Almighty flower care master

The misty mist is like a veil.

Holding a big black umbrella in his hand, Qin Yang covered himself and Fenghuang's heads, standing by the river, facing the wind, watching the battle between the scholar and the Living Buddha.

When Qin Yang came, he didn't bring an umbrella. The umbrella was reserved for the guests in the teahouse. It was practical but ugly, but the combination of handsome men and beautiful women was still enough to interweave into a beautiful scenery.

In a battle between masters, the difference is like using the black tiger to dig out the heart and the Nine Suns Magic Art. Naturally, it is not comparable to ordinary people...Of course, maybe the two of them will also use the basic move of the black tiger to dig out the heart, but its power is not the same And language.

In the torn rain curtain, light intersects, red and white figures, criss-crossing in the gentle wind and drizzle, the wind and rain, with every impact of them, become sharp knives, making it difficult for people to get close.

In the distance, many guests had already come out to watch. All of them opened their mouths wide and puffed up their eyes, looking at the living Buddha and the scholar fiercely fighting together like a ghost.

Everyone has a fantasy dream in their hearts, but this dream gradually disappears with the increase of age, experience and life pressure. However, disappearance does not mean that it does not exist, but it lacks an incentive to stimulate.

"Oh my god, are my eyes dazzled? They're flying."

"God, is this a movie? How can they be so good."

"Yeah, I feel that one punch from that monk is enough to knock a mountain into the air... Is this the legendary Huaxia Kung Fu? I thought it could only be seen in movies. I'm so surprised..."

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Everyone was talking in low voices, and the shock was beyond words.

Qin Yang looked in the direction where the Living Buddha and the scholar were fighting, and asked, "That monk, is the Living Buddha?"

"Yes."

"The Living Buddha is not involved in the world, how could he come down the mountain?" Qin Yang asked suspiciously.

"I heard that he came to look for Buddhist relics." Fenghuang said.

Buddhist sacred objects?

Hearing this, Qin Yang faintly felt that something was wrong. Could the so-called holy object be his own Buddha of Subduing Demons?

If what Fenghuang said just made Qin Yang doubtful, then the appearance of An Yiqing made Qin Yang confirm this fact.

Sure enough, crouching Buddha has a great mystery,

"Damn it, I was framed by this bastard." Qin Yang gritted his teeth.

"The holy object is with you, right?" Phoenix asked.

"Of course not." Qin Yang would never admit such a thing. If Fu Mo Buddha is really a holy object, wouldn't it be hateful for him to speak out.

"Don't deny it, it's with you, I know it." Fenghuang said firmly.

Qin Yang is about to vomit blood, since you know it, then you still ask knowingly, isn't this a joke?

Qin Yang was worried that Phoenix would covet his treasure, so he didn't want to talk more about this topic, instead he asked: "What's the matter with the Living Buddha's eyes?"

When Qin Yang and Lin Weiwei were shopping, they met the Living Buddha once, and Lin Weiwei gave the Living Buddha 100 yuan, Qin Yang was very impressed.

"He has no eyes." Fenghuang said flatly.

"Why?" Qin Yang asked puzzled.

"It is rumored that the Living Buddha has opened the eyes of the sky, and he can see all the joys, sorrows, sorrows and joys in the world, which is not tolerated by heaven, so he gouges out his eyes." Finally, there was a little expression on Fenghuang's rigid face, and he didn't know whether it was shock or pity.

"Opened the eyes of the sky?" Qin Yang was also a little shocked.

Throughout the ages, there are not many monks who have opened the eyes of the sky. The one who is familiar to the world is Sakyamuni, the first generation of Buddha. There may be other figures recorded in Buddhist classics, but they have not been handed down to the world.

But this unremarkable old man turned out to be an awesome person with open eyes, wouldn't he be close to a Buddha-like existence, and he was still alive.

"From this point of view, the scholar is going to suffer." Qin Yang said sourly.

"Not necessarily." Unexpectedly, Fenghuang shook his head: "The eye of the sky is just a general term, which represents the cultivation of Buddhism, but Buddhism is used to save all living beings, not to kill people. Buddhism can't kill people." , what kills is the move."

"Hearing what you said, I feel much more comfortable." Qin Yang heaved a sigh of relief.

Otherwise, this old monster is really awesome. If he comes to snatch the crouching Buddha, it is really a difficult problem whether he will fight or return the treasure on his own initiative.

Fenghuang glanced at him and said, "You are afraid."

"Absolutely not." How could Qin Yang admit it.

Fenghuang smiled coldly: "Fear is just fear, I can tell...but don't worry, I will help you."

Qin Yang was slightly taken aback, why did these words sound so familiar? After thinking about it, he remembered that Mrs. Qingcheng had said such words last time, and couldn't help but be a little bit dumbfounded. When did he become so weak that he needed a woman to protect him?

But the feeling of eating soft rice is really good.

On the surface, Qin Yang said extremely angrily: "What do you mean you will help me? You are insulting me."

Fenghuang glared at him, and answered lazily. Qin Yang was not depressed after bumping into a wall, on the contrary, he was in a good mood...Suddenly, in his sight, a dazzling light split through the misty rain and mist. It was the fan in the scholar's hand.

The scholar used the fan as a knife, opened it wide and closed, split the rain curtain, split the air, brought a round ~ bright light, and slashed head-on at the big bald head of the Living Buddha.

Accompanied by this knife, the fine raindrops were split and scattered in all directions, falling on the ground, making a crackling sound, the original gentle wind and drizzle instantly turned into a violent storm, and the icy cold wind whistled, blowing the water in the river tumbling, like Like being boiled.

On the shore, dead branches and leaves fluttered in all directions, and the clothes of the onlookers were disheveled by the blowing, their hair was numb, and their faces were flushed, as if they were slapped countless times by people one after another, which was incomparably painful.

"Has the war officially started?"

His eyes narrowed slightly, Qin Yang's arms moved slightly, and the big black umbrella tilted forward to block the howling cold wind.

The fan is light and flexible, and it is the favorite weapon of ancient costume dramas or ancient people, especially scholars. Whether it is a good son or a street hooligan, in order to show that they are cultured and tasteful and attract women’s attention, they all like to carry a fan. When you go out with a fan, you can fan it once or twice when you have nothing to do, even if it is snowing in the sky.

The scholar carries a paper fan with him, but it's not just for pretending, it can also kill people at critical moments.

The fan is light and light, not as heavy as a big knife, and it cannot fully use some moves of the knife. It is small and clever, but if it is not used well, it will become a burden to oneself.

However, the scholar's fan knife in one hand is obviously comprehended to the extreme. Using the fan as a knife, it has both the dexterity of a fan and the thickness of a big knife. This fan cuts at the living Buddha's head. If it hits the living Buddha's head, it will be broken into two pieces Petals Of Watermelon.

The living Buddha knew the power of the fan, and before the attack of the fan knife came down, he had already turned away, retreated three steps in a row, turned the elbow in a small circle with his backhand, tensed his forearm, flicked his fingers, and a prayer bead, Tore the air and ran towards the scholar's face.

The scholar laughed loudly, swung his fan out, knocked off the Buddhist beads, and came towards the wind with his long hair flying.

"Monk, the world falsely calls you a living Buddha, but you don't even have the courage to fight me head-on? What kind of Buddha are you? What qualifications do you have to call yourself a Buddha! Haha..." The scholar laughed, arrogant, domineering, and staring at me. human.

The living Buddha's face, which was like dried orange peel, twitched slightly, and he chanted the Buddha's name, and the figure moved, stepped into the air, and floated towards the scholar.

"That's right, come on, gorgeous battle." The scholar was full of fighting spirit, facing the active attack of the Living Buddha, not only did not retreat, but instead he rushed forward, the fan in his hand changed into a burst of saber light.

A yellow and thin hand, like rotten dead wood, pierced through the fan strokes, and grabbed the scholar's hand from the air. The scholar's face suddenly changed, and his figure retreated sharply, but it was too late.

The outstretched hand seemed to be slow but fast, so fast that the time could not be described, like a poisonous snake coming out of its hole, it grabbed the scholar's wrist.

The scholar pulled back his hand vigorously, but the living Buddha's hand weighed more than a thousand catties, and he couldn't move it at all, so he clenched his fist with his left hand and slammed it into the living Buddha's face.

You don't hit someone in the face, let alone a Buddha in the face.

But the scholar came here this time just to slap his face.

So, he fought, simply and directly, without delay.

Face is the most important thing in Buddhism, how could the living Buddha not know the shameless thoughts of the scholar, his face twitched again, not daring to relax, he also raised his left hand, using his elbow as the door bolt, tightly protecting his face.

"Crack..." Two muffled sounds came out. The first sound was that the scholar punched the living Buddha's elbow, making a muffled sound, and the second sound was that the living Buddha's fist broke the scholar's right hand. Wrist, the sound of bones breaking.

The Living Buddha had two minds and two moves at the same time. The scholar had no time to react and was seriously injured. The paper fan fell from his hand and fell into the river with the wind, floating and disappearing in the blink of an eye.

But the Living Buddha didn't take advantage of the victory to pursue. He loosened his fingers, took two steps back, and stood facing the wind.

With his arms loosened, the scholar staggered back a few steps before he managed to stabilize his figure. His eyes looked at the living Buddha in surprise, probably never thinking that he would be injured. After a long time, he laughed again: "The demon monk is the demon monk, your six senses are not still , how to become a Buddha."

"I can't become a Buddha," said the Living Buddha.

"Why?" the scholar asked with a sneer.

"I can't kill you, so I can't become a Buddha." The Living Buddha chanted a slogan, turned sideways, and walked towards An Yiqing step by step.

Seeing the shocking battle before, An Yiqing was dumbfounded for a long time. Seeing the Living Buddha approaching, she didn't know how to react. The Living Buddha didn't care about his reaction, so she opened the door and sat in the luxurious Mercedes-Benz car .

Seeing this scene, Qin Yang sighed enviously, he didn't expect this monk to be quite fashionable.

As soon as he had an idea, he heard a voice in his ear: "Qin Yang, three days later, I'll be waiting for you in Pudu Temple!"

An Yiqing's car was far away, Qin Yang slowly looked away, looked at Fenghuang beside him and asked, "What is a Buddha?"

After thinking for a while, Fenghuang said: "Only when the ground bears cause and fruit can it be called a Buddha."

"Then do you believe in Buddhism?" Qin Yang asked again.

"I don't believe it." Fenghuang said expressionlessly.

"It just so happens that I don't believe it either." Qin Yang grinned. Since he doesn't believe in Buddha, he doesn't need to take the words of the Living Buddha as his will. He is not a fool, so he would not take the treasure he had so hard to get and give it back voluntarily!

Want to either?

It's not impossible, fight with me!

The living Buddha didn't hit hard, the scholar was not seriously injured, if he wanted to, he still had the strength to fight, but if he continued to fight, the final result was still a loss.

The scholar understands this, so he surrenders in due course.

It can be seen that his expression is gloomy and frustrated.

Fenghuang walked up to the scholar, frowned and asked, "Are you alright?"

The scholar moved his wrist, and with a click, the broken hand bones automatically returned to normal. His face changed quietly due to the pain, and he said, "It's okay."

"Since you're fine, come with me." Fenghuang said.

"You're trying to take advantage of others." The scholar said angrily, but there was no trace of tenderness.

"I'm a national employee. I serve the country. No matter what I do, I should do it. I can't talk about taking advantage of others." Fenghuang said sternly.

The scholar smiled bitterly: "Take me away for what crime?"

"Breaking public order!" Phoenix said, this is of course an excuse, but she just needs such an excuse.

The scholar smiled bitterly: "Then why did you just take me away, the demon monk? You just let him go?"

"The Living Buddha is a religious person and a religious leader. I have nothing to say about his affairs." Fenghuang said without blushing.

"You are all excuses." The scholar said angrily.

With a calm expression, Fenghuang said, "Did you follow me, or did I take you away in cuffs?"

"Do I still have a choice?" The scholar sighed, and said to Qin Yang again: "Why don't you speak?"

"What do you want me to say?" Qin Yang asked puzzled.

The scholar said angrily: "You should take good care of your woman, it's too unreasonable."

"—"

Qin Yang sneaked a glance at Fenghuang, not daring to answer, Fenghuang raised his foot, kicked the scholar on the chest, and kicked the scholar into the river...