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"Boom"

A wonderful voice appeared.

It was the sound of a stick hitting a bald head.

But Monk Jingkong didn't feel severe pain.

Say it hurts or not, but it feels great.

It was like being slapped on the bald head unexpectedly.

Could it be that the other party showed mercy?

However.

This thought was ruthlessly shattered just for a second.

"Boom~"

The moment Monk Jingkong was distracted, someone hit the bald head again with a stick.

After knocking, he played with the stick flower handsomely, and reminded him jokingly.

"Little monk, don't be distracted!"

"What do you think of my little staff skills?"

this moment.

Monk Jingkong saw the smug smile on someone's face and the playful look in his eyes.

The whole person wakes up instantly.

Show mercy?

No!

The other party is not showing mercy at all.

Instead, it is deliberately humiliating.

in short.

The bald thing.

Not very harmful, but highly insulting.

After all, it's not good to hit the monk's bald head.

Hitting it once can be said to be a misunderstanding.

But a set of two combos is 100% intentional.

The Buddha also has fire, and also has the angry eyes of the Vajra.

In an instant, Monk Jingkong had a new understanding of this sentence.

Without further ado, he picked up the arhat stick and started to attack using the stick method passed down in the temple.

pity.

Sometimes anger does not increase combat effectiveness.

Even though Monk Jingkong tried his best, in Lin Yaozu's eyes, there were still many flaws.

in the next few minutes.

On average, the bald head is struck 10 times per minute.

Close to every 6 seconds.

That is.

No matter how Jingkong attacks or defends, someone will penetrate the neutral position within 6 seconds and complete a bald head strike.

"Boom boom boom..."

This percussion sound is extremely rhythmic, and the average time difference is almost the same.

A series of sounds are connected together, giving people the feeling of an old monk knocking on a wooden fish, the magic of Tianfen.

It is as good as the loudspeaker just now.

Of course, this is not the most hateful thing.

The most hateful thing is that Lin Yaozu kept saying various evaluations during the tapping process.

"The flower shelf is not bad! It's a pity that it's still not good.". "

"You just used this trick."

"Hahaha.....This trick has even bigger flaws. It's like sending your head over and knocking on me to satisfy your wish."

"Little monk, you can't do this, please work harder!"

This scene of the bald-headed combo stunned the melon-eaters who were watching, and they couldn't help themselves.

The netizens in the live broadcast room were even more dazzled and sent barrage.

: "It is too fake to say that this is not a movie."

: "It's too miserable! It's so miserable!"

: "This stick is so slippery, is it possessed by a monkey?"

: "Ahem........ I suspect that even if you give a monkey a stick, you won't be able to beat him.

: "Monkey: Nima, listen to me, thank you."

: "It's amazing, it's like the stick king is alive."

: "Which movie scene is this?"

In the arena.

Monk Jingkong got more and more angry, and the more he hit the head, his eyes began to turn red.

The arhat stick in his hand was waving vigorously, and there was a faint whistling of the stick wind.

Unfortunately, no matter what, there is nothing Lin Yaozu can do.

On the contrary, the frequency of being beaten bald due to anger has more flaws.

the other side.

Lin Yaozu was a little tired of knocking, and he was a little too showy with the technique.

As a result, the strength of waving and tapping on the hands gradually increased, and became heavier and heavier.

"Boom boom boom..."

The sound is getting louder.

Monk Jingkong's eyes were bloodshot, he danced his stick crazily, staring at his opponent, determined to hit him.

At this moment, he is in a state of being possessed, as if he is a gambler who has taken everything.

one time!

Be sure to hit it!

There was only one thought left in Jingkong's mind.

Lin Yaozu also understood his state.

With the current situation, as long as he is hit once, the demon barrier of the little monk opposite will naturally dissipate.

But why sacrifice yourself to be beaten to solve problems for others?

Lin Yaozu didn't want to, didn't want to, and didn't like it.

For this kind of thing, his solution is also very simple and rude.

Are you not enchanted?

Are you not a demon?

Then I will forcefully smash your thoughts to pieces.

I think so much because I haven't been beaten enough or poisoned enough.

So, I, Lin Yaozu, will give you a severe beating.

"Boom boom boom..."

As the percussion force increases, the sound becomes clearer and crisper.

After a while.

Monk Jingkong's head was full of bulges, all distracting thoughts were knocked out, and the pain overcame everything.

He stopped attacking, stood where he was, and saluted with grinning teeth.

"..." The poor monk just felt angry, thank you benefactor for waking him up. "

Lin Yaozu played with the stick twice, tilted his head, and gestured downward.

"No thanks, anyway, you cook very well, and it doesn't take much effort."

"Okay, since that's the case, let's go to the next one!"

Monk Jing Kong replied respectfully: "No need, the poor monk is the monk in the monastery.

"The rest were taught by poor monks, so they cannot be opponents of the benefactor."

Lin Yaozu raised his eyebrows, and his tone was a little impatient.

"Okay! Stop talking nonsense, it's a waste of time.

"Since you lost, then you are willing to bet and admit defeat!"

"Help the monk Erlong out."

"By the way, this stick will be my trophy from now on.

Monk Jingkong clasped his hands together, bowed, and said nothing.

After getting off the ring, he led a group of monks to the temple.

Inside Qingquan Temple, in the main hall.

The old monk and the monk Erlong are talking. (Zhao's)

"Jing Kong has already taken people there, and it will be resolved in a while."

"Abbot, I understand Master Jingkong's strength, but will this have a bad influence on you?"

"Don't worry, it's just a bunch of rogues, it won't affect us."

At this moment.

Monk Jingkong led a group of monks into the main hall.

While saluting, he complained full of shame.

"Abbot, the second son has a heavy responsibility."

The old monk was a little dizzy, he looked at it carefully, and asked with some doubts:

"Jing Kong, your head...why does it look different?"

"It feels so familiar!"

"Can not remember"

"But I always feel that you seem to be more Buddhist

Silent Monk: 17

Monk Two Dragons: "..."

The rest of the monks:

You call being beaten all over your head a fate of Buddha???.