A loud shout came from a distance, causing Thirteen and Mingyou to turn their heads one after another. In the direction of the sound, a young man in a gray monk's robe was running towards this side.

The young man had a lot of patches on his monk's robe, which seemed to be a little old. However, he still had a look on his head, fluttering in the wind when he was running. With that pretty face, he probably was a little novice monk who was about to be ordained.

After he ran over, he did not care about the two lying on the ground. Instead, he cared about the bamboos around him: "This bamboo was planted by a novice Master Guanzhen back then. This is where Master Pukong followed the example of his sudden enlightenment in the Bodhi tree and sat in meditation for three years!! This is a bamboo that grew up listening to Master Hongzhi's lectures since childhood, and it...it is..."

Facing the messy bamboo forest, the young monk looked very anxious and angry, sweating profusely. He muttered his mouth to explain the origin of each bamboo clearly, and tried to straighten some of the bamboos that had not been completely broken. However, all this was in vain, so he turned his attention to the sin and the disaster.

The young monk hurriedly ran towards the two of them and shouted, "Do you know how many Zen masters have taught in this bamboo forest? Every bamboo has Zen meaning, and it is a place to understand the great truth... This blessed land was destroyed by you casually..."

When he got closer, when he saw the two of them, he seemed to understand something and shouted angrily: "The bold thief dares to do such a miserable thing in the holy land of Buddhism. Why don't you let go of the female donor quickly!!"

Originally, Thirteen and Mingyou were discussing the matter of letting go, but the monk suddenly appeared. The appearance of the nerves made them forget about this for a while. When he ran over, he saw the scene like this-

Two people were entangled in a very indecent posture, and the man also held a broken knife and pressed it against the neck of a young woman, with a very obvious intention.

Thirteen felt that there shouldn’t be too many moves now, and they would still speak faster: “Can I explain it?”

"Stop talking nonsense. If you don't let go of the female donor, the little monk will be welcome!"

"Okay, I'll let go." Thirteen let go of Mingyou, stood up, patted the dust on his body, and said disapprovingly, "Actually, things are not what you think. We are old friends, just a little joke."

For some reason, Mingyou stood up and ran straight to the young monk without saying a word.

He was really afraid of anything he was afraid of. Thirteen was afraid that Ming You would get something to do when he got his brain and he made some tricks. As a result, his brain just moved, and Ming You really did what he expected. Suddenly he was addicted to the drama and started to make trouble.

"Hey... come back!!" Shisan's eyes twitched, and he quickly tried to stop Ming You, but she flashed and was thrown away.

Mingyou ran behind the young monk crying and pretended to be delicate and pitiful: "Yeah oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh

This scene fell into the eyes of young monks. Without making any guesses, a man with a vulgar appearance forced the weak woman to the depths of the dense forest, trying to do something unspeakable, but now he is knocked out and plans to kill and silence him.

"The thief dies!!" The young monk was furious and roared lowly. The loose monk's robe suddenly swelled as if it was full of breath. His white face also swelled with red copper in an instant, his eyes widened, his forehead was bulging, and his head was flying because of the agitation.

The young monk reached out his right hand and grabbed the void: "Come!"

Thirteen in the distance felt as if he was being firmly grasped by an invisible thug and was dragged towards the young monk. He quickly leaned back and his feet were stationed. However, he still plowed two deep pits on the ground, urging his internal force to increase his leg strength before he could stop.

The moment the forward and backward forces reached a balance, Thirteen began to fall backwards, but at this moment, he kicked his feet and made several backflips in the air, quickly widening the distance between him and the young monk.

However, the moment he landed, another energy came overwhelmingly. Thirteen glanced from the corner of his eyes and saw the huge golden palm that had been looming. Although he was not hit, the force of the fierce and unrestrained force was still very familiar.

"The Great Powerful Vajra Palm?!" Thirteen was shocked and instantly shocked.

This is the secret of Longquan Temple that is not passed down. Even the old secret book is not recorded at all. Unless it is a person of the level of the head or the elder's personal disciple, he is qualified to receive oral teachings. This monk seems to be in his early twenties and has reached such a high status?

Since it is called the Great Power Vajra Palm, it must have a lot of internal strength to drive it. Therefore, people who have seen this move before Thirteen were basically around forty, and they can be said to be at his senior level, so they can only hear the name of Great Power and rarely experience the power of Great Power.

Now I met a young man in his twenties... Oh, now it is the age of Shengwu. Practicing to the Chongwu Realm is like drinking water and eating, so there is nothing to be surprised, right?

When he was still in shock, Thirteen saw another figure approaching quickly. When his eyes turned right in front of him, the young monk was already standing there and punched him tepidly.

The punch looked very light and soft, and it seemed that it was not used for any force. However, Thirteen absolutely did not believe what it looked like on the surface. He quickly looked out with his eyes and hands, and firmly grasped the young monk's arm. However, a huge force still hit his stomach, and the force on the punch also ran through the flesh and rushed straight to the internal organs.

I don’t know if it was his wrong judgment or what happened. I had already grabbed my arm, but although I didn’t see it, based on experience, this punch would never hit. But at the moment he grabbed it, the fist suddenly grew half an inch and hit the target.

It's too late to say anything now. Thirteen felt that his stomach seemed to be scratched hard with his hands. A large mouthful of sour water couldn't help but vomited directly. At the same time, his legs became weak, and he knelt on the ground with his stomach covered and he fell to the ground in pain.

The young monk hit the punch and then settled there. His face was confused, his face was filled with a loss, his flushed blood gradually faded, and he returned to his previous handsome appearance of human and animal being harmless.

After reason reoccupied the body, the young monk saw Thirteen covering his stomach and his whole face was in a panic and said in panic: "Donor! Are you okay? Is it a sin? The little monk still couldn't control his anger. All of his actions were done unintentionally. I hope the donor will not blame him... Amitabha, Amitabha..."

As he was talking, the young monk sat cross-legged on the ground and folded his hands and recited the Buddhist scriptures silently. He didn't know whether he was atonement for his sins just now or praying for the Thirteenth?

Thirteen had a colic in his abdomen, and his strength to speak was dissipated, but he could still greet the young monk over and over again: "Gan Linliang... Whether you intentionally or not, you should help me up first... The quilt in the forest is not dead, so don't be so anxious to start crossing the quilt..."
Chapter completed!