The know-it-all blocked one after another, making the crowd commotion again, no one knew what kind of medicine was sold in the know-it-all gourd, and at the moment some people exchanged their heads and whispered.

The Mahayana Dharma King looked compassionate and compassionate, and said solemnly: "Amitabha, my Buddha has clouds, I don't go to hell, who goes to hell, since the master is afraid of fraud in the "Yijin Sutra", why not hand it over to the little monk." ”

"Yijin Jing" is a secret that Shaolin does not pass on, how can it be handed over to others?

Master Kechen, the abbot of Shaolin, said: "The Dharma King is kind, and the old man understands it. ”

The know-it-all hurriedly said, "Master, please listen to the old man's words. ”

Master Kechen saw that everything was obstructing him from retracting the "Yijin Sutra" one after another, even if Master Kechen's cultivation skills reached the point of being pampered and not shocked, he couldn't help but have a touch of displeasure between his eyebrows.

"Donor, please. Master Kechen said patiently.

The know-it-all nodded and said: "The knife is innocent, the Ming people didn't say dark words before, did you let the abbot of Kechen look through the "Yijin Sutra" to see if it was wrong, did you already arrange unsightly means?"

Dao Wujian was not an impulsive person in the first place, but now he was embarrassed by the know-it-all, and he was already angry, and said coldly: "The knife and the murderer fought only instantly, and the murderer died under the knife, and the knife had doubts, since the murderer was so vulnerable, how did he steal the "Yijin Sutra" from the hands of the Dharma protector monk, and he could also kill so many monks, it was only with the knife that he said so." ”

The Know-it-all's face changed slightly, and he thought, could it be that he was wrong in what he expected? He was just bragging about his kung fu, and if that was the case, wouldn't he have offended the surnamed Dao for no reason? How could he spare me? As his mind turned, the Know-it-all's heart began to feel uneasy.

After pondering for a while, the eyes of the old and sophisticated know-it-all lit up, and he seemed to have an idea, and said slowly: "Even if you want to brag about how good your kung fu is, you don't have to beat around the bush like this, since you can easily cut the murderer who stole the "Yijin Jing" under the knife, it seems that you, the world's first knife, will be changed to the world's number one master." ”

There was no frivolous disdain in the words, and the voice became more and more solemn when it was said that the words seemed to be mocking the knife without dirt, but they were actually touting.

The Mahayana Dharma King was slightly startled when he heard this, and a sudden look flashed across his face, and he said secretly: "No wonder his sword skills and skills are so good, it turns out that he is the first sword in the world that is rumored in the martial arts of the rivers and lakes, this person is young, and his attainments in kung fu in the future are unlimited." ”

How could the people present not be able to hear the meaning of the know-it-all, but unfortunately the knife is not a know-it-all.

Dao Wujian said righteously: "You must know that you can eat indiscriminately, but you can't talk nonsense." ”

Seeing that he had softened, and the knife was innocent and ridiculed himself, he was even more uneasy in his heart, stepped aside, and said: "As the saying goes, you can't have the heart to harm people, and you can't have the heart to prevent people. ”

Master Kechen, as the abbot of Shaolin, has a heavy burden and cannot afford to be missed, Master Kemu, who has not spoken, saw that he was serious and looked like a master of all trades, and walked out of Master Kechen's side and said: "Donor, it is okay to hand over the "Yijin Sutra" to Lao Qu. ”

This move was obviously a concern, and Dao Wujian was displeased, and he didn't speak, and handed it over.

After Master Kemu took the "Yijin Sutra", he seemed to see the displeasure of the knife and said: "The temple suddenly changed, and I hope that the knife donor must not mind." ”

Dao Wujian said: "When the master said this, it made Dao embarrassed. ”

"Amitabha, the sword donor is serious. Master Kechen said: "You distinguished guests will go to rest first, and after the old man has finished dealing with the trivial matters, he will entertain you, and I ask you to forgive me." ”

Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly heard Master Kemu's exclamation of "ah".

What is it that makes Master Kemu, an unfazed old monk, so out of shape?

Everyone couldn't help but look at Master Kemu in unison, only to see Master Kemu's face full of anger, flipping the "Yijin Sutra" in his hand, his face was covered with a trembling haze, and the people who watched it were shocked.

Master Kechen was beside Master Kemu, turned his head to look at the "Yijin Sutra" in Master Kemu's hand, and was also taken aback at the moment, this surprise was not trivial.

Master Kemu was furious, an inexplicable weird smile flashed across his face, and the smile disappeared in a flash, and Master Kemu said in a deep voice: "This Book of Yijin Sutra is fake. ”

The audience was in an uproar!

The Mahayana King blurted out and asked, "Really?"

Know-it-all was proud, and said in a strange manner: "Naturally, I have to ask the knife boy." The words were full of schadenfreude.

Dao Wujian said in a deep voice: "What does it have to do with me?"

"The murderer who stole the "Yijin Sutra" was killed by you, where is the "Yijin Sutra", do you say it has anything to do with you?" said the head of the know-it-all.

"Fuck your stinking fart, it really stinks. Ouyang Wu said suddenly.

Know-it-all was furious, but unfortunately he was not Ouyang Wu's opponent, otherwise he would have taught Ouyang Wu a lesson, and Know-it-all said angrily: "As a martial arts senior, don't rely on the old and sell the old, do you really think that I am too good to bully?"

Ouyang Wu jumped up angrily and said, "The old man relies on the old man to sell the old, if it weren't for the fact that it is not suitable to kill in the holy land of Buddhism, the old man will kill you, a villain who is talking nonsense." ”

"Where am I talking nonsense?" retorted the jack-of-all-trades.

Ouyang Wu said: "When the little brother took out the "Yijin Sutra" from the corpse, the old man happened to arrive here, but he saw it with his own eyes, where did the real "Yijin Sutra" go, how would he know, what are you not talking nonsense?"

Know-it-all said: "You're ...... again"

Before he finished speaking, Ouyang Wu intercepted and said: "You, a person who sells your reputation and reputation, still dare to tell right and wrong, fool me and others, are you really itching to find a fight?" ”

The whereabouts of the "Yijin Sutra" are unknown, and the know-it-all and Ouyang Wu quarreled on the spot, but Master Chen was also angry, and the Zen staff in his hand slammed the ground fiercely, and said in a deep voice: "Amitabha, don't argue between the two." ”

The sound was so loud that the ears of the shocked people were buzzing, which showed that the Shaolin abbot was really angry.

The abbot of Kechen looked at the know-it-all and said: "Listening to the words of the donor, it seems that I know the whereabouts of the "Yijin Sutra", and please tell each other, and the whole temple is inexplicably grateful." ”

Obviously, the abbot of Kechen pinned his hopes on the jack of all trades, a wise man in the rivers and lakes.

The know-it-all was proud in his heart, but he made a modest look on his face, and said: "Master Abbot is polite, I am determined to do my best to find out the "Yijin Sutra", but it is just ......"

Abbot Kechen said: "Don't worry about the donor, but it's okay to talk about it. ”

The know-it-all said: "The people who need to be present need to cooperate. ”

"That's as it should be. The abbot said, "There is a benefactor." ”

The know-it-all said politely: "Don't dare to say anything." ”

Amitabha, donors, pass by, don't forget to give a five-star praise, thank you, thank you for voting every day for a long time, I wish you good luck every day.

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