Fake Taoists in the world of film and television

Chapter 173 Chapter 170 Two Lack of Interest

Do you really think Zhu Rongli still has time to pay attention to me now?
Yi Buhuo rolled his eyes, you are the one that everyone is calling for beating now, and you actually have the mind to care about these things...

"Go out for a walk when you're too full. What are you worrying about?"

"What did you come to Shaolin for?"

Guihai Yidao didn't get angry, although Yi Buhuo's behavior was very wrong, but he didn't have any evidence, everything was just speculation.

Yi Buhuo asked: "Did Liao Kong ask you to find an end to it before he died?"

"Have!"

"I came to see him too..."

The ending is not in the Shaolin Temple, but in the Bodhidharma Cave in the back mountain.

Gu Santong went to Shaolin Temple early in the morning to help Yi Buhuo find a donkey, so the only one following him was Gui Hai Yida!

As soon as they arrived at Mo Cave, there was already an old monk waiting at the entrance of the cave for a long time. Yi Buhuo lagged behind and let Gui Hai Yi Dao step forward to negotiate.

"Are you the master of termination?"

Gui Hai Yida was polite at this time, and did not show the indifference of rejecting people thousands of miles away.

"This is the end of my life, it's polite for me to return to the sea as a young hero!"

With his hands clasped together and his breath gentle, he didn't care that Gui Hai had killed his junior brother Kong Kong with a single blow.

"I already know about the empty matter. As long as Guihai Shaoxia subtly cultivates with me for a period of time to study Buddhism, he will naturally be able to calmly eliminate demons and return to his true self!"

"Yida knew that he had a deep demonic nature, accidentally killed Master Kong, and was willing to follow Master's arrangements!"

Gui Hai Yida lowered his head. Although his face was expressionless, he answered seriously.

"When you turn around, you'll find the shore again. That's good!"

Ji Jie nodded with satisfaction, then looked at Yi Buhuo and said, "I wonder what the donor is asking for?"

"I'm Yi Buhuo!"

Yi Buhuo cupped his fists and said, "Master has good eyesight. He can tell at a glance that he has something he wants."

"But it doesn't matter!"

Sue's expression gradually became serious, and he felt a mountain-like aura rising from Yi Buhuo's body, and the cassock on his body moved without any wind.

Yi Buhuo grinned, "Fight with me!"

Jiejie didn't refuse, because Yi Buhuo had already appeared in front of him the instant he finished speaking, pointing his finger at the center of his brow like a sword.

"The donor is too impatient!"

The visible zhenqi shield blocked Yi Buhuo's fingers. As his strength increased, it sunk inward inch by inch!

Ji Jie raised his hand unhurriedly, as gently as twirling a flower, and pointed it towards Yi Buhuo's chest slowly and quickly.

Yi Buhuo didn't retract his fingers, but just opened his other hand, and his true energy swirled endlessly like a whirlpool, pulling the knotted finger with strong suction.

"Inspiration Dafa?"

He blurted out the answer, with some confusion on his face.

"Master, have you ever heard of transplanting flowers and trees?"

Yi Buhuo sneered, and the force of his fingers was completely absorbed by the vortex in his palm. His body rose and fell, as if energy was flowing through his body.

Afterwards, the strength of the sword finger, which had been fighting against the zhenqi of Li Jie's body protection, increased greatly, breaking through his defense line with ease.

Ji Jie deflected his body almost at the same time, and Yi Buhuo's sword finger passed by his ear. Although there was no substantial contact, there was still a drop of blood dripping from the earlobe...

"To be able to use the strength of the old monk's fingers for his own use, it's a good move!"

Guo Jie didn't care about his injuries, but looked at Yi Buhuo with bright eyes, full of praise.

"So strong!"

Guihai Yida was forced to retreat ten steps away at the moment when the two men's momentum broke out.

Not only was the aura of the two of them too powerful, and he was not strong enough to fight against him, but also because the two of them had no intention of harming innocent people, so they used their aura to push him away immediately.

"I'm afraid even my adoptive father can't handle this kind of pressure. Is he really the miracle doctor I know?"

Gui Hai Yi Dao raised his arm to block his eyes. The flying dust almost blocked the sky and the sun, making it difficult to even open his eyes.

Compared with the strength Yi Buhuo showed yesterday, I'm afraid it's not even [-]% stronger. If I were opposite him, I might not even have the courage to take action!

In an instant, the bones will break, the meridians will be severed, and you will die!

Yi Buhuo retracted his hands and took two steps back: "Master, you still don't want to show your true skills? Although you are not good at fighting and killing, I also know that you are compassionate and do not want to use all your strength."

"But if the master is not serious, aren't you afraid that I will implicate the ordinary monks in Shaolin Temple?"

"Why does the donor need to force me? If I can trade my life for the lives of all the monks in Shaolin, I can just do it."

After reciting the Buddha's name, his eyes remained calm.

"Why do you, old man, have such lies in your words?"

Yi Buhuo snorted coldly: "Is this the so-called master style? After practicing martial arts all your life, you don't even resist?"

"Although I have no intention of killing anyone, it sounds like I have to kill you before I can leave today?"

"I'll kill you if I open my mouth to kill you. Your life is so valuable? The Buddha said that all living beings are equal. It seems that you, an old monk, have spent your whole life reciting sutras in vain!"

Yi Buhuo shook his head irritably. He respected this kind of eminent monk who sacrificed himself for others, but when he really faced it, he couldn't help but get angry.

I always feel that they are all upright and laughing at themselves from the moral high ground. Are there no good people in the world except you?

Can your life be exchanged for the lives of the entire Shaolin eunuch?What do you have more than them?What impresses me here?
"I'm just here to compete with you. Do you understand using martial arts to make friends?"

"You don't respect me by not trying your best. Do you think you are helpless?"

"Amitabha!"

Jie Jie said with a smile: "The donor is very wise, why not come to Shaolin? If you want to talk about Taoism, I will definitely tell you everything I know!"

"Are you out of your mind?"

Yi Buhuo laughed angrily at him, "It's useless to talk more. You have to fight even if you don't want to fight today!"

"The donor is in trouble..."

After sighing with compassion, he did not give up resistance when facing Yi Buhuo's heart-breaking palm which contained explosive energy, and his face became more compassionate.

"Big grief!"

The fierce and unforgettable Buddhist Qi met the extremely domineering Heart-Shattering Palm. The Qi around the two of them surged, and the gravel on the ground exploded!
Yi Buhuo and Jiujie each retreated, and then did not stop to take a breath. The two of them used their own methods. For a moment, the sky collapsed, smoke and dust filled the air, the fighting became louder and louder, and the scope covered became wider and wider!

Guihai retreated again and again with his sword, his heartbeat began to beat unconsciously with the sound of fighting in the field, and his face turned white and red.

puff!
A mouthful of blood mist spurted out, and Guihai covered his head with a knife. It was like thousands of needles were stirring in his brain. The veins in his temples bulged, and his eyes almost bulged out. He quickly sat down cross-legged and began to use his kung fu to resist.

"Oh--"

Yi Buhuo took a few steps back, raised his voice, pointed at the end and said: "You have affected innocent people, you are finished!"

"..."

Jie Jie glanced at the miserable looking Gui Hai Yida, closed his eyes and recited the sutra.

"What a Great Compassion Palm, it's really hard..."

Yi Buhuo waved his palm. Are all Shaolin's kung fu names named this way?
It is clearly a powerful and powerful palm technique, but the name is so merciful. It is obvious that the actual thing does not match the name, and it is a trick.

You know that the enemy will turn into flesh with this palm, so you are very sad, right?

"It's really disappointing. I thought you, an old monk, are so powerful, but the real strength you can display is not as good as Gu Santong!"

Yi Buhuo shook his head, took a sip and said, "Why do you live in this barren Bodhidharma Cave? You thought you were some kind of hermit master, but it turns out you were imprisoned because you were not good at studying..."

His martial arts skills are indeed good, but it's a pity that studying Buddhism has damaged his brain, leaving room for all his moves. It's better to meet someone worse than him, no one can beat him anyway.

But Yi Buhuo's strength was not inferior to him at all, and he lost interest after just a few dozen moves.

Although Jiujie is a rare master, he couldn't meet his expectations for a real peak battle, and he was never able to show his true strength.

Maybe it was because he hadn't moved his hand for too many years, and in the end he didn't hold it back at all. The palm power he inspired was no longer controllable, and even Guihai Yida, who was so far away, was affected!
"Come here in good spirits and return in disgrace!"

Yi Buhuo stopped caring about him and turned around to look at Gui Hai Yida.

"The benefactor's kung fu is already invincible in the world, why bother to make fun of the old monk..."

After finishing the knot and reciting the sutra, he opened his eyes and sat cross-legged on the stone, looking at him expressionlessly.

"Who made you famous? I was deceived by false propaganda!"

Yi Buhuo smiled slightly, checked Gui Hai Yida's injury, fed him a pill, put him on his shoulders and turned around to leave.

"I'll bring him to you tomorrow!"

"Amitabha!"

Jie Jie recited a Buddhist mantra in a low voice, and began to regain his true energy.

Yi Buhuo's level may be far behind, but his true energy is truly astonishing. He has to admit that his skills are indeed inferior to others, and he has already lost the fight just now...

"When did such a young master appear in the world? Is he another undefeated naughty boy named Gu Santong?"

"I don't know if it's a blessing or a curse..."

Yi Buhuo returned to the inn and settled down with Gui Hai Yi Dao. Gu San Tong had been waiting for a long time, and when he saw how seriously injured he was, he twitched his lips.

"He went crazy again today? How did he get hurt like this?"

"It was affected by the aftermath. It's his bad fate, it's destined to happen..."

Yi Buhuo spread his hands, looked at him and asked, "Where is my donkey? Have you found it yet?"

"..."

Gu Santong's eyes were a little wandering, and he said awkwardly: "I was led away by the bald donkey of Shaolin Temple. I spent a lot of effort trying to get it back."

"Did you hit someone?"

"It's just a small punishment..."

"This is just great……"

Yi Buhuo slumped helplessly on the chair and said feebly: "I injured the old one, and you beat the younger one. This time, everyone is offended."

"I was still thinking about going to their Buddhist Scripture Pavilion to learn more and be influenced by Buddhism, but now I can't even enter through the gate..."

"They said that the things in front of their door were theirs, but they were unwilling to hand them over. I was so angry that I punished them. How can you blame me?"

After all, Gu Santong is a senior figure in the world who has been famous for a long time, but he was kicked out by others, so of course he couldn't help but take action.

"I knew you were unreliable..."

Yi Buhuo hated the iron and said: "How can you do it? They are scolding you and you can't buy some meat and go to the Shaolin Temple to barbecue?"

"A gentleman doesn't understand whether he uses his mouth or his hands?"

　It's gone today. I feel a throbbing pain behind my ears, and I don't dare to stay up late.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)