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Chapter 127: Entering the Dragon and Fighting the Tiger (4)
"That's not true!" Ying Wancheng paused, "The Vajra Gate has been passed down for six generations, and all of them are giants in the Zen forest and outstanding people in the world. How could they be knocked down by Ye Fan with three punches and two legs? As for the deaf-mute monk Well, it’s just an old servant who happened to learn a little bit of Vajra power because he served two generations of Vajra disciples, although he has supernatural powers, when it comes to the realm of Buddhism, he is far behind the two masters.”

Ye Fan heard it from afar, full of displeasure, and said loudly: "If the two of them are not descendants of King Kong, who is the descendant of King Kong? Huh, why don't you call to compete? If you can't call, the King Kong sect will be extinct. If the root is broken, from now on, the Jianghu will be removed from the name."

At this time, the loud noise suddenly stopped, Ning Bukong was exhausted, panting with a sullen face.But Monk Hun raised his foot, walked up to Ye Fan, smiled slightly, stretched out his index finger, and wrote a line of big characters on the ground: "The successor of King Kong, the destiny is fixed by heaven, and the eyes of Dharma are fixed, and the past and the present." An inch into the soil.

Ye Fan was stunned, and suddenly smiled and said: "Fa Zang with a straight eye, surpassing the past and the present? The toad yawned, with a big tone. But it's strange, the golden turtle said that you were pierced in both ears, how can you still hear me?"

Monk Hun smiled, and continued: "If you don't hear, your heart will hear; if you don't speak, your heart will argue; if you don't smell, your heart will be sweet; if you don't see, you will be enlightened."

Ye Fankuang is rebellious and vicious, but his understanding is extremely high, otherwise he would not be able to practice the "whale breathing technique" to this extent.Seeing the handwriting, I had an intuition that there was a lot to write about. After a moment of pondering, I nodded and said: "I heard that there is a "He Xintong" among the six Buddhist disciplines. I think you can't hear me, monk, but you understand what I mean in your heart."

Monk Hun nodded, and wrote: "Tanyue's roots are not weak, but it's a pity that he is too hostile, and I hope to be merciful and let the monks of Sanzu Temple go." Ye Fan sneered: "I will practice what I say. Don't worry, the old monk, it is agreed that one palm will be followed by another, and I will never strike a second palm." He put his hands on his hips and laughed loudly.

Monk Hun raised his eyebrows, and wrote: "Since that's the case, the monk welcomes the palm of your feet on behalf of these monks." After writing, he slowly got up and looked at Ye Fan, his old eyes were light and energetic.

Ye Fan looked back and counted, and said with a smile: "21 monks, 21 palms, old monk, have you thought about it?" Monk Hun lowered his eyebrows and nodded slowly.

All the monks were moved.In the Sanzu Temple, Buddhism is corrupt and morality is non-existent. Most of the monks have insulted Monk Hun, so they selfishly speculate: "This monk has a grudge in mind, and he will take revenge." Doubtful.

Ye Fan raised his thumbs and praised: "Good monk, as you wish." He shrugged his shoulders, and instead of palming, he tapped his toes to the ground and ran around Monk Hun.

Monk Hun stood upright with one palm and crossed his chest with one palm, lowered his eyebrows and lowered his eyes, as if in a state of concentration, let Ye Fan turn faster and faster, and gradually became blurred, as if he had transformed into a hundred people. The East Island cannot be ruled by law, but now it seems that 'not leaking the eyes of the sea' is not too far behind."

Suddenly heard a muffled sound, long and deafening, Ye Fan's figure froze suddenly, and he jumped out backwards, his face was gloomy, and his breathing was slightly short of breath.Monk Hun's posture remained unchanged, and the blood red on his face disappeared in a flash.

Ye Fan looked at Monk Hun, and suddenly smiled and said, "Thirteen palms, thirteen monks." Hearing this, the monks suddenly realized that the two had matched thirteen palms in a flash, but Ye Fan's strike was too big. Quickly, the thirteen palms are like one palm, and the transfer of palm force is too dense, it sounds like there is only one sound.

Ye Fan pointed out thirteen monks.Some of the monks who got away were lucky, some were grateful, and those who had insulted Monk Hun were more ashamed, and they didn't go away in a moment of chaos, they all wanted to see the result.

When Ye Fan pointed at people, he intentionally left a few old monks with sex characters. After finishing pointing people, he said loudly: "There are still nine palms left, old monk be careful." palm out.

This palm is his life's unique technique, it contains various changes of the "six great strengths", in one palm, there are ten weights of front and rear strength, each weight is different, either outward, or inward, or rotating, or directly hitting , overlapping each other, extremely difficult to resolve.Therefore, in terms of power, the sum of the thirteen palms is not as powerful as this palm.

Monk Hun put his palms upright on his chest, and with a sound of "Duo", the two palms intersected, Monk Hun's body swayed, and a burst of purple air pierced through his brows.

"There are eight palms left." Ye Fan retreated instead of advancing, turning his palms in circles and clapping out.Monk Hun raised his hand to stop him, but took half a step back, suddenly the ground was stained with blood.But he was not allowed to breathe, and Ye Fan slapped the ground with his third palm.Monk Hun crossed his arm to stop, "click", his forearm broke at the elbow.

All the monks were in an uproar, thinking that even if Monk Hun lost to Ye Fan, it would not be so bad.Ye Fan also showed surprise on his face, straightened his palms together, and shouted: "Old monk, why do you only defend but not attack, do you look down on others?"

Monk Hun casually connected the severed arm, clasped his hands together, still smiling.Ye Fan's eyes were full of anger, and he said coldly: "Okay." His eyes opened sharply, and he slapped out the fourth palm.Monk Hun stopped with both fists, and suddenly the corner of his mouth trembled, bleeding came out.

When the monks saw him vomit blood, they were stunned, and they were even more confused. They didn't know why Monk Hun would rather be injured than fight back.Ye Fan stared at Monk Hun, and said coldly: "Old Monk, if you only defend and don't attack, your life will not be guaranteed."

Monk Hun wiped away the blood from the quarrel, knelt down, and wrote: "If you attack and defend with all your strength, both sides will suffer. I was supposed to save people, so why hurt them?"

Ye Fan's face sank, and he said sharply: "Monk, if you don't fight with all your strength, you just look down on me." Monk Hun smiled and didn't respond, Ye Fan shouted: "Old monk, let me see how long you last?" The vertical palm is like a knife, and it is slashing slowly, there is not a sound of wind around the edge of the palm.

Ying Wancheng's complexion changed slightly, and he blurted out: "Cracking the sea!" Before he finished speaking, Monk Hun raised his arms to stop him, his body was shaken, he took two steps back, his face was ashen when he stood still, and a mouthful of blood spurted out out.

Ye Fan couldn't help being moved, and said in a deep voice: "Old monk, are you really not afraid of death?" Monk Hun shook his head, stretched out five fingers, looked away, and looked at the remaining five monks.

The field fell silent, all the monks opened their eyes wide, staring at the deaf-mute old monk, trembling slightly because of nervousness.

Suddenly there was a loud roar, like a wounded tiger howling.Ye Fan looked around, Yu Zhao staggered back, his face was as white as paper, Zuo Feiqing fell from the sky, and a little blood on his shoulder slowly expanded.Look at Gu Shentong again, his tired face is still the same, his left hand is holding Fomalhaut, and the index finger of his right hand is like an awl, resting on Xianbi's throat.Fomalhaut was rebellious, his four claws scratched and danced wildly, but his neck was restrained, no matter how much he resisted, he couldn't get rid of it.

Ye Fan claimed to be the descendant of the island king, and he used Gu Shentong as an idol all his life. Seeing him defeating the three masters in Xicheng, but he couldn't subdue an unknown old monk, he was very annoyed. He took a long breath, his palms sank slightly, and slowly pushed out.With the force of the palm, Monk Hun's thin and thin body was thrown up like a kite, and fell two feet far away, his mouth and nose were bleeding, and he couldn't struggle.

Ye Fan breathed out, turned around, stared at Xingjue and the others and sneered: "Very well, there are four left, all leaders, come one by one..." Before he finished speaking, he suddenly saw the strange eyes of the monks Guang, staring behind him, Ye Fan's heart sank slightly, and he turned around to see that Monk Hun got up tremblingly, his face was covered with blood, and walked up step by step.

Ye Fan was in a trance for a while, and said angrily: "Old monk, none of these stinky monks is good, why do you refuse to admit defeat for them?" Monk Hun still smiled.Ye Fan stared at Monk Hun for a moment, nodded and said, "Very well, if you sacrifice your life for benevolence, I will help you."

Monk Hun was seriously injured, not to mention four palms, one palm would kill him.Seeing this, Shi Miaomiao couldn't bear it any longer, and said to Gu Shentong, "Island Master, please order Ye Fan to stop."

Gu Shentong frowned, shook his head and said: "Miaomiao, you don't know the painstaking efforts of this master." Shi Miaomiao asked in amazement, "What painstaking efforts?"

Gu Shentong sighed: "Have you ever heard of 'cut meat to feed eagle' and 'sacrifice body to feed tiger'?" Shi Miaomiao said: "These are all Buddhist allusions, but what does it have to do with the present?"

Gu Shentong sighed: "These two stories are all about the great sage of Buddhism willing to give himself to the hungry eagle and tiger to tear and devour him in order to enlighten all living beings. Now the Buddhism in the Sanzu Temple is declining, the Zen style is not strong, and the monks in the temple are intoxicated. Greedy for fame and wealth, he doesn't know the origin, he doesn't know the Dao. That's why this eminent monk is taking this opportunity to bet his own life, imitating the ancestors, and enlightening this group of lost disciples. As for whether these monks can understand his painstaking efforts, that's all. It's hard to say."

These words were like a bell in the morning and a drum in the evening, each word knocked on the hearts of the monks, Xingjue, Xingming, Xingzhi, Xinghai who had not yet escaped the difficulties all changed their colors, bowed their heads in meditation, looking back on their life, the expressions on their faces were uncertain.

Shi Miaomiao couldn't help but said: "If the island king doesn't stop him, this master will die." Gu Shentong shook his head and said: "This master has discovered the truth, what is life and death? It is not difficult for me to let Ye Fan stop. But so, Everyone in the Sanzu Temple is still obsessed with it, isn't this great master wasting all his previous efforts?"

Master Hun suddenly turned around and smiled at Gu Shentong, Gu Shentong nodded and sighed quietly: "Life is indeed precious, master please think twice." Master Hun just smiled and stood still.

Shi Miaomiao was young and enthusiastic, and didn't understand the basic principles of Buddhism. After listening to it for a long time, she felt that the reasoning was unreasonable. She pouted secretly, thinking: "The king of the island is really ignorant, this master Bodhisattva has a heart, how can he refuse to save him? Hmph, if you don't save me, I'll come save you, and if Ye Fan makes another move, I'll shoot him with 'Thousand Scales'." Holding the silver carp between his fingers, he opened his eyes wide and focused on Ye Fan.

Ye Fan could understand what Gu Shentong said, but he was cold-hearted, better than a hungry eagle and a tiger. He usually tortured the prisoner, the more the prisoner refused to submit, the more energetic he was, until he tortured the prisoner until he gave in.Monk Hun sacrificed himself to save others, and was extremely persistent, but this persistence just aroused the hostility in Ye Fan's heart.For a moment, he looked at Monk Hun, with madness welling up in his eyes.

Shi Miaomiao knew Ye Fan's temperament very well, looked at his eyes, and also transported the "North Pole Magnetic Art" to his fingertips.

Hearing a Buddha's name suddenly, someone said, "Wait a minute." Ye Fan looked around, stood up staggeringly, walked up to Monk Hun, turned around and said, "Master Ye, the remaining four palms will be picked up by the poor monk." Bar."

Everyone was surprised when they saw this, Ye Fan looked at him and said with a smile: "Can you catch four palms?" Xingjue was defeated by Xinghai and was seriously injured. A deaf-mute monk is fine.

With his mind still on, Xing Ming strode forward, stared at Ye Fan and said, "Brother Xingjue, you take two palms, I take two palms, and four palms are not too many."

Xingjue was very surprised, before he answered, suddenly Xingzhi said coldly: "The poor monk takes care of himself, what kind of hero do you want?" Stand shoulder to shoulder.Ye Fan said: "Three people have four palms, how should the remaining palm be distributed?" The voice fell, and Xing Hai said suddenly: "Don't worry about your step, the remaining palm is distributed to Xinghai." He staggered to the front and stood facing Ye Fan.

The four monks were of bad character, and when they did this suddenly, all the monks in the Sanzu Temple were overwhelmed with surprise. They clasped their hands together, proclaimed the Buddha's name, and two lines of hot tears flowed from their eyes.

Ye Fan glanced at the crowd, and said loudly: "One person, one palm, what a beautiful idea! With just one palm, Ye Mou will send you to the Western Heaven to visit the Buddha." While speaking, he didn't make any gestures, the dust around him moved without wind, and Ye Fan's body With a shrink, it seems to be half smaller.

"Empty sea pose!" Shi Miaomiao was shocked, knowing that this move would be as if the sea would become empty. Of all the people present, only Gu Shentong could take the lead. Qi protection, if "Thousand Scales" is issued, it will definitely hurt Ye Fan.Thinking of this, I feel hesitant.

The four monks of the Xing generation were injured. Seeing Ye Fan's momentum, he knew that once he exerted his palm strength, it would be unlucky, so they immediately joined hands with each other, forming a human wall, and blocking Monk Hun behind him.These four people used to be the most powerful people in the past, but now they are working together for a crippled old monk, and they feel a lot of emotion for a moment, looking back on their past misdeeds, they are all extremely ashamed.

"Duh!" Ye Fan's figure soared, and he pushed out his palms. The four monks of the sex generation closed their eyes and cried out: "That's all." With a sound, the lingering sound was long, and all the energy in the sky disappeared.

The four monks were secretly surprised, they opened their eyes and saw that there was a young boy in the field, standing with his fists clenched, with a dazed look on his face.

(End of this chapter)