The Little Monk's Path to Physical Transcendence

The competition that the little monk talked about is naturally not the kind that only the two of them know about.

Since Wuhua wanted him to embarrass him in public, the little monk naturally wanted to repay him with his own way.The idea of ​​the little monk is very simple, if you want to embarrass me, then I will embarrass you too.

It's probably similar to the mentality of sticking notes behind people's backs when classmates are playing.

He never expected that this just hit Wuhua's sore spot.Wu Hua is a person who really cares about face. In Wu Hua's view, he is more noble than everyone in the world, and everyone else deserves to be played around by him.

Wouldn't it be the greatest punishment for such a person to lose face?

But the little monk couldn't understand such an idea at all.

So for the little monk, he just counterattacked reasonably, even if he gets angry again, he is still a good boy, just like being pushed by someone, as long as he pushes back, it will be fine, there is no need to break the opponent's hand.

However, for Wuhua, it was the little monk who was finally going to kill him.

This is the misunderstanding caused by poor communication, but for the time being, neither party intends to change it.

After stepping down, the little monk didn't want to listen to Wu Hua's high-sounding words, so he dragged Hua Manlou around and left.The other monks thought he was tired and did not stop him.

"Hua Man Lou, why?" In Wu Hua's heart, the young monk who should be proud now hung his head sullenly, his fingers still hooking Hua Man Lou's clothes.

This was a nonsensical question, but Hua Manlou still understood.

Hua Manlou squatted down lightly, and the falling leaves made a unique rustling sound.The little monk lowered his eyes, frowned slightly, and even pouted his mouth unconsciously.

Huamanlou can't see it, but he can touch it.

His fingers rested on the little monk's shoulder.Although some flesh has grown, the shoulders are still thin, and some bones can be touched when they are lifted up.

"Does Shixin think money is a good thing?" Hua Manlou looked at the little monk with unfocused eyes.

The little monk nodded: "Of course!"

Money can buy all kinds of snacks that the little monk likes, and there are many delicious things, of course they are good things!

Hua Manlou had a convincing smile on his face: "Will Shixin hurt others because he wants to get money?"

"No!" The little monk shook his head desperately, as if Hua Manlou had said something terrifying.

"Look, this is the difference between you and Wu Hua." Hua Manlou said slowly, "Money is a good thing, fame, power...there are too many good things that are called good things, and everyone wants them. But different What's more, most people know that 'a gentleman loves money, so get it in a proper way', and some people will do whatever they can to get it."

The little monk was dumbfounded.

No one has ever told the young monk these truths before. The environment on the mountain is too simple, and the master will never tell him these things.Although there are often stories of killing people and seizing treasures in those story books, they are just stories.Even the Shangguan Feiyan and the Embroidered Thief who had encountered before, because the little monk looked at it completely as an "outsider", the impact was far less severe than this time.

The question of "why" is not why Wuhua did this, but why Wuhua targeted him.

You know, the little monk and Wuhua have never met before, let alone conflicts, but Wuhua is relentless in his actions against the little monk. The little monk has been guessing why, but has never found anything.

Being targeted by a stranger for no reason is more sad for the little monk than not knowing when he offended him.

Being hated for no reason, even though he is much more mature than children of the same age, he is still a child after all. When encountering such a situation, he will inevitably be at a loss, and even subconsciously reflect on whether it is his own problem.

Wuhua didn't think about plotting against the little monk after the little monk treated him badly. The meeting with the little monk was arranged by him, which can be said to be well-intentioned.

For children, it seems that "being scolded because I made a mistake" is better than "being scolded for not knowing what is wrong", because I know it is my fault and I can correct it, but being scolded when I did nothing wrong will only Let young children become uncertain about their own behavior, thereby starting to doubt themselves.

Although the relationship between Wuhua and the little monk is not like this, the reason is the same.

So Huamanlou told the little monk that it was not your fault, it was Wuhua who was wrong.It was because of his greed that he did such a thing. It had nothing to do with the little monk, and he didn't need the little monk to reflect on himself.

Because the little monk was just unlucky, and happened to meet such a bad person as Wuhua.

In any case, the wrongdoing of the perpetrator does not require the victim to bear it.

"So, because Wuhua is a bad person, is it right for him to do this?" The little monk asked subconsciously.

Hua Manlou smiled affirmatively: "That's right! I've always wanted to believe that everyone has good intentions, but there are bad people too. We just happen to be targeted by bad people. We can't make everyone a good person , but you can keep yourself from being a bad person forever.”

Leaning on Huamanlou's arm, the little monk bowed his head and thought for a while, then suddenly threw himself into Huamanlou's arms, with a big smile on his face: "I understand! Thank you, Huamanlou!"

"What do you understand?" A voice suddenly rang out, before the words finished, a red cloak fell beside the two of them, and the fallen leaves on the ground remained motionless, it was Lu Xiaofeng.

The little monk laughed and came out of Huamanlou's arms, and threw himself into Lu Xiaofeng's cloak again: "I understand that Lu Xiaofeng and Huamanlou are both good people, and I am also a good person!"

As soon as Lu Xiaofeng landed, he was thrown into his arms by a ball of glutinous rice balls, his hands and body stiffened at the first moment, the well-known lightness kung fu seemed completely useless, his whole body looked like a stone.

"Yes, yes, we are all good people." Hearing the little monk's voice at the foot of the mountain, Lu Xiaofeng felt that something was wrong and rushed all the way, completely unaware of what happened, but it did not prevent Lu Xiaofeng from responding.

Hua Manlou watched from the side with a smile, showing no intention of helping Lu Xiaofeng at all.

The little monk buried his whole face in Lu Xiaofeng's arms, tightly wrapped by the big red cloak.Above his head, which he couldn't see, the two adults discussed the matter clearly with their mouths and gestures.

Lu Xiaofeng's body was no longer stiff, but a layer of frost had formed on his often smiling face.

But this time he also understood what he just said, wrapped his cloak tighter, and said in a deep voice: "Wuhua can't calculate it, I'm afraid there will be someone behind him. His reputation in the Jianghu is glorious. Yue, I can't wait to put him on the altar, I'm afraid it's hard to deal with such a person!"

Naturally, Hua Manlou also thought of this, but he wanted to comfort the little monk, so of course he couldn't say such words from his mouth, otherwise wouldn't it add to the confusion?

"What exactly does he want?" The little monk poked his head out of the red cloak, his chubby face flushed from boredom.

Lu Xiaofeng muttered a few words, his eyes lit up a little: "It's not for nothing that he targeted the little monk, and he's not crazy! There must be some reason for this."

Hua Manlou said: "He had nothing to do with Shi Xin before, and he met when he went to Hongfu Lou a few days ago."

"Intersection... Intersection..." Lu Xiaofeng frowned, but his eyes became brighter and brighter. It was his expression when he encountered a difficult problem.

"The only intersection is that they are all monks!" Lu Xiaofeng hammered his right fist to his left palm, as if forcibly hammering out an answer.

Hua Manlou also pondered: "There should be more than that. There are probably tens of thousands of monks in the world. Why are you only targeting young monks?"

Lu Xiaofeng touched the mustache around his mouth: "There is no monk as famous as the young monk! There are probably not many monks in this world who can draw with Ye Gucheng?"

"That's why he came up with such an idea. He wants to damage the reputation of the little monk! How can others tolerate a monk who doesn't understand Buddhism and is called 'innate Buddha heart'?" Hua Manlou's eyes also brightened. up.

"Fame... I remember that Zen Master Tianming seems to have a high destiny." Lu Xiaofeng twitched his four eyebrows triumphantly.

Hua Manlou nodded: "The next abbot has not been decided yet, but it seems that he is not Wuhua."

Lu Xiaofeng said: "In this generation of Shaolin, is there any famous disciple besides Wuhua?"

"...It seems that there is none." Hua Manlou thought about it carefully, but he couldn't think of any of them.

"I've vaguely heard that the next abbot is going to set up the Wuxiang of Bodhidharma Academy, but Chan Master Tianming is old, and Chan Master Wuxiang is not young anymore." Lu Xiaofeng finally figured out the key point, "The younger generation of disciples I'm afraid there are one or two thousand, even if most of them are removed, there should be ten or twenty left, why is there only one famous without flowers?"

It's okay if you don't pay attention to such a thing, but if you notice it, it will be full of flaws.It has been nearly ten years since Wuhua's reputation spread in Jianghu, during these ten years, no one thought it was wrong, or even took it for granted, which was enough to see the horror of Wuhua.

Lu Xiaofeng frowned again: "If you can do this, Wuhua must be a thoughtful person, why is it so abnormal this time?"

Even the little monk could see that this plan was wrong, and even took the opportunity to destroy Wuhua's arrangement. If Wuhuaguo is really a wise person who is close to a demon, it would not be so easy!

But even Lu Xiaofeng couldn't figure out the mystery of it.

Of course he couldn't figure it out, not even Wuhua herself.

Wu Hua insisted on finishing the speech, even if she went back to her room, she would not let go of her gentle and elegant disguise.He was holding a piece of elegant paper with only a few small letters with hairpin flowers on it, and it was obvious at a glance that it was made by a woman.

But Wuhua is a monk, how could he have any connection with the girl in the boudoir?

"Hmph, you came to urge me after you got frustrated in the desert?" Wu Hua slowly squeezed the paper in her hand, crumpling the delicate paper into a ball, and three small characters of "Stone Guanyin" could be vaguely seen in the lower right corner.

Putting these three words on the desert is enough to stop a child from crying—but that was only a few years ago.

Shi Guanyin is naturally the female devil in the desert, but she is far more than the only devil in the desert.Western gods and Persian religions are far more famous in the desert than Shi Guanyin, and the jellyfish Yin Ji in Shenshui Palace is someone Shi Guanyin dare not even meet.

Originally, several families were far away from each other, but they lived in peace.But in recent years, the young leader of the Western God religion always seems to be a little bit surprised. Yu Luocha kills people from time to time, and all kinds of gold and silver treasures come and go like a stream; I don't know how many of the twelve holy fire orders have been scattered.

When the two families started to quarrel, isn't Shi Guanyin who is next to him restricted everywhere?She originally had great ambitions, and wanted to make the entire Central Plains martial arts pay the price for what happened to her, but now that even the desert can't be calmed down, wouldn't it make her angry?

However, Yu Luocha, who taught in the West, was completely dismissive of her temptation, and even loathed it, which made Shi Guanyin even more unbearable.

In her life, apart from women who were more beautiful than herself, what she hated the most was men who looked down on her.All the men who looked down on her in the past, she would torture them severely, and then turn them into stupid puppets.But for this man Yu Luosha, she couldn't even see his true face.

After being frustrated in the desert, Shi Guanyin became more and more uncertain, and she also valued Wuhua and Nangongling more and more—the two sons she and Tianfeng Shishilang were born to, and were placed in the most influential martial arts sect in the Central Plains. .

Perhaps because Wuhua is old, Shi Guanyin always feels that Wuhua is not close to her.She has seen countless people, how can she not see a man's true feelings or lies?But it is still useful for her to keep no flowers, so it can be tolerated.

But after she has been unhappy all these years, her mentality has become more and more distorted.The youngest son, Nangong Ling, is full of admiration for her mother, and never compromises on the tasks assigned to him, but the eldest son seems to always hide his thoughts, how can she tolerate this?

So, she simply fed poppies to Wu Hua - this is a good thing, as long as there is no one who has used it that doesn't love it.Even among her well-behaved apprentices, only Liu Wumei, the most intelligent and capable, received such a reward.

Of course Wuhua knew what would happen if he ate such a thing, but he had to obey.That woman has too many things in her hands, as long as she wants to, she can easily destroy everything about him!

Therefore, now he has to rely on the small pills that the woman sends with the letter every time to survive.Even if the dosage was controlled, the drug had an effect on him. He became impulsive and irritable, and even occasionally hallucinated.

But he had no choice.

If it was before, he would never have used such a rough plan, and he would never have shown his emotions so clearly.

But he couldn't do it anymore.

This is already his limit, without exposing himself.

With his business operations over the past ten years, even if something goes wrong occasionally, other people will find good excuses for his behavior, and he will never reveal his true colors in a short time.

He was making a big gamble, and there was no doubt that he lost this one.

But that's okay, the days are still long.

Wuhua caressed her fingers carefully, his fingers were long and fair, but they didn't look feminine at all.Such hands should not be stained with anything related to violence, and even mentioning it in front of him seems like blasphemy.

Such hands should be able to make the most beautiful piano, make the best tea, write the best poems, and play the best chess, instead of killing people.

Does Wuhua like to kill people?Would he prefer playing the piano, making tea, writing poems and playing chess?

Nobody knows.

But the battle is about to begin.

The autumn wind suddenly picked up, blowing the fallen leaves all over the ground.The wind howled, rolled up layers of withered and yellow leaves, and threw them hard at the people, but none of the leaves could touch the two people in the middle of the field.

Almost all the Shaolin disciples who could come came, even the knight-errants who were not too far from Shaoshi Mountain came.

The contest between Miao Seng Wu Hua and Master Shi Xin, how could such a grand occasion be absent!

For a while, those who were aggressive and aggressive stopped talking harshly, those who were busy patrolling the territory stopped wandering around, and even those who retreated did not close up. They all called their friends and rushed to Shaolin Temple.

The competition is naturally not in the Shaolin Temple, the young monk has not planned to challenge the entire Shaolin Temple by himself, not to mention anything else, the young monk will be exhausted to death with only a few thousand disciples coming up one by one, the young monk will not do such a thing.

The final location was set on the mountainside. I don't know which senior left a stone platform, which happened to be convenient for future generations to use.

The little monk no longer had those complicated emotions in his heart, and Lu Xiaofeng and Hua Manlou were not too worried—people who can draw with Ye Gucheng seem to have little need for such worries.

And now that I understand Wuhua's purpose, I don't have the uneasy feeling that I am in the open and the enemy in the dark. As the saying goes, if you are not afraid of thieves stealing, you are afraid of thieves thinking about it. This is probably the feeling.

Wuhua looked at the little monk, saw his feet wearing exquisite boots from his round face, still couldn't understand why such a person would ruin her plan.

He even had to compete with such a person, an eight-year-old child.

But now Wuhua has a weird calmness, maybe she finally got the second boot, so she is relieved instead.

Wuhua will not let this sigh last for too long, he was born to win.The so-called feelings are completely unnecessary burdens.

Like his stupid brother, isn't it because of his feelings that he is being played around by that woman?

The little monk also looked at Wuhua, just watching.

In all fairness, Wuhua is really a very likable person.His appearance is out of the ordinary, and when he stands in the light, he looks like he is going to become a fairy. If anyone is more like a Taoist monk, it must be Wuhua.

When he first came into contact with the little monk, he was a lovable and good friend.Wuhua is very knowledgeable, but he never shows off his knowledge, which is not easy; he is also very understanding, no matter what kind of topic he can pick up, and let people Feel very happy.

The little monk seriously recalled the process of his acquaintance with Wuhua, and had to admit that if it was a stranger who had never heard of both of them, he would definitely be more willing to be friends with Wuhua than to never understand The little monk of the subtext.

What Wuhua loses to is not smarter and more rigorous than him, but a beastly intuition that is completely unintelligent, which has to be said to be a great irony.

The two moved at the same time.

The Flowerless Fengping Palm has reached a high level, when it is used from his hands, it seems that there are palm shadows all over the sky, false and real, real and false, mixed in the howling autumn wind, it is completely indistinguishable!

But the little monk has always been able to break through ten thousand dharmas with all his strength. If he can't tell the difference, he can't tell the difference. As long as the Zen stick is still there, no matter who it is, don't even try to get close!

In a copper-yellow halo, Wuhua's palm is erratic like duckweed in the wind, but Wuhua's experience is much richer than that of the young monk, and the supernatural powers of flicking fingers are mixed with Fengping's palm, even if the little monk is cold, he will be caught. Startled.

Not to mention that Wuhua is not only proficient in Fengpingzhang, which can win by cleverness, but also Shaolin Shenquan, which can overwhelm the enemy with strength!

With such a switch between rigidity and softness, he and the little monk suddenly felt inseparable!

The onlookers were reluctant to blink, and tried their best to breathe slowly, for fear of disturbing the two present.

The little monk beat faster and faster, and the internal force in his body seemed to be growing continuously, and even became more and more full.Wuhua attacked again with a Shaolin Divine Fist, the little monk turned around to parry, and swept the root of the Zen staff on Wuhua's calf, Wuhua let out a muffled groan, and the attack speed slowed down immediately.

On the side, an old monk who seemed to be of very high seniority let out a little surprise, with a rather surprised expression on his face.

The people in the field naturally didn't notice it. The little monk didn't just blindly try to be fast, but his rhythm became more precise-in fact, this is the correct way. His sword just happened to poke a little blood out of the person's throat, and the extra effort was effortless.

But the young monk has sufficient internal energy, and has never experienced the feeling of insufficient internal energy, so he is not as good as other people in this respect.

The rhythm of the little monk changed, and the situation in the venue immediately became clear.After another two hundred moves, Wuhua's offensive has collapsed, and after four hundred moves, the little monk's Zen stick has already sent Wuhua flying!

Wu Hua's white clothes were stained with dirt, which made her look more pleasing than before.

"You lost." The little monk said calmly.

"Yes, I lost." There was no sign of resignation on Wuhua's face, and she still had a smile on her face.

And if he took off his white monk robe, he might see bruises all over his body.The injury is not serious, it just hurts, and it won't even leave a little bit of trouble.

Totally a kid's way of venting.

Before they could say a few more words, an old roar broke the atmosphere.

"What is your relationship with Jueyuan? Why do you know the Nine Suns Manual!"

The author has something to say: Wu Wu has finally finished writing, and his hands are no longer feeling QAQ, he needs to be hugged to get better! !It is best to have a nutrient solution (dream)!

So this is completely the butterfly effect. In the original book, Shi Guanyin knows that Wuhua has a small mind, she knows.But does she care?She doesn't care, because she is confident that she can control Wuhua.But in this integrated world, she no longer has the confidence and confidence, and even her mentality has been hit.

Of course Shi Guanyin cares about the plan, but she is an extremely emotional person, and her spirit is not normal (so I personally think this development is reasonable, and everyone is welcome to discuss it with me!! Show your heart to everyone! !

By the way, Wuhua is so hard to write. If there is a cutie who doubts that I hate Wuhua, I can say with certainty that yes, and I hate all villains. I don’t like anyone who does evil (if there is a cutie Don’t scold me if you have different ideas)

Riwan is done!I am awesome today! !Praise myself! !