Chapter 2 Reincarnation as a young man ()

Huiming is dead, but he is still alive!

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The soul also continued to rotate.

But at this moment, Huiming didn't feel anything and didn't feel dizzy: "After all, I'm dead, but is this the way toward the Pure Land?"

Huiming is not clear.

But this idea made him very happy. Although he had been studying the killing skills all his life, he could still return to the Buddha's arms, which was also a kind of luck for him. However, it was really unexpected!

Huiming even thought: I should have passed away early.

Time spans to modern society, in September 2003, the northern slums of Marrakech, Morocco, along the Strait of Gibraltar.

As the name suggests, this is a gathering place for the poor in Marrakech, and the surrounding buildings are somewhat declining. People in the city of Marrakech call this a fallen area. In the short blocks here, almost all the dirty transactions, gambling piles, population transactions, and various red light districts can be seen everywhere, as well as prostitutes standing on the street.

In the west of this slum area, there is a slightly simple football field. The stadium has existed for decades and does not seem to have a fixed name, but people around like to call it Dirham Stadium.

Dirham is the universal currency of Morocco. The Dirham Stadium naturally means a stadium for trading currencies. In fact, many Moroccan shady transactions are carried out here, which has become a matter recognized by the public. Even the Marrakech government turned a blind eye to it.

In addition, this stadium has another function, which is naturally to hold football matches.

This is not a regular football match, it is a purely bet-out game. There are many audiences in this kind of underground competition, but they are all black-hearted businessmen from Marrakech, and most of them are involved in betting on the game.

In this way, there is naturally no fairness in the confrontation between the participating teams of the two sides.

In fact, there is no so-called referee in the game, and the symbolic notary ignores the formal rules at all. The real rule is very simple: as long as you kick the ball into the opponent's goal with your feet, you will be considered a score, and there will be an argument, arguing, a physical rush, or even a fight in the middle, and the referees mostly ignore it.

As long as the game can be played, there will be no problem.

Now, there is such a gambling game on the football field. The two temporary teams on both sides are all famous gangsters in the slums in the northern town of Marrakech.

These gangsters make money by playing black football games. They will naturally get a considerable commission when they win. The result of failure is also very painful. Not only will they not get the money, but their bodies may also be greatly damaged.

For example, on the court, a black-haired and yellow-skinned boy was being punched and kicked by a group of people.

"Beat him! Beat him hard! Jack, do you still dare to score a goal?" A black man said, pulling the black-haired boy to the ground with one kick.

Others also ran over, and it seemed that blood was about to happen.

The spectators around the stadium did not meddle in the nosy. They all looked like watching the fun, as if it was not a real person's fight, but a dance performance. Even the teammates of the black-haired boy were all hiding aside and watching, without any sign of helping forward.

This black-haired boy is named Tang Jack Lee. He is a famous gangster in the slums in the northern town of Marrakech. He has lived here since childhood. Since two years ago, he has been hired to play football betting games for life.

Jack Don is also very awesome.

At least in terms of football, Tang Jack has a very good talent and his dream has always been to become a professional football player. In the slums of North City, Tang Jack Lee is also well-known, and many people like to hire Tang Jack to play football.

However, this was also jealous of others.

Just like in this scene now, Don Jack Lee was beaten and kicked by a group of people in the middle, but no one stepped forward to pull up or help, and this was still in the game.

When Huiming woke up, she saw this scene.

But unlike the audience watching the excitement around him, he was surrounded by many black men. Before Huiming could react, he saw a black foot kicking fiercely at his face.

"Amitabha, how could there be such a villain?"

Huiming was furious!

After living for more than 20 years, Huiming has always been a young master of the Shaolin Sect. Before his death, he even became the first person in the Shaolin Sect's history. But now there is a person with a weird appearance who dares to kick him in the face with his feet.

It's tolerant, but who can't bear it!

According to his martial arts cultivation in his previous life, Huiming subconsciously grabbed the black foot with his hands, but when he exerted force, he found that he had no internal strength, which shocked him and then he remembered that he should have died?

Is this really Lingshan?

But now is not the time to consider this issue. When he found that he could not grasp the black foot, Huiming reacted and slightly relieved his force, supported his right arm with all his strength, and put his left foot on the man's legs with force.

"Let's go down!"

After Huiming kicked this, the fierce black man fell to the ground directly on his back. But Huiming refused to stop. He was still angry and wanted to step forward and kick again to repay this harmful intention.

The next moment, Huiming stood up and clasped his hands together, stood up and said, "Good will be rewarded, evil will be rewarded. Donor, now it is time for evil retribution!"

But as soon as the words finished, another black foot flew from behind.

Huiming felt cold behind him, and then he realized that more than one person around him wanted to break his appearance. He was furious and was attacked by a group of people without knowing what was going on. No one would be angry.

Huiming turned around suddenly, avoided three fists and two kicks, and took the opportunity to rush towards the leg with his arm, hugged the black leg. Huiming turned around and stretched out his right foot, and kicked the man hard in the crotch.

"I will let you have no sons and grandchildren so that you can take refuge in my Buddha!"

A scream rang out.

The few people next to him hadn't reacted yet. The boy's dodge just now made them full of anger, and the few people still stretched out their fists and feet to hit Huiming.

Another solution was solved. Huiming let out a little breath, lowered his body to avoid a punch, lay on his back and forth on the ground and kicked back and forth with his feet. The people around him were complaining about these kicks. They were about to fight back, but Huiming had already stood up and waved his fists and gave him a straight punch.

With three punches and two kicks, Huiming used several simple basic moves of the Shaolin School to solve most of the opponents.

This is not over yet.

There was also a fish that escaped the net on the left. The young black man with a shame looked very timid and pushed back with a very cowardly look under Huiming's glaring. Huiming did not go forward directly, but put his hands together and said with a compassionate look: "Why did the donor fight me for no reason? In order to get the donor out of the sea of ​​suffering as soon as possible, I should do it myself!"

After hearing this, the black man was so scared that no matter who saw someone showing a pity after beating someone, he would feel cold sweat all over. More importantly, the companions around him who were wailing in pain reminded the black man that this black-haired boy in front of him was not easy to mess with, at least he could not beat him.

But this guy is also smart. He shouted and ran away.

"Thief, where can I escape!"

Huiming glared at him, ran twice, and kicked him straight. The man suddenly fell to the ground with his body facing down, and then fell to bite his shit.

Huiming turned around and looked around. Everyone fell to the ground and looked at him in fear, and then clapped their hands with satisfaction. At this time, he remembered the strange situation and looked at the surrounding environment. But he saw a group of people in the distance who looked and dressed in strange clothes, all looking at him with strange expressions, not knowing what they were thinking.

Huiming shook his head in confusion, squatted down and grabbed a strange man lying on the ground, grabbed his collar, and asked, "Amitabha! Donor, why do you want to sneak attack me?"

"?" The strange man under him was stunned, but said a lot of things he didn't understand.

Huiming was furious and punched the man again with another straight punch at the right eye. Then he stroked his chest with his hands, slowly shouting in his mouth that he had sinned. He turned his hands together and frowned and said, "Amitabha! Are you teasing me?"

The man wailed for a long time and said some inexplicable words: "@#%...%?"

Seeing this, the man was not intentionally teasing. Huiming reacted and looked down at himself. Only then did he realize that his body had become smaller and much younger?

More importantly, this body does not seem to be owned?

No, it seems, it is not!

What's going on?

Isn’t I dead, why is I still alive? And my body has become like this?

Is this really Lingshan?

Huiming hesitated and turned around and saw small double-storey lofts built around them. Each house seemed quite luxurious, while the strange people around him looked weak.

Where is this?

Huiming was stunned and said that this was Lingshan. He himself didn't believe it. No matter which Buddhist scripture describes Lingshan, it should not be like this. But is it Avici Hell?

impossible!

How could hell be so gorgeous and fertile?

Dreams?

Yes, this can be available.

Huiming was full of confusion. At this moment, he saw a very rich white-skinned monster wave at him. Huiming pointed at him with his finger and was sure that he was calling him.

He walked over step by step.

When Huiming came to the man, the white-skinned weirdo said something with a smile, and then patted his shoulder. Huiming cleverly grabbed his hand, and a servant-like figure next to him who nodded and bowed quickly and smiled anxiously and explained what he said.

"Did you tell me to let go of him? No malice?"

Huiming understood and then let go of the hand of the white-skinned weirdo. The man gritted his teeth and twisted his wrist, glared at Huiming, then took out a stack of exquisite small paintings from his arms and handed them over reluctantly. Huiming carefully examined these small paintings, each of which looked quite exquisite and could be called a masterpiece.

Is this for yourself?

"Amitabha, I understand all the things. This little painting is extremely exquisite and is worth a lot."

"elder brother!"

Huiming was about to continue talking so that he could push it off, but at this time, a cute little girl came over with tears on her face, stood beside Huiming and said, "Brother, let's go."

Is this a Central Plains native?

Huiming was stunned and looked at the girl's face. A sense of intimacy came from his heart. He touched the girl's hair and followed her directly toward the crowd. At this moment, Huiming also forgot whether men and women could not get along with each other. He didn't realize what environment he was in.

So he followed the little girl.

They walked through two blocks together. Huiming looked at the beautiful scenery around him. The two came to a beautiful house, but the house was messy, with some strange things being placed in it.

Huiming looked at it one by one, and it seemed that every item was very attractive to him.

The little girl walked into the house, looked at Huiming who was studying a bunch of miscellaneous items, and said with tears on her face: "Brother, don't play football again in the future, promise me, okay?"

Huiming didn't understand why, then realized something, and pointed at himself and asked, "Brother? I am a monk? Your name is brother. "

The little girl burst out laughing, holding Huiming's hand and shaking it around, saying, "Brother, what are you talking about? But, brother is so awesome that he can beat so many people!"

Huiming felt a little shy when the compliment of such a cute girl, and he touched the back of his head and smiled embarrassedly.

At this moment, Huiming glared at her eyes, but suddenly felt a lot of complicated things appearing in her brain. The impact of these large amounts of things suddenly poured in made him faint on the ground.
Chapter completed!