When he was born, he tried to make people remember his majestic and magnificent body. After his death, it seemed that everyone had already mixed him with the surrounding loess and had already removed him from a certain position in his heart.

The monks’ hall where Lun Wuxu is located is more than fifty steps away from the mysterious Dharma Protector’s Hall. If there is any movement there, the monks in the Dharma Protector’s Hall will easily hear the movement there.

"No." Lun Wuxu's face immediately became increasingly ugly. Only then did he realize that the thin monkey-like rat seemed to have just run towards the crisis-ridden Dharma Palace.

When Lun Wuxu, who had striding heavily to the gate of the Dharma Protector's Hall, saw the confrontation scene that surprised him.

The thin monkey who ran here for some reason was surrounded by eight people in the center and was hard to distinguish with the other party. At this moment, he was holding a long stick in his hand that was snatched from the hands of two fake monks who were lying on the ground, and the long stick seemed to have become alive in his hands, sometimes like a spiritual snake spitting out of the letter, sometimes like a swimming dragon coming out of the water, sometimes like a circle of hot wheels rotating rapidly. Maybe a person finally had a hard time

He understood the secret of the snake stick hitting seven inches, but the other party had already changed the set of stick techniques and completely danced into the four-dimensional realm of non-snake, non-dragon, non-hot wheels, which was far from the initial moves. The people around him were already dogs biting hedgehogs--nowhere nowhere to start. Lun's disordered look became more and more excited. He had never seen someone use the long stick in Chongsheng Temple so disorganized, and people could not catch any flaws. It seemed that this was the authentic way to use the long stick.

After two "Ouch" sounds, the two surrounding Fenghou were instantly knocked down. Fenghou knew that it would be bad for him to continue standing like this for a long time. He kept making trouble without mercy. The force on the two of them bit by bit was extremely strong. The sound of bone fracture sounded extremely harsh in the hall that was not quiet. When the two fell down, they were unable to stand up and join the battle circle again, Lun Wuxu knew that the two of them should have had more than one rib broken.

"Idiot, why are you still standing there? Come up and help." A fake monk who finally pulled out to take a breath saw Lun Wuxuiya standing at the door of the hall and shouted fiercely.

But when he turned around, one end of the thin monkey stick had already roared. The fake monk did not expect that the thin monkey's blow would come so quickly, and his face instantly turned into a pig's liver color, which was even worse than the dead person at home.

"Touch", a Fenghuo stick with the same mighty castration collided with the long stick that was swung to the fake monk's nose after passing through the tip of the fake monk's nose, which was only a few inches away from the side of the fake monk's face. The long stick in the thin monkey's hand bent into an exaggerated arc, and then the thin monkey holding the other end of the long stick retreated back like a light feather. It was not until the back was pressed against the wall before it stabilized its body. However, there was a recessed wall on the wall, and the white gray on the top of the head fell down. Lun Wuxu's seemingly simple blow had already shocked everyone on the spot.

After glanced at the remaining six monks around, the skinny monkey never looked at each other. He pointed the stick in his hand at the monk who had just joined the battle, waiting for the other party to accept his challenge in a provocative manner.

"Amitabha, monks are compassionate, and donors break into my temple for no reason and hurt several of my fellow disciples as punishment for you. It is better to stay and recite the Heart Sutra of Prajna Paramita to eliminate the violent aura in your body. Good, good, good."

"Men of Mantou, don't let him escape," a monk holding a simple knife, with thick eyebrows and big eyes almost let out a word. He was stared at by another fat monk next to him, and immediately swallowed the words.

The thin monkey sneered, swept the scene for a week, and found that the way was already blocked by the monks who rushed to him one after another, and shouted: "Birds of a feather, look at the trick."

The long stick in the hand of the skinny monkey made the windmill turn. The candle fire near the wind in the Buddhist temple was extinguished. The dim light and dark light made the mud and wooden statues around it become more and more ferocious. The moment the two figures collided together, a demonic wind seemed to have arisen in the originally calm and quiet Dharma Protector's Hall, which had been silent, wiped out all the few remaining candles. With the moonlight projected from the window, everyone could only see two shadows constantly jumping one by one, one by one, and jumping one by one. The sound of tinging sticks hitting the lamps fell to the ground, making the surrounding spectators feel as if they were in a chaotic lamp shop that was about to let the boss lose everything.

When the monks lit some torches poured with pine and asphalt at the door, they shone around the Dharma Protector's Hall as if it were daylight, they could see the current situation. The wind and fire stick in Lun Wuxu's hand was like the initial yang handle (holding the stick upwards), and calmly pushed the opponent into a difficult situation. When the other party accepted the punishment of the Buddha Wuzhishan, the upwards of Buddha, the thin monkey seemed to be seriously injured, covered with scars on his body, the fighting spirit in the corners of his eyes was not as strong as before, and blood flowed out of the corners of his mouth. His long stick had been broken into two pieces at some point, and he was pinching it in his hands one left, one right, one up and one, and even trembling slightly.

Bai Yuan never thought that he would end up in such a down-and-out predicament. This time he came to Chongsheng Temple alone to take risks because his three wives were now firmly grasped by Dan Tai Qianyuan to threaten him.

That day, after I asked Tie Niu to send the news to Wu Yonglin in the village, I returned to Dong Changhai's hut, and saw three beautiful wives, Dao Wuchang and Dong Changhai, who were put on his neck, and the five others. When the white ape put down the rotten silver spear in his hand, he suddenly knocked him out with a heavy blow. When he woke up again, his head was covered with a black cloth bag. What impressed the white ape the most was that at some moments he could always hear some of the Sanskrit sounds made by monks when chanting scriptures. When the white ape was removed from the black cloth bag, he saw an Octavia with a sharp look that was also covered by a black cloth bag, but showed a pair of star-like eyes from the small holes with two black holes.

"Listen to us, go to the temple above to find something for us, otherwise, you will be waiting to help your three women collect the bodies."

"Treat the other two men well, they are as important as my women. I will bring back what you want. As for what I want, they are just five of them alive well, and hope that this is fair to what you need."
Chapter completed!