In the blink of an eye, the bearded man had grabbed the piece of silver. He grasped it with five fingers and lifted it hard, trying to grab the silver in the young monk's hand.
But the silver in the young monk's hand didn't move at all.
He thought he had an illusion, and after being stunned for a moment, he grabbed the silver again.
But the piece of silver seemed to have grown in the monk's hand and remained motionless.
Now the man was quite surprised. He looked up at the young monk and saw the latter looking at him with a smile.
The man was filled with shock and anger, and his expression changed.
His five fingers were still grasping the piece of silver, but secretly he had gathered all his strength again to grab the silver from the monk's hand.
But what surprised him was that no matter how hard he tried, the silver never left the monk's hand. And as the bearded man's fingers gradually increased their strength, the piece of silver also became heavier, as if what was placed in his hand was not thirty taels but three hundred kilograms.
The bearded man gritted his teeth and held on to the money tightly. But the young monk remained motionless despite his full grasp.
His feet were like nails to the ground.
There was a brief moment of stillness between the two, leaving others confused.
Seeing this situation, several other people at Qiaotou felt a little strange. They also saw that the boss's expression gradually became serious, and they were even more puzzled.
Beads of sweat were already appearing on the forehead of the bearded man, because he felt that the monk's palm seemed to have endless suction. The harder he exerted force, the heavier the silver became. Eventually, his arm holding the silver began to become heavy and soft, and for a while Unable to gather any more strength, I had to let go.
"You monster monk!" the man shouted angrily, then slashed out with his left hand, slashing at the young monk's outstretched wrist.
His left hand turned out to be stronger and more flexible than his right hand.
The sword was as bright as snow, and it struck the young monk's wrist in an instant.
When the refugees who were watching saw this, they couldn't help but burst into exclamations. Under such a sharp blade, the young monk would definitely cut off his hand on the spot.
The young monk remained motionless.
But the knife suddenly settled an inch above the monk's wrist and stopped moving.
The bearded man's face turned green and white at this moment, as if he had seen a ghost, and the knife in his hand seemed to be grabbed by an invisible giant hand. In shock, he turned his head and shouted angrily behind him: "Go ahead and kill this demonic monk!"
The five people behind him were still immersed in surprise, but they suddenly came to their senses when the boss shouted. All of them immediately charged towards the young monk like hungry tigers, swinging their swords.
"Amitabha!" The young monk suddenly announced the Buddha's name. As he clasped his hands together, his eyes suddenly became bright!
"Li Po Di Po Di, please ask He, please He..."
The young monk moved his lips and teeth lightly and recited a Buddhist mantra.
Five knives were already approaching him.
The moment the mantra was spoken, the young monk suddenly felt the aura of a bright sage, and then he flicked one hand towards the five sharp knives.
The young monk's movements seemed to be understated, but an immeasurable and majestic force suddenly surged between the gestures. The knives in the hands of the five people were as if they had been struck on a copper wall, and they were all shaken and flew out.
The five people were forced by this tyrannical and unparalleled force to lose their footing, staggering and almost falling on the bridge. Then, all of them looked at the young monk with pale faces, and looked at the young monk in horror.
The bearded man, who was still maintaining the chopping motion, was already soaked in sweat.
The sound of the mantra recited by the young monk reverberated in his ears like a loud bell. The man couldn't help but trembled, and his heart no longer had any fighting spirit.
His grip on the knife suddenly softened, and the long knife in his hand fell to the ground.
At the same time, the refugees in Yingchoujian were stunned on the spot.
In that brief moment, there seemed to be boundless Buddha light shining all over Yingchou Stream, and the heaven and earth were silent for a moment.
"The mantra of the Seven Buddhas to extinguish sin! This little monk is so good at life!" Shang Yixing saw this and couldn't help but murmured to himself: "At such an age, he has already achieved such a wonderful state of mind. It seems that the rumors are indeed true. Tianlun Temple is expected to prosper."
There were ups and downs in his heart, and he couldn't help turning his head again to look at Mingchuan, who was watching the excitement attentively. The expression in his eyes changed several times, and finally he smiled in relief.
Everything in the world is predestined, cause and effect are determined, and follow the will of God. Mingchuan, it is true that being a teacher cannot be freed from persistence, but those fixed numbers should not be imposed on you by me. Just be at ease, and you should have your own destiny.
"Donor, it seems that you have lost." The young monk still looked calm. He still stretched out his hand, and the thirty taels of silver in his hand remained untouched.
The bearded man's face was pale, and the five people behind him showed no signs of arrogance. The six of them stood stunned on the bridge, speechless for a long time.
The young monk they saw today undoubtedly shocked them.
The bearded man suddenly smiled bitterly and said: "Little monk, you won, and I am convinced that I lost. I have heard people tell stories about people like you before, and I always thought it was a story they made up. Unexpectedly, what I saw today, it turns out that We are actually sitting in a well looking at the sky."
"The vast world is filled with all kinds of wonderful Dharma. All realms are magical and magical." The young monk clasped his hands together and said to the six people: "On behalf of these suffering people behind me, I would like to thank all the donors for opening the door of convenience."
As soon as he finished speaking, a gust of mountain wind blew by, and the piece of silver in his hand turned into powder in front of everyone's eyes and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
The six people were stunned and speechless for a moment.
The bearded man shook his head and sighed: "Only when you meet an expert today will you know what it means to be blinded by a leaf. Forget it, I am willing to admit defeat. You can go."
He looked extremely frustrated and walked out of the bridge first, and the other five people had to follow him to get out of the way.
Everyone in Yingchoujian was extremely shocked, and they all looked at the two monks with admiration.
"Master, that little monk is so powerful! You can't even cut him with a knife." Mingchuan, who was far away from Qiaotou, had eyes full of admiration.
Shang Yixing's eyes were fixed on the young monk for a long time, and then he said: "That young monk possesses the cultivation of Buddhist emptiness, which can be said to be the pinnacle of Buddhist martial arts. With the abilities of those six grass bandits, not to mention the six Even if there were ten times as many knives, they would never come as close as three feet in front of him."
Mingchuan's eyes widened. He pulled Shang Yixing's sleeve and asked in surprise: "How did he do it?"
Shang Yixing Ningshen said: "The path of martial arts is vast and endless, and there are more than tens of millions of people practicing martial arts in this world, but in the end, those who can truly become masters of this way are all those who are gifted and have extraordinary understanding. And this little monk has extraordinary abilities regardless of his abilities. It is unique among ten thousand, and with the guidance of a good teacher, it is not surprising that I have achieved this level of cultivation now."
Mingchuan groaned, then suddenly turned to Shang Yixing and blinked: "Master, what do you think of my talent and understanding?"
Shang Yixing couldn't help being stunned for a moment, and then said: "You boy, your talent is indeed not bad, but your understanding is slightly lacking. This does not mean that you do not have innate understanding, but that you do not use your heart and mind to do it." Understand. If you are determined, you will have at least 60% of the skills in "Haoran Mingjuan"."
Mingchuan was a little dazed when he heard it, and his expression was a little strange, and he said: "Master, if I work hard, can I be as powerful as that little monk in the end?"
Shang Yixing was a little surprised. Ever since he accepted Mingchuan as his disciple, he found that although this boy was smart and talented, his personality was too loose. If it was something he wasn't interested in, no matter how he was guided, he would be half-hearted and unable to raise his energy. Especially when it came to martial arts, he would do it hastily and perfunctorily. This makes Laoqiongsu very helpless. His life experience in business can be described as brilliant, and his status is one of the pinnacles of the three religions. As the pinnacle of Confucianism, he was both civil and military in business, mind, and practice. In terms of essay talent, if he claimed to be the second best in the world, no one would dare to claim the number one spot in the world today. In terms of martial arts, Shang Yixing not only had superb swordsmanship, but also practiced the inner strength of the martial arts secret "Haoran Mingjuan". He was once a master-level existence comparable to Chongzhen Lu Huaichen. He even got to know Zhuo Shiran, the leader of the Sword Sect, and Hua Zipiao Wangnian, the leader of the Chunqiu Pavilion. Zhuo Shiran and Hua Zipiao were already famous masters in the martial arts world thirty years ago, and now they are even more so. Shang Yixing is famous all over the world for his sword of calligraphy, and the sword "The Legend of the Gentleman" he carries with him is a peerless magic weapon. He enjoys the reputation of "the style of the gentleman with calligraphy and sword" in the martial arts world.
And for a martial arts legend like him to accept a disciple like Mingchuan who had no goals and no beliefs, how could he not make Shang Yixing shake his head and sigh? But now this kid seems to have the idea of changing his mind, which indeed makes the old poor man secretly excited.
The old poor man secretly rejoiced in his heart. If the young monk at the bridge could make Mingchuan wake up and restrain his mind and study hard, he would be able to teach others what he had learned in his life, and Confucianism would not be in decline in the future.
Thinking of this, Shang Yixing coughed dryly and said without changing his expression: "There are many sects in martial arts, and they are of different types. With your talent, if you can focus on martial arts and practice with concentration in the future, can you be like that little monk? Although it’s hard to say, within three years you will definitely be reborn. If you can reach another state of enlightenment, within ten years, you will definitely achieve another version of yourself that you can’t even imagine now.”
Having said this, the old poor man glanced at the skinny young man: "But this must have a prerequisite, that is, you must be able to endure hardship and endure loneliness."
"Effort hardship?" Mingchuan murmured: "Master, I think we have suffered enough now." He sighed pretending to be mature and continued: "Forget it, anyway, I have no interest in the world, no matter how powerful the martial arts is. It’s meaningless. Although it’s a bit boring, I still think that life growing vegetables in the mountains is not bad, at least I won’t be displaced.”
As soon as I said this, the old and poor heart fell to the bottom again.
He was about to give a lesson, but suddenly remembered the sudden realization he had earlier, and shook his head mockingly and smiled.
A gentleman has something to do and something not to do.
While the master and apprentice were chatting, some stranded refugees began to pass by the bridge. After the six "grass bandits" walked out of the bridge, they stopped and stood aside. The bearded man was deeply hit and looked depressed. He thought that returning to Qianzhou was not a wise choice, so he simply decided to wait for these refugees to finish leaving first. , and then cross the bridge to find him elsewhere.
The six people are no longer as arrogant and domineering as before.
The two monks learned from the passing refugees that a person had died here. After the body fell into Yingchou Stream, they did not leave immediately. Wu Hao turned his head and glanced at the six people, let out a long sigh, and faced the river valley alone and silently recited the scriptures in order to save the souls of the dead.
When the refugees passed by the bridge, they would cast pious glances at the two monks.
Just then, a skinny old woman led an eighty-nine-year-old boy and passed by the young monk. Both of them were sallow and weak, as if they hadn't eaten for several days. The young monk frowned slightly, took out two steamed buns from his backpack, and handed them to the two of them respectively.
The old man and the young man were so grateful that they almost knelt down. With tears in her eyes, the old woman said to the young monk: "Thank you, Master. With these two steamed buns, my grandson who has lost his parents can live for two more days. Alas, the old woman cannot understand the scriptures. She only knows that if she can If you fill your stomach, everyone will not leave their homes, and that person will not be buried at the bottom of the river. These two steamed buns are the living Bodhisattvas, and the master saved one life better than building a seven-level pagoda." The old woman bowed to the young monk. During the salute, her body was already stooped, but this bow was tantamount to her whole body falling to the ground.
The young monk hurriedly helped her up. The old woman sighed and led the child across the bridge.
The young monk watched the crowds slowly crossing the bridge and actually stayed at the end of the bridge.
"In their eyes, why is it that the Buddhist Bible, which saves all sentient beings and cleanses their souls from sin, is not more important than two steamed buns? Who can save a life, the Buddha or the steamed buns?"
Doubts began to spread like wildfire in the young monk's heart. He stood quietly on the bridge, silent for a moment.
"Mingchuan, let's go too."
The old man said to Mingchuan, then stood up and prepared to lead the horse.
But suddenly the sound of horse hoofbeats was heard, and two black horses suddenly rushed out from the mouth of the narrow valley. There were two people on them, one black and one red.
The two horses were very fast, and their hooves hit the ground, splashing up waves of mud.
Mingchuan was the closest and couldn't avoid it. He was splashed all over by the mud stepped by the horse.
He suddenly became angry, Huo Di stood up, pointed at the backs of the two people and shouted: "Hey, you two are so rude, you splashed mud all over me, please pay for my clothes!"
As soon as the words came out, the two men tightened their reins fiercely, and the two horses stood up and stopped immediately.
In this way, some people who had not yet crossed the bridge in Yingchoujian couldn't help but turn their eyes to those two people.
Immediately the two of them turned their heads and looked over at the same time.
When Mingchuan saw it, his heart skipped a beat for no reason, and he suddenly panicked.
Immediately they turned out to be a man and a woman. The man was wearing black clothes and a bamboo hat, with a face as heavy as a jujube, and a gloomy and violent look in his eyebrows. He looked to be in his early forties. The woman was wearing a red dress and looked to be no more than sixteen or seventeen years old. She had a slender figure and tall breasts. Her appearance was pretty and charming, especially her pair of big, round eyes that seemed to hold stars. mango.
This girl was dressed in red, as if it were soaked in blood, and the scarlet color was eye-catching. But her expression revealed an evil coldness.
The two of them followed the sound and saw two people wearing raincoats and bamboo hats next to the entrance of the narrow valley. They looked like refugees.
The girl stared at Mingchuan, whose face was gradually turning pale, and said coldly: "Little beggar, do you have the guts to say it again?"
Her voice actually had a maturity that was inconsistent with her age, and it was as if there was a knife hidden in her voice, cold and sharp.
Mingchuan was made uncomfortable by her evil cold eyes. He didn't know who the other party was for a moment, so he could only pretend to be brave and snorted softly, and said: "You... you didn't see... you saw the mud splashing all over me?"
He felt so nervous that he even hesitated to speak.
Shang Yixing didn't pay too much attention, but when he saw the two people, he couldn't help but thought to himself: "How come this girl has such an evil spirit?" He felt strange in his heart, but said nothing.
When the girl heard that the skinny little beggar actually said something, her face suddenly turned pale. She raised the corner of her mouth coldly, looked at Mingchuan and said: "Little beggar, you want me to pay for your clothes, don't you?"
When Mingchuan saw that she was coming with bad intentions, he couldn't help but feel nervous. But when I think about myself as a handsome man, how can I show weakness to a girl of similar age to myself? He puffed out his withered chest and stared, "So what?"
Hearing this, Shang Yixing couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and curl his lips.
The girl was stunned for a moment, then smiled. This smile actually dissipated all evil spirits, and turned into an innocent and lovely smile of a pretty girl. She turned around and said sweetly to Mingchuan with a sweet smile: "Okay, I can compensate you for a piece of clothing. This dress is very expensive. It must fit your figure very well. If you want it, I will give it to you right away." I can compensate you."
When she said this, her voice was delicate and clear, completely different from before.
When Mingchuan saw her like this, the hostility in his heart disappeared, and he just thought that the girl was speaking sincerely. So he cleared his throat, looked at the girl in red, and asked, "Where are the clothes?"
The girl giggled and said, "The clothes are on you, don't you know?"
Mingchuan was puzzled by what she said and couldn't help but look down at his muddy clothes. Suddenly he realized that he was being played by the girl, and his face turned red. He raised his head angrily, ready to explode.
Seeing that he was angry, the girl still smiled coquettishly and said: "I didn't lie to you, that dress is on you. If you want it, I will take it out and compensate you now, how about it?"
Mingchuan looked calm and said patiently: "I obviously don't have any other clothes on me, how can you get them?"
The girl in red's smile became brighter and brighter. She looked at Mingchuan and said, "Of course I'll take it from you. Do you think I'll take off your current clothes and then slowly peel off your skin with a knife?" Is it the most suitable piece of clothing? Don’t worry, I will be very careful when peeling it off. Your skin will never be broken, and the thickness is guaranteed to be the same. It will definitely be the most suitable piece of clothing for your figure. "
As soon as these words came out, the refugees who were watching the excitement were stunned and their vests were filled with chills.
And Mingchuan was even more shocked. He never expected that such terrible words would come from the mouth of that pretty girl. His heart was beating rapidly with fear. He suddenly opened his mouth wide, but could not speak.
Shang Yixing's eyes narrowed. He didn't believe that such vicious words could be spoken by a girl who was only sixteen or seventeen years old. But judging from the strange look on the girl's face, those two people must not be ordinary people, so Shang Yixing couldn't help but start to be secretly vigilant.
The girl clamped her legs together, and the black horse began to walk slowly towards Mingchuan. She still had that extremely cute look on her face and smiled as she walked: "It seems that you are very anxious to wear this new dress, so I will get it for you right away, okay?"
Mingchuan took a breath of air and couldn't help but take a few steps back, but he pushed his heels and it turned out that he was leaning against the mountain wall.
The skinny boy couldn't help but feel the hairs on his body standing on end.
Shang Yixing suddenly stretched out his hand and held Mingchuan's waist.
Mingchuan suddenly looked at Lao Qiongsu and found that the master's face was calm and smiled slightly at him.
As soon as the young man saw this smile, his heart gradually calmed down for no reason. The face full of vicissitudes of life seemed to have a magical power that calmed his frightened mood.
Everyone else couldn't help but focus on the girl in red. Everyone was trembling in their hearts, wondering if this girl was really a murderous and skinned femme fatale?
"That's enough." Seeing the girl taking seven or eight steps on horseback, the man in black suddenly said in a cold voice: "Why do you have to argue with a little beggar? It's important to hurry on."
As soon as the middle-aged man in black opened his mouth, a cold and violent aura spread out.
Shang Yixing's eyes gradually became serious.
When the girl in red heard this, her face suddenly turned cold again, her eyes suddenly showed murderous intent, and she snorted coldly: "Old Ghost Lei, do you dare to interfere with my business?"
"I have no interest in meddling in your business." The man in black said coldly: "But things have to be prioritized, and you have to understand the difference between priority and severity."
The girl in red had a cold face. Although she looked dissatisfied, she still restrained Ma Jiang.
"You brat, you're lucky!" The girl in red stared at Mingchuan with a cold gaze and said, "Next time you meet me, you'd better be careful what you say."
Mingchuan looked into her eyes and suddenly felt a chill in his vest.
The girl turned her horse's head again and walked slowly towards the bridge.
The skinny boy secretly breathed a sigh of relief and secretly spit.
His grandma's, who are these people?
The young man cursed fiercely in his heart.
The two men continued to move forward on horseback, causing the refugees to avoid them, for fear of accidentally provoking these two unidentified evil spirits.
