Jiang Xiaoya's face became solemn as soon as he saw Monk Wuxiang coming out.

The monks in the temple were immediately overjoyed.

They knew that Senior Brother Wuxiang had advanced cultivation. The elders in the temple all liked Senior Brother Wuxiang very much. They thought that he was a very good Buddhist practitioner and was a once-in-a-century talent. They wanted to hand over the Golden Pavilion Temple to him very early on.

Him, let him preside over it.

However, Brother Wuxiang is relatively lazy, or in other words, he has no pursuits. He stays in his Zen monastery all day, studying some medical books. As for the management of Kinkaku Temple, some disciples of the Pure Land Sect are in charge.

Anyway, it's just some money, and Brother Wuxiang doesn't care about it.

However, at this moment, I saw that the girl who had been shouting stopped her activities as soon as she saw Senior Brother Wuxiang coming out, her face was solemn, and she did not dare to shout at will. She was obviously afraid of Senior Brother Wuxiang.

For a time, these monks were all very happy

"Senior Brother Wuxiang, this woman injured Senior Brother Wuguang, go and take a look!"

At this time, a monk pointed to the dying monk lying in the corner and said to the monk Wuxiang.

"Wuguang is injured? Really, why didn't you tell me earlier!" Monk Wuxiang was speechless. If he is injured, of course he must be sent to him for treatment as soon as possible. Otherwise, what will happen if the injury gets worse?

Faced with Jiang Xiaoya's aggressive momentum, Monk Wuxiang didn't say a single harsh word. He walked directly to the corner and checked the monk's injuries.

"Brother Wuxiang, how is Senior Brother Wuguang?" The other monks also gathered around and looked at Jiang Xiaoya fiercely. After forcing her way in, this girl also injured someone from the Golden Pavilion Temple? This is too arrogant.

Got it!

"It's nothing. I just fainted. The female donor's technique was very unique. Although she knocked Wu Guang out, she didn't cause him any substantial harm. She seemed to have deliberately avoided attacks on Wu Guang's meridians.

Obviously, this female donor has a very clear understanding of the structure of human meridians."

Monk Wuxiang checked and found that there was nothing wrong with the monk. He had just passed out in a brief coma. When he woke up, he would be weak for a few days because of his infuriating energy, but there would be no sequelae.

On the contrary, he was very impressed that Jiang Xiaoya could do this at his age.

He couldn't do it at this age. Only after he studied Chinese medicine in depth for a period of time and learned about acupuncture points, twelve meridians, etc., was he able to do this.

It can be seen from this that this girl is really amazing.

However, having said that, Monk Wuxiang turned around, his expression turned cold, he stared at Jiang Xiaoya, and said coldly: "I dare to ask this female benefactor why she hurt the poor monk's junior brother!"

"I worshiped the mountain according to the rules and sent the invitation. He stopped me at the door and refused to let me in! In desperation, I had no choice but to take action! I was already merciful. According to the rules of our Kunlun sect, when I encountered this

Anyone who blocks the road will usually be beaten until he can no longer take care of himself."

Jiang Xiaoya explained a few words, and then suddenly remembered his master's earnest instructions when he came down the mountain. No matter what you lost, you can't lose face, so he emphasized it again.

As soon as these words came out, the crowd suddenly became angry. A group of monks said angrily: "What did you say? If you are not allowed in, you will beat someone? Do you still respect the law? We are going to call the police and charge you with intentional injury!"

"The invitation is genuine. It was indeed written by Master." But at this moment, Monk Wuxiang opened the invitation and took it out to take a look. On it, there was a silver hook written on it, inviting disciples of the Kunlun Sect to come to the Golden Pavilion Temple for exchanges and practice.

Experience, and the time says, this is an invitation sent out in December last year.

Do the math, if the Kunlun sect really gave face and sent disciples, they would have arrived in the past few days.

Looking at the girl's posture and the pair of immortals behind her, they seemed to be watching hundreds of people surrounding her without any concern. This calm posture is definitely not something that a disciple of a small sect can do.

some.

Perhaps, it really is Junior Brother Wuguang's fault!

If he had only read the invitation, he would have known that the person coming was not someone to be trifled with.

Kunlun...the number one sect in China. For countless years, it has been a giant in the world of spiritual practice!

"Brother, what did you say?"

"Senior Brother Wuxiang, how can you help outsiders speak?"

"Yes, when the host master left, he said that senior brother should be in charge of everything. You can't let others bully us!"

"There are only three of them. We have at least a hundred people here. Why don't we just beat them up!"

"Yes, fuck this guy! I can't bear this tone anymore! This woman is too arrogant!"

The Golden Pavilion has been famous in Japan for hundreds of years, and the Golden Pavilion on the top of the mountain is still a national treasure of Japan. How many years have a group of monks not suffered from this kind of anger? Is it tolerable or intolerable?

Monk Wuxiang listened to the clamor of his junior brothers, but he didn't take it seriously. He walked up to Jiang Xiaoya and said: "Since the invitation says, exchange of practice experience, killing is not my master's original intention. You guys

Coming from afar, I was supposed to entertain you with tea made from the best mountain spring, but you injured my junior brother and became a bad guest, so I am afraid that my junior brothers will not be willing to entertain you again!"

A monk on the side saw that Monk Wuxiang was still speaking in a gentle voice, and couldn't help but said: "Brother, why are you still nagging them? Just beat them out!"

"Silence!"

Monk Wuxiang looked back at the monk, his sharp gaze instantly piercing the monk's mind.

"Ah, ah ba..." The monk opened his mouth, and suddenly found that he was speechless. Like a mute, he kept blinking his mouth, but he could only utter "Abba, Ababa"

The sound, this time, made him extremely anxious.

"Monk, don't shout and kill all day long. There are no rules at all. I'll punish you by practicing silent meditation for three days." Monk Wuxiang said still unhurriedly.

After hearing this, the monk couldn't speak for three days, and felt that Monk Wuxiang's methods were mysterious, so he clasped his hands together, chanted Amitabha, and retreated.

"What a powerful mental attack!" Yang Yunfan was watching carefully. The Wuxiang monk directly used his substantial mental power to stimulate an acupuncture point on the back of the monk's head. This acupuncture point happened to be related to the language nerve, stimulating the area.

, causing the monk to temporarily lose his language ability and suffer from short-term aphasia.

This skill not only requires mental strength and pure thoughts, but also requires an understanding of the acupuncture points of the human body.

This formless monk is really not simple.

Seeing that the junior brothers stopped making noise, Monk Wuxiang said to Jiang Xiaoya: "Since I am the master and you are the guest, shall I decide the rules of the competition?"

"Okay, tell me!" Jiang Xiaoya looked arrogant, showing the air of a master. After all, she carried the dignity of the Kunlun Sect at this time, so naturally she couldn't just talk and laugh.

Monk Wuxiang smiled and said: "We cultivators are very familiar with medicine. We are able to seize the blessings of heaven and earth and make up for our own shortcomings. I have a patient here who is not sure about the treatment. Tomorrow morning, there will be another

A patient is coming, and I am not sure about the treatment either. Let's compare who's medical skills are stronger and can cure these two patients."

"Okay!" Jiang Xiaoya couldn't help but glance at Yang Yunfan, and simply agreed. He couldn't help but secretly laugh in his heart: The monk of the Golden Pavilion Temple is really looking for death. I have Brother Yang to help me, what disease in the world can I beat Brother Yang with?

"Senior brother, you are brilliant!" Everyone in the Golden Pavilion Temple on the side, when they heard Jiang Xiaoya agreed, all clapped their hands and laughed.

Senior Brother Wuxiang is known as the "Miracle Doctor Monk". He is even the best doctor in the Kyoto area!

This little girl actually competes with Senior Brother Wuxiang in treating diseases? Haha, it’s really hilarious!
Chapter completed!