A Panda's Martial Arts

The big stick fell on his body again and again, and the panda felt as if he had been finely sliced ​​into sausages——

But the old monk still had little strength, and sometimes the bone could not be broken after seven or eight knocks, so he had to let the young man Song Dong take over and hammer again.The big hammer is eighty, the small hammer is forty, the old and the young seem to be forging iron on the panda.

And the panda itself is that piece of iron.

"So, why don't we still do surgery, this simple method..."

"Are you dissatisfied with the 200-year massage history of the Reclining Buddha Temple?"

The old monk's eyes stared straight away, and his hands were heavy, causing the panda to groan in pain.

"I started to feel bones at the age of 15. I have felt them for almost 60 years. When I was young, I worked in a Bangkok hospital for 30 years. That is to say, I became a monk and became a monk. Otherwise, when will it be your turn to see a doctor? I have felt it. There are more bones than any bamboo you have eaten, so if you don’t want the bones to be crooked, just shut your mouth.”

"Uh..." The panda closed its mouth obediently. At this time, the world is not as big as the doctor.

And the old monk still didn't say anything, that is, the panda's current condition is impossible to be taken to the hospital for regular surgery, and it is already very good to have earth prescriptions, which is also a last resort.

What's more, it is a great test for the doctor to use this rough technique to heal the injury perfectly.

The old monk was already sweating profusely just after treating his left arm, but the panda hurt more than just his left arm—until it was dark and the old monk had worked for more than ten hours. Tired and paralyzed on the ground.

And beside him, the hastily prepared surgical instruments were scattered all over the floor.

Obviously, facing the serious injury on the panda, the old monk reneged on his promise. He couldn't just use bone-setting techniques.

"Did you get run over by a cock?"

The old monk wiped off his sweat, and the panda's blood stained his head and face.

"A rib almost got stuck in your lung. It's a miracle that you're alive...Forget it, it's a miracle that a panda can talk."

The panda was already in so much pain that he couldn’t speak, and the little anesthetic Songdong found couldn’t make him unconscious——

In fact, if the bones of the whole body were not broken, the struggle caused by pain alone would not make the operation successful.

Only Song Dong, who is in his prime, still has some physical strength, he insisted on finding some food for them with his exhaustion, and the old monk couldn't hold it anymore, so he simply unscrewed the nutrient solution that was supposed to be given to the panda, and gulped it up .

"The general direction is no longer a problem. For small details, it depends on the recovery situation in the past few days."

Heaving a sigh of relief, the old monk took the wet towel from Song Dong and wiped his face.

"I'll stay here for a while, so you don't mess around...Why are you looking at me like this? Elders come to live in your house and plan to drive them out?"

"I didn't mean it that way."

Song Dong smiled awkwardly, but then his face became serious.

"But I remember that you usually don't leave the temple for too long... What's the matter? Is something wrong?"

"It's just your boy who has good eyesight."

Seeing that the thoughts in his heart were seen, the old monk also sighed and began to talk about his own difficulties.

As a well-known Buddhist holy place in Siam, the Temple of the Reclining Buddha has always been the leader of the religious circles in Yongxia City. Although there are still many beliefs in Siam, they have always been in peace with each other——

But for some reason recently, a large number of local residents suddenly turned their heads to worship Ganesha, the elephant-headed god.

It stands to reason that this kind of change between beliefs is normal in itself. After all, for the common people, gods are the same thing, which one is useful to worship, but the expansion of the Ganesha belief is obviously a bit abnormal. With gang support, the whole thing looks weird no matter how you look at it.

Of course, these are not the most troublesome things for the old monk.

"They want to find some religious people to create momentum for Ganesha."

The old monk shook his head and sighed.

"I don't know that. Going there will also cause trouble for others. It's better to go to the countryside to hide and be clean."

"Uh..." Panda and Song Dong looked at each other, and they all fell silent.

If Song Dong just vaguely sensed that something was wrong, then Panda knew what it meant——

Obviously, there is a high probability that this is the handwriting of the giant elephant, and the giant elephant has already made some moves, "It actually showed up on its own initiative..."

The panda's pupils shrank.

If there is an action, the flaw will be exposed.

He was very curious about what that giant elephant was trying to do.

190 Nine chapters of famous scenes

North of Yongxia City, Nonthaburi.

Just like many monks, priests, priests, priests, and Rinpoches lived in the imperial capital of a big northern country, there are also many "strange people and strange people" living in Yongxia City——

Most of them are messengers who can communicate with the gods, or sages who have mastered hidden knowledge, at least in their self-descriptions, and their followers often think so.

The main job of these people is to handle various religious affairs, and maintain their noble status by creating mystery. After establishing their dignity, they can give people directions and collect some expensive offerings by the way.

"But you've brought too much."

Located in the Qin Yetang in Nonthaburi, an old man with white hair and childlike face sits high on the main seat, with a dignified appearance.

The old man's name is Tong Pala, a well-known psychic in Siam. He is known as the "Dragon King". It is said that he has given advice to many famous people. .

And now, in front of this living god, several gang members are sitting there respectfully.

"It's part of our hearts."

The leading gang member took out a photo from his pocket while smiling.

"I came here this time to ask you to help us take a look."

"I already knew why you came here."

The old man with white hair and childlike face took the photo calmly, but he was muttering in his heart.

There is something wrong with this battle. Ordinary people come to look at the photos by themselves. Who would let someone bring photos over——

Not to mention the people in front of him, even if he had never learned acquaintances, he could tell that they were not good people. He wanted to be acquainted but he was so mysterious. What was wrong with him?

Could it be that the photo in his hand is of a Siamese political figure?These people want to let him see if this person can become the prime minister?

To be fair, this job was not easy to take on, and it would be very troublesome for people like them to be involved in political struggles.

But the cash boxes these people brought were too heavy.

Even for the sake of piousness, the old man decided to do a good job.

Even if it's just a nice thing to say...

"Uh……"

Seeing what was in the photo, the old man choked.

The image in the photo is not a political figure, but it is clearly a huge white elephant with six tusks.

Obviously wearing a cassock and a crown, but no matter how bright the treasures are, they can't cover up the fierce and evil aura of the white elephant——

Especially the pair of eyes of the white elephant, there is no dullness of a beast at all. Even if it is just a photo, those wise and vicissitudes of eyes seem to have seen through his heart.

"Old man."

Just as the old man looked carefully at the photo in front of him, the leader of the gang spoke.

"Help me find out, is he a god?"

"No! Absolutely not!"

The old man directly took the photo on the table, his beard blowing and his eyes staring in a dignified manner.

Although he admits that he has been lying most of the time in his life, but now it is one of the few times when he is really telling the truth——

Although part of it was due to the weight of piety, at least at this moment, the old man knew that his actions were absolutely right.

"This is obviously a monster. You should go to hunters or the army to kill it. How can you think it is a god!"

"you!"

Several gang members have already stared, and some have even clenched their fists.

The leader of the gang took a deep breath and pushed the photo back.

"Please take another look."

The gang leader managed a polite smile.

"Don't you think that he is the Ganesha we respect, Ganesha the Ganesha?"

"how is this possible!"

The old man shook his head again and again.

"Although the elephant god has 32 incarnations, the main form of expression is the appearance of a young child, because he is the son of Shiva and the snow mountain goddess Parvati. He is mainly in charge of wealth and destiny, and is also the god of knowledge representing wisdom. ...and another very important point."

Seeing the weight of piety, the old man decided to clarify the doubts for these young people.

"The real elephant god only has long tusks on the left, and the tusk on the right is broken. The dick in the photo has six teeth, which is obviously a monster that came out of nowhere. Listen to my advice, don't be yourself To face this vicious beast, it is best..."

"Old bastard! What are you talking about!"

Before the old man could finish speaking, the gang leader in front of him grabbed his collar.

Immediately afterwards, an old punch landed on his face.

His brain was already beaten, the old man was dragged into the car like a chicken, and drove to the plantation in the outskirts before the gang members put the old man down.

He was locked in a small black room with other magic sticks.

It wasn't until now that the old man knew that those gangs had not only found him, but also found a lot of colleagues - but the reaction of the colleagues was probably the same as him, obviously they were tied up because they said something wrong.

But it's okay to think about it, who would think that a cock would be a elephant god?

And he was right, the image of Ganesha has always been a toddler, and the six-toothed cock in the photo is simply...

"Crack-"

Just when the old man and his colleagues were thinking wildly, light shone into the confinement room.

But not from the direction of the door.

But from mid-air.

The solid roof was lifted, and a huge creature hung its head.

It was the most terrifying behemoth they had ever seen in their life.