The little monk returns to the vulgar

Chapter 29 Changed my mind
To be honest, when Daoran saw this old monk, he didn't react for a while.

This is the aftereffect of listening to the Bodhi Qingxin song of Xianle version. It is not only that I don’t know the taste of meat for three days, I feel that even my memory is a little fuzzy, and my mind is full of the melody that is constantly looping.

Hearing the word Lingyin Temple, Daoran remembered something.

"Amitabha, Master Dao Ling, what's the use of finding a monk?" Dao Ran asked.

"The poor monk came to seek justice for my nephew." Dao Ling said with a sneer.

Monk Daoling waited here for a long time, and finally blocked Daoran in front of the door.The rooms prepared for the monks in the Sanzang Building are very clean, and there are no people on the left or right in this long corridor, even if Dao Ran yells, it will not get out for a while.

What's more, it's the middle of the night now, and everyone else is fast asleep. As long as you do it neatly, you won't be noticed.

Monk Daoling only felt that the other party was like a turtle in a urn, who could be manipulated at will, so his tone seemed unscrupulous.

"Fair? Is Shenxiu dead?" Daoran asked.

Monk Daoling frowned, and said in a deep voice: "A monk, if you open your mouth and curse others to die, what kind of Buddha are you cultivating?!"

"Amitabha, since he is not dead, what justice is there for? All scammers who blackmail people know that they can only make trouble by carrying the dead body. How come Master Dao Ling refuses to even kill someone if you want to blackmail people?" Dao Ran said strangely.

"You?! What did you say? You said I was blackmailing?!"

Monk Daoling was furious, he never expected that this little monk would not be aggressive, but speak so bluntly, he was looking for death.

"Monks don't tell lies. Are you blackmailing? Don't you know? Shenxiu insulted me for no reason. I gave in twice, but he still refused to let go. In the end, I just read a poem and didn't even have half a finger. Touched him. What kind of justice are you seeking? You talk about Amitabha Buddha, but did you ever have a Buddha in your heart? Do you really think that after death, you don’t have to go to the tongue-pulling hell?”

Daoran didn't sleep all night, and most of the people who stayed up late were grumpy, and they didn't bother to pretend to be aggressive, so they scolded Monk Daoling mercilessly.

After listening to the scolding, Monk Daoling stopped being angry. In his opinion, Daoran was just incompetent and furious.

Monk Daoling proudly said: "Hehe, little monk, a mouth alone is not enough to travel the rivers and lakes. No matter how clever your tongue is, how beautiful you are, or how talented you are, you are still vulnerable in front of me. Today I will teach you a truth, only the fist is big, is the truth."

After finishing speaking, Monk Daoling slapped it with one palm, and it was printed on Daoran's chest.

The prajna palm power that had been cultivated for decades was easily poured into Dao Ran's body.

Monk Daoling was extremely proud, this palm used four points of strength, enough to hurt Daoran's internal organs.Although he wouldn't be killed on the spot, he might not be able to recover his breath if he didn't lie down for three to five years, and he would have to live with the medicine pot in his life, so the end would be extremely miserable.

Originally, Monk Daoling just wanted to teach him a little lesson, so that Daoran would retreat in the face of difficulties and stay away from the Law Conference.But Daoran's scolding just now made Monk Daoling decide to teach him a profound lesson.

As long as no one is directly killed, Lingyin Temple can settle down.

Monk Daoling was very proud of himself, and felt the pleasure of killing a genius, but he soon felt something was wrong.

Why is this little monk still standing?

With this palm, shouldn't he be limp on the ground, spitting blood?
Daoran looked indifferently at the old monk in front of him, there was indeed something in this palm, much stronger than the fist of the monk Shi Neng in Lanruo Temple, but it was still a bit weak to break his indestructible Vajra.

Monk Daoling had a question in his mind: Is this reasonable?

Could it be that the young monk in front of him not only studied Buddhist scriptures intensively, practiced piano skills hard, but also practiced martial arts hard since he was a child, so he was able to block the palm of his four successes?
What kind of monster is this?
Impossible, absolutely impossible, it must be that the little monk is wearing protective gear such as close-fitting soft armor, if the power is not enough for [-]% success, add another [-]%!

Monk Daoling withdrew his palm, gathered his true energy again, and was about to give Daoran another palm.

But before he could make a move, he felt a flash in front of his eyes, and Daoran's fist had already landed on his eye socket.

Daoling's palm, with decades of skill, Daoran accepted it calmly; and Daoran's punch, with more than ten years of skill, directly sent monk Daoling flying.

The body of a hundred kilograms flew to the wall and stopped for a long time before slowly falling down.

Monk Daoling didn't know how many bones in his body were broken, he just felt that he didn't even have the strength to raise his hand.

How could there be such a terrifying fist in this world? Is this still human?

Daoran walked up to Monk Daoling who was limp on the ground, folded his hands together and said, "Amitabha, I don't know who has a bigger fist than Master Daoling?"

Monk Daoling opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word, he just spat out a mouthful of blood, and then passed out.

When he woke up again, Monk Daoling found himself lying on the bed, not a single part of his body was painless, as if he had fallen apart, but at least he was able to breathe.

Trying to turn his head, he saw that handsome young monk who was not like ordinary people was sitting beside him, playing the piano with a serious expression.

The melodious sound of the piano gave off a sense of tranquility, which eased the injury on Monk Daoling's body a lot.

"You...you actually saved me?"

Monk Daoling felt that he was dreaming. Everything that happened tonight was too unreasonable.This little monk is good at eloquence, proficient in rhythm, and his martial arts are frighteningly high. He hit an iron plate, but he didn't want to kill him, but healed him instead.

What is this? Is the monk out of compassion?
Hearing the old monk's words, Daoran touched the strings with both hands, and the ethereal sound of the piano stopped abruptly.Monk Daoling suddenly felt the pain on his body intensify, like torture.

Daoran walked to the bedside and said to Monk Daoling: "You old monk, you stayed up late at night to trouble me, is it to prevent me from participating in the conference?"

"Up to now, what else is there to say, if you have the guts to give me a good time." Monk Daoling said provocatively.

"Amitabha, how could you, a young monk, be a member of the Buddhist sect and start killing casually? I just want to tell you one thing. I was not going to participate in any Dharma conference." Dao Ran said.

"What did you say?!" Monk Daoling was shocked.

His first reaction was that Dao Ran was lying, but now, what's the point of Dao Ran lying to him again?If it wasn't for lying, then wouldn't he be so stupid that he had to be punched when he obviously didn't need to do anything.

"If that's the case, it's really a misunderstanding. Master Daoran, the poor monk made a mistake. Please spare my life. Saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. The poor monk must be very grateful." Monk Daoling hurriedly Say.

"Don't worry, I didn't intend to kill you. Originally, I didn't want to argue with your Lingyin Temple, but now, I have changed my mind. If Lingyin Temple is full of fake monks like you, it would be better to destroy it." Alright." Dao Ran said seriously.

(End of this chapter)