The villain is awesome

The news of the martial arts contest between the great Samana Dharma in the Western Regions and Wanfa Temple spread throughout the southern borders. Countless pilgrims and heroes of the rivers and lakes flocked to Wanfa Temple. Ruan Xuezong stood on the top of the mountain and found that the gate of Wanfa Temple was full of human heads. On the long staircase, there are people from the rivers and lakes who come one after another.

The incense in Wanfa Temple is really flourishing.

Ruan Xuezong didn't quite believe such a grand movement, saying that the Demon Sect had no intentions.All young disciples can participate in this competition, Ruan Xuezong signed up, and the senior brother who was in charge of the registration said to him: "Amitabha, why do you want to participate in Ruzong?"

Ruan Xuezong can't say that the Demon Sect is insidious and cunning. I'm worried that all of you monks are too honest and upright to beat them.

With a calm face, he also replied to Amitabha: "Senior brother, that crazy monk from the Western Regions uttered nonsense, claiming to be invincible. As a disciple of Buddhism, how can he be sure that this man's aura has grown? We must let him see it." Take a look at the elegant demeanor of the Central Plains martial arts."

It's not his conspiracy theory. According to the information he collected in the past few days, Zi Shami, as Che Sangxin's national teacher, has strong martial arts, arrogant temperament, and is extremely fanatical about Buddhism. He used to live well in the yellow sand of the desert. Provocative words caused great waves in the martial arts outside the Buddhist altar, and it was also the reason why pilgrims came like a tidal wave.

There is a faint shadow of the magic gate behind this.

The senior brother stared at him, as if moved by these words, he turned the prayer beads and said, "Amitabha, Zishami, the crazy monk from the Western Regions, has a detached position at a young age, so it is inevitable that he is arrogant. Ruzong, it is certainly possible for you to come to the stage, but there is something wrong with you." Martial arts competitions in Buddhism are only for learning from each other, not for being competitive, no matter whether you win or lose, you must not be arrogant, and you must guard against arrogance and impetuosity, and don't lose your heart."

They can't control visitors from the West, they can only restrain their own people.

"Yes, brother."

On the day of the event, there were more people watching the ceremony than Ruan Xuezong had imagined, and Wanfa Temple was obviously not manned enough.

Ruan Xuezong also realized that Buddhist eminent monks don't care about winning or losing fame, they don't pursue wealth and fame, and they don't even pay attention to the so-called provocation, but just laugh it off.

However, a group of martial arts heroes and folk pilgrims who are not too serious to watch the excitement, rushed to Wanfa Temple from thousands of miles away. Their purpose is to witness the victory of Wanfa Temple.

It is true that the person who wins this contest will gain a lot of prestige among the believers and pilgrims.

But if the young disciples sent by Wanfa Temple lose, even if Wanfa Temple has half the reputation of a royal Buddhist temple, its prestige among the people will be greatly reduced for a while.

The Sramana Dharma religion in the Western Regions obviously also knows this truth.

The 72 or [-] disciples they brought with them were all proficient in martial arts, and their [-] unique skills made them powerful. Five disciples of the "Ru" generation who went up to Wanfa Temple were all subdued by a few tricks and knocked off the stage.

These disciples of the same generation were convinced after losing: "Amitabha, my skills are not as good as others, thank you brother Samana Dharma for teaching me."

"I heard from Master earlier that the Buddhist monks in the Western Regions are highly skilled in martial arts. I only realized when I saw the young monk today. What I said is true. Thank you, Brother Samana, for your guidance."

The disciples of Wanfa Temple were open-minded and frank, with sincere eyes and full of conviction.

The pilgrims all over the mountains and plains looked at each other, and swallowed the applause that hadn't reached their lips. At this moment, a young monk in his twenties stood up and laughed arrogantly: "Sure enough, as the poor monk said. It is estimated that Shaolin in the Central Plains can beat the poor monk with only one hand, and the young monk is even more invincible."

To the astonishment of countless people, this monk named Zi Shami was wearing a yellow robe, cloth clothes and shoes that were not stained with dust, and a face with a high nose and deep eyes in the Western Regions that seemed to have a faint glow. The main position, it can be seen that the position is detached.

As the opponent approached step by step, the arrogant laughter did not hold back at all, and the aura that belonged to the strong, made the audience eclipsed as soon as he appeared on the stage.

"I think today's Buddhist martial arts competition is over here, there is no need to compete any more." As soon as he spoke, he was about to stop the competition, and then Zisha Mi said with a smile: "The poor monk is not using this to make a name for himself, but to see the youth of Wanfa Temple." There is no outstanding person in this generation, so I can only accept the victory of this Buddhist martial arts competition with a smile, and see you tomorrow in the Cangjing Pavilion."

This subtext is to say that although Wanfa Temple is an important place for Buddhism, there is no one who can fight in front of him.

Ruan Xuezong narrowed his eyes, he always thought that he was crazy enough.

I didn't expect that when I saw her today, I realized that there is a sky beyond the sky, and there are people beyond people.

Zi Shami, a crazy monk from the Western Regions, spoke amazingly. When the folk pilgrims present heard it, their blood almost stopped flowing, "This bald donkey is so arrogant, why don't the eminent monks of Wanfa Temple stop?"

It means to slap your face!They, the group of onlookers, couldn't bear to watch, and their competitive and peaceful anger was completely ignited.

The heroes of the rivers and lakes hanging on the tree, while drinking and eating meat, talked even more ugly: "What's the matter with these bald monks, people from the Buddhist sects of the Western Regions came to the door, and they slapped you, all of them seem to have no temper Yes, fight back! What Shaolin Arhat Formation and Eighteen Bronze Man Formation are for me! Stop Amitabha, you will get angry when you look at it. Is it true that as the bald donkey monk said, Wanfa Temple is not open, and the younger generation Is there anyone who can fight?"

"Then what does the crazy monk from the Western Regions mean by mentioning the Sutra Pavilion?"

"Haven't you heard? This is a lottery for the exchange of martial arts between Eastern and Western Buddhism. The young disciple who wins is allowed to enter the Buddhist scripture pavilion to study scriptures."

Ruan Xuezong's hearing ability is superb, and he can see all these trivial gossip.

He glanced at Du Rulan in the crowd. To be honest, this was a bit beyond Ruan Xuezong's expectation. In Du Rulan's Floating Life Scroll, this is clearly a good opportunity to increase his prestige. If it works properly, the Shaolin master position is almost within reach.

Du Rulan didn't play.

Ruan Xuezong frowned slightly.

Sensing Ruan Xuezong's gaze, the young monk just happened to look over. He was dressed in a white dharma bead cassock, his brows were peaceful, and there was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth. The dust is elegant and really attractive.

Facing Ruan Xuezong's staring gaze, the young monk seemed puzzled, and there was a soft smile on his gentle face, which seemed to be pretending to be ignorant and understanding.

Ruan Xuezong had no choice but to ask 007: [The mad monk from the Western Regions is about to suspend the martial arts competition, what is the original plot, can you spoil it? 】

System No. 007: [In the original plot, you, the Ruzong monk, were expelled from the mountain, so Du Rulan appeared on the stage, easily won the martial arts competition with the attitude of a young eminent monk, and entered the Buddhist scripture pavilion with the crazy monk from the Western Regions to study Buddhist scriptures. Even more profound, Wanfa Temple is praised by almost everyone, and has a high prestige among the people]

Ruan Xuezong: [Then why didn't he play this time? 】

This is the perfect script arrangement, a natural promotion ladder, this time Du Rulan didn't step on it.

System No. 007: [How do I know? 】

The original plot has been changed, Du Rulan does not appear on behalf of Wanfa Temple, and the younger generation of Wanfa Temple is indeed gone, I am afraid it will really ruin its reputation.Ruan Xuezong subconsciously squinted his eyes when he heard that Zi Shami, the crazy monk from the Western Regions, was still talking nonsense in the martial arts arena, fanning the flames among the pilgrims with a peerless pretense.

In terms of pretentiousness, he is not inferior.

After thinking about it for a while, he returned to the crowd, and when he reappeared after a while, he already had an extra broom in his hand.

System No. 007: [?You are ready]

Ruan Xuezong smiled coldly and said: [Naturally for better pretense]

Dare to ask what in the world is more impressive than a layman defeating an expert, or a passerby defeating the strong?

Speaking of which, he changed his expression, deliberately mingled among the noisy pilgrims, and with a gentle, shy and compassionate appearance, he cleaned up the fallen leaves and the fruit peels brought by the people in the rivers and lakes, and sighed gently from time to time: "Amitabha, please benefactors! Dodge, dodge, dodge, the little monk is sweeping the floor."

Many pilgrims were annoyed at first, but when they saw the clean young face of the sweeping monk, they subconsciously slowed down their attitude and raised their feet: "Okay, little master, you can sweep the floor."

"Amitabha, thank you for your generosity." The young monk bowed politely, and as expected, two leaves were swept out from the pilgrim's feet.

There were also a few Jianghu young heroes who asked curiously: "Little master, are you a disciple of Wanfa Temple? Why haven't you been ordained?"

The little monk said: "Amitabha, the little monk in Wanfa Temple is just an ordinary monk who sweeps the floor. The master said that the little monk's qualifications are dull, and he needs to lead a period of time to practice and make more preparations. He will be ordained in the future."

Wanfa Temple has always been strict in rules and regulations, separated from the outside world by a veil of mystery, laymen don't understand the internal rules, so they can only vaguely understand: "Oh, that's how it is."

After the little monk finished answering, he continued to sweep the floor with his head down.

It looks diligent and conscientious, not letting go of every corner.

Two people noticed this strange scene. One of them was Du Rulan. Seeing Ruan Xuezong and his broom, the young demon monk's long and narrow eyes slightly curved, and a perceptive smile appeared between his handsome brows.The other person was holding a folding fan and wearing a white dress. He sensed that there was going to be a good show, and he subconsciously flew over from the pavilion, and his figure was like a startled bird.

The martial arts practitioners present only felt a blur in front of their eyes, but saw nothing, indicating that this person had performed superb lightness kung fu.

After realizing where he was and being able to have a panoramic view of all aspects of the martial arts arena, Shen Jiangling smiled slightly, sat down cross-legged, and observed every move of that little monk sweeping the floor.

He came out of the arena for the first time this time, and smelled the excitement of the East-West Buddhist martial arts competition, so he brought lightness kung fu and specially came to Wanfa Temple.

I thought I could watch a mind-swaying contest, but what I didn't expect to see was a one-sided situation, and I was extremely disappointed.

The crazy monk who came from afar from the Western Regions not only belittled Wanfa Temple, but also scolded the Central Plains martial arts.Just when Shen Jiangling couldn't stand it anymore and turned his head to leave, a young and fair little monk came into his eyes.

The little monk was sweeping with his head buried in the dust. He was clearly in the dust, but the other party was sweeping the floor at a leisurely pace. The fallen leaves on the ground were as obedient as birds returning to their nests, and his shoes, socks, and robes were not stained with any dust.

The other party spoke softly, and the more he swept, the closer he was to the competition ring, and he was about to collide with the crazy monk from the Western Regions.

This made Shen Jiangling suddenly aroused interest, as if he was waiting for something good.

Only later did he know that the reason why he was so interested was purely a play of pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, which is a plot that people in the Jianghu love to hear.

The subsequent development was within his expectations, but also beyond his expectations.

The little monk didn't care about anything else, holding a broom in his hand, only caring about the dust and leaves in front of him, and swept to a corner of the yellow monk's robe.

Zi Shami was still talking nonsense at first, but when he realized that he was suddenly approached by someone without warning, he stared at a pair of mighty arhat-like big copper bell eyes, "Who are you?"

This incident shocked the pilgrims outside the arena, "Where did this little master come from, who is so dazed that he doesn't even look at the road, sweeping the floor and sweeping, he actually swept into the martial arts arena?"

"Ah, I know, that little master just seemed to say that he is just an ordinary little monk sweeping the floor of Wanfa Temple, and he is not even qualified to be ordained before the Buddha." Several Jianghu young heroes recalled this, and quickly replied, helping Other pilgrims answered their doubts.

"Sweeping the floor? You probably haven't learned any martial arts, why don't you come down quickly and go to another place to sweep, don't be hit by that crazy monk from the Western Regions..." This was the speech of a kind pilgrim.

Before the word "come" landed, the pilgrim's eyes widened in disbelief.

Because a few seconds later, it wasn't the handsome young monk who was knocked down, but the wild monk from the Western Regions who was wagging his lips and boasting about himself from the beginning to the end.

It took less than one palm.