[Comprehensive martial arts] Holy Monk

Fang Tianzhi glanced at the sound and saw a bearded stool beside the long table, on which a middle-aged man was looking at him with a smile.

The man was slightly fat, with a fair face, wearing a lake blue cotton shirt, and half-worn soap shoes. Anyone who took a look at him would think that he was a simple but decent person.He had a pair of round eyes like black beans, and there was a smooth but not annoying kindness in his eyes. Seeing Fang Tianzhi looking over, he smiled and said: "After all, this boat is not big. The master taught the disciples, and I listened to it for a while. Ears, Master, don't take offense."

Fang Tianzhi didn't have any bad feelings towards this person, he heard the voice and said: "Why do you find it strange? Poor monks have nothing to say to others, and is there any reason in the world to be afraid of people listening? It's okay for a benefactor to listen."

The man with the round face became more and more happy when he heard the words, and he couldn't stop smiling and nodded.He held the bowl in one hand and the chopsticks in the other, but instead of putting them on the table, he cupped his hands in a vain manner, and said politely: "I am very pleased with the kind words. Although I am a little shy in my pocket, I invite you to eat." There is still money for the meal. You two are just giving, please don't refuse."

Fang Tianzhi pondered for a moment, then put his palms together calmly and said, "Thank you, benefactor. Dare I ask the benefactor's name?"

The round-faced man said: "Don't dare, my surname is Chen."

While the two were talking, Wushang had already stood up with Fang Tianzhi's acquiescence, and went to the table to serve hot beans and rice.The pock-marked sailor specially put half a mackerel into his bowl, Wushang saw his movements, and thanked him quite politely: "Thank you, benefactor."

The pock-marked sailor smiled and said, "Since there is a treat, the monk can eat as much as he can. But you'd better eat quickly."

Wushang held his rice bowl, raised his head and asked, "Why?"

The pock-marked sailor knocked the rice spoon on the wooden basin, and suddenly pulled out a shiny long knife from under the table with his backhand, but his face was still smiling: "Our captain will come on deck later, if you If you don’t finish eating quickly, you might lose your appetite.”

As soon as his long knife was lit, everyone on the deck fell silent.

The old woman who had been hiding in the corner bent her body even further, shivering with her bundle in her arms, and dared not even raise her head.The smile on the round-faced man's face froze immediately, and he sat on the stool like a piece of wood, only glancing at the pockmarked sailor's knife out of the corner of his eye.Besides these two, there was still a white-robed scholar sitting beside the long table.The scholar's face was sallow, and he was as thin as a clothes-horse, but he was very edible, and he had already swallowed a large bowl of rice in the blink of an eye.At this time, he was holding an empty bowl and was waiting for more food. He stretched his neck so long that against the heavy bamboo bookcase on his back, he looked like a skinny bastard who only put his head under the knife.

No matter how greedy the bastard was, he would not give someone his head to chop off, so when the scholar saw the knife, he almost retracted his neck and hid it in the book case.

Fang Tianzhi also looked at the pockmarked sailor's knife, but before he moved, Wushang spoke first.

Wushang stood alone in front of the table, without any panic or fear on his face, he just met the sailor's eyes and asked, "Why does the monk lose his appetite when the captain comes?"

The pock-marked sailor said leisurely: "Our captain has arrived. If you are still unwilling to pay the money to redeem your life, it is inevitable that some people will splatter three feet of blood. The smell of blood is all over the ship. Can the monk still eat?" He turned to Fang Tianzhi Smiled, "But the ship owner also ordered that anyone who pays will finish the meal, and as long as you can eat, you can eat."

Before he finished speaking, a little old man suddenly stepped out from the cabin door curtain with his hands behind his back.

It was an unremarkable little old man, with gray hair tied in a random bun, patches on his trouser legs, but a blouse on his upper body, exposing his bony chest.He walked out of the curtain with his hands behind his back, coughed twice like clearing his throat, and held a gleaming red copper pipe firmly in his hand.

Seeing him, the pock-marked sailor immediately said dog-leggedly: "The captain is here, you old man, sit down quickly." Saying this, he put the long knife away in his belt, took out a mustache stool and brushed his sleeves, and respectfully moved it to the little old man's buttocks. under.

The little old man, the captain of the boat, Shi Shiran, sat down and didn't look at anyone for a while. He just raised one foot and knocked the copper pipe pot on the shoe board.Then he said: "Did you invite the wrong person?"

The pock-marked sailor said: "You will never be wrong. There are still five people on board today, a small businessman, a frail scholar, an old woman, and two monks. Except for the two monks, the remaining three are from other places. An accent, with no foundation, will never cause any trouble."

The boat owner coughed twice, spit out a mouthful of phlegm over the side of the boat, and then slowly said: "We are a small family, this is a business without capital, and it is just a hard-earned money. It must... must We must pay attention to safety and reliability, not to cause trouble."

The pock-marked sailor flattered him: "You're right, the little ones will keep that in mind. These poor people will die in vain, and they won't even have a body collector."

The captain said, "Then what are you waiting for?"

Then the pock-marked sailor pulled out the long knife from his waist again, and said, "Look at it." Then he turned around, nailed the knife to the long table in front of the scholar, and smiled at him, "Scholars are not going out when they go out. Easy, bring a lot of money? In this vast sea, you have nowhere to run, nowhere to shout, life and death are in the mind of a man! Hurry up and pay, don’t be reluctant, this is life money! "

The scholar held his rice bowl pitifully, as if he had been petrified.

The pockmarked sailor said impatiently, "I counted to three, and before I saw the money, I threw you down to feed the fish."

The scholar tremblingly said: "I..."

The pockmarked sailor stretched out a finger and said, "One!"

The scholar looked around, as if he wanted to ask Fang Tianzhi for help, but seeing his gentle and handsome appearance, he really didn't look like someone capable of fighting, so he couldn't help showing a disheartened look.

The pockmarked sailor stretched out another finger: "Two!"

The scholar straightened his waist bent under the pressure of the bamboo book case, and murmured: "Don't count... I, I will pay the money. Does it mean that if you pay the money, you will not be killed?"

The pock-marked sailor stopped counting and said with a smile: "All the money in your body will buy your whole life! If you hide the money secretly, there will be an arm left to redeem, so we have to cut off your arm." gone."

The scholar's face was livid, he reached into his pocket with trembling hands, and said mournfully, "Okay, I admit it."

The pockmarked sailor was afraid that the scholar would play tricks, so he suddenly stepped close to him, pinched his wrist with one hand, and probed into his pocket with the other, and said with a smile: "I'll help you, so that you don't miss a penny, it's too bad yourself."

However, before he finished his sentence, the scholar suddenly shot out dozens of blue dots, shooting towards the pock-marked sailor like thunder and lightning!

The prickly-faced sailor was caught off guard, and only heard a few puffs of the hidden weapon entering his flesh. Before he could utter a scream, he was already thrown onto the deck by the force of the hidden weapon.In the dazzling evening light, the pockmarked face was covered with seven star nails, black blood gushed out from the skin, and it swelled out of shape in the blink of an eye!

The little old man holding the cigarette pot instantly jumped up from the stool, but the scholar was faster than him, and the long knife stuck on the table was already in his hand at some point!

In the blink of an eye, there were more horrible corpses on board.

The round-faced man kept retreating into the corner with a bearded stool, while the old woman in the corner was stunned for a while, then suddenly screamed: "Ah!!"

And the little old man froze while holding the pipe and pot, and his originally rickety body seemed to have shrunk a bit.He looked at the knife in the scholar's hand and said without tears: "It turned out to be a heroic young man. The little old man lost his eyes and ran into Your Excellency. He deserves death! Let the villain be a fart."

The scholar smiled politely, but he looked even more inexplicably ferocious than the eight-foot villain, he said: "It's easy to say, easy to say. Originally, the uncle has important things to worry about, and he doesn't want to get entangled with you low-class people, but you insist on doing it in Tai Sui." It’s breaking ground.” He looked around again, and said with a smile, “You know how to do business, these poor ghosts died in vain, and the money they get is very clean.”

The little old man bowed his head and said: "Where, where. We are just relying on a few fools to try our best to eat, and we really can't get on the stage. If the old man is wise enough, I will give you all the small family fortunes of these years, just asking for a ransom." , just ask for a ransom!"

The scholar said: "Do you still want to live?" He sighed, "The uncle has already said that he has important things to worry about. Now that he has shown his whereabouts with you, how can I dare to let go of a person on your boat? As for your Qian, as long as I kill you, the money will be on the boat, so will it be possible to run away with long legs?"

Captured by his fierce light, the little old man stood still and did not dare to move. He burst into tears and cried: "My lord, the little old man can't stand it! How can I take on this? I'm just a cook, and I don't want to see big scenes." Son, I really don’t want to lose my life!”

The scholar smiled and said, "Why don't you just be an honest cook?" Then he walked forward with his knife in hand.

Fang Tianzhi was holding half of the cornbread, and was working hard secretly, ready to block people, but he heard the face-faced man on the opposite side coughed lightly, covering his mouth, and said: "Brother, wait a moment. The so-called being a human being stays on the line. In the future Nice to meet you. This old man has promised to pay for his life, you must kill him, isn’t this driving him to a dead end?”

The scholar turned around, as if surprised at his boldness, looked him up and said: "If you push him to a corner, don't you just leave it to me?"

The round-faced man took out a handkerchief from his sleeve to wipe off his sweat, and persuaded him, "How do you know that he won't drag you to a dead end too? In doing things, you should be kind to others. Why don't you let it go and let everyone be happy?" ?”

Taking advantage of the scholar turning his head, the old man backed away silently like a dexterous monkey.But he obviously could take the opportunity to slip down to the deck, but he hoped that Ai Ai would not really leave. He just stood by the cabin well and looked around, holding a pipe and a pot.

The scholar was not in a hurry to take care of him, he had already seen that the old man and the pockmarked sailor were ordinary people and did not know much about martial arts, so he just stared at the round-faced man coldly, and said in a harmonious voice: "You might as well Think for yourself, and don't speak for others. He is dead, and it will be your turn next."

The round-faced man couldn't help wiping his sweat again, touched his chest and sighed: "Oh, why did it go to such a point?" He said, and glanced at the old man, "Why haven't you had an attack yet? Are you getting old and confused?"

As soon as these words fell, the whole crew couldn't help being startled, because his tone was like that of a superior, not like a boat passenger, but like the little old man's master.

The old man was very angry, shrank his head and replied: "It's almost time! This man has eaten so much, I don't know why he hasn't poured out the medicine yet, but it's almost time!"

The round-faced man breathed a sigh of relief, and said, "That's good. If he still has the strength, you don't even want to cook for the rest of your life! Unless it's absolutely necessary, your boss, I don't like to fight with others, and kindness can make money."

The old man smiled awkwardly, and hurriedly said: "The proprietor is right. The younger one will go down first, so don't disturb the proprietor's business."

When the scholar heard this, his expression changed drastically.He was not in a hurry to slash at people, but stood still. After waiting for a while, his legs suddenly began to tremble, and in the blink of an eye, he fell to the ground as soft and slippery as noodles.The book case on his back suddenly touched the hardwood on the deck, and there was a crisp sound of gold and jade clashing inside.

The round-faced man said: "Look at your situation, I advise you not to practice kung fu. The old man is not good at cooking, but anesthetics are his ancestral skills. The more you practice kung fu, the faster the medicine will dissipate."

The scholar's face was as pale as a paper man.He looked at the round-faced man, forced a smile and said, "So you are the owner of the ship?"

The round-faced man said: "That's right, it's my servant." As he spoke, he raised his voice and shouted, "Two people, tie me up with this thief!"

Hearing the sound, two sailors came out of the cabin. Looking at their burly backs, they both had a lot of strength.This time maybe they got the little old man's advice, they both tied rattan plates on their arms, so as not to be hurt by hidden weapons again.The scholar was helpless, and after a while his long shirt was stripped off and he was pressed on the deck and tied tightly.

The round-faced man saw that all the hidden weapons on his body had been searched, so he approached and sighed: "Pocket was killed by you. I was very sad and embarrassed. He died on the boat, so I naturally want to give him a piece of paper at home." A sum of money for the burial, otherwise who would be willing to work with me in the future? But I am really ashamed of my pocket, how can a large amount of money fall from the sky?" He said, took a rattan card, and picked up the bamboo with a pole. Shukai, "Fortunately, he died by your hands."

After saying that, the lid of the book case was turned over, revealing several boxes of different sizes.

The round-faced man picked up a small cotton bag, took out a gold ingot worth two taels, and looked at the color in the setting sun.After looking at it, he said: "This ingot of gold is suitable for feeding Mazi's family."

The book moved his lips, forced himself to smile calmly and said, "I'm not as skilled as others, so if I fall, I will fall. It's just that I'm paying for my life, so does the boatman count?"

The round-faced man said sternly: "I don't like killing people, so you can buy your life with money. It's just that the money is mine now, what are you buying your life with?"

The scholar was about to hiss to argue, when the sailor gagged his mouth with a rag, and was dragged into the cabin like a pig.

The round-faced man put the lid on the bookcase lovingly, turned around, looked at everyone with a kind expression, and said, "Don't worry, you three. Of course he can't buy his life, but you can do it. You don't kill me if you pay the money, my lord." Never lie to others." As he spoke, his eyes turned from the old woman to Fang Tianzhi, and he said apologetically, "I have always treated boat passengers equally, and monks have to spend money to pay for their lives. But I invite Master to dinner, It still counts, although the master and disciple can eat to their full."

Wushang suddenly asked: "Isn't there an anesthetic in your meal?"

The round-faced man didn't change his face, and said with a smile: "What if there is anesthetic in the meal, you can sleep soundly when you are full. As long as you pay for your life, your head will still be on your neck when you wake up. If the little monk doesn't like it, my lord You can also provide an antidote, you see, I also ate, don't I still stand up?"

Wushang didn't say anything, just looked back at Fang Tianzhi.

Fang Tianzhi was holding half of the cornbread, and when he saw that everyone was looking at him, he said, "Amitabha, does the benefactor want to kill the scholar?"

The round-faced man smiled and said: "How come? Killing him is just a dirty place, not worth it. There must be a big lawsuit on him, tie him up and send him to the six gates, maybe he will get a reward."

Fang Tianzhi frowned slightly, smiled and said: "The poor monk can rest assured." He still sat still, and even poured some pickles on the nest, and continued slowly, "The poor monk will never Those who are willing to buy their lives with money can't bear to see that old woman buy their lives with money. Since the rules of the benefactor are broken, the benefactor has a knife at hand, so why not try to see if he can take the poor monk's life away."