Colorful Spirit Eyes

Chapter 154 Fighting Gu (2)

Seeing that everyone had almost arrived, the monk from the seven-story pagoda asked about the meaning of the Calais River. After the latter nodded slightly, the monk wearing yellow sand and red clothes stood in the middle and spoke with Speaking fluent English, he made the opening remarks: Dear guests from afar, it is an honor for this event to be held in our temple. Let me talk about the rules of the conference over the years... The official regulations, which are painless and not itchy, have been said over and over again.

After the monk finished speaking, he clasped his hands together, saluted such people, cleared his throat and continued: In recent years, members have been fighting among themselves, which goes against the original intention of the conference to coexist peacefully and have friendly relations. So, what's the point? All grievances and grudges are hoped to be resolved today. Having said this, the monk turned to look to the left, smiled politely and respectfully, and asked: Master Kensani, are you willing to reconcile with Master Yau Madiga?

Du Zhong leaned over and looked over, and found that the person being questioned was actually a monk wearing yellow sand and red clothes. Judging by the color of his skin and the gold and silver attire he was wearing, Eucommia seemed to have guessed the origin of this person. Turning his head to Aguji, he asked: Which monk is the Indian clay man?

Aguji nodded slightly and whispered: Well, that's them. Du Zhong said oh, he really wanted to know who in the country that has always regarded Amitabha as supreme would have a deep hatred with.

I saw a monk with dark skin, a big black bald head, and a curly beard. He slowly stood up, put his hands together and saluted the Thai monk in the middle, touched his upper lip to his lower lip, and opened his mouth in a classic way. Buddha's name, and then said: I will not agree to reconciliation, and the people of the Buddhist Holy Land will never bow to the evil forces.

As soon as he finished speaking, several people with the same dark skin and colorful clothes stood up from the middle position on the opposite side. The leader of them, a middle-aged man with short stature but extremely strong body, pointed at Kensanni and cursed: Bah, you sanctimonious black bald donkey, use less justice to beautify yourself, do you think we are all fools? ? Which of your disciples, including you, does not have three wives and four concubines?

After cursing, he looked directly at the monk in the middle and said: I, Yau Ma Tiga, will not reconcile with such a sanctimonious guy.

Kensanni snorted coldly, proclaimed the Buddha's name, stared at Youma Tiga with an extremely serious and ugly expression, and said: Then, don't blame Lao Na's men for being ruthless... As soon as he said this After landing, Kensanni, who was wearing flip-flops and bare feet, exerted force on one leg and shot directly at Yau Ma Tiga.

Not only that, the three monks who were traveling with him seemed to have a clear understanding of each other, and they all rushed forward following behind. The monk who was standing in the middle and presiding over the situation had already retreated to a distance when he saw both sides acting like this. He seemed to be used to the fact that both sides would take action whenever they disagreed.

Everyone present seemed to have the same attitude as the presiding monk. Only Du Zhong, Jiang Sen, Liu Bo and Miao Guling were the first to see such a battle. Du Zhong even gnawed an apple with great interest while talking to Liu Bo and Jiang Sen joked: Hey, hey, hey... look, the fight is about to begin, the fight is about to begin. Hey, tell me, will they emit some dynamic light waves, or throw lightning or something like that?

Liu Bo was also very interested in the novelty, and he often participated in it. He had never heard of such a mysterious gathering, and he was equally curious and disapproving. He grinned and said: I don’t know, maybe some kind of dragon or monster will come out to protect me.

Jiang Sen came over and said with a smile: I think it is very likely that they will throw fireballs and curse at the same time: You old bald donkey, look at my fire control skills, and then the old monk, Oh Amitabha, waved with one arm , shouted: Well done, shout loudly for the Buddha's light to shine...

Pfft... Listening to the three people's vivid and unauthorized dubbing of the two sides, Miao Guling, who was sitting on the body of Eucommia ulmoides, burst into laughter and covered her small mouth and said to the three of them: "You guys?" It's really bad. It's not as fantasy as you say.

Aguji also grinned when he heard this, shook his head with a wry smile and said: You probably have read too many fantasy novels.

Ahem... Listening to the whispers of the juniors behind him, Miao Feng, who was sitting in the front row, glared at the people behind him and made a sound in his throat. Several people stuck out their tongues, looked at each other and laughed.

They were laughing and joking, but they started to fight with fists and kicks in the field. The primitive method of pure hand-to-hand combat made Eucommia and the others extremely boring to watch. There was no magic flying in the sky as expected, which really disappointed a few young people with unlimited daydreams.

The monks who made ink suffered a loss in terms of numbers. Kensanni received an unknown number of punches on his face, causing his nose and ears to bleed. The three people with him were also in a state of utter confusion. The more Kensani beat him, the more angry he became. He suddenly shouted loudly, and the gauze clothes around him swelled up at a speed visible to the naked eye. Seeing this, the other three monks also took the risk and shouted in the same way. The muscles all over his body grew rapidly. The four people faced the oncoming opponent. Youma Dijia and others did not dodge or dodge. After receiving a heavy blow from the opponent, they waved one arm like lightning, and a hand knife was as real as the air. There was a buzzing sound... In a moment, a stream of bloody sword suddenly spurted out from Youma Dijia's neck.

Ah... This... special function? With his mouth wide open, Eucommia ulmoides looked at the murder that happened not far away in disbelief and exclaimed. Miao Guling beside him, who had never seen such a bloody scene, also exclaimed, covered his eyes, buried his whole head into the arms of Eucommia ulmoides, and shouted: Killing... ·

Liu Bo and Jiang Sen also didn't expect that such a magical thing would really happen. You looked at me, I looked at you, and they all saw disbelief and shock in each other's eyes.

Although Aguji is similar in age to Eucommia ulmoides, his eyesight is much better than that of several people here. He actually curled his lips with disdain and said: What kind of special power is it? It's hard qigong. At this level, many children in our country can easily do it.

Eucommia didn't quite believe what Aguji said, and frowned and asked: Can you... do it?

Aguji simply shook his head and said: I don't know how. Then he looked into Eucommia ulmoides's eyes with great pride and said with a smile: "However, I have seen the moment in Wudang Mountain when a ten-year-old child chopped down a big tree with one hand."

Seeing the other party's serious expression, as if he was not talking nonsense, Du Zhong was shocked. Sigh, this world is so big and full of wonders. Miao Feng leaned back, and then explained Aguji's words to Du Zhong: Our ancient Eastern country has a vast territory and rich resources, and there are tens of thousands of various inheritances. It's just hard Qigong, but it's really not that outstanding. The older schools of Emei, Wudang, Kunlun and even some armies have similar kung fu inheritance. It is indeed as Aguji said, and it is not surprising.

Miao Feng's words made Liu Bo and Jiang Sen nod. If we talk about hard qigong, their skills are not bad. The reason why they were surprised was just because they didn't react for a while.

Eucommia barked, and when he looked into the field, the two sides, which were originally evenly matched, had come to an end with the death of Youma Tiga. After a brief but exciting hand-to-hand fight, Kensani's side seriously injured two people, in exchange for the deaths of three of the other side. Calculating this, it can be said to be a complete victory.

Kensanni covered his chest and stared coldly at the people opposite him who hated him, and said: "We will kill them. If you have any vengeance, feel free to come and take revenge. I, Kensanny, will take action at any time..."

The dead party was gnashing their teeth, but the general had already been killed, and with just the meager efforts of himself and others, they couldn't hurt the other party at all. Several people stared at Kensanni fiercely, finally picked up the bodies of his three companions, and left without saying a word...

Kensanni snorted and covered his chest, waved to the people behind him, and muttered a few words. The two people still standing behind him nodded, each helped an injured companion, and walked out.

After Kensanni sat down again, Jialai Hecai stood up with a smile and applauded: Master Kensanni, you are indeed a profound person in Buddhism. I admire you, I admire you...

Kensanni glanced at Calais Hecai coldly and didn't say a word. Seeing him like this, Calais Hecai didn't care. He looked around happily at everyone present, and finally cast his eyes on Miao Feng, and said in a unique way: All the grudges will be resolved today, this is a good thing, a great thing. After everyone walks out of this door and abandons all grudges, it is very likely that we can shake hands and make peace, and maybe we can become very good friends... Are you right? Mr. Miao?

Miao Feng was very calm at this time. The old god leaned back on the chair and said with a smile: Master Jialai is right, what is junior brother? Ah, hatred, it will pass if you endure it for a while. Otherwise, my life will be gone, but I will have nothing... Are you right? Calais... Master?

Calais Hecai, who was originally smiling and looking like a master, suddenly changed his expression after hearing Miao Feng's sarcastic and sarcastic words. He didn't expect that the other party would dare to be so unscrupulous in his own territory. He slowly narrowed his eyes and waved his hand to the monk who was about to step forward to preside over the ceremony. Looking at Miao Feng with a half-smile but not a smile, he slowly said: Mr. Miao, I think it’s time for you and me to come to an end. What do you think?

Miao Feng looked calm and calm. He reached out and picked up a grape on the table next to him and stuffed it into his mouth. While chewing, he said: I am always waiting for advice...

Hearing this, Calais Hecai immediately looked up and laughed loudly and said: Haha... Okay. As he spoke, he shouted to his side: Lutas, when the opportunity to avenge your master has come, don’t show mercy...

As soon as he finished speaking, a tall, thin, fat man with oil stains all over his body stood up. Lutas, naked to the waist, stepped forward and said with a smile: Uncle Master, I want to see if Dongfang is really that powerful...