Li Daoxuan made up his mind and prepared to fight to the death, but at this moment, a burst of cheers sounded.
The feeling of being stared at by a wild beast suddenly disappeared.
Li Daoxuan breathed a sigh of relief and walked in the direction of the sound. After turning two corners, he found a group of people gathered around, seemingly watching the performance and cheering from time to time.
"Smash it, smash it quickly!"
"Master, what a powerful hard qigong!"
"Harder, harder!"
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Li Daoxuan went up and found two monks, one big and one small, performing arts.
The great monk is tall and round-waisted. He is wearing a tattered cassock. His eyebrows are kind and his eyes are full of smiles. He looks very much like the Maitreya Buddha enshrined in the temple.
At this moment, there was a large stone slab pressing on his big belly, which looked very heavy, making him look blue and out of breath.
The young monk was wearing a simple blue robe. Although the clothes were old, they were washed very clean. He looked about fifteen or sixteen years old, with red lips and white teeth. He was handsome and clear. If he had hair, he would look like a handsome young man.
At this moment, the little monk was trying hard to lift the big hammer that was almost taller than him, and hit the stone slab on the big monk's body with all his strength.
boom! boom! boom……
As he smashed it, he muttered: "Master, why can't this be smashed?"
The face of the great monk below was almost purple, and the fat all over his body was trembling, and he finally squeezed out a sentence.
"Which slate are you using?"
The young monk was a little embarrassed and said: "Master, I think monks should not lie to others, so I replaced the broken slate."
The great monk's face turned dark, his lips trembled, and he said: "Evil...disciple!"
What responded to him was the young monk's huge stone hammer.
boom!
The stone slab shattered, and the young monk let go of the hammer, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and regardless of the unconscious master, skillfully picked up a broken alms bowl and walked towards the people.
"Okay, wonderful!"
"awesome!"
"I didn't expect Master Sanle to know how to do hard Qigong, but why is he lying there motionless?"
Some people saw the young monk coming with an alms bowl and left quickly.
But there were still many people who gave money, not much, almost a copper coin, just to watch the fun.
No matter how much money the other party gave, the young monk would recite the Buddha's name in a low voice and bow deeply.
Bang!
A tael of silver was thrown into the young monk's alms bowl.
The young monk was stunned for a moment, then raised his head and saw a handsome Taoist priest holding an oil-paper umbrella and a wine gourd hanging from his waist. However, his clothes looked a little wet.
"Amitabha, the donor gave me too much, one copper plate is enough."
The young monk's eyes were clear, and he took out the two pieces of silver without hesitation and prepared to return it to Li Daoxuan.
Li Daoxuan looked at the unconscious monk and said with a smile: "Take it, take your master to see the doctor."
Seeing that Li Daoxuan refused to accept it, the young monk had no choice but to put away the two coins.
Li Dao
But when they met by chance, he didn't intend to have a close friendship and was ready to leave.
The young monk stood in front of him.
"Little Master, is there anything else?"
The young monk clasped his hands together and said, "Master originally did not allow me to interfere in these matters, but since the young monk has accepted money from the donor, he can no longer turn a blind eye."
Li Daoxuan was a little surprised and asked: "What happened?"
He had seen it before with his Dharma Eye. He found that this young monk had clear wisdom and extraordinary abilities. He was a good candidate for cultivation, but he had never practiced cultivation and had no magical power.
The young monk stared at Li Daoxuan, his eyes as clear as a mirror.
"The young monk saw that the benefactor's head was filled with clear air. He was a very blessed person. However, the clear air was mixed with the aura of calamity that reached the sky, and it became more and more intense. There was a faint tendency of black clouds to overwhelm him. I am afraid that within a few days, there will be a disaster. , there will be a disaster!"
Li Daoxuan looked at his serious look and couldn't help but want to laugh. This little monk obviously has no magic power, but he still dares to imitate the fortune teller to cheat money?
He ignored it and prepared to leave.
However, the little monk's next words made him freeze in place.
"If the young monk guessed correctly, the donor's disaster should have come from this oil-paper umbrella!"
The young monk stared closely at the oil-paper umbrella in Li Daoxuan's hand with a very solemn look and said: "The young monk saw a woman in red living in this umbrella. She was filled with gloomy energy and was very terrifying. Although she is asleep now, if she wakes up, Come, the donor’s life may not be guaranteed!”
Li Daoxuan looked at the young monk up and down, feeling surprised.
You must know that Sister Yu is in red, which is equivalent to a monk in the Yin Shen realm. Even if ordinary monks use their Dharma eyes, they would never expect to see Sister Yu, let alone Sister Yu who is still hiding in the umbrella at this moment.
But the young monk saw Sister Yu's true body at a glance?
The young monk indeed had no magic power, and he was very young. He didn't look like the kind of monk with powerful magic power, but he happened to see...
Li Daoxuan thought about what he said before, saying that he was under a dark cloud and there was a catastrophe.
And just now, he realized that he was being targeted and was preparing to fight to the death...
Seeing that Li Daoxuan remained silent, the young monk thought he was frightened.
"Donor, let's do this. The young monk can hold this umbrella for you!"
The little monk looked at the oil-paper umbrella with a hint of fear in his eyes, but he still mustered up the courage to say this.
Li Daoxuan came back to his senses. He smiled and said, "Thank you very much, little master, but the woman in this umbrella is my friend. She will never hurt me."
Hearing this, the young monk widened his eyes and said in surprise: "Donor, you... do you know?"
"To be honest, I am also a practicing practitioner, with some low-level practices. Of course, I can't compare to my little master's natural spiritual eyes."
Li Dao
Maybe this little monk is the same.
As expected, the young monk smiled sheepishly and said, "Master said I was born with smart eyes. In fact, apart from these eyes, I don't know anything. It was the young monk who showed off in front of the Taoist priest."
However, he looked at Li Daoxuan with some hesitation and said, "But the Taoist priest's calamity aura is indeed getting stronger. Could it be that the young monk got it wrong?"
Li Daoxuan shook his head. He knew that the calamity energy was real, but since the young monk was completely powerless, he didn't want to drag him down.
"Little Master, I'm leaving."
He is ready to leave.
"Wait a moment!"
The young monk handed back the two pieces of silver and said stubbornly: "Since the young monk can't help the donor avoid the disaster, then he must not accept this money!"
Li Daoxuan couldn't help but sigh, what a principled little monk.
Just when he was about to take the silver back, a fat hand snatched the silver away, wiped it on his clothes, and then hit the little monk on the head.
"You're a prodigal villain. Even our temple can't get rid of the blame. Why are you throwing money away?"
The great monk woke up at some point. When he saw Yinzi, his eyes shone and he was full of energy. How could he be less embarrassed than before?
Li Daoxuan's eyes narrowed, he didn't notice anything just now!
The little monk covered his head and burst into tears from the pain.
The great monk glanced at Li Daoxuan up and down, and then said with a smile: "This rich man - no, this benefactor, thank you for the reward. Let's do this. It's getting dark. Why don't the benefactor come back to the temple with us to stay for one night, which is considered a concession." The scoundrel has returned this karma."
"Is your temple far from here?"
Li Daoxuan asked.
"Not far, not far, just in the north of the city, and very quiet!"
"If that's the case, then I'm going to bother you."
Li Daoxuan didn't refuse. The big monk didn't know the depth, and the little monk was born with spiritual eyes.
Maybe following them, the black hands behind them would be a little wary.
When the great monk heard that Li Daoxuan had agreed, he patted his belly and said with a smile: "Xuan Zang, close the stall quickly, let's take the distinguished guests home!"
The young monk seemed to be very happy when he heard that Li Daoxuan was going back with them. He responded and quickly went to pack his things.
Only Li Daoxuan was messy in the wind.
Wait, what's that little monk's name?
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