"You damn thieves, hurry up and put the monk down! The monk is angry! Then you will be beaten into minced meat!" Before entering this place called Heifeng Village, someone yelled in anger;

Han Wen clenched his ears, and the man's voice was so loud: "Shen Yang! What's going on? Could it be that you are doing something kidnapping here?"

Shen Yang, the leader of the Black Wind Village, was the bald man who pretended to be the judge of the desert. Hearing this, he hurriedly replied: "Reply to the uncle! That bastard, somehow, got into our village, stole a whole sheep, and stole three jars of wine... and then he was hung up by us!"

"I stole something and stole the bandit's head. This person is quite interesting!" Han Wen smiled and said, "Get some food, our Tianying Gang will spend a few days with you. Of course, you won't let you take out the food for free. There are 300 taels of silver here, so you can do it! Don't have any bad intentions! Otherwise...

"Move your head!" Shen Yang gestured to his head, with a slutty smile on his face. Han Wen shook his head and stuffed the silver notes to him: "Clean up a few clean places and don't let us live in the 'pig nest'!"

"Yes! I understand!" Shen Yang looked around with the silver notes, afraid that it was a fake, and after confirming that it was a genuine product, he excitedly shouted at these bandits and did as Han said;

"You are so generous. Three hundred taels of silver bills are enough for us to stay in any good inn for a month!" The judge of the desert shook his head, stretched the wound on his waist and couldn't help but shy, and shy was breathing coldly;

Han Wen winked at the two tigresses, and they came forward to support them knowingly. Han Wen smiled and said, "No one hurts the tiger's heart, but the tiger hurts the other! I'm afraid that these little thieves will get hot for a moment! Being more alert! As for why they give them three hundred taels of silver bills... I just want to see how they choose!"

Testing is just a test. If these people are rich and are satisfied, they will be satisfied with these three hundred taels of silver bills. They will be happy when they serve them well. If these people are not satisfied, they will still be thinking about the money in the Sky Eagle Gang’s pocket...Rules of the robbers, kill!

"Little thief! Let the monk down quickly! Damn, why are there mosquitoes? Ouch! He is sucking monk's blood! Monk is angry! He is really angry!" The thunderous roar suddenly exploded, and Han Wen's head buzzed;

Shutong frowned: "What's going on with this person? If he was asked to shout like this, would we still have to rest? Let's take a look!"

The ragged yellow monk's clothes were soaked with greasy greasy, and a string of Buddhist beads appeared strange red, each of which was the size of a thumb, carved with hideous ghost faces, bald heads, big eyes, thick eyebrows, and broad mouths... It is hard to imagine that a monk would have such an image;

"Hey! Monk! Can you make a little less sound? It disturbs us to rest!" The bald man probably felt close when he touched the bald man, so he stepped forward and said;

The monk picked his eyes. He was hung on a large wooden shelf, his hands were tied and hung, and there was empty and nowhere to leverage his power. He roared when he heard this: "If you were hung up, how could you not shout? You! Bald! Put down the monk quickly! Otherwise... I want you to look good!"

"Damn it!" Han Wen cursed secretly, turned his eyes and put his hands together: "Amitabha! Master! This is your wrong! You have violated the precept of anger and vulgar precepts. I heard from the people in Heifeng Village that you have also committed the crime of stealing! The Buddha said...

"Your Madam! Tell me that you are useless to tell the monk! Isn't the little guy teaching you a lesson? Put the monk down and the monk will teach you a lesson!" The monk screamed, his mouth was very vicious!

"If you want toast, you will be punished! In order to make this master wake up and understand the principles of my Buddha's compassion, I decided to... bring a few basins of water! Take a bath for him! The weather in the northwest is so good! It was sunny at noon, but now it is sunset and dusk. Master! When I see you again tomorrow morning, I hope you will not be frozen into popsicles!", Korean slow threat;

"Damn it, I know that there is no good thing! A little white face! Monk... No, no, no, no, Monk is convinced! OK?" Seeing that several basins of water were brought over, the monk could only shut up;

Shen Yang ran over and said, "Brother! The young man has prepared his residence and has prepared some wine and meat..."

"You scathing guy! Didn't the monk just eat something? You hang up the monk! Why did you rush to flatter them when they come? Do you believe the monk slap you to death?" The monk was furious, his eyebrows were raised, and he looked like he was angry with his eyes;

Shen Yang said contemptly: "Who do you think you are? It's good to steal something and not break your legs! Do you know who these people are?"

"Okay! Let's go!" The judge of Damo interrupted Shen Yang and left first. Han Wen stayed with a smile. He was a little interested in this monk now. With such a loud voice, could he have practiced the lion roar?

When the monk saw Han Wenhai staying, he shouted, "Little White! What do you want to do? The monk didn't offend you! You can't put down the wrong person! I knew that Little White was the worst, and she was full of bad water! Especially those who have read books!"

Han Wen casually fiddled with the water in the wooden barrel next to him with his hands and smiled: "I'm glad you said that, Master! Actually, I am a person who has read books! Haha! I am merciful! Tell me, how do you want to die?"

"Wow, ah...", the monk screamed, and Han Wen laughed non-stop below: "Master! Ask you a few things! First, it is your name or your magic number. Secondly, where are you from, and then, tell me, your martial arts skills should be good, right? Why don't you come down by yourself?"

"Hmph! Monk...Don't! I'll say!" As Han picked up the bucket, the monk suddenly became timid: "Monk's Dharma name is Xuanye! The ancestor of Shaolin Temple in Songshan is also the uncle! Those who know the appearance quickly let the monk down!"

It is rumored that Shaolin Temple has 70 characters, and not many people can use the mysterious character to become a Dharma name. It seems that the identity of this great monk is really not low! Korean eyes turned: "I heard that the masters of Shaolin Temple are all respected people, who are cultivated in mind and meditation, and are quiet and wise!

You claim to be the ancestor of Shaolin Temple, but you are too young? Besides, you don’t look like a master at first glance. Instead, you are like those evil bad guys who pretend to be Shaolin Temple, destroying the reputation of Shaolin Temple, or... "

"You know, that's the truth! The monk was the previous generation of Shaolin abbots to recruit disciples! The abbots of this generation also called me uncle when they saw me! Humph! Don't look at me, we are a martial arts genius who has never met in a thousand years, and they are invincible in the world!" Xuanye said carelessly, despising Mr. Han very much;

"Tsk tsk! Master of Shaolin Sect! Since you are so powerful, why are you still in the hands of a few little thieves? Yoyo! You are still hanging up, you are invincible? No, you are invincible! Believe it or not, I have more than a dozen ways to make you die in pain?" Han Wen raised his eyebrows: "Don't talk about those useless people! Who can't brag?"

Monk Xuanye was so angry that he couldn't stand the white-bearded abbot's nephew who was long-winded and wanted to go out for a walk! His reputation was ruined here for a lifetime. Not only was he hung up by a few thieves, but he met a little white-faced person now;

The binding method of these little thieves is still very professional, which makes Monk Xuanye unable to borrow power, otherwise he would have escaped long ago, so why bother yelling here? He sighed: "The tiger falls into the sun and is bullied by a dog, and the hairless phoenix is ​​not as good as a chicken!"

"Hahaha!", Han Wen laughed: "Where did you come from so many sighs, master! You should be clean and have few desires, and you should abide by the rules and regulations. I heard that Shaolin Temple punishes monks who violate the precepts are burned with fire! Do I want me to help them teach you a lesson?"

"Wuwuwuwu..." Well, Han Wen was stunned. A big monk actually cried, and the inner cow cried with a full face?

"Isn't it just stealing something to eat? As for burning it with fire? Shaolin Temple eats vegetables and tofu every day, and I've lost weight by starving... Woo woo! I hate you with a little face! I curse you not to raise it, Longyang..."

"I'll go! Your uncle! I'm going to give you some color today!" Han Wen was furious and poured a bucket of water on it. The temperature difference between the northwest night was too big. As the night was at night, the cold wind blew. The monk put his teeth on his teeth and said tremblingly: "What do you want to do, a little face? The monk is convinced, will he be?"

"We don't want anything. Do you want to make the name of Shaolin Temple clear! Things like you that are corrupt and rules should be eliminated! Do you think so?", Han Wen was unmoved;

Master Xuanye was crying and tears: "Little man! I have nothing on me, just a string of Buddhist beads. This is the treasure of Shaolin Temple. It is the relics left by the cremation of the respected monks of all ages. I can't give them to you! ··How about? Let me teach you a few kung fu?"

This is what I was waiting for. Han Wen was happy and calm on his face: "Tell me a few kung fu? Are you so embarrassed? You are the only one who was hung up by a few little thieves?"

"Come here! Look at me, there is no scar at all, right? I have nothing to do if they hit me like that! This is the skill of the Golden Bell Cover!" Xuanye said; Han Wen walked over with suspicion, lifted his monk's robe and saw that it was true;

"You're fooled!" Xuanye smiled, and his toes hit Han Wen's shoulders, and suddenly rushed upwards. With the help of this little force, he actually jumped to the top of the wooden frame. His horse stance was very steady, and he didn't move at all on the swaying wooden frame;

His eyes closed slightly, and the monk's robe moved with the wind, "Bo!", and a loud shout, the hemp rope tied to his thumbs and broke in response. Monk Xuanye said in awe: "You little face! Look, I won't deal with you!"

Han Wen was stunned, then pointed at the wooden frame with a smile. In Xuanye's terrified gaze, the wooden frame collapsed with a bang, leaving only his screams;

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