steps back, his left foot was already outside the gazebo, he said: "So it's the benefactor Feng. My master said, our temple respectfully invites the benefactor Murong Gusu to come to our temple, it's definitely not daring to offend. It's just that there are many people in the rivers and lakes It is rumored that in recent years, many heroes in the martial arts world have lost their lives under Gusu Murong's magical power of "using the way of the other, and giving back to the other". The monk's uncle, Master Xuanbei, passed away in the Shenjie Temple in Dali. I don't know Whether it has anything to do with the Murong clan in Gusu, everyone in our sect, from the abbot to the master, is suspicious, so we go to..."

Feng Bo evil rushed to say: "This matter, since we Gusu Murong family can't explain it clearly, we have to see the truth. How about it, let's have a fight today, it's like playing a gong and drum before performing a show, and talking Before this book, there was a period of "winning the first time", which was lively. On the ninth day of September, Feng Mou came to Shaolin Temple again, starting from the bottom, and fighting up one by one, happy, happy! Only the most can be played Seventeen or eight, Feng Mou was covered in bruises all over his body, and he couldn't move anymore, there was absolutely no chance to fight the old abbot Xuanci. It's a pity, a pity!" As he said, he was gearing up and was about to move forward .

Bao Tongtong said: "No, no. After explaining clearly, there is no need to fight. Fourth brother, don't miss this opportunity. If you want to fight, you can't explain clearly."

Deng Baichuan ignored him, said to Xu Zhu: "Deng Baichuan, this is my second brother Gongyegan." He pointed to the Confucian scholar, then pointed to the man in yellow and said: "This is my third brother My brother Bao is different, we are all Mr. Murong of Gusu and his subordinates."

(End of this chapter)