Chapter 442

Long time no see? The monk thought about the fat man's words: "why does he say that? Have you heard of it before? " "What does that mean, benefactor?" he asked

The fat man laughed, did not answer, and continued to ask: "master, how do you call me?"

The monk stood on his chest with one palm and said devoutly, "Amitabha, the name is just a code name of a person. Just like this smelly skin bag, if the benefactor wants to call the monk, Sanchi is."

"Three idiots?" Fat man playing with taste: "dare to ask is that three crazy?"

"Monks have three commandments: wealth, sex and gambling. Suffering, difficulty and enlightenment are three kinds of follies." Sanchi's peaceful way.

Fat man immediately revered, said: "master is really our learning model, but it seems that master said three commandments and three Chi is not you?"

"Yes? Don't you trust monks, benefactor Three crazy suddenly feel in front of this black fat man seems not so silly, that pair of mung bean small eyes look very energetic.

The fat man clenched his fist under the table and said coldly: "master, if I guess correctly, although your three commandments are for money, sex and gambling, they are not your commandments, but to persuade others to abstain. Suffering, difficulty and enlightenment are not your own, but hope others are? But it doesn't matter. If the master can help me, I will repay him well. "

"Hiss!" The monk took a cold breath and said, "benefactor, I found that you and I don't seem to have any fate. It's better to be separated." Three Chi finish saying to get up to want to go, fat how can let him leave, stretch out a hand to fasten his wrist.

"Yes?" The monk's eyes twinkled with cold light. He sank into the elixir field and carried it to his arm. In an instant, his wrist was as thick as an ordinary person's calf.

He thought that he could easily get rid of the fat man's hand, but the fat man held it firmly and didn't get away from him at all.

"Master, where are you going? I still have a lot to say. Why don't you and I find a quiet place to have a good chat. " The fat man's eyes were cold and his hands were blue.

Three Chi corners of the mouth suddenly a draw, "good, monk with benefactor's wish."

The fat man took out a hundred pieces from his pocket and put them on the table. He took the monk away from the small noodle shop.

A few years ago, when the fat man, Duan Hong and several other friends were only 11 or 12 years old, they took advantage of the lucky money given by their family to go to the city to play. The fat man's family was the richest, with a hundred yuan bill on his body. Several friends were in a toy stand on the street, ready to buy some toys.

Just when the fat man was ready to pay, suddenly a gust of wind came. He didn't hold it firmly. The hundred dollar bill fluttered with the wind. Several little friends rushed after him and watched the bill fly into a crowd of onlookers.

The little fellow got into it and saw that the bill was lying quietly in a broken bowl.

When the fat man saw his money, he reached for it. As soon as his hand reached the bowl, he was immediately caught by a big hand like a pair of pliers. He cried out in pain. Then he found a big monk sitting in front of the bowl.

The monk was so angry that he came up and said, "why does the fat man want to take the money he got from becoming a monk?"?

The fat man's hand was very painful, and he was anxious. Wow, he cried out. The money was originally his, but he didn't grasp it. It was blown into the monk's bowl by the wind.

The onlookers also pointed out that the fat man was not authentic, the broken child of the family, and so on. Duan Hong was also in the middle, and quickly explained that the money belonged to the fat man. It was blown into the monk's bowl by the wind, not given to the monk.

It's just a child's words. How can people believe it? The monk's big hand is constantly exerting, and the fat man's hand appears congestion.

Duan Hong and some other young friends rushed forward to break the monk's hand, but the monk was in his prime, how could their children break it?

The crowd of onlookers also fell to the monk, and some even wanted to push the children away. At this time, the local ruffian fan Tong of Jiefang South Street came with a group of people, and happened to see this scene.

Fan Tong hates adults bullying children. When he comes with people, the crowd immediately disperses, afraid of provoking the evil star.

After listening to Duan Hongjiang in detail, fan Tong knew that the child would not lie. In addition, the fat man's wrist had been caught with congestion and blackening, so he immediately asked the monk to let go.

When the monk saw that they were coming, he slowly released his hand and didn't pay back the money. Just as fan Tong was preparing to fight with the monk, an old pickled Taoist came to him and easily resolved the scene. At the same time, he gave the money to the fat man.

Many years have passed, but the fat man imprinted the monk's face in his mind and vowed to avenge the injustice one day.

Feng Shui turns around in turn. I didn't expect that I really met him. The monk's face is a little older, but the fat man's physique has changed dramatically. It's not what it used to be.

The back door of Nancheng district is a vast field full of weeds. It is said that the developer has bought some of the land to prepare for the second phase project of Nancheng District, but it is still very desolate now.

The fat man grabbed the monk's wrist and came here. He would not let go all the way for fear that the monk would run away.

Sanchi also found something wrong with the fat man. He cheated all day long and knew a lot about human nature. As soon as he inhaled and turned his hand, he broke free from the fat man's hand“ Almsgiver, I don't think you have something to ask the monk, but you want to find the monk's trouble. Hum, the monk has been born for many years and has given countless people, but has never suffered any loss. If the almsgiver pays a few thousand yuan, the monk will be done with it. Otherwise - "the monk steps back, raises his foot and steps heavily on the ground. The monk cloth shoes made a deep footprint on the ground. Fat cold Sen a smile, fist clench of the grid straight ring, way: "bald ass, waste his mother what words, start!"“ Hoo Fat man a lunge forward, long clenched the right blow out. Although he was fat, his agility was not low. Sanchi saw that he was extremely fast and had a strong fist. He knew that he had met a hard stubble, but he didn't mean to dodge at all. He put his palms on his chest, looked at his nose, looked at his heart, and said Amitabha“ "Pop!" The fat man hit the monk's right chest like a thunderbolt. He felt that the monk's chest was as hard as granite. Instead, he took a few steps back. The monk just shook his body a little“ The great monk's hard Qigong is really good. Lao Tzu has a lot of power with a fist. It seems that he should be a master level master. It's interesting. " The fat man rubbed his slightly numb fist and rushed up again. Fat man's left and right fists crisscrossed wildly, one after another, making people unable to see clearly, only seeing a series of shadow. It rained on the monk. The powerful attack like a bulldozer pushed the monk's body out for dozens of steps, hit the hard body and made a thumping sound. Sanchi's face was slightly surprised. I didn't expect that the little fat man had such strength. He practiced hard Qigong of iron cloth shirt when he was young. He became famous in his early years and was invulnerable. Ordinary people beat him like tickling. But the fat man's iron fist made him feel numb every time. It was like cutting an iceberg with a sharp knife and taking away some ice crumbs every time“ The body of this bald donkey is also very strong The fat man's heart was in a state of shock. The fist he had just smashed on the other side seemed to bombard steel“ It's hard to hurt him All of a sudden, after a blow, the fat man bent to the limit with his big bow, even his back trembled, and the fat all over his body swayed. Shaking his hand, his left fist burst out. Collapse! The final blow of the gun fell heavily on the monk's chest. Strong thrust, so that three Chi can no longer be stable, back a few steps, that pair of hands together finally released, he took a deep breath, triangular eyes emit cold light, "benefactor, your gun fist is good! Next, let you see the real boxing