Monk Huiqing shouted the Buddha's name for a long time. Even though danger was approaching, he did not panic at all!
Seeing the calm look on Monk Huiqing's face, Scarface felt a little dissatisfied and moved a little faster.
In front of Scarface, there was a square iron dart shot by Feiheng Dart, and bursts of air-piercing sounds resounded from the dart body.
Monk Huiqing held his breath, his palms first sank, and then he pushed his hands forward, and the majestic internal force poured out, directly knocking these iron darts flying backwards.
Scarface was originally behind the iron darts. When he saw the iron darts flying backwards, he was so frightened that he wanted to turn around. However, his body was already in the air and his feet had no way to use it. Even if he dodged in time, the iron darts flew towards his thighs. The iron darts made several long cuts.
Scarface screamed and spun down from the air.
He opened the cloth robe at his thighs, only to see that the three iron darts were still stuck in his legs, and there were still three long blood marks on his thighs, dripping with blood.
Scarface gritted his teeth and was about to pull out the dart, but was stopped by Fei Hengdart.
"Miscellaneous hair, don't use your hands directly. I've marked it as poisonous. If you use force to take it out, the poison will spread immediately. In just half an hour, you're guaranteed to die!"
Scarface was dumbfounded: "Oh, you stupid pig, you just send darts, and you also apply poison?"
Dart Fei Heng chuckled: "Aren't you afraid of meeting a master? Don't worry, you can use your internal strength to force these darts out of the body little by little, but don't get up casually!"
Scarface gave him a white look, and had no choice but to slowly sit on the floor and start practicing his exercises.
But at this moment, Monk Huiqing rushed towards the two of them quickly, and his body was full of internal energy, causing a strong wind.
Upon seeing this, Fei Heng's escort immediately got into position and was about to receive the attack.
In just a few breaths, Monk Huiqing had arrived in front of Fei Heng. Fei Heng could only see Huiqing's cassocks dancing, but he couldn't tell what moves his hands were making.
Just when Fei Hengbing was panicking, he saw Monk Huiqing punching him in the face. He was so frightened that Fei Hengbing quickly shook his head and dodged.
However, Monk Huiqing opened and closed his fists widely and pursued relentlessly. The escort Fei Heng was defeated steadily and was unable to fight back.
Scarface looked on anxiously. He could naturally tell how overbearing Monk Huiqing's boxing skills were. However, his leg was injured and his help was in vain, so he could only watch anxiously.
The next moment, Fei Hengbiao spun sideways one after another and dodged several punches. However, just as he turned around, he saw that Monk Huiqing's right fist had hit his chest.
At this point, Fei Hengbiao had no choice but to use his internal strength to resist.
Monk Huiqing turned sideways and hit Fei Heng Biao's chest with his right fist. He opened his left palm and faced the sky with his palm. His legs were firmly planted in the horse stance. The true energy was flowing in the body, transforming into internal force and interacting with Fei Heng Biao. Fighting.
Deng Fang saw clearly from behind, but as he had almost no martial arts skills, he didn't know that the two of them had reached the critical moment of fighting for their internal strength.
Just when Deng Fang was hesitating whether to go and help, Monk Huiqing suddenly shouted: "Broken!"
Then his left hand, which was originally turned upward, immediately changed and he blasted a palm to the side, and a deafening explosion sounded in the surrounding air.
At the same time, Fei Hengshu's face was distorted, his expression was extremely painful, a large mouthful of blood spurted out, and his body flew away.
Deng Fang saw it clearly. The old monk obviously slapped him to the left, but why was the Fei Heng escort on the right knocked away?
"Hitting cattle across mountains?!"
Fei Hengbing fell to the ground and suffered internal injuries. He slowly raised his head from the ground and looked at Monk Huiqing: "The Shaolin monk really has good internal strength, I admire you!"
As soon as Deng Fang saw Escort Fei Heng's clothes softened and the scarred face sat cross-legged on the ground again, he immediately ran to Monk Huiqing and said, "Old monk, kill them now, and it will be over."
When Monk Huiqing heard this, he immediately turned around, clasped his hands, and said to Deng Fang piously: "Amitabha, everything in the world is a living being. People in Lao N's Buddhist sect will never refrain from killing unless it is absolutely necessary!"
Seeing that the old monk was unwilling to take action, Deng Fang wanted to persuade him again, but he grabbed him and drove him away.
The fight here is over.
The only ones left here were the dozen or so people whose acupuncture points were tapped, Fei Hengjiang who was lying on the ground vomiting blood, and Scarface who couldn't move.
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Monk Huiqing and Deng Fang ran all the way through the forest. They didn't stop until the middle of the day.
After finding a big shade tree, Deng Fang leaned against the tree, feeling very distressed and recalling what those people had just said in his mind.
"Li Yuanfeng? Bei Tian Sword Jue?"
Monk Huiqing was meditating aside and asked Deng Fang: "Little donor, can you tell me about your matter?"
Deng Fang stared at him with some doubts. He still remembered the incident about Zhang Jintai in his heart and did not dare to trust others easily.
Seeing that Deng Fang remained silent, Monk Huiqing did not force him, but closed his eyes and recited Buddhist scriptures.
The sound of Buddhist sutras reached Deng Fang's ears. Although he couldn't quite understand it, he felt that most of the annoyance in his heart had been eliminated and he calmed down.
At this moment, it seemed that the world had become quiet. Although Deng Fang could still hear the sounds from the outside world, it seemed that he had become one with the world.
Monk Huiqing opened his eyes and saw Deng Fang's calm look. He immediately became overjoyed and said, "The little benefactor is very talented, but after hearing a few words from me, he fell into calm. He is indeed destined to be my Buddha!"
"Huh? Ah! Am I destined to be a Buddha?" Deng Fang was confused and speechless.
"Yes, you have entered concentration just now. If you practice diligently, you will definitely have extraordinary concentration in the future!"
Deng Fang was a little confused: "Entering concentration? What can concentration do?"
Monk Huiqing chuckled, stroking his beard with one hand, and said leisurely: "Concentration is freedom. I have cultivated concentration all my life!"
"You have been cultivating all your life? Then how far have you cultivated?"
Monk Huiqing curled his lips, spread out his hands, and said proudly: "With this poor monk's concentration, even if young men and women are happy in front of me, I will still be in concentration!"
As he spoke, Monk Huiqing took out a yellowed ancient book from his body and handed it to Deng Fang.
"This supreme treasure is my unique Buddhist teaching, and I will give it to you today."
Monk Huiqing was very proud, as if he had confidence in this book.
Deng Fang took the ancient book and took a quick look. Although this book was simple, it was very clean and tidy. At first glance, it seemed that it had been carefully preserved.
Deng Fang touched the cover of the book and heard a voice read: "The Diamond Sutra."
Then, Deng Fang opened it and saw on the home page: "The supreme and profound Dharma, encountering hundreds of thousands of catastrophes..."
"What the hell! You want me to become a monk?" Deng Fang trembled, threw the book back, and hid aside.
Monk Huiqing was still proud, but he never thought that this ancient book that he had treasured for many years would be thrown back by Deng Fang.
"Hey...don't you want these treasures? Little benefactor, this is an opportunity you can't miss!"
Deng Fang shouted at him contemptuously: "Isn't it good that I am free? I have to become a monk and take the ordination, will I have trouble with myself?"
"Oh, little donor, you are destined to be a Buddha, so you must not waste your wisdom!"
"Old monk, don't try to lie to me. I am still a pure Yang body. Once I become a monk, I will make a fortune!"
