I don’t know how strong the kick was, but I saw Huiyuan pause for a moment and then backwards in a fancy way. After falling to the ground, she was still wiping the ground and rolling back, and she stopped until the wall.

Many monks hurriedly called the abbot to run over to help.

"Mu!" Wang Lang roared.

Mutu came back to his senses and ran to Wang Lang with his head down. "Second Master, I'm sorry, I really didn't mean it. It's really the same person who played it very much. I really thought he killed my father, so I couldn't help but chase and beat him."

This sentence made the people around him smile bitterly, and I don’t know what Teacher Ge felt when he heard it, whether he should cry or laugh.

Wang Lang patted Mutou's shoulders, "Nothing big is going to happen."

Then he walked towards Huiyuan. Huiyuan was lifted up by a group of people and rushed towards the wing room. He brought hot water with hot water, towel with towel, medicine with medicine, and group of people surrounded the abbot and asked about his well-being.

Huiyuan coughed from time to time, waved her hand, and said weakly, "It's okay."

Mutou followed Wang Lang and went up to apologize, "I'm sorry."

"What's the use of sorry? You can just shoot a movie, why do you beat our abbot? We provide you with wing rooms and food, but we didn't let the pilgrims come to burn incense, just let you film. Do you do that? Do you know how much money we lost incense when you film a day?" A tall and thin monk grabbed the wooden collar.

"Your mom is a slap. All the houses in Zhulin Temple were built by me. The gilt on the Buddha statue was all done by me. Come on, tell me how much money you have lost incense. I will give it to you now!" Lei Huaer hugged the tall and thin neck, clamped the tall and thin under his armpit and shouted at the tall and thin ears.

The tall and thin man was about to struggle, but Lei Huaer gave him a few stomach hammers and lay on the ground and stopped talking. Lei Huaer pushed his sunglasses, "Mom, that's it! Why are so many monks like this now? Keep talking about the incense money! Xiang Nima Xiang!"

As he spoke, he kicked the tall and thin man a few more times.

"Mr. Lei, don't be angry. This child cares too much about me." Huiyuan held up and spoke to Lei Huaer.

Wang Lang took out his ears and walked straight towards Huiyuan. He grinned at Huiyuan and reached out to take Huiyuan's pulse in a pretentious manner.

After a while, Wang Lang talked seriously, "The qi and blood disorder are disordered, and it requires external luck to regulate it, otherwise it will happen if you hold it in for a long time."

"This is not a martial arts novel, who are you lying to?" a monk wearing glasses spoke next to him.

Wang Lang turned to look at Huiyuan, "Master, do you feel shortness of breath and chest tightness?"

Huiyuan nodded.

"Did you have a sternum pain at the beginning, and then your entire chest cavity hurt? Is it also painful now?" Wang Lang asked again.

"Does your head still have a little pain?" Wang Lang smiled.

Huiyuan nodded.

A group of monks next to him stared at each other and saw Huiyuan being kicked, but why did he start to feel uncomfortable in his head after one kick? This is simply unscientific.

Wang Lang grinned, "Everyone is out, I need to heal your abbot."

"How to heal the wound?" asked the monk wearing glasses, "I have called an ambulance and the doctor will arrive soon."

Huiyuan hurriedly raised her hand, "Don't call an ambulance, just let the donor king heal me. I believe the donor king."

"How is it?" asked the monk wearing glasses.

"I have read martial arts novels, so I found a bathtub and filled it with water. I took off my clothes and sat inside, and then, hehehe..." Wang Lang's slutty smile made Huiyuan cough violently.

Several monks also felt that Wang Lang was unreliable and frowned, "Donor, we have our own medicine, and you don't need to heal our donor."

"Your medicines are all external, but your abbot is injured. If you drag it for a while, someone will die. Do you want your abbot to pass away and inherit his legacy and become a abbot to make money?" Wang Lang said.

A group of monks were filled with righteous indignation, Huiyuan shook her hands, "Go out, I believe in the donor of the king."

"Go out." Huiyuan repeated, and a group of monks hesitated for a moment and then went out.

Wang Lang looked at Lei Huaer, "Huaer, you and Mu Tou are guarding at the door, don't let anyone come in."

Lei Huaer scratched her scalp, "I have to go out, brother, add me one for such a stimulating scene."

Wang Lang was speechless, "Go out."

After watching the door close, Wang Lang grinned, "Master, stop pretending."

Huiyuan coughed violently, "I don't understand what the donor is saying."

Wang Lang pinched Huiyuan's chest softly. Huiyuan frowned and opened Wang Lang's hand. "Please respect yourself, donor."

Wang Lang crossed his legs, "Master, let's sit up and chat."

Huiyuan coughed violently, "Donor, do you want to listen to me and the donor chant scriptures?"

"I've checked you in the past two days, and I've figured out your background." Wang Lang suddenly grinned and said fraudulently.

Huiyuan's eyes narrowed, and then coughed, "The donor checked what I am doing. I have been a monk since I was a child. When I was young, I studied scriptures and debated scriptures in Shaolin. When I was young, I traveled around the world. When I knew the destiny of heaven, I lived in the Zhulin Temple, the ancient Buddha of Green Lanterns, and focused on the Buddha."

Wang Lang took out his ears and said, "Play, you can act well for me, the world owe you an Oscar."

Huiyuan coughed violently and didn't speak.

Wang Lang grinned, suddenly murderous intent was great, and punched Huiyuan's forehead, and was about to hit Huiyuan's head. Huiyuan twisted her body and dodged a punch. At the same time, she inserted her two fingers into Wang Lang's eyes and kicked Wang Lang under her.

He leaned back and avoided the fingers that were inserted. Wang Lang turned his body to the side again and avoided Huiyuan's feet.

Huiyuan squatted on the bed with a carp, lowered her voice and said, "What the hell are you going to do?"

Wang Lang grinned, "I just want to ask Master Gui Geng this year?"

"I am nearly seventy years old."

"You're seventy soon, right? You said that Zhulin Temple, which is fifty, and you said that you have only been here for seven years. You are bullying me and never going to school, right?" Wang Lang smiled playfully.

"So what do you want?" Huiyuan asked again, pressing her voice.

Wang Lang sat at the table, "What happened here more than ten years ago? Where did those people in the mountain behind him go in the end? What did that foreigner come here to do?"

Huiyuan looked at Wang Lang with a confused look on her face and shouted in a deep voice, "I don't know what you are talking about!"

Wang Lang took out his ears, "Do you have to do it?"

Huiyuan stared at Wang Lang, "More than ten years ago, there was indeed a group of people here, but they were not from Zhulin Temple. They all went up from the bottom of that mountain. There were too many people at that time. I didn't see what people looked like, nor did I see the messy foreigners you said. Those people left after staying for a few months."

"And there, let's continue."
Chapter completed!