"call out!"

Just as Sojiro Noda was in a daze, the alcohol sprayed by the old Taoist riding donkey was about to touch his face, suddenly split into two, passing through Sojiro Noda's temples, pressing against his skin and peeling off the hair on his temples.

A mountain wind blew, and the falling short hair fluttered in the air.

Noda Sojiro's face was ashamed and he was disheartened for a moment, "What kind of sword technique is this? If this Taoist wants to kill me, wouldn't it be just a matter of thought?"

Wang Gangdan and Leng Beifei next to him were also frightened when they saw this situation.

Although the old Taoist riding a donkey didn't say a word from beginning to end, he just rode the donkey so easily and passed by them like a passerby. However, he drank like this and squirted and held a knife, it was more surprising than anything he said, which made everyone who knew it was powerful numb.

A martial arts master as big as Sojiro Noda seemed to have no power to fight back in front of this old Taoist, and was stunned.

Noda Sojiro said to Wang Gangdan at the last moment, "As long as he has his sword in hand, the action of challenging the Chinese masters will not stop." The next moment, his samurai sword was taken away by this unpretentious old Taoist.

This is a wonderful irony for Sojiro Noda.

Seeing the old Taoist riding a donkey climbing up quickly, Wang Gangdan and Leng Beifei looked at each other, and ignored Noda Sojiro. They exerted their strength at the same time and ran up the mountain.

There are so many dead people lying on the mountain. Even if they are not for chasing the old Taoist, they have to find ways to deal with it.

Nowadays, more and more people coming to Shaolin Temple for tourism must move these dead bodies as soon as possible.

Both of them were martial arts masters, climbing very quickly, and taking more than ten steps in one step. However, even so, the little donkey climbing the stone steps was getting farther and farther away. When the two ran to the gate of Shaolin Temple, the old Taoist riding the donkey had long disappeared. There were only a dozen monks who were carrying the bodies in front of the gate. The wide square was covered with blood.

Among the blood, two rows of footprints spread from the temple entrance to the end of the stairs in the square. Each footprint was about three inches into the stone, and the five toes seemed to be like the footprints left by normal people walking on the beach. Even if a skilled craftsman carves, they might not be able to carve them so vividly.

Wang Gangdan and Leng Beifei looked at the row of footprints and their scalp felt numb again. This advanced cultivation level had exceeded their cognition.

Before Guo Dalu filmed "Shaolin Temple", there were only a few monks in Shaolin Temple. After the popularity of "Shaolin Temple", the local government attached great importance to this and allocated huge sums of money to rebuild the temple for Shaolin Temple and reshape the golden body. They repaired it inside and outside. The monks who had run away before returned to the temple one after another.

Now the people who packed the corpses in front of the temple gate have almost just returned to the monk. The newly ordained monk is too timid and has less tempering and cannot see so many dead people.

"Did you see the old Taoist riding a donkey?"

Wang Gangdan walked to a middle-aged monk and asked loudly: "Mingde, have you seen where he went?"

The middle-aged monk Mingde recognized Wang Gangdan and hurriedly lowered his head and closed his eyes and said, "Amitabha, Miss Wang, that senior has entered the temple!"

Wang Gangdan didn't say much, and went straight to the temple with Leng Beifei. When the monk guarding the gate saw that it was them, he bowed slightly and did not intercept him.

As soon as the two of them ran into the temple, they saw the crazy monk holding a Zen stick sitting cross-legged on a lotus stone platform in front of the Main Hall. The Zen stick was deeply inserted into the bluestone floor next to the stone platform. A group of old monks surrounded the old monk and knelt down to salute.

The old Taoist riding the donkey just now was half lying and leaning against the donkey, quietly looking at the old monk, with no sadness or joy on his face, but Noda Sojiro's samurai sword was inserted in front of the old monk at some point.

The old monk, who had a crazy and murderous look on his face, had kind-hearted eyes at this time, washed away his previous anger, his eyes were clear and his face was strange.

Seeing Wang Gangdan and Leng Beifei coming over, the old monk Pu sighed, "Good, good, a big dream in a hundred years, adding countless killing karma!"

He looked at the group of monks kneeling in front of him and said lightly: "I have been practicing for a hundred years. I occasionally got it. The old monk wanted to preach here, but I wonder if it is possible?"

The host of Shaolin Temple, Monk Fang Zheng, hurriedly said, "Please ask the uncle to preach, and the disciples listen carefully!"

Puyuan nodded slightly to the old Taoist riding donkey, then looked at the steep peak of Songshan Mountain, nodded slightly, as if someone was saying hello.

After a while, the old monk sat upright on the lotus platform and began to preach.

Wang Gangdan and Leng Beifei had never studied Buddhism. They didn't know what the old monk said at all, but the tone of the old monk spoke had a strange charm, which made people want to listen intently. What was particularly amazing was that they couldn't understand what the old monk said, but they fully understood the meaning.

It was like seeing a horse. Even if no one told them that it was a horse, since they saw it, even if they didn't know the name of the horse, the shape of the horse was left in their hearts. The white horse was not a horse, and it was also in it.

This old monk said that it seemed to be a dialogue directly against the mind. In this case, the language had become pale. People who use eyes to pass on their eyes and sound to pass on the Dharma. Those who listen to the Dharma all felt enlightened and suddenly realized, and things that they had not understood for many years would be understood in one go.

After a long time, the old monk on the lotus platform finally finished speaking. He laughed and said a few Buddhist verses:

"Carrying for a long time to do evil,????

Take refuge in my Buddha with one thought.????

Drink and eat meat and recite Amitabha,???

?Meditation in the Sutra Pavilion.???

?The dust brushes away,????

Kill out the true fruit of Bodhi.

Alas!????

Pull off the golden rope and open the jade lock,????

Today I know that I am me!"

After saying these words, he smiled, his hands were made into a seal, and his body remained silent.

Fang Zheng and others knelt on the ground for a long time, and came to their senses from the afterglow of the old monk's statement. When they stood up from the ground, they saw Puyuan motionless, thinking that he was resting when he said he was tired, but after waiting for a long time, Monk Puyuan remained motionless in his seal posture.

Fang Zheng suddenly burst down and looked closer, but found that the old monk Puyuan had no breath, and the jade pillars in his nose were hanging upside down, and had passed away for a long time.

Fang Zheng was so heartbroken that he knelt down on the ground and let out a sad voice, "Uncle Master——"

Only then did the rest of the monks in the yard realize that the mad monk had passed away, and they all knelt on the ground and cried bitterly, sending the ancestors to the throne.

Wang Gangdan and Leng Beifei listened to the old monk's teachings and were impressed by Puyuan at this time. When they saw him pass away, they were both extremely surprised. They walked forward and kowtowed to Puyuan a few times before turning around and leaving the temple.

When the two walked out of the temple gate, they saw the old Taoist who was riding a donkey just now riding a small donkey and walking down the stone steps towards the mountain. Wang Gangdan and the others were ignorant of what he was walking out of the temple gate.

Wang Gangdan was willing to say hello to the old Taoist, but the donkey under the old Taoist was running fast. With Wang Gangdan's footsteps, he couldn't catch up with him. He went down the mountain so quickly that he saw Sojiro Noda sitting cross-stone on a bluestone on the mountainside.

At this time, Noda Sojiro had a leucorrhea wrapped around his forehead, and he sat quietly, as if waiting for someone.

When the donkey rider appeared in front of him, Noda Sojiro's eyes flashed, and his body flashed, and he had already floated before the old Taoist little donkey.

At this moment, the aura of the old Taoist riding donkey suddenly changed, and his fingers were like a sword. The whole person and the little donkey under his crotch seemed to turn into a sharp sword that opened the sky at the same time. It was so powerful that it was incredibly powerful that it seemed that the entire Songshan Mountain was about to be split by his sword.

The trees swayed on the hillside, the birds flew in awe, and the fallen leaves were stirred by the sword energy, rotating and dancing.

Noda Sojiro's body felt like he was bound by an invisible huge force, and his aura was stagnant and he could not hide. In shock and anger, he opened his mouth and roared like a beast's howling, resounding throughout the mountains.

Just as the old Taoist pointed his sword forward and was about to touch Noda Sojiro's forehead, a whimpering sound of pottery suddenly came from a distance, circled around the old Taoist like a ribbon, and then gradually dissipated.

The old Taoist was slightly stunned, then laughed, "Okay, leave him for you!"

He immediately withdrew his sword finger and returned to his lazy appearance in an instant. He patted the green donkey's head, and walked quickly down the mountain, and disappeared after a while.
Chapter completed!