Martial arts become stronger by eating

The two looked at each other, and there was a hint of puzzlement in their eyes. It is impossible for Zuo Lengchan to not know the strength of the two of them.

Unless the entire Shaolin Temple comes out in full force, it is absolutely impossible to keep them.

Splashing dirty water outside now has no other purpose except to make the relationship between the two parties more tense. On the contrary, it may stimulate the two of them and make them attack the disciples of Songshan sect.

Suddenly, Lin Pingzhi thought of a possibility.

"Could it be that Zuo Lengchan wants to use the power of Shaolin to hold us back so that he can take advantage of the opportunity to attack the Huashan faction?"

Hearing this, Yue Buqun at the side couldn't sit still.

Now among the Huashan faction, only Ningzhong is a first-class master in the world.

If the Songshan faction insisted on attacking the Huashan faction, it would be impossible for the Huashan faction to stop it.

"It seems that I can't even eat an stable meal." After speaking, Lin Pingzhi shouted at the shopkeeper at the counter: "Shopkeeper, prepare some dry food for us, and bring our horses here!"

Naturally, it was impossible to eat, and the two hurried out of the city.

The results have not gone far.

The two were stopped by more than ten Shaolin disciples.

"Amitabha, goodness, goodness, benefactor Lin, Shaolin Fang is strict and courteous!"

In the lead was a middle-aged monk in his forties with a benevolent face and saluted.

Seeing the person coming, Yue Buqun's expression changed, and he whispered a reminder in Lin Pingzhi's ear.

"It's really unbelievable that even the head of Shaolin Dharma Academy is mobilized for mere rumors!"

Lin Pingzhi laughed loudly, reined in his horse, flew up, and landed lightly two zhang away from Fang Yan.

"Benefactor Lin is so light!"

Fang Yan's eyes lit up, and he exclaimed in admiration.

But the dozen or so young Shaolin monks who are all full of vigor behind him all showed seriousness and tension.

"Okay, great monk, stop flattering! I have something to say, I don't like you great monks."

Lin Pingzhi stood with his hands behind his back, facing these Shaolin monks calmly.

Don't take the other party's flattery seriously.

Not to mention being troubled by a few big bald heads all this time, just the phrase "put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha immediately" that the monk said was enough to make him disgusted.

If all the wicked put down their butcher knives and convert to Buddhism, they will be able to wash away their sins.

Those who have been harmed by them, who should they turn to to avenge them?

"Master Fang Yan, Huashan Mountain is no longer polite!"

Seeing that the atmosphere of the scene seemed a bit awkward, Yue Buqun also practiced lightness kung fu, got off the horse, smiled and cupped his hands at Monk Fang Yan.

"Lady Yue is here, which is really great."

That Fang Yan clasped his palms together to salute, and said a word full of deep meaning.

"I don't know what the big monk Fang Yan is doing to block our way?"

Lin Pingzhi obviously didn't like to chat with these great monks, so he asked directly.

These words suddenly made the whole scene tense.

Monk Fang Yan is quite handsome, and still has a kind face, but the dozen or so Shaolin monks behind him are a little impatient, their nerves have collapsed, and they are ready to fight.

"Dare to ask Benefactor Lin, have you heard of the recent rumors in the world?"

Fang Yan clasped his hands together, lowered his eyebrows and bowed his head, not answering the question.

"If you have something to say, there are thousands of rumors in the world, and I'm not an old woman who listens to the corner. How can I have so much thought to listen to the rumors of Lao Shizi?"

What I hate the most is that these great monks babble all day long, talking nonsense.

Didn't he just want to ask him if he knows the invincibility of King Kong? What kind of wolf with a big tail is he pretending to be!

Fang Yan suddenly raised his head and opened his eyes, his eyes gleamed with brilliance, he stared at Lin Pingzhi and asked in a deep voice: "Young monk once heard that Master Lin has practiced my Shaolin's unique art "King Kong is not bad", how dare you ask?" Is it true?"

"I wish I hadn't asked earlier!"

Lin Pingzhi raised the corner of his mouth and smiled, "I am wearing a horizontal iron shirt, but anyone who has some martial arts attainments should be able to see it. Fang Yan, you are the head of the Bodhidharma Academy, and you are proficient in all kinds of martial arts in Shaolin." Learn, can't you see it?"

"The rumors may not be groundless, benefactor Lin is highly skilled in martial arts, forgive me for my clumsy eyesight, I can't recognize it."

Monk Fang Yan's eyes were fixed, and he still refused to let go: "I also ask Benefactor Lin to return to Shaolin with me. If the innocence of Benefactor Lin is confirmed, I will personally apologize to Benefactor Lin at that time!"

"It's really the biggest joke in the world!"

Seeing that the great monk couldn't help but turn his face, Lin Pingzhi simply stopped pretending.

With a sneer: "Great monk, you remember, Laozi is not a prisoner of your Shaolin Temple. If you want to bring me back to Shaolin Temple, it depends on whether you have the ability!"

This statement came out.

The atmosphere became more dignified, and the air around him seemed to stop circulating.

It was so dull and oppressive that one could hardly breathe, especially the dozen or so Shaolin monks following Fang Yan, some of them had a thin layer of cold sweat on their foreheads.

"Amitabha! Donor Lin is too worried."

The veins on Fang Shi's forehead twitched and disappeared instantly.

A pair of piercing eyes stared at Lin Pingzhi for a long time, then bowed his head and folded his hands together, apologizing: "The poor monk has no other intentions, but is just worried that Shaolin's unique knowledge may be leaked, so I am too impatient, please forgive me, Lord Lin!"

The corner of Lin Pingzhi's mouth twitched, slightly curved.

"Worthy of being a 'Shaolin monk', after all, he has an extraordinary bearing."

These great Shaolin monks usually chant scriptures and chant Buddha one by one, pretending to be benevolent and moral, but when they encounter something related to their interests, their faces change instantly, and they are ruthless and cruel, without the slightest mercy of monks.

"I don't know if Master Lin can go back to Shaolin Temple with me. After being screened by my abbot brother, we can clear the suspicion of Master Lin."

Fang Yan proclaimed the Buddha's name, changed the topic, and returned to the topic just now.

"I'll go to your second uncle!"

Lin Pingzhi raised two middle fingers at the monk Fang Yan.

He said bluntly: "Didn't you understand people's words? What kind of thing is your Raoshizi King Kong not bad? It's worth my concern? You want to take me to Shaolin, so that you can take the opportunity to convert me? Hehe, dreaming!"

"Amitabha!"

The blood vessels on Fang Yan's forehead exploded, and he suppressed it instantly. His plain old face was flushed with suffocation, and he uttered the Buddha's name loudly, like thunder rolling and exploding in his ears, showing his superb internal strength.

"The benefactor is joking. I, Shaolin people, have always been merciful, so how can I secretly attack Lin benefactor."

This monk Fang Yan reckoned to belong to the bastard, and he could not hold back his outburst after being teased by Lin Pingzhi.

Yue Buqun at the side was also a little impatient.

"Master Fang Yan, since his debut, Lin Shaoxia has been using iron shirts horizontally. Everyone knows that! It's too overbearing for you to accuse him of practicing the "King Kong Immortal Art". .”

What Monk Fang Yan said inside and outside the words, it is obvious that he wants to take Lin Pingzhi to Shaolin Temple.

At this moment, Songshan faction might be on their way to Huashan, if Lin Pingzhi is brought to Shaolin, then who will resist Zuo Lengchan?

What a joke!

Absolutely not!