When Wushan Taoist saw Wang Fupong speaking in a panic and hesitating, it was probably not because he didn't know but because he didn't dare. If you don't use force, no matter how much you ask, you won't be able to get anything out of it. Thinking of Wang, a generation of poor beggars who had always killed the rich and helped the poor as a profession, and had always had a good reputation in the world. Today, his words and deeds were inappropriate, maybe there was something unspeakable, and he didn't want to force others to make things difficult, so he had to let it go.
So he turned around and asked the monk who was pretending to be Master He Xinkong: "Master, you just pretended to be Master He Xinkong and wanted to invite young hero Bai Yutian to the Shaolin Temple to prove his innocence. What is your intention? Can you do it in front of me? Do you want to pay attention to Master Kong’s presence?”
Master Hexinkong was startled and said quickly: "Is there such a thing?"
Bai Yutian said politely: "Master, it is true. I just don't know what their intention is?"
Master Hexinkong glanced at the impostors and said nicely: "Donor, you dare to pretend to be a poor monk and go around doing evil. What are your intentions?"
The impostor snorted and said loudly: "Zhu Xinkong, did your eyes see me pretending to be you and doing evil everywhere?"
Master Hexinkong put his right palm up in front of his chest, lowered his head slightly and said: "Amitabha." Then he said: "Monks do not lie. Since the donor dares to lie in front of so many heroes, he must not be a member of the Buddhist sect. Please report him." Enter your name. If the poor monk unintentionally gets into trouble with the donor in order to find out the matter, wouldn't he be infected with the three poisons of greed, anger and ignorance? That would be a huge sin."
The counterfeiter smiled and said: "Bald Donkey, although we are bandits in the Western Regions, we often fast and recite the Buddha's name. Everyone knows how capable the Buddha is. If you want to know who we are, why we are here, and what our intentions are, Whatever you have, just use it. As long as you win against us, you may not be able to get what you want."
Master Hexinkong said: "Donor, the scenery across the river always looks more beautiful than what's in front of you. Once you cross the river, it may not be as beautiful as the scenery on the other side."
The impostor said: "Monk, if you don't go to the river, how do you know that it is not as beautiful as the scenery on the other side?"
Master Hexinkong smiled and said, "That's what the donor said." He raised his right palm in front of his chest and continued, "Donor, since you are so persistent, then do as you wish. Please choose one. A single move can affect the whole body. ? Or do you use your whole body and ignore a single shot? Or are both sides evenly matched in numbers?"
The impostor smiled and replied: "Monk, I'm not afraid of your jokes. If you pull a hair, your whole body will be affected. I think no one can fight against this boy named Bai. If you move your whole body without counting a hair, your number will be ours." More than twice as much, it is really suspected of bullying the minority, and it will definitely insult the reputation of Shaolin. Since it is an open competition, it is better for both sides to have equal numbers."
He Xingkong said loudly: "Then it's up to you."
The fake monk thought to himself that after losing three battles in a row just now, the martial arts of the four young men were already so outstanding. Even if the martial arts of the elders were poor, they were by no means average. If they choose someone from among them to fight, their side is likely to be unbeatable, so why not let the Shaolin Temple monks act as a backup. If they are defeated, it can only be said to be bad luck. With his thoughts completed, he said to Master Xinkong: "Monk, I heard that the Shaolin Eighteen Arhat Formation is extremely powerful. Since its establishment, it has defeated all the heroes in the world and has few opponents. I am not talented, but today I want to overestimate my ability and see what I know. I don't know. Can your wish come true?”
Master Hexinkong smiled and said, "Okay, as you wish."
I saw eighteen monks immediately dispersed in groups of three, "sitting on a deer, rejoicing, raising bowls", "holding towers, sitting quietly, crossing the river", "riding elephants, laughing lions, happy", "exploring hands, "Meditating, digging ears", "cloth bags, bananas, long eyebrows", "watching the door, subduing the dragon, subduing the tiger", the six shapes and six phases return to their positions, forming an eighteen Arhat formation.
It is easy to grow old if you are obsessed with paying attention to the emptiness, and it is difficult to clear the water when you are dreaming. If a person is obsessed with one thing, no matter what situation he encounters, he will always involuntarily connect his thoughts with it. It may seem to be beneficial to him, but it is often unexpected. No, the thieves from the Western Regions came out with eighteen monks when they saw Master Xingkong. Those eighteen people should not happen to be the Eighteen Arhat Formation, so they thought of using the Eighteen Arhat Formation to force the Shaolin monks to fight, which solved their urgent need. Unexpectedly, people's wishes are not as good as God's will. Master Hengkong walked out of Songshan Mountain just to help the martial arts heroes in the martial arts to annihilate the Dragon Slaying Society. The one who brought out of the temple was the Eighteen Arhat Formation.
Now that a fight has been demanded and the other party has accepted the challenge, it is useless to go back on it, and it is futile to delay.
Those fake monks were not without a bold spirit. They quickly selected their troops and picked out eighteen people from the twenty-five. They quickly matched their martial arts skills with each other, divided them into six groups, and quickly charged towards the Shaolin Eighteen Arhat Formation. And go.
In an instant, one against one, three against three, six against six, eighteen against eighteen, the weapons were clanging, the fists and feet were blowing, and the shouts were loud. The ground beneath their feet trembled, and the clouds in the sky danced with joy.
To say that these Shaolin monks are not very skilled in martial arts, the beggar Wang Fupong fought one on one against each other for five or six moves without getting any advantage. To say that these thieves traveling across the Western Regions are not very capable, they seemed to be able to face the Shaolin Eighteen Arhat Formation with ease. They could move through it with more than ten moves without any defeat. The two sides seemed to be evenly matched, you attacked and I defended, I attacked and you yielded, and the fight was in full swing.
He Jingrong didn't like to watch people fighting, so he looked at the sky, picked up the tea bowl in front of him, drank from it, and said to Bai Yutian: "Young Master Bai, time waits for no one, and things may not always be that good. Everything can be done as you wish. Transfer. If you can't make it to the capital today, I'm afraid it will be difficult for you to return to Zhengyi Villa tomorrow. Why don't you put this aside in advance?"
Bai Yutian heard this, calmed down slightly, and said to Taoist Wushan: "Taoist Master, it's getting late, why don't we leave first."
Taoist Wushan was not an unreasonable person. He walked up to Master Hexinkong and said softly: "Master, we are in a hurry to rush to the capital. If you have nothing to do with these young people, I will take them away first." .”
Hearing that Master Kong didn't answer, he said to the monks in the field: "Arhat returns to his position and slays demons."
As soon as these words came out, the Eighteen-stick Monk immediately seemed to be a new person. He only saw offense but no defense. After three or five moves, the two warring parties formed two circles, with the monks attacking on the outside and the thieves defending on the inside. Every time the stick monks attacked, the two circles became smaller, and the defenders gradually crowded into a pile. The weapons in their hands soon became unable to be used, and sometimes they accidentally hurt their own people.
In a difficult situation, Wang Fupong and others chose to fight back, but they couldn't break out of the monks' stick formation. They tried twice and three times in vain, and they felt terrible.
We can't blame them. It's because the Shaolin monks were too resistant. Their bodies were like iron walls. Those thieves struck the monks with dozens of fists and palms, and they all bounced back with their internal strength. Every punch and palm was like hitting a stone. The opponent seemed not to be injured, but his own palms could not withstand it. Living. Then there was a dull pain in both feet, as if tens of millions of fine needles were constantly drilling and pricking. Because the fists could not be kicked with the feet, the feet had also received shock.
Hard attacks failed and soft attacks failed. Faced with the attack of the monks, Wang Fupong and others were beaten anyway. They were at a loss to do anything and began to think of giving up. As a well-known and passionate man, if he really takes this step, where will he put his face in the future? Do you still want to be embarrassed? Although, if a person is shameless, he is invincible. But what if the tree doesn’t need bark? Death is certain! From now on, as long as I think about living in groups, an old face is better than a tree bark, so there is no reason to use it.
Thinking about his lifelong reputation, Wang Fupong became more and more frightened. The more he thought about it, the more frightened he became. It's like a fugitive, only knowing that the world's public servants are arresting him; like a murderer, only knowing that everyone is doubting him; like a man and woman in love, only knowing that every word and deed of the other party is unfolding because of him... ..Wang Fupong never forgets his life and is worried about his name after death. His mood at this moment is like that of a man with great talent standing on a cliff and jumping down, with the illusion that his life will be ruined.
He shouted loudly and bumped into the stick in front of him, bending the stick in the monk's hand opposite him, and was quickly thrown to the ground. Then he got up and said inexplicably: "This is strange! Since you know my reputation, how dare you bully me? Ah, yes! Although I have killed the rich in the past few years, I have not helped the poor. Those who All the dirty money was confiscated by Zhao Mingxiu. This matter must have spread all over the world, so the bullies came to the door. Hehe! Look. Hehe, look. I just changed my identity, and even the monk who always eats fast and chants Buddha is willing to bully me. It’s all on me. Hehe! It’s true that a good person is bullied by others, and a good horse is ridiculed by others!”
The stick monk had heard Wang Fupong's nonsense, and when he saw him standing up straight, almost a head taller than himself, with a silent face, like a god in the night, he couldn't help but feel a little awe of him. Seeing him walking towards the stick stretched out from his hand, he involuntarily took two steps back, fearing that he would be bounced to the ground by the stick again.
Wang Fupong approached the stick monk unscrupulously and said, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, I won't hurt you. Look, I stretched out my hand like this, grabbed the back of your neck, and threw you into a somersault." Said Shichi. , then quickly, I saw his right hand reaching out, and sure enough, he had grabbed the stick monk by the back of his neck.
The stick monk was about to fly into the air. In a hurry, he concentrated his body and stabilized his body, and waved out his right arm to block Wang Fupong's arm.
Wang Fupong had clearly grasped the key point on the back of the stick monk's neck at this moment. Unexpectedly, with the help of his luck, the stick monk rose and fell again, but was unable to lift him up. At the same time, his right arm was blocked by him, and his arm I felt sore and numb that I had to let go of my hand. He hurriedly reached out with his left hand, grabbed the stick monk's chest, and swung it, but he couldn't drag him away, and he slipped through the mud like a loach and slipped away.
When Lu Xingkong saw such a scene, he couldn't help being startled, and said loudly: "Stop." Seeing the stick monks put away their sticks, they stepped back three or five steps, and then said loudly: "If you are doing something for Zhao Mingxiu, just leave. If we meet at Dragon King Mountain in the future, we will never show mercy."
The twenty or so fake monks were very grateful and hurriedly gave Master Liu Xingkong a fist-cup salute and jumped away without hesitation, followed closely by the four powerful people in Guandong.
Wang Fupong seemed to be a little confused. He stumbled to the side of "Crane Rainbow Sword" Xiao Lang, picked up the sword beside him, and wiped it on his neck in a moment, but was blocked by someone. Couldn't die.
Bai Yutian threw the Canhong Sword far away and said to Wang Fupong: "Master Wang, you don't have to commit suicide for a devil like Zhao Mingxiu. If you really know that you are wrong, follow the heroes of the world and destroy the Dragon Slaying Guild. , I just don’t want heroes from the world to be like you anymore.”
