Mokong fell from the pavilion on several floors, like a fallen leaf landing on the ground, making no sound.
Yin Xiu and Ah Dian stood side by side, with their hands in their sleeves and just looking at him with their chins raised.
Ah Dian scratched his chest, as if he was a little embarrassed, and said to Mokong: "Brother, Yin Xiu insisted that I bring him here. He is my friend, and I can't refuse my friend."
"Friends?"
Mokong glanced at Yin Xiu, who still had the face and attire of a monk.
"Are you friends with a guy who does tricks and doesn't dare show his true self?"
Yin Xiu didn't care about his sarcasm, and just smiled and said: "Bodhi has no tree, and the mirror is not a stand."
"Huh?" Mokong frowned, "Are you chanting Buddhist verses to me?"
"Don't you monks all like to talk about this?"
White smoke evaporated, and Yin Xiu revealed her true body and straightened her collar.
"Where is Po Lan?"
Mokong pointed to it and said, "She is very good."
As soon as she finished speaking, Lan Po came to the railing and waved to Yin Xiu.
Yin Xiu grinned and waved to her.
Mokong's eyes twitched back, "Did you really come here alone? Aren't you afraid that after you come, I will threaten you with the old woman's life and tell you to be captured without mercy?"
"Of course you are this kind of person. I knew it from the time you kidnapped Lan Po and asked me to come. You can do anything."
"Then you still dare to come?"
Yin Xiu nodded, "I don't care anyway. That old woman was already dying. It doesn't matter whether she died or was slapped to death by you. When people ask about her in the future, they will only ask when she died and they don't care about her." How did he die?”
Before Mokong could react, shouts and curses came from the attic.
"Baozi! I really saw you right!! I've been so cruel to my grandma, how can I rest assured in the future..."
Before Lan Po finished her words, she was covered by the sound of neat footsteps.
Then, Lan Po saw clearly that at the other end of the square, lined up in rows, monks appeared from the shadows one after another.
These people were either holding swords, guns and sticks, or had their fists bare and their legs tied. They were dressed in different costumes and had different body shapes.
At this time, Yin Xiucai realized that letting A Dian bring him here was also part of the plan.
Although it is very likely that the monks of Hongde Temple have used various methods to ensure that Yin Xiu will eventually be guided to the Sutra Pavilion, but letting A Dian bring Yin Xiu here unknowingly is still a good move. chess.
Ah Dian is a bad guy, but he is not a fool. At this time, he also felt that something was wrong, "Yin Xiu, the monk did not betray you."
"I know, it's all because of that damn Ziwei Dou Shu and inspiration."
Yin Xiu patted his shoulder and told Ah Dian not to pay too much attention.
Then he took a step forward and said, "What? You don't have to help those female guests beg for children tonight?"
"With you as our distinguished guest, everyone has to put down their work tonight and have some fun with you."
"What, you guys from a well-known and decent family are planning to go together?"
Mokong shook his head, "As for these people in the temple, even a hundred of them are no match for you. It is useless to let them lose their lives."
As he spoke, he stepped forward, each step without any hesitation and making no sound, but each step left a deep footprint on the ground.
What a strong internal force, what a majestic energy.
“I called people but didn’t let them come in. I just watched.
Even if you are messing around outside, you ask so many people to stand there and not fight, and you have to treat each person to a bowl of fish ball soup. Why, you have nothing to do in the temple, so you want to ask so many people to watch the fight? ”
Mokong shook his head, "The reason why they are here is just to prevent you from running away and playing tricks."
"You are wrong, monk, and very wrong."
Yin Xiu shook her finger at him, "Playing tricks has always been an art, not a technique. How should I put it..."
After a pause, Yin Xiu continued: "Many people always think that playing tricks and using poison is just a trick, a little clever, but at a critical moment, it must be full of flaws and useless.
But I think this is confusing heroes with great men and saints. ”
"Oh?"
Mokong suddenly became interested and motioned for Yin Xiu to continue talking.
Yin Xiu grinned, "Those great men, kings, teachers, teachers, saints, no matter what they do behind the scenes, they always have to save face on the surface.
They care about being decent and good-looking in everything. Therefore, no matter in the history books or in any records, what they used was conspiracy and the way of king and dominion.
But we are different, we are little people, and little people have their own philosophy and ideas of survival.
You ask me to imitate those saints, who stretched out their right cheeks when someone slapped them on the other side, or when there was a fight, they shouted out to drive away the gangsters, fighting for the so-called "Tao" and "Righteousness", regardless of life and death. If ordinary people like us learned what the saints did, there would be nothing left.
Therefore, if we want to survive, we can't care too much about the so-called reputation. We can use the wisdom and tricks of little bugs, although in the eyes of the big shots, these are just despicable tricks and cleverness.
But what does that matter? I believe that good people will not be rewarded. To accomplish something, we must not put our hope in the appearance of Buddha or Bodhisattva. Only when we are alive can we achieve our goals.
So I say that playing tricks is an art, and it does not change because there are more or less people. ”
After hearing these words, Mo Kong was silent for a long time.
Although what Yin Xiu said was neither a Buddhist verse nor a witticism, it even seemed a bit crude and despicable, revealing a disgustingly superficial and frivolous feeling.
But Mokong seemed unable to think of a reason to refute. After all, this was not a sit-down argument, and the two sides did not necessarily have to argue anything.
But just because he couldn't identify anything, Mokong felt more and more that there was something nihilistic arising in his heart, which troubled him.
It was like a spider web, annoying but unable to be removed. It swayed gently in the breeze and hung on his face and body. It was sticky and the head and tail could not be found.
At a certain moment, Mokong finally understood why such a giant as Hongde Temple had three chiefs die in one month.
Moreover, these three chiefs all died at the hands of the same person, and the boat capsized in the gutter.
Because Yin Xiu, as he said, used those tricks and little wisdom to create a pin that could pierce a giant's toe.
The giants with their eyes and nostrils pointed high towards the sky fell down holding their toes without even noticing the danger under their feet.
[It seems I picked the wrong person? 】
This thought flashed through Mokong's mind with the night wind, and then he shook his head gently. It seemed that he disagreed with Yin Xiu's statement, but in fact he was dispelling the doubts and frustrations.
A crack appeared in Mokong's mental wall that had never appeared before. It was as conspicuous and disgusting as a mole on a beautiful woman's face.
He has understood that if Yin Xiu cannot be killed tonight, this "demon factor" will take root in his psychology forever, sprout and grow, so much that it will drive him crazy at some point.
"World Honored Ksitigarbha, Prajna Buddhas, Prajna Bama Kong!"
Mokong King Kong glared angrily, and shouted to dispel the confusion in his heart. At the same time, he also shocked Ah Dian on the side and slapped Yin Xiu with a palm.
"Well done!"
Yin Xiu stepped forward and slapped him.
The moment the palms of both parties touched each other, air waves erupted, and conspicuous cracks appeared on the bluestone slabs under their feet.
Mokong's palm was exhausted, and when he was about to raise his energy again, he felt that on the other side, Yin Xiu's energy seemed to have just started to work, and he was getting another breath before he lost it!
He couldn't help being surprised, and he forced himself to gather his energy, and instead of fighting Yin Xiu head-on, he quickly rushed back.
The floor beneath his feet shattered again, breaking into countless pieces.
Mokong stretched out his hands, and a wave of air swelled out from his sleeves, and then countless fragments shot towards Yin Xiu, covering him like a storm.
Yin Xiu did not retreat but advanced, facing the pile of debris.
When the first fragment was about to pierce his eyes, Yin Xiu's figure suddenly disappeared, her whole body escaped into the shadow, and she quickly rushed towards Mo Kong.
At this time, Mokong realized the annoyingness of Yin Xiu's tricks.
Facing the strong discomfort that almost made him vomit blood, Mokong raised his breath again and clicked his feet several times to distance himself from the shadow on the ground.
At this moment, the shadow penetrated into the huge shadow left by the Sutra Pavilion under the moonlight.
Mo Kong's figure also happened to be in the shadow. For a moment, Yin Xiu's shadow could not be found.
Because he has merged with the huge black shadow of the Sutra Pavilion, even if there are fluctuations, it is just like the bubbles secretly spit out by a small fish on the water, which is difficult to detect.
After a pause, Mokong decided to speed up and leave this area and return to the moonlight.
At this moment, cold murderous intent emerged from his right shoulder!
Yin Xiu appeared, the mandarin duck's double blades were sharp, one knife stabbed the shoulder, and the other knife slashed the neck. The two trajectories were different, but the same murderous black light penetrated Mo Kong's vitals.
In the flash of lightning, Mokong's red cassock suddenly bulged up, like an inflated rubber ball, or like a shield that was suddenly brought out, forcibly covering his whole body and blocking the blade.
Kasaya Kung Fu!
The cassock was broken into pieces, and Mo Kong finally had a chance to breathe, and a trace of blood returned to his face.
He looked down and saw that not only the red cassock, but also the apricot monk's clothes had been torn by the blade and turned into several pieces of rags.
Kasaya Kung Fu is originally a martial art used for defense and attack.
Through the sleeves of the cassock, the "hand" suddenly grew, unexpectedly.
Or, as before, act as a defense through agitation.
But now that the cassock is broken, the cassock skill cannot be used.
"There is nothing in the first place, so where can we get dust?"
With a low groan, Mokong simply tore his clothes and threw them aside, revealing his bronze body hidden under the monk's robe.
On his chest, which looked like it was carved out of marble, there was a blue unicorn with turbulent waves under its feet and a halberd in its mouth. It had straight lines from the waist to the shoulders, with teeth and claws spread out, lifelike! (End of chapter)