The breeze blows softly on the official road. It is originally an official road in the human world, but it is like a Buddhist pagoda born in the mortal world, blocking the carriage of Xiao Hei and his party.
On the side of the official road less than ten miles away from Yecheng, under an old tree with a crown like an umbrella, a monk like the Buddha statue on the mountain of Hanshan Temple was sitting on a bluestone.
A heavy rain overnight blew off countless leaves. The gentle breeze blew and the branches of the old tree scattered like a huge parasol, blocking the wind, rain and light for the monks under the tree.
The clouds blocking the sky have dispersed, and there is no sound of chanting from the official road. Only the fat monk, motionless as a mountain, quietly looks at the two horses pulling the cart.
As a result, the horse could no longer take a step forward.
Xiao Hei sighed and said to the coachman: "Uncle, please move me to the monk. You stay away and wait for me to reason with him."
When Gao Yue saw him, he couldn't help but rush out and curse.
Xiao Hei stretched out his hand to stop her and said with a wry smile: "You can't beat him."
Bai Ling frowned and asked, "Do you want my help? Let's work together to kill him!"
Xiao Hei shook his head and replied quietly: "You stay in the carriage, you are no match for him, don't go and die."
The driver drove the horse to the side of the road and parked it, then carried Xiao Hei to the fat monk under the old tree. Gao Yue followed him with a chair. behind.
Then Xiao Hei sat down on a chair on the roadside five feet away from the fat monk.
He waved his hands quietly: "You go and rest for a while, I will talk to the monk."
The fat monk with a smile on his face looked at Xiao Hei with a sad face in front of him, and couldn't help but asked lightly: "Why is the donor looking so sad? Is there something evil in his heart?"
Xiao Hei looked at the fat monk sitting on the bluestone floor, and the uneasy mood on his face gradually calmed down.
Looking at the other person, he sighed softly and said: "I'm worried that you are blocking my way, but I am eager to return home. The whole family is waiting for me to come home for dinner."
When Xiao Hei sat in front of the fat monk, the bells in his mind had stopped.
The expression on the face of the fat monk in front of him, who looked like a Buddha statue in Hanshan Temple, did not show any joy because of Xiao Hei's arrival.
The fat monk smiled faintly: "Yes, you are anxious to go home for dinner, and I also want to go back early to see the Buddha."
"Let's be honest, you are an outsider, why are you blocking my way? Do I know you?"
Xiao Hei was a little angry, so he pinched five thin bamboo branches in his hand.
After these days of playing with them, the five bamboo branches had become smooth and bright in his hands, even smoother than his fingers.
The door to his home was in front of him, and Xiao Hei was eager to return home, but a monk came from nowhere and blocked the way.
Moreover, he used his supreme cultivation and Dharma to calm the two horses pulling the cart, which made him very angry.
But even so, he still planned to talk to the seemingly kind-hearted fat monk first.
The fat monk didn't expect that Xiao Hei turned out to be a young man with handicapped legs and feet, so he couldn't help but murmured to himself: "Could it be that I made a mistake?"
In his opinion, how could this young man with no spiritual energy in front of him hurt dozens of monks in Hanshan Temple?
How could he destroy the sacred Buddha on the mountain that had existed for who knows how many years with just a wave of his hand?
It was early summer, and although the sun in the sky had hidden behind the clouds, the wind still seemed a little hot, just like the hearts of the two of them at the moment.
Even though the ancient tree stretched out its huge crown, it still couldn't bring the two of them a breeze that could extinguish the flames in their hearts.
Xiao Hei, who was sitting under the tree, looked at the trembling branches above his head and said, "Since it was wrong, please let us leave. I am in a hurry to go home."
Since the fat monk in front of him said he recognized the wrong person, when Xiao Hei wanted to leave, he thought this guy should not block his way.
"You want me to think about it." The fat monk said as he sat on the bluestone.
So he took out a bronze mirror, which looked like a magic mirror to Xiao Hei, and looked at the sky to the north, and then at himself.
Then, while Bai Ling and Gao Yue were stunned, the fat monk held the bronze mirror in his hand.
He took a photo at Xiao Hei who was only three feet away from him.
Amid Bai Ling's exclamation, the bronze mirror in the fat monk's hand buzzed, and a ray of Buddha's light appeared in front of the group of people.
In Xiao Hei's eyes, it was the stone statue in Hanshan Temple with two broken arms and no head.
So he laughed lightly and murmured to himself: "It seems that my brother is right, cause and effect never fails."
Just here, there was a croaking sound in the sky, and a few black crows landed on the canopy of the tree where the fat monk was meditating.
Silently watching Xiao Hei sitting on the chair under the tree, he croaked, as if asking the poor guy under the tree if he wanted to recruit his companions for help.
Xiao Hei raised his head, shook his head, and said in an inaudible voice: "No, if I really want to leave, no one in this world can stop me."
The crows on the treetop fell silent for a moment.
Xiao Hei sighed, looked at the fat monk in front of him and asked: "Are you so sure it's me? You, a monk, don't have any compassion. Do you think about doing evil in this world every night?"
This was the first time he said this to the monk he met. Before that, he would only shoot him with one arrow.
However, the fat monk in front of him obviously didn't want to let him go.
Quietly, the fat monk put away the bronze mirror in his hand.
He said coldly: "Come on, explain to me where the Buddha's light comes from in your body? Which temple are you a disciple of, and which Buddhist scriptures have you practiced?"
"I am not a Buddhist disciple as you say."
Xiao Hei did not avoid his gaze, looking at the crow on the tree and said: "Even if I have read a few Buddhist scriptures, I am not a Buddhist disciple. Do you care where I come from?"
Xiao Hei knew that the old monk had left three ancient scriptures in his mind. If he refused to admit it, he would be scolded again the next time they met.
After thinking about it, I decided to act rogue, thinking that I was not my brother.
There was a sad look on his face, and he couldn't help but chatter a few more words: "Monk, are you sitting here the Buddha who can end everything in the world? If not, please make way."
The fat monk was angry and said sternly: "You still want to quibble? If you have never been to Hanshan Temple, why did I see the tearful great Buddha in your eyes?"
When Xiao Hei heard this, he was speechless.
After staying in a daze for a long time, he murmured to himself: "Why do you have to stop me? I was just passing by Hanshan Temple at the beginning. Why do you want to cause trouble for me?"
In his opinion, he was just passing by with Qingyu, but the monk at the foot of the mountain stopped him for no reason.
"When did Hanshan Temple actually raise monk soldiers? When did the monk soldiers of Hanshan Temple get to block the way of bandits and killers? Are you Buddha or demon?"
All at once, Xiao Hei vented all the anger in his heart.
He even looked forward to the monk in front of him who was more powerful than Wang Yijian who had been killed outside the inn before.
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No matter how much debt you have, you can fight whatever you want!
He also understood that now that he had broken his skin, the fat monk would never let him go no matter what.
In order that his family would no longer be targeted by Hanshan Temple, he did not intend to fall in love with the fat monk in front of him. He waited for this guy to get angry and then attack him.
Until now, Xiao Hei was still playing with the thin bamboo branches in his hands and did not reveal his weapon in fear.
The fat monk looked into his eyes and shook his head, his kind and compassionate face replaced by the ice and snow in the cold winter. The next moment, he would freeze the snow in front of him and then smash it to the ground with his palm.
Slowly turning the beads in his hand, the fat monk said: "There is no conflict between you and me. I can't solve the problem of why the monk soldiers in the temple blocked the way. I just want to take you back!"
"Do you want to catch me and then go back to Hanshan Temple and kill me in front of that stone?"
Xiao Hei sneered and said quietly: "It's just a stone statue carved from stone by the world. Why does he decide the life and death of the world? Is he the emperor of Northern Qi?"
"You still say that he is the way of heaven in this world?!" Xiao Hei began to understand the power of heaven and earth under the influence of his brother after returning from Wanli River Styx.
Although his understanding is not as good as his brother's, he is a naturally spiritual Golden Crow!
He is between heaven and earth, a divine bird from ancient times. How can he tolerate the defilement of so-called stone statues in this world?
The fat monk said: "I just followed the orders of the abbot and senior brother to arrest you and bring you back to the temple. How should I deal with you, which is not my business?"
Xiao Hei was furious, patted the chair under him and cursed: "Why do you decide my life or death? No wonder you want to privately support monk soldiers and occupy thousands of acres of farmland at the foot of the mountain. It seems that you want to replace Xifen Prefecture!"
At this moment, Xiao Hei was even more furious. In front of him was an accomplice who didn't care about right and wrong, and didn't understand cause and effect.
He only has eyes for his senior brother and doesn't even distinguish between gods, Buddhas and demons!
The fat monk shook his head again and said coldly: "I don't want to know the result. I only care about the process. I have told you too many things."
The fat monk gently flicked his sleeves and prepared to attack Xiao Hei.
The crows on the tree crown felt something, and couldn't help but croaked, as if to remind Xiao Hei under the tree that the evil monk in front of him was about to take action.
Xiao Hei looked up at the crow on the tree and murmured: "Unless the sky falls, no one can hurt me."
After thinking for a while, he looked into the void and asked: "Senior, they have forced me again and again this time. You know I am a guy who is afraid of death..."
Naturally, the old monk's voice would not come from the void.
But the originally gloomy sky became even darker, as if someone above the nine heavens didn't like it, so even the bright sunshine of this love affair was withdrawn.
The fat monk sighed and stopped talking to Xiao Hei about Buddhist principles.
He wanted to use the boundless Dharma to subdue this human monster without a trace of spiritual power, and then take him back to Hanshan Temple to complete his mission.
Then, a faint Buddha's light emerged behind him, and gradually, a Vajra transformed from the Buddha's light appeared in front of Xiao Hei.
Gradually King Kong revealed his face, even higher than the high tree crown, with an indifferent expression, seemingly unconcerned, and without any human emotions.
He just stared coldly at the ant-like young man under the tree.
He is the fat monk's Dharma Appearance. Once the Dharma Appearance appears, it can subdue demons, eliminate demons, move mountains, and fill seas.
The fat monk recited Buddhist sutras quickly, and King Kong's face became more and more solid. In the eyes of Bai Ling, Gao Yue and the driver, King Kong on the tree crown had already raised a golden sword in his hand!
The moment the golden sword appeared, several crows on the tree crown shouted "Quak!", flapped their wings and flew into the sky, then circled above Xiao Hei's head.
Xiao Hei looked up at the crow that was flapping its wings and flying away, circling above his head, and grinned.
At this moment, Xiao Hei held the thin bamboo branch in his left hand, and for the first time, took out the bamboo sword that had never been shown to anyone.
The moment the bamboo sword engraved with two runes appeared, there was a faint smell of burning flames, which spread in all directions along with the hot wind.
"Bamboo sword!" Bai Ling frowned.
"Bamboo sword? What's the use of this?" Gao Yue became anxious.
