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"Just make noise!"

"will not leave!"

"What can you do with me?"

Three sentences.

God was chatted to death.

The monks were collectively stunned, all speechless.

This Nima doesn't play cards according to the routine at all!

Lin Yaozu was very satisfied with the other party's reaction, paused for a moment, then continued slowly!

"My reason for coming! It's very simple and clear. I want to play a group arena with the monk Erlong.

"His agent said that he cultivated his mind at the Qingquan Temple in Mount Wutai."

"So, don't use fairy tales to perfuse me."

"Let him out."

As soon as this remark came out, Monk Jingkong paused when he heard the words, and the words of refusal in his mouth were choked back.

Now, he wanted to say that he couldn't do without Qingquan Temple.

The road was blocked, and the words were cut off.

but.

Monk Jingkong still didn't give up, he took a deep breath and said "Seven One Three", his face was extremely serious, and he released his big move.

"Benefactor, if you continue to go your own way, then don't blame the poor monk..."

The corners of Lin Yaozu's mouth raised, and he interrupted the other party's words dismissively.

"What? Do you want to be beaten in the ring too?"

Monk Jingkong shook his head and continued:

"No! What the poor monk wants to say is, then don't blame the poor monk for calling the police."

Lin Yaozu's expression froze upon hearing this.

Good guy!

This sudden show almost hit Lao Tzu's waist.

It's been brewing for a long time.

As a result, that's it?

but.

Wanting to threaten him with this is simply wishful thinking.

"Call the police? Okay! When the police come, they can only take away the person who is in charge of shouting.

"After all, he has something to do with being loud in public"

"As for the others!"

"Do you think it's illegal?"

"Big deal, when the police leave, I'll change to another person to continue shouting." "Anyway, I have thirty people here!"

After listening to this speech.

Monk Jingkong also had a helpless face, and felt that his head was a lot bigger.

In the present form, it is appropriate that cultural people meet local hooligans and play rogues.

There is no solution at all.

What's more, even if these people are taken away, they will be released in a few days.

The most important thing is that Monk Jingkong feels that he has the nature of the other party.

If the goal is not achieved, it is likely to shift the target, Shangqingquanjia.

If this is the case, it will definitely disturb the chickens and dogs in the temple, and the purity of Buddhism will no longer exist.

For a moment, the difficulty of the problem made him feel a little numb, not knowing what to do.

And at this time.

Lin Yaozu suddenly spoke.

"But! I am an upright and authentic inheritor of Chinese martial arts, and I am not an unreasonable person.

"How about this!"

"Take a step back."

"It's easy for me to leave."

"You guys come out, go to the ring, beat me, and you will leave naturally, and you won't continue to entangle.

Hearing this proposal, Jing Kong and Pu were a little moved.

Not good, when he saw the crowds of onlookers and the cameras, he hesitated again.

"Benefactor, this... this is not appropriate!"

"What is appropriate? You only have two choices, either, go out to the ring to defeat me, or hand over the monk Erlong.

...The poor monk can't make a decision, so he needs to go back and ask the abbot for instructions. "

After speaking, Monk Jingkong hurried away with the rest of the monks.

Lin Yaozu lay confidently on the rocking chair, waved and ordered:

"Come on! Keep playing, keep shouting!"

"Let me do the little work."

Give an order, and the strong man with the loudspeaker immediately continued to shout demonically.

"Erlong, Erlong, Erlong, come out! Come out if you have the guts!"

Monk Jingkong, who had just walked to the gate of the temple, heard it, his face darkened, and he walked faster.

More and more melon-eating people around, watching from a distance, some even took out their mobile phones and took videos.

at the same time.

Barrages were also flying in the live broadcast room.

: "666, besides 6, I can't think of any other words to describe it."

: "Shameless villain Lin Yaozu VS a group of monks, Lin Yaozu wins!"

: "Sensationalism is simply incomprehensible."

: "Brothers, I found out that this temple is Qingquan Temple, located in Mount Wutai."

: "Hey, I'll go! Wutai Mountain Qingquan Temple? Why are you so familiar?"

: "Remember, the agent once said in the article that the martial monk Erlong cultivated his mind at Qingquan Temple in Mount Wutai."

: "Good guy! This is blocked at the gate of the mountain, this guy is really going to challenge.

: "It's outrageous, this kind of thing can be done, isn't this a pure shit-stirring stick!"

:

Qingquan Temple, the center of Yindian

Monk Jingkong led the people and hurried in.

"Abbot, something is wrong, we have encountered a group of hooligans.

The old monk frowned and answered slowly.

"Rogue and scoundrel? Then call the police!"

Monk Jingkong said with a dark face, what Lin Yaozu just said.

Then.

The indifference on the old monk's face could not hold back anymore.

Where did this damn talent come from?

With more than 70 years of life experience, he has never encountered such a strange thing.

"Abbot, what should I do now?"

"Jing Kong, you take the best martial monk, knock him out of the ring, and let him keep his promise and leave.

"Ah! But...but there are so many people, isn't it good?"

"Jing Kong, Buddha, also has Vajra's angry eyes, go!"

After getting the answer, Monk Jingkong couldn't help showing a few traces of joy on his face.

After all, Lin Yaozu's words and demeanor had annoyed him a long time ago.

Now, having the opportunity to teach this scoundrel a lesson, I am naturally delighted.

"Jingcheng, just in case, take the Arhat stick from the warehouse, no one will give it, and bring them all."

"Yes! Brother Jing Kong."

After a while.

A group of monks, each holding an arhat stick, walked out aggressively.

at the same time.

Qingquan Temple, outside the wing.

The manager of the monk Erlong was walking in hastily with a dark face.

Before Lin Yaozu and others made such a noise, he couldn't help but check 5.8.

Then.

When he heard the devil shouting, he was so angry that he almost rushed up and beat the strong man with the loudspeaker.

But the remaining reason still prevented him from seeking his own death.

After all, the group of people outside came to find fault.

Not just a few, but dozens of them.

Those people are all dressed in uniform, and as long as they have a brain, they all know that they are in the same group.

Clearly, brokers are not stupid.

He knew that rushing forward without thinking was just giving away the head for nothing.

Maybe, they will be pressed and rubbed on the ground.

After some consideration, the agent finally decided to report back.

"Erlong, Erlong, something is wrong!"

Inside the wing.

The monk Erlong heard the fuss, opened his eyes helplessly, and asked:

"Brother Qiu, what's the matter?"