This late Ming Dynasty is outrageous

Chapter 154 52: Karma Red Buddha, Cholera Rivers and Lakes
This monk is the handsome monk who chatted with Cao Kun back then.Now it is his nature to scold Yu Canghai and the two angrily.

The monk got the karma red Buddhist scriptures and wanted to practice, but he couldn't let go of his cruel heart.

After all, things belong to me, and I don't need to care about whether I use them or not, but if I really want to cut them off, it will feel different.

For example, if a eunuch marries a daughter-in-law, I may not need it myself.

But if you outsiders use my daughter-in-law, you can try it with me?
I fucking kill you and me.

It's almost a truth.

Although the monk can't use this thing, he also knows that once this thing is dropped, there is no possibility of picking it up again.

Although he is innocent, he still knows that if he continues with this knife, he may lose his most important treasure.

Therefore, he hesitated for several days, sharpened his sword again and again, always unable to make up his mind.

I always feel that if I grind it for a few more days, this Jie Dao will be faster. Maybe as long as I cut it quickly, I can pick it up again?

Maybe this thing didn't react at all and broke it?

After all, it is just a [].

It has no mind at all, no brain.

This afternoon, the monk was thinking about whether to cut or not to cut, when he suddenly heard about Yu Canghai and Mu Gaofeng wanting to arrest Cao Kun.

Cao Kun is a good person. He not only enlightened himself, but also gave him a red Buddhist scripture.As for where did this scripture come from?The monk also asked, and Cao Kun replied that he found it from the hut.

The monk felt that Cao Kun must not have lied. The martial arts in the world came from Shaolin. Isn’t it reasonable that I wrote martial arts secrets on the toilet paper of Shaolin Temple?
Besides, the material of this paper looks like Shaolin toilet paper. He has been using it for more than ten years, and he is very familiar with it. He can feel the comfort of this paper even with his eyes closed.

The monk felt that this cheat book must be my Shaolin cheat book, but it was picked up by Cao Kun by accident.And Cao Kun was not ignorant of picking up gold, seeing him pleasing to the eye, and giving it to him, it was considered a complete return to Zhao.

The monk also felt that writing secret scriptures on toilet paper was not good after all, so he found a broken cassock of the deceased master and copied the secret scriptures on it.He had already memorized this secret book in his mind, and the more he read it, the more profound the Buddhism in it became.

After all, if it weren't for Buddhism, who would have thought of practicing martial arts away from women?
I can be male or female.

If you don't believe me, look at Guanyin Bodhisattva.

Closer to home, with martial arts secret books in hand and being in Shaolin, it is hard not to be tempted.

If he hadn't been so ruthless, he might have started to practice long ago.

But today, after hearing about Mu Gaofeng and Yu Canghai ambushing Cao Kun and Ning Zhongze, the monk felt sad and finally made up his mind to practice.

"How can my Shaolin be a place where cats and dogs can come casually?"

"Songshan Sword Sect robbed us of territory, and now you, Yu Canghai, dare to come to my back mountain of Shaolin to do evil, and what kind of Mu Gaofeng, whose name you have never heard of, dare to go to Shaolin Temple to do evil."

The more the monk thought about it, the angrier he became. When the abbot selected the mountain patrol team, the monk volunteered to stand up, but was rejected by Fang Zheng on the grounds that he had never practiced martial arts and was afraid that something would happen to him.

The monk was disappointed, he just wanted to do his part for the safety of Shaolin Temple, and repay Shaolin Temple for its kindness of nurturing.

He had absolutely no intention of wearing cassock.

After all, he is just a little monk, so what can he worry about.

Back at the residence, looking at the dilapidated small courtyard, I thought of what the master looked like when he was alive. Although the small courtyard was very clean at that time, it was repaired every year. Now...

The monk became more and more irritable, and gradually picked up the cassock and looked at it.

"Why don't you... just cut it off."

The monk's face trembled, he took off his monk's robe, and sat cross-legged, holding the knife in his right hand and holding the [ ] in his left hand.

His bald head was covered in cold sweat, he only felt a tingling pain, his wrists were trembling, and he couldn't help it after all.

He blew out the candle, saying he couldn't see it, but he didn't want to, so that he could be ruthless.

However, he couldn't think of it, even if he couldn't see it, he still wanted it.

Especially [], as if feeling a crisis, swelled and struggled wildly, and refused to accept his fate like a loach, which made the monk even more reluctant.

He is so lively, if I cut it off, wouldn't it be killing?
The monk's mind was full of random thoughts.

But he never expected that, just as he was tangled up in every possible way and reluctant to give up, suddenly the door was pushed open, and a tall figure rushed in, and then closed the door.

Could it be that Uncle San Tong finally couldn't hold back anymore?

Seeing the tall figure leaning against the door, the Qingxiu monk's heart trembled, his eyes frightened, and with such a flick of his wrist, the Jie Dao, which he had polished day and night, fell down.

It's too fast.

It was almost there and he didn't feel it at all.

By the time he felt the pain, he was already holding 【】 in his left hand.

Thinking of the scene just now, the monk couldn't help feeling sad, his eyes were desolate: "It's both of you, who suddenly appeared, if it wasn't for you, how could I, how could I..."

You don't know how to cherish until you lose it.

The monk accused the two of them with a sad face.

Yu Canghai and Mu Gaofeng looked at each other awkwardly, never expecting that their sudden intrusion would cut off the dream of a handsome monk.

The two looked embarrassed, and Yu Canghai said, "Could it be that you were taken aback by us, that's why you slipped your hands..."

Mu Gaofeng watched the monk's eyelids twitch, and couldn't help persuading him with a guilty conscience: "My condolences, little master. By the way, I still don't know what the name of the little master is? Old Mu Gaofeng, please be polite."

Qingxiu monk's face was sad: "Little monk Huipu, you can unlock my acupoints. The grudge between you and me, I won't worry about it. But you trespassed in Shaolin and did evil things in the back mountain of Shaolin Temple, I can't tolerate it. Waiting for the little monk After recovering from the injury, I will definitely find you to kill demons and eliminate demons."

This HP is pure ignorance.

Yu Canghai was amused, but his expression was somewhat guilty.After all, they are all men. Seeing HP's gesture of sacrificing the knife with his left hand【】, he felt the same way.

But it didn't feel too uncomfortable, because I didn't cut it anyway.

hiss.

it hurts.

Damn Ning Zhongze, who is obviously a fairy, why did he act like this?

I don't know how Yue Buqun endured it.

Yu Canghai shuddered, and sat on the ground, stretching his legs: "Do you have any wound medicine in your room?"

It was only then that Hui Pu realized that he was still bleeding: "There are some, you have to untie the acupoints, the little monk wants to apply medicine." He had prepared in advance.

Yu Canghai said, "You tell me the location, and I'll go find it."

The little monk had no choice but to say, "Under the pillow on the bed."

Yu Canghai got up and asked Mu Gaofeng to watch the little monk to avoid accidents. He came to the bed and lifted the pillow.

But there was a cassock and three small porcelain vases lying underneath.

Two of them had the words Potion on it, and the other had Baby written on it.

Yu Canghai's eyes lit up, and he picked up the one that said baby, but found that it was an empty bottle.

He brought the thing back with a strange expression and it was still on the ground. He held up the empty bottle and said with a strange expression on his face: "You have prepared well. It can be seen that you have wanted to cut it a long time ago. So, it's no wonder me and the hunchback, we also It just helped you make up your mind."

Mu Gaofeng couldn't wait to take off his clothes, and the little monk Hui Pu saw it, and his face turned pale immediately: "What do you want to do?"

HP has a horrified expression and despairing eyes.I escaped from the clutches of Uncle San Tong, did I escape others?
Mu Gaofeng smiled.

"Of course it's the medicine."

HP's face froze, and his eyes were slightly disappointed.

Yu Canghai also took off his clothes, HP's delicate face was originally extremely pale, but seeing this scene directly turned into crimson.The blood from the wound turned from a gurgling flow into a fountain.

Mu Gaofeng didn't care so much, he opened the bottle and poured some wound medicine on it, then tore off a piece of clothes, and carefully wrapped it into a silkworm baby.

Yu Canghai poured some wound medicine, then tore off the rag, and packed it into a small soybean-sized bag.

The two took the medicine and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Although this thing is useless, but with its existence, life is still much more convenient.

Therefore, it is better to keep it, otherwise you can only learn from the little monk and find a bottle to put it in.

"Little monk, I will help you with the medicine, so don't make any noise."

Yu Canghai didn't know if it was because of a sudden kindness that he wanted to help the little monk with medicine.It's a pity that the blood spurted so badly that the wound medicine was washed away as soon as it was spilled.After finally waiting for the little monk to pass out, the blood stopped spraying.Yu Canghai bent his head down and worked there, unexpectedly very focused.

At this moment, Mu Gaofeng suddenly exclaimed: "Guanzhu Yu, do you see this cassock?"

Yu Canghai shook his bloody hands, then bowed his head again and tied a bow, without looking back, he said, "What's wrong?"

"This is written on the secret book..." As soon as he finished speaking, Mu Gaofeng shut up, but Yu Canghai had already turned his head and grabbed the cassock: "Is it really a secret book?"

"The Karma Red Sutra... What a Karma Red Sutra..."

"Hahaha, I asked why this monk cut himself off. It turned out that he discovered the supreme treasure book of Shaolin Temple. Humpty, this secret book is suitable for you and me to practice."

Mu Gaofeng was annoyed why he exclaimed, such a treasure book should be cultivated secretly by himself, so why did he tell Yu Canghai.

But at this moment, seeing Yu Canghai's crazy expression, Mu Gaofeng didn't dare to provoke him too much, for fear that Yu Canghai would fight himself desperately.

"Yehuohong Buddhist scriptures, why haven't I heard of them? Isn't Shaolin Temple the most powerful with 72 stunts?"

"What do you know? Don't you know the Sutra of Washing the Marrow and the Tendons of the Book of Changes? Shaolin martial arts is as vast as a cloud of smoke. How can you and I know it? You can't move your eyes from just looking at this red Buddhist scripture. If you practice successfully, don't say it. Even Lin Zhennan, even Zuo Lengchan, is no match for you and me."

Yu Canghai's eyes were excited, and he kept talking while holding the cassock, but his eyes forcibly memorized the exercises above.

As expected, Mu Gaofeng didn't notice it, and said to himself: "Do you think this is God's will? The two of us encountered such adversity, but we happened to encounter this karma-flaming Buddhist scripture. Could it be that this is God's arrangement?"

Yu Canghai memorized the exercise method, gathered his cassock and stuffed it on his chest, and said, "Maybe it's God's will, hunchback, now you and I are grasshoppers on the same rope, you know what's going on between us Ming. You son of a bitch, there is no benefit for us to strive for strength, there are no ones to carry on the family line, so what is the point of earning money?"

"In my opinion, it's better for you and me to work together to practice this secret book together. At that time, the two of you and I will roam the rivers and lakes and live freely for a lifetime. Wouldn't it be happy?"

Mu Gaofeng thought that he really had no descendants, even if he became the emperor, it would be lifeless.It's better to really do what Yu Canghai said, to cultivate the supreme magic art, and no one can provoke it.When the time comes to be happy and happy, it can be regarded as worthy of my life.

Thinking of this, Mu Gaofeng narrowed his eyes and looked at the little monk: "Kill this little monk, let's go."

Yu Canghai shook his head: "This cassock is broken, it should have been left by his master. Now you and I have not achieved great magical powers, if we kill the monk, I am afraid we will be hunted down by Shaolin Temple. Why don't you and I practice tonight and go down the mountain directly at dawn. When we have achieved success in martial arts, then, in this world, who are we afraid of?"

Mu Gaofeng thought so too, tonight it was Yu Canghai who came up with the idea, and he instinctively believed Yu Canghai's words.

So the two spread out their cassocks, studied them carefully, and finally sat cross-legged to practice the fire-red Buddhist scriptures.

But I found that my progress was fast, which made me very happy.

At dawn, this night's practice was even better than their previous practice of more than ten days.

The two looked at each other in surprise: "It's really a treasure of magic."

Yu Canghai looked at the sky outside: "Let's go, the monks should be exhausted by this time, and we just go down the mountain. As long as we go down the mountain and find a place to practice for a while, the rivers and lakes are at your disposal."

The two went straight down the mountain with their cassocks in hand, but at the mountain gate they met a monk who had just come back from patrol.The two had no choice but to fight and fled down the mountain.

Several monks roared angrily, but they didn't chase after them.Because Yu Canghai and Mu Gaofeng were not mediocre, the other party was also lenient when they attacked just now.If he really pursued and killed them regardless, the Shaolin monks might be killed or injured.

Just as the monk roared, wanting to report to Fang Zheng that Yu Canghai had escaped, suddenly a naked and handsome monk with bloody legs ran out of Shaolin Temple, holding a small porcelain bottle in his hand.

The monk was stunned for a moment, and then his face became angry: "Hui Pu, you always say that your brother likes to touch you, and that others miss you because you are handsome. Now you are running around naked, why is this? Could it be that someone is persecuting you?"

Hui Pu woke up and found that the cassock was gone, and Yu Canghai and Mu Gaofeng had also disappeared.That Yehuohong Buddhist scripture is a treasure of divine skills, if it falls into the hands of outsiders, it may cause a great disaster in the martial arts world.

Hewlett-Packard immediately ran out with self-reproach and anger, even ignoring his clothes.

Being stopped by the monk at this moment, Huipu said eagerly: "Brother Yilong, Yu Canghai stole my master's martial arts secret book, which is my Shaolin magic book, hurry up and chase after him."

Monk Yilong's face changed wildly: "What did you say? The martial arts secret book left by your master."

HP: "That's right, the red Buddhist scriptures were left by my master..." After all, Young Master Lin didn't let him spread them out.Hui Pu said eagerly: "Brother Yilong, I'll go after someone first, and I can't let the Yehuohong Buddhist scriptures fall into Yu Canghai's hands, otherwise the martial arts catastrophe will come."

Martial arts catastrophe?

Karma Red Buddha?

What are these things? Monk Yilong's brain is buzzing. He has never heard of this flaming Buddhist scripture, let alone any rumors about the catastrophe of the martial arts.

But looking at Hewlett-Packard's eagerness to put on clothes, the matter is likely to be true.

What's more... Karma Red Buddha, this sounds like something from my Shaolin.

Even if my Shaolin is a toilet paper, it is precious and must not be stolen by others. What if the other party comprehends some peerless martial arts and harms the martial arts?
Yilong's expression changed: "Follow HP, I'll report to the abbot."

(End of this chapter)