"You'll die!" Reflecting from the initial panic, the giant king only wanted to kill the little thief in front of him as soon as possible, so as not to have too many dreams.

He lifted up a thick thigh and kicked Feng Yun hard.

"You dare to be a villain!"

A majestic Buddha's name and a golden Zen staff appeared on the chest of the giant king without any warning.

"Bang!"

The giant was injured and shrunk to the original size again.

Turning back, Feng Yun saw a bald monk with his own halo coming through the wall, and a fairy dressed as white as snow was following him.

"Amitabha!"

He bowed to the Buddha with both hands and sang a Buddha's name. Suddenly he looked up, his eyes shining brightly, and his tongue was shining with orchids: "The evil beast will not die!"

"Bald donkey! It's good! Take your grandpa's palm!"

The king looked crazy, and a huge blood hole was smashed into his chest by a Zen stick. He waved his claws and rushed to the monk.

A God-given opportunity!

After being happy, Feng Yun pressed the mechanism of "Anger Lotus" in his sleeve.

"Bang!"

As soon as Wang Yuanwai rushed to the monk, he was knocked over to the ground by a palm and melted at a speed visible to the naked eye. Only a pile of broken cloth strips were left on the ground.

The death will disappear!

However, it is not a good thing for Feng Yun! When a person dies, the system does not move, which means that he has not picked up the head!

Didn’t it mean that picking up human heads is a life of a pig’s feet?

Feng Yun looked at the monk with his own halo opposite him.

"Amitabha! What a vicious hidden weapon for the donor!" After glanced at the clothes on the ground, the monk turned his eyes to Feng Yun in front of him, looking neither sad nor happy.

"Good brother! Come and see Master Mingkong!" A gust of fragrant wind blew, and Feng Yun's arm was wrapped in a soft ball. Dong Qian leaned in her ear and whispered: "This is the most outstanding disciple of the generation of Wenshu Temple in Fucheng!"

Isn’t he just a monk?

At first, Feng Yun was a little distracted, and soon reacted. The Zen Staff of the Sky was clearly a strong man who had cultivated his internal strength!

"Feng Yun has met Master Mingkong!"

Feng Yun bowed and then looked carefully. Mingkong looked at him at a young age but was quite old, with a straight facial features and pure eyes, giving people the feeling of being a monk.

Ignoring Feng Yun's gaze, Mingkong narrowed his eyes slightly and bowed with one hand, "The donor has such a strong murderous aura!"

Last time, the monk from Yinying Temple said that I was so slaughtering!

Now the monk from Manjushri Temple said that I have such a strong murderous aura!

If I didn’t have such a heavy killing aura! Killing aura! Can I achieve what I have today? Maybe I can only look at the miscellaneous fish next to me with admiration, and I can’t even say a slut.

"As a constable, his responsibilities are, why should the master be attached to this!"

"Stop killing with killing! Use violence to suppress violence! It is not a good thing!"

"Why did you do just now according to the Master's words?" Feng Yun asked back.

Mingkong gritted his teeth: "It is a demon!"

"Haha!" Feng Yun smiled and did not get entangled with it. It just made him a pity that the mental method of practicing internal energy "spend and health preservation".

In the back garden of Baicaotang, Feng Yun, Dong Qian and Mingkong sat in front of a stone table.

The fragrant tea on the table was swaying, with a faint fragrance.

The wound on Feng Yun's waist was also treated by the miracle doctor Dong Feng and Dong, and it was not serious.

Mingkong stared at Feng Yun with a bright look: "I don't know which sect the sect of the Constable Feng Kuai Master?"

Although he could see that Feng Yun had not practiced any internal skills, Feng Yun's horizontal practice made him very amazed.

I think it is a famous sect in the palace, and there are countless collections of the temples, and there is no martial art that can make people have a strong body before they can practice their internal strength.

"Yun was born in a farmer's family, and he had no door or sect!" Feng Yun said frankly.

Mingkong frowned and was obviously stunned for a moment. He didn't believe that Feng Yun would be a person without a sect. Martial arts are rampant in this world, but he also cherishes his own clothes. Martial arts would rather rot in his stomach and rot in the soil than be easily passed on to others. It's so difficult for a person without a sect to obtain a sect.

"The ban on the constable has not yet developed internal strength, but he can get entangled with monsters. Mingkong admires him very much. Can you ask for advice?" Mingkong stood up and compiled it all.

Practicing martial arts means making progress through constant battles with the strong. Feng Yun also wants to meet the strong people from the city, and also wants to see the difference between practicing internal strength and not having internal strength.

"please!"

"please!"

Feng Yun stood in his hand holding a leaf-falling knife, Mingkong held a Zen staff.

Mingkong practiced the magic wand technique widely circulated by the Buddhist children, and his internal strength was the unique mental method of Manjushri Temple and the mental method of Manjushri.

Feng Yun walked forward with a knife, and used a move to spread the flowers and willows, and the fallen leaves slashed towards Mingkong.

"clang!"

With a dull sound, the leaf-falling knife was blocked before it was cut on the Zen staff.

Is this the internal energy?

Feng Yun stepped forward again, and the fallen leaf knife stepped onto the dormitory. This time Mingkong did not block it with a Zen stick. He flashed back and took advantage of the fact that Feng Yun's sword was exhausted, and he came from his chest and headed straight for Feng Yun's face door.

Feng Yun waved his fist and stopped at a distance of one finger from Ming Kong's palm.

The two of them fought with each other with one palm and one punch.

He stood up and Mingkong called the Buddha's name; "They are so powerful to practice kung fu!"

Feng Yun beat the snake and asked the question in his heart: "I wonder if the master can explain the internal strength in detail?"

"Just keep the ban on the ban, just remember that if you practice martial arts and not practice martial arts until you are old, the rest will come naturally!" Mingkong smiled and did not solve Feng Yun's confusion, but instead made him more confused.

Perhaps seeing Feng Yun was unhappy, Mingkong said again: "The military skills of the constable are really good at young age. If you enter my Manshu Temple, you may get what the constable is looking for!"

Wenshu Temple does not lack internal skills and mental methods. What is lacking is Feng Yun, a genius who is dedicated to martial arts. As a representative of Wenshu Temple's travels all over the world, it is also his responsibility to recruit talents for Wenshu Temple, so he threw an olive branch to Feng Yun.

Feng Yun's heart was still a little ups and downs when he left Baicaotang. At the age of fifteen, he was already past the age of practicing martial arts. This is a common understanding in the world. What he did not expect was that he had fallen into Mingkong's eyes.

Feng Yun was not so hungry and thirsty as a monk just for a mental method.

Although Feng Yun missed the "sweating and health preservation exercise" in the matter of Wang Yuanwai, he also solved a stubbornness in his heart. With Wang Yuanwai, he felt uneasy no matter what he did. He always felt a pair of strange eyes staring at him, and now it was a smooth solution.

But today I missed the internal strength and mental method, and when will it be the next time I encounter it?

After fighting with Mingkong, Feng Yun felt the strength of his internal strength personally. If Mingkong wanted his life, a Zen stick would be enough!

This is the gap!

And he claims to be the number one person in peace!

...

These days, Tan Duoxiang, the magistrate of Anning County, has eaten whatever he wants, and he can't sleep, and he feels very upset.

He waved his hand to greet the maid who was serving around him and said, "Go and invite Master Wu and Cao Yong over!"

"Yes!" The maid bowed and retreated. After a moment, Wu Duogong and Cao Yong came together.

"Sir, are you in trouble?" The two of them bowed and asked when they saw Tan Duoxiang looking frowning.

"In a few days, the mansion will send an inspector to come down. The matter of Heifeng Village will be the top priority. Do you two have any solutions?"

Heifeng Village is a hurdle for Tan Duoxiang’s tenure. After passing the success, he cannot pass the failure and the sand.
Chapter completed!