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Musk looked curiously at the little monk blocking his way.

This little monk is not tall, with his head raised and shiny. His eyebrows are curved like a pair of crescent moons, giving off a naughty atmosphere. The bridge of the nose is straight and the tip of the nose is slightly raised, giving people a sense of intelligence. The little monk's skin was dark, and there was a faint blush on his cheeks. He must have been exposed to the sun for a long time. The lips are red and the smile looks like a crescent moon, which is very pleasing. The little monk, who was estimated to be less than ten years old, looked childish and innocent. Those eyes were as bright as stars, sparkling with curiosity and desire.

With a slender neck and broad shoulders, his figure is full of strength despite his thin appearance. At this time, he stretched out his hands to intercept Musk. Although his fingers were slender, there were many calluses on his palms, as if God had specially given him strength.

The young monk was wearing a large monk's robe, the color of which had faded and turned white after washing. There were still a few patches on the cuffs, a string of starched rosary beads hanging on it, and a half-new and half-old red gold robe. Silk cassock, this looks like a real monk. Not everyone can wear this cassock. Only those with merit and virtue are allowed to wear it. The thin calves were exposed under the monk's robe, and his feet were wearing a pair of worn-out straw sandals.

After looking at him, he didn't recognize him, so he wanted to avoid him and leave the city. He never thought that the young monk would not give way and swayed from side to side to block the way. His gait was as light as the wind, as if there was no weight under his feet, which was impressive at first glance.

"Little master, why are you stopping me?"

"Amitabha, the donor, this young monk comes from Lingyin Temple, his name is Wuchen. I have been waiting here for the donor for many days."

"Oh! What are you waiting for me for, little master Wuchen?"

"Um, Donor Ma, I heard that you founded a book club, can you write a book of stories for me?"

This little Wuchen monk had a frightening seniority in Lingyin Temple. He liked to wander around the temple and often discussed the unknown world outside the temple with the pilgrims who came to pray for blessings and make wishes. He would kowtow devoutly in front of the Buddha statue and pray to the Buddha to bless his family and friends. He would recite scriptures seriously in the sutra hall, trying to understand the profound truths. He would practice meditation in a meditation room to find inner peace and tranquility. I will also practice martial arts hard every day, not only to keep fit, but also hope that one day I can go down the mountain and experience it, so that I can subdue demons and eliminate violence.

Although the young monk is young, he has a strong interest in Buddhism. He always humbly consulted his master, the old abbot, and was eager to learn more knowledge. His intelligence made the abbot have high hopes for him, believing that he would become a great monk in the future.

When he was preaching Buddhism to people on the mountain, he heard the pilgrims talk about the story of "Journey to the West" published by the bookstore that persuaded people with reason. After the ninety-nine and eighty-one difficulties in obtaining the true scriptures, Tang Monk and his disciples came up with the idea of ​​traveling down the mountain to preach Buddhism to the general public. Intent, the thought of saving all sentient beings.

After getting the abbot's permission, after thousands of miles of preaching Buddhism and several months of traveling, I came to Fenglei City and heard about the story of Musk and others selling books and storytelling, so I came here to try my luck.

Although the young monk looks young, his brain is not bad at all. After many twists and turns, he found out that Tianyuan Garden is related to the book club, so he stayed in the city. He just received a message from the manager of Tianyuan Garden, saying that he could convince him with reason. When the host comes, there will be a crowd jam.

"Ah! It's not that I don't want to do it! It's just that I don't have so many deeds and Buddhist principles to support it."

Only then did Musk realize that the reason why the little monk in front of him was looking for him was to write a book of words to promote Buddhism.

"Oh! It's okay. The young monk has heard from his master many stories about previous masters who went down the mountain to save sentient beings. Can you help me make it up?"

"That's it! It's not a big problem, but we can't rush this matter!" A strange thought flashed through Musk's mind. Although he didn't like the monks, he didn't have any dislike for them either. However, the monk soldiers in the Shaolin Temple were quite powerful. This was a complete surprise. Harvest, let's see if we can take this little monk's line to that Lingyin Temple, let them send some monk soldiers down to help Jun Xiangru fight for the throne, then allow the monks to promote Buddhism in Daqian Kingdom, it depends on Taoism, Confucianism, As long as Buddhism can take advantage of it.

"This is nature. The Buddha said that conditions are natural and everything is destined."

"Well, that's fine. How about you come with me? I'll take you back to the book club and find someone to take charge of this?"

"Then there is Rauma Donor."

The manager of Tianyuan Garden in the distance stood there and watched. The old and the young were familiar with each other and had arranged to go out of the city, so they turned around and went back to make arrangements for the next thing.

In order to close the relationship, Musk took out the Tiger Aircraft and got in. He patted the co-pilot and motioned for the little monk Wuchen to sit in.

Then, under the eyes of curious people around him, he rushed towards Fengyun Sect, flying at a low altitude several feet above the ground. He was not afraid of traffic jams and traffic accidents at all. He just had to be careful not to hit the mountain peaks.

The age difference between the two was almost the same. Although the young monk Wuchen was an outsider, he was very curious about the speeding car despite his age. He pretended to look left and right as if nothing had happened.

I don’t care much about flying. There are some enlightened monks in the temple who can control Buddhist instruments to fly. For example, two years ago, he followed Elder Xuan Jing to participate in the Dharma Debate Conference. He had a lotus flower that could carry more than ten people high into the air. flight.

Musk intentionally or unintentionally found an excuse to chat with the young monk Wuchen, mainly to set up a conversation, and then he learned that Lingyin Temple indeed had monk soldiers who maintained peace around the temple and occasionally went down the mountain to slay demons.

When they learned that Musk also practiced sticks, the two had a great conversation.

He said that when he arrived at the sect later, he would find a stage to compete with each other. It is definitely not possible to work behind closed doors. Only by learning from each other along the way in martial arts can we forge ahead.

This time was no exception. He took out the core disciple token and flashed it at the door, then drove the speed car inward and went straight to the inner martial arts field.

The two people's swaggering appearance must have attracted many sect disciples.

It's so simple to learn martial arts, there are all kinds of weapons on the rack.

Musk was also very curious about what the mastery of the monk's martial arts was. He was originally a person who crossed the river blindly by feeling for the stones, so he took out the spiritual stick from the storage ring.

The little monk Wuchen went to take down a demon-subduing stick from the weapon rack. Although his eyes were calm, there was a sense of depression in them, as if he were overwhelmed by a mountain. Although he is short in stature, his aura is like that of a giant Buddha, making people dare not underestimate him.

Seeing that there was a good show to watch, some senior brothers and sisters around them started shouting and inviting people to join in the fun.

The two looked at each other for a moment ten feet apart, got ready, greeted each other and then took steps at the same time. Musk shook the long stick in his hand, stepped on the ground like a smart snake, and rushed forward to attack the little monk Wuchen. The little monk opposite also reacted very quickly. He was like a rock, motionless as a mountain, and moving as thunder. The devil-subduing stick in his hand blocked Musk's attack the moment it came.

Next, the two started a fierce sparring session in close proximity. Stirring, sweeping, swinging, frustrating, splitting, blocking, the two sticks intertwined in the air, making bursts of crisp impact sounds. Every move of Musk was full of power, and the little monk responded with flexible pace and precise defense.

Musk has always believed in martial arts in the world, only fast and invincible. If he really can't take it, he will attack ten times with one force. His attacks become more and more fierce, and he also increases the force. His long stick is like a bolt of lightning, constantly hitting the little monk's magic stick. Attack. However, the little monk's defense is as steady as a mountain, and he can always block lightning-fast attacks at critical moments.

The two of them attacked and defended, going back and forth for dozens of rounds. Hundreds of people gathered ten feet away to watch, and cheers could be heard from time to time.

The crackling warm-up was over, and at the moment when Musk was taking a breath, the Wuchen little monk seized this opportunity and suddenly launched a counterattack. His demon-suppressing stick was like a whirlwind in the wind, attacking Musk. Although this sudden attack was a bit unprepared, Musk's long stick was almost knocked away. He stepped back a few steps and stepped on the ground, making the sound of heavy objects stepping on the ground. Only then did he release all the strength he had accumulated to counterattack, and then stabilized his body. Fortunately, the little monk Wuchen didn't attack hard, and he swung his stick at the little boy again. The monk attacked. The battle between the two became more and more intense, and their attacks and defenses became more and more exciting. They didn't use any exquisite moves, they all competed with each other using the most basic techniques of plucking, sweeping, swinging, thwarting, splitting, blocking, etc.

The main focus is to be fast, accurate and ruthless, and to use tricks as they arise.

The two of them were close to each other and after more than ten rounds of sparring, the two of them used all their strength to attack and defend in this incense-burning exercise. Sweat dripped from their foreheads and down their cheeks, and they both felt a little tired. The little monk Wuchen's head was shiny with sweat.

Without the use of special moves, it seems that they are evenly matched based on their martial arts, both offensive and defensive. They didn't even touch the skirt of their opponent's clothes, so they could only stop what they were doing, then look at each other and smile, and it was a draw. Although there was no winner in this sparring session, after digesting the experience of this sparring session, the two of them would definitely have learned a lot from their opponents, thereby taking a small step towards a higher level in martial arts.

Of course, the onlookers definitely didn't buy it, especially those fellow students who arrived late. They all shouted to continue the fight. After all, in the Immortal Cultivation Sect that knows magic, pure martial arts close combat is rare.

The tired Musk quickly used magic to remove the sweat. He didn't notice that a pair of vicious eyes in the crowd were staring at him.