Urban Hidden Dragon

The streets are still very lively at night.

There are many muddy and smelly streets among the big cities with tall buildings.

It will make people feel that this world is magical and real.

The crowded streets are extremely noisy.

Small shops on both sides of the road sell all kinds of things.

The road is filled with shadowy figures.

Fang Chao continued to stay in the room to observe what was happening at the Brahma Gate Main Altar.

On the sixth day of the sixth day, he was still wearing a cap and dressed casually and followed Wang Han.

Even though Tolia was wearing loose clothes, she couldn't hide her magnificent figure.

Even while wearing a mask.

The beautiful eyes exposed still attracted the attention of many people.

Selina also went out to visit the night market. Although she looked very biutful, she was more or less overshadowed by Tolia.

But it’s a good thing to be here.

Wang Han walked through the crowd and walked in one direction.

Salina is now very determined that it is safest to follow Wang Han.

This person seems crazy when doing things, but in the end you will find that he is fully capable of controlling the whole situation.

"What are we going to do?"

"I just heard an old friend was nearby."

Selina looked around. She clearly saw that Wang Han didn't touch his phone just now. "Did you hear that?"

Wang Han hummed and his eyes fell into the distance.

The crowd formed a circle.

In the middle of the circle stood two people.

A dark, thin, double-eyed monk.

The monk held the shoulder clothes of a dark-skinned young man in his hands.

The dark-skinned young man struggled hard, but no matter how hard he struggled, he could not break away from the monk's big hand, which held him like a vice.

"Return the poor monk's things to the poor monk."

The dark-skinned young man opened his hands and looked around. When he saw that there were many people around him, he immediately shouted, "This foreigner is bullying us locals!"

Everyone around them looked at the two people with their arms folded.

The monk had a kind smile on his face and said, "Give the poor monk his things back."

However, the two of them, one speaking Chinese and the other speaking English, were completely like chickens and ducks.

The black-skinned young man also realized this and struggled hard, "Let go of me, there are foreigners bullying our locals! Everyone, come and testify for me, this caterpillar deliberately bullies our locals, he Just now he said that we are the stupidest and filthiest people in the world!"

These words undoubtedly aroused the hatred of many onlookers.

The double-eyed monk seemed to be able to roughly understand what the other party said, and then he spoke in awkward Chinese English and said in a calm tone, "The poor monk didn't scold you. You should give the poor monk back what he stole."

"What did I steal from you, you greenworm, don't touch me with your dirty hands, take it away quickly."

While talking, the black-skinned young man spat on the back of the monk's hand.

The monk frowned.

Still speaking in an easy-going tone, he said, "Give me the things back."

The dark-skinned young man put his hands at the corners of his eyes and pulled them to both sides, making a squinting gesture, "Qingworm, let go of me!"

Seeing that the monk refused to let go, the dark-skinned young man spat in the monk's face and said proudly to the monk, "Let go!"

The monk let go of the black-skinned young man and clasped his hands together.

The dark-skinned young man pulled up his clothes, gave the monk a middle finger, then squinted his eyes again, and spat at the monk when he was about to leave.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he pouted, the monk raised his eyes. The angry monk punched the black-skinned young man in the face, knocking all his front teeth into his stomach.

"What a f*ck you are. The poor monk gave you the green lotus and you just carried it in your pocket. You gave me something shameless. You have to feel the weight of the Dharma! You are so stupid! The poor monk will let you, a dog who talks dirty words, today." Feel the subtlety and profoundness of Buddhism every day!”

Punch like pounding garlic.

The fists as big as clay pots hit the black-skinned young man's face like a rain of bananas, and his whole face was immediately deformed.

The black-skinned young man huddled on the ground and howled, "This caterpillar is beating our locals! Look, this foreign caterpillar is bullying our locals! When will you see? If he dares to bully me today, he will do it tomorrow." I dare to bully you! I will dare to bully your wives and daughters the day after tomorrow! If you don’t take action, I will be you tomorrow!”

A man with very thick hair punched the monk hard on the back.

Others also stared at the monk with unkind expressions.

Then a group of people rushed up and started beating him.

The monk clasped his hands together.

"Amitabha! Today, the poor monk uses the profound Dharma to convince people with his virtue!"

The monk's anger suddenly surged, and he struck in all directions with a boundless Buddhist fist.

He chanted the incantation in a loud voice and quickly, "You idiots! A bunch of shameless things! If I don't clean up these racially motivated heretics today, I'll be sorry for my glazed Buddha heart!"

The group that started to fight was dozens of people in size, squeezing and trying to rush up and bully the few.

Unexpectedly, that monk was so good at kung fu, and his pair of fists with exquisite Buddhist teachings frequently struck out with heavy Buddhist fists!

It won't take a while.

Dozens of people were beaten to the ground, and several of them were beaten until they were as big as pig heads. They fell into sweet dreams. During this period, some people wanted to run away, but this monk was not able to beat the people who just wanted to beat him one by one. He grabbed him and beat him.

Crowds of onlookers stopped at both ends of the congested road, all of them staring with big eyes.

The monk took out a small box from the arms of the black-skinned young man.

The dark-skinned young man huddled on the ground with his head in his hands, having been beaten to death.

The monk, who felt so comfortable, put his hands together and saluted politely to the onlookers on both sides of the road with a smile.

When his eyes fell on Wang Han, he was slightly stunned.

Then he smiled at Wang Han.

There are already police coming this way.

Chen Xuan did not run away, but quietly waited for his arrest.

Wang Han made a phone call gesture to signal Chen Xuanzang not to worry.

Selina looked at the monk in surprise, "Is that your friend?"

"what happened?"

Selina wanted to say something, but finally held back, "Very good!"

Tolia looked at Chen Xuanzang's back, surprise reflected in her beautiful eyes, as if she had a strange feeling for this monk.

When Chen Xuan was arrested, Wang Han contacted the Vatican man who was entertaining Wang Han in the hotel and called the police station to let him go.

Wang Han stood outside the police station and leaned on the car, watching Chen Xuanzian walk out of it.

"Brother Chen! Why are you here?"

Chen Xuan said with a smile, "A few days ago, the poor monk met a man who killed many innocent people. The poor monk wanted to let him taste the depth of Buddhism, and wanted to make this man a spiritual general. After chasing me here, why is my junior brother here?"

"Hey, come over and talk business with someone."