The scene that was still noisy just now suddenly became silent.

...... Who would have thought that it seems that such a holy ** monk would have such a neat short-term fighting skill?

...... And he also said that he would fight, and he spoke well a second ago, but suddenly he shot a violent beating, and he beat so fiercely, inserting his eyes, hitting his face with his knees, and all the tricks went to death, how can he still be like a Buddhist master?

...... Just now he claimed that he had encountered unbearable things when he was young, and he couldn't find out about it, so he angrily became a monk and escaped into the empty door, plus he was so resentful of adulterers, should he ...... At the beginning, he encountered a similar incident, and under shame and sadness, he became a monk from then on......

Even Ping Jianqiu, who rushed over, was stunned, didn't the sick monk master invite him to save his life? Why did he become a killer in a blink of an eye? He asked the ghost to take the medicine list and find the wrong person?

Wen Quzhi fell behind, covered in blood, like a young man with only one breath left, he didn't even look at it, standing in the middle of the field, staring coldly at all parties, staring straight at Yang Meng in his eyes, as if smiling.

As the main person, Yang Meng was stared at straight hair, the eyes of the sick monk master, as if through his heart, he could see through everything, the previous anger, I don't know when he disappeared without a trace, under the gaze of the sick monk master, his heart was weak and afraid.

"Lord Yang, thank you. ”

"No, don't dare...... Uh, why does the master want to thank him?"

Yang Meng's heart was furious, this kind of inexplicable thanks, no matter how you listen to it, it is not a good thing.

Wen Quzhi clasped his hands together and said: "Thank you Yang Shizhu for letting the poor monk remember the old things, and understand that he still suppresses so much greed, hatred and anger, alas, it is easy to persuade others to let go, but it is difficult to persuade yourself." ”

As soon as these words came out, not only Yang Meng, but everyone at the scene began to shout that it was not good, a senior monk faced his own backlog of greed, hatred and anger, and had some understanding, if he had attained Bodhi, it would be fine, but it was not without an example of giving up on himself and stepping into the devil, if the latter was the latter, wouldn't it be dangerous for those present?

The sick monk is one of the five masters, regardless of the cultivation of the heart, the strength is there, if it suddenly gets out of control, who can control him here? Who has time to escape?

Wen Quzhi looked at Yang Meng and said, "Lord Yang has resentment in his chest, but is it better?"

Yang Meng glanced at the young man on the ground, seeing that the situation was unclear, he stopped a little, but he was a little unwilling, and hugged his fists and said: "Master, please let go, the little beast of the Ping family insulted me like this, and I will never die with him." ”

"It turns out that the donor can't let it go...... It's no wonder that back then, poor monks couldn't let go...... After so many years, the poor monk realized that he had not been able to let go after all...... But why put it down?"

The expression on the sick monk's face was more and more weird, and Yang Meng's heart was furious, so he heard him say slowly: "Actually, the poor monk still remembered something......

“...............”

"Lord Yang didn't ask the poor monk what he remembered?"

If you have a choice, Yang Meng really doesn't want to ask, but the monks have taken the initiative to mention it, it seems that they can't do it without asking, and the eyes from all directions seem to be urging: You just admit it yourself, don't drag everyone into the water together.

“...... What did the Master remember?"

"The poor monk just remembered, in addition to the adulterers, the poor monks also hated **, since the donor you are angry and difficult to dispel, and the poor monks have the same illness and sympathy, how can the poor monks see you in anger, fall into ignorance, and fall into the cycle of cause and effect? ”

Wen Quzhi clasped his palms together and bowed, "Master Yang, please call your wife out, and the poor monk will beat her to death with this adulterer in front of you, so as to eliminate the resentment in your heart, is this good?"

"This ...... She ......"

"Lord Yang doesn't want to? But why? Adulterer, one is the same crime, they are sorry for you, you will kill them, this is not your original intention? But why do you have to hesitate?"

"I ......"

A few questions and answers between the two almost scared Ping Jianqiu, he wailed, and was about to rush out of the block, but he stretched out a foot to Long Yun'er next to him, tripped and fell to the ground, and the street was on the spot, and there was no chance to run out.

...... The Wen family's elder brother's affairs are progressing to an important juncture, but he can't be allowed to go to the bad things!

"I ......"

Yang Meng stood opposite the white-robed monk, stunned, his fists clenched tightly, his face was blue and white, and he thought of everything between him and his wife, remembering that he had been busy with his career and neglecting her all these years......

In just a few moments, Yang Meng seemed to have been fighting against a strong enemy for several years, and finally, he let out a long sigh, his shoulders drooped, and his anger turned invisible, and he threw a long slash to the ground at the white-robed monk, and said, "Thank you for the monk's enlightenment! I understand." No one is at fault.,I'm also responsible for this matter.,I'm going to treat Neiko well in the future.,Live a good life with her.,I don't want to pursue anything anymore.。 ”

After finishing speaking, Yang Meng bowed deeply, and then turned his head and left, taking his fellow disciples with him, and left without looking back.

The rest of the people present were stunned, they couldn't imagine that things would develop like this, they were stunned for a long time, and then they praised in a low voice, the master of the master monk did not read a word of Buddha from beginning to end, did not say a word of Buddha, but eliminated Yang Ye's resentment and anger, resolved a vendetta, and ignited him, such a great virtue means, worthy of being a senior monk in the world, he watched the whole scene on the side, and felt as if he had comprehended something......

The left sentence, the right sentence, one after another, all fell in Wen Quai's ears, only made him secretly funny, he originally planned to pull Yang Ye's wife out and gamble on a shop, if he was really willing to beat his wife to death in public, and then he wanted to kill the young man of the Ping family, he could only take the lead and beat him to the stomach to convince people.

If you don't want to lose face, I won't be reasonable, at most, it's bigger than a fist together, anyway, you have to run away after completing the task, and you don't have to worry about how to behave in the future......

I can't estimate that in the face of the question he throws up, he actually realized on his own and put down the butcher's knife on the spot! Huigen's level of enlightenment is much more accessible than his own, and maybe he is the real person with Buddha fate...... Boundless Dharma, this cause and effect is really incomprehensible......

I was funny in my heart, but I still might as well put myself in a good way, smiling, in the direction of Yang Meng and the others leaving, bowed deeply, signaled blessings, and then raised my sleeve robe, turned around and left.

Originally, the matter came to this point, and it could be drawn a rather perfect end, but the young man of the Ping family staggered to his feet, he was indeed stiff, his shoulder bones were broken, and he was covered in blood, still pointing at the monk in front of him, with a face of pain and anger.

Wen Quzhi scolded his mother in his heart, so he wouldn't give him a chance to speak, so he preemptively said: "Little donor, do you have any understanding?"

"You ...... demon"

"Stubborn!"

The four words are like drinking, Wen Qu's illness is approaching, and he inserts his eyes again, and he retracts when he touches his eyelids with two fingers, and listens to the young man's wail, and cuts his throat with a backhand, interrupting the wailing, and then clasping his fingers into a dragon's head fist, and a hook punch hits the chin, and the boy doesn't snort, falls to the ground, and faints.

Wen Quzhi shook his wrist, stepped on the young man's chest, and pointed at the human: "Shaft! Do you know that my Buddha also has thunderbolt means? There is a great light and wrath? There is a demon lion roaring? You look at the Buddha in the crack of the door, and you are destined to have no good results!"

...... The crowd was once again silenced by excessive shock, and looked at the so-called "lion roar", "thunderbolt method", and the fierce monk who was not elegant, and beat the object of resistance into a bloody man.

...... It turns out that in addition to the enlightenment full of Zen machines, there is also such a direct and straightforward way to drink Buddhism, which is really ever-changing......

"Master, I trusted you to ask you to come out to save your life, but you ...... How do you ......"

"What's the nonsense? You want me to save my life, didn't I save it? Who died? You or that kid died?"

"People are not dead, but ...... How did you beat him like a pig's head?"

Ping Jianqiu, who had a blue nose and swollen face, was angry and anxious to blame Wen Quai, who was not at ease at all, took the handkerchief handed by Long Yun'er, wiped the blood on his fist at will, and then said indifferently: "I have already seen the place to fight, and I have replaced the group of miscellaneous pieces, not to mention the pig's head, he should be the locomotive." ”

"Uh...... What is a locomotive?"

"An ancient artifact in the study of Kowloon Village...... Forget it, it's too complicated to explain this to you. Wen Quzhi said: "Open the skylight and say bright words, I have a fate with the peace family, and it is fate to help the helper, but I am not here to help the evil and abuse, and to be a thug for your family, your kid has done such a good deed, and it is too much to give his life, but I don't pay the price at all to protect him...... How can you have such a big fist?"

I was angry, and there were only two people at the scene, Long Yun'er and Ping Jianqiu, and Wen Quzhi no longer pretended to be a monk, so he simply used the golden knife of Malaysia to speak, using the negotiation posture of a high-roller in the rivers and lakes.

Seeing this evil monk in his true form, Ping Jianqiu felt even worse, as if he saw those gangsters in his hometown, swaggering, and came to the door to ask for protection.

These gangsters in the rivers and lakes, all of them are easy to please the gods, and there will be comes, Ping Jianqiu sighed in his heart, took out a jade plate in his hand, and took the initiative to say: "Monk, the design drawings given to you before, there are some missing parts, we have discussed and solved them in the past two days, and there have been changes, please help me take a look and give me some pointers." ”

To put it mildly, he took the opportunity to make up for it and handed over the real weapon design drawings of the Ping family, Wen Quzhi naturally wouldn't be unable to hear it, he didn't say anything, he took the jade plate, but he was not busy reading the information inside, but handed it to Long Yun'er casually, and said: "That kid from your family, I left my strength after I shot, it looks like he was seriously injured, but they are all flesh wounds, at most there is a little more nosebleeds, but it is okay to be injured, let him be careful in the future, not all pretentious men can die well." ”

Ping Jianqiu was only resigned, and was about to leave after thanking him, Wen Quzhi frowned slightly, and said, "I forgot to ask, that kid from your family...... What's your name?"

"This ......" Ping Jianqiu paused, hesitated for a moment, and arched his hand: "That child's name is Pingchun, it is my own brother, he has lost his mother since he was a child, and he lacks discipline, which makes me have a headache.