Chapter 23: A Leisurely Transformation of Vedic Avatar · III

Wuhua’s long-standing good temper finally broke down.

Xiao Hao was still addicted to the touch of this bald head. Hmm… round and smooth, refreshing and clean, it feels good.

[Ding! Your relationship with Wuhua Knight has reached enmity. ]

[Wuhua Knight has started a revenge killing against you. 5, 4, 3…]

[The countdown is interrupted, Wuhua Knight cancels the revenge killing. Wuhua's eyes widened ,

his face turned red and white, and finally he smiled a very cultured smile that seemed to be able to eat Xiao Hao alive: "Senior brother...what are you doing?"

Xiao Hao calmly withdrew his hand, and it seemed that there was nothing wrong with him. He looked like a good brother who cared about his junior brother. He said with satisfaction: "Junior brother has grown taller."

Then he compared his height to his own and said kindly: "You only came here during the retreat."

Wuhua couldn't figure out whether this man did it on purpose or unintentionally, but this didn't stop him from thinking of a hundred ways for this man to die. He calmly flicked his sleeves and shook off Xiao Hao's hand, secretly suppressing his anger, telling himself to endure it, and he would repay him a hundredfold in the future.

"Brother!"

Xiao Hao laughed, as if he was amused by him, and said: "Junior brother, you practice like an outsider every day, but you still look more lively like this."

Wuhua looked at him with a complicated expression, and retorted: "Isn't it the same for you, brother?"

Xiao Hao just smiled and said nothing, pretending to be unfathomable, and walked away silently.

He really didn't mean it, but the bald head really has a mysterious attraction, and you can't help but want to touch it when you see it. His behavior must have angered Wuhua, and he had to think of a way to appease him later. After all, they are fellow disciples, and he still wants to have a good relationship with this junior brother.

He has been obsessed with Buddhism for the past six months, and the progress of his mission has been extremely slow. Apart from the little results he brought when he just came out of retreat, he still needs to think carefully about how to become famous in the martial arts world in the future.

One of the great things about Gu Long's world is that you don't need to announce it to the world to make people come to you. As long as you do it, it will spread throughout the martial arts world. He is now the youngest Zen master in Southern Shaolin, but this is far from enough. The people in the martial arts world don't care about a monk who chants scriptures. They care more about martial arts and character.

Wuhua has mastered this point and used the psychology of the people in the martial arts world to the extreme, creating an image of a wonderful monk who is unattainable and has a high and noble appearance.

But Xiao Hao has his own plans. Wuhua is his entrance to the world of martial arts, and he needs someone who can help him spread his reputation.

So from now on, whether it is friendship or hostility, at least Wuhua is still very concerned about him... although this concern may not be a good thing.

At night, Xiao Hao returned to the Sutra Repository to meditate. During this period of time, he forgot to eat and sleep to study the classics. His diligence was comparable to the college entrance examination. He slept very little every day. Now that he has made some progress and finally came out of seclusion, he just wants to have a good rest and nourish his spirit. He

has lived in the Sutra Repository for most of the past six months, and now he has no interest in returning to the original Zen room, so he simply stays here, and can still pretend to be studious whenever he has time.

Long-term fatigue brought deep sleep. After Xiao Hao entered into a state of meditation, he actually had a dream.

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Chang Sunhong traveled thousands of miles from the desert to Shaolin, following the order of Shi Guanyin to kill a monk.

Shi Guanyin told her to follow Wuhua's arrangements in Shaolin, but also instructed her: first, induce the monk to break his precepts, teach him to be ruined and unworthy of being the heir of Shaolin, so that Wuhua can take advantage of the opportunity to gain power; if the temptation fails, then kill the monk directly; if his skills are not as good as the monk, then let him accidentally kill himself and break the precept of killing.

She had to listen to her master's words, but Wuhua seemed to be completely indifferent to her. Chang Sunhong thought about it and decided to do what her master said first, and make plans if it didn't work.

She came to the Sutra Library and saw a young monk sitting in the sea of ​​books. He was handsome and had a simple and solemn beauty.

In front of him was a half-read Sutra, but his eyes were closed. It seemed that the young monk was tired of the boring Sutra and fell asleep here.

However, even if he fell asleep, his back was straight. At first glance, Chang Sunhong thought he was just meditating.

Monks must abstain from killing, stealing, lying, drinking, and sex. The master said that if he broke the precepts, Shaolin would no longer tolerate him. This monk was pleasing to the eye. After she succeeded, she could ask the master to keep him by her side.

She had already discussed with Wuhua that Wuhua would bring all the brothers to Wuye to ask for advice in the early morning, under the pretext of solving a puzzle. Then, she would catch the monk entangled with her, and her goal would be achieved.

Changsunhong walked to Wuye with a sweet smile, leaned over and whispered in his ear: "Little monk!"

Wuye was unaware and stood still.

Oh, this stupid monk!

Changsunhong laughed, breathed sweetly on his neck, poked his shoulder with her finger, and continued: "Little monk!"

Xiao Hao in his dream was dreaming that he was at the gate of Jiansan Yangzhou City with a red-dressed Xiuxiu.

He was wearing the Xisui Xinfa Yijing suit, and he didn't want to embarrass this Xiuxiu. He just thought that as a monk, it was rare for him to meet a beautiful girl, so he might as well let her face him. He stood there without moving, hoping that Xiuxiu would make the first move. Unexpectedly, this Xiuxiu not only did not use the Emperor's Chariot to hold him, but instead rushed over and hugged him.

Such a good opportunity, no control or output? Is this Xiuxiu a novice? Why is she planting a flag if she doesn't want to fight?

And why is she rushing over him? This made Xiao Hao, who has been obsessed with converting to Buddhism recently, very panicked.

While shouting "Amitabha", he sat down on the ground and opened a golden body.

Well, since Xiuxiu didn't want to fight him, he didn't want to be hung on by Xiuxiu like this, so he might as well launch a counterattack and let Xiuxiu retreat.

That Xiuxiu obviously didn't have the Fanyin acupoint, and when she saw that he opened the golden body, she really got off him.

Xiao Hao was very pleased and continued to sit there without moving.

He saw that Xiuxiu was here to tease him, not to really mess with him.

Xiuxiu didn't take the initiative to hit him, and his Xi Sui Xin Fa's output was pitifully low, and he didn't have the heart to hit a girl, so he sat there obediently, waiting for Xiuxiu to give up.

...

Chang Sunhong tried everything he could, but this dead bald donkey just didn't move a hair, not even raising his eyelids. Chang Sunhong, who had always been very confident in his appearance and methods, was repeatedly frustrated and very unhappy.

When she heard the monk chanting, she thought he had woken up, but she didn't expect that he was chanting in his dreams, which was simply unreasonable!

For such an unromantic monk, she should just listen to her master and kill him!

However, just as she was about to make a move, she saw three disc-shaped golden lights around the monk, surrounding the monk. Before her short blade could pierce the monk's flesh, she was suddenly bounced away by the strange golden light.

Chang Sunhong had never seen such a scene before. Her silver knife slipped out of her hand, and her palm hurt. She simply swung a palm and pressed it towards the monk's chest, but she didn't expect that it was the rebound force that made her vomit blood. Chang Sunhong's palm seemed to hit herself, causing her to suffer serious internal injuries.

She looked at the monk with golden light in doubt and wondered: Is this little bald donkey some kind of demon? Is there really a living Buddha in this world?

In his dream, Xiao Hao saw that Miss Xiu was finally willing to hit him, and sighed silently.

His golden body buff is still there, but this Xiu Xiu doesn't even know how to check the buff, she is really a newbie among newbies. When Xiu Xiu attacked, his golden body rebounded 70% of the damage, and Xiao Hao, who was using the marrow cleansing method, didn't feel any pain or itching from the little blood he lost.

Xiao Hao thought Xiu Xiu would not come again after being wronged, but he did not expect that Xiu Xiu seemed to be irritated by him, and smashed his sword one by one. Xiao Hao had no choice but to use Wu Xiang to reduce the damage and restore blood.

Oh, I'd better not continue to bully her.

Xiao Hao thought about it and said to Xiu Xiu seriously: "Lady donor, I am a poor monk and a swordsman, not a lover!"

But he did not expect that after he said this, the red-dressed Xiu Xiu stomped her feet in anger. Her health bar was already half gone, and she did not dare to come up and use her ultimate move easily. She stood fifteen feet away, gritting her teeth at him, looking extremely hateful.

Xiao Hao was afraid that Xiu Xiu would get angry and rush over to smash his golden body CD, so he carefully maintained his seamless golden body. Xiu Xiu angrily scolded him a few words and ran away.

...

Chang Sunhong saw the disc light on the monk's body dissipate, and a golden swastika rose up again, circling around him, and she was shocked and scared.

Shaolin is an important place of Buddhism. Although her master called her a stone Guanyin, it was not the real Guanyin; this little monk was extremely evil, maybe he was really blessed by the Buddha. If she offended some immortal god because of this, I am afraid that even her master could not save her!

There were footsteps and the voices of young monks discussing Buddhism outside the door. Chang Sunhong made a prompt decision and scolded the monk Wuye several times before turning over and running away.

The door of the Sutra Library was pushed open. When the monks came in, they saw Wuye sitting in the Sutra Library with a golden swastika floating beside him.

He looked calm, as if he was in the Pure Land of Bliss, and as if he had just realized the exquisite Zen language, with a faint smile. In the curling green smoke, the gentle but not dazzling brilliance made people admire and yearn for it.

A solemn sound of bells and chimes came from afar, Wuye opened his eyes, and the swastika disappeared into thin air. The monks could not help but wonder if what they had just seen was just a collective dream.

Xiao Hao woke up refreshed, and the effect of the formless body on his body ended and disappeared, so he did not realize what he had done in his sleep. Seeing so many monks gathered in the Sutra Repository, he smiled and said, "My fellow brothers are so diligent. Are you having morning classes so early today?"

Wuhua noticed the short blade lying under the desk with his sharp eyes. He walked over calmly and said respectfully, "When my fellow brothers were studying the scriptures translated by me, they had some confusions and could not come to a conclusion. That's why Wuhua suggested coming to ask you for advice. Did I bother you?" When

Xiao Hao heard him say this, he gladly made room for him, "Of course not. My fellow brothers, you came at the right time."

Wuhua sat down cross-legged beside him.

As expected, Chang Sunhong failed. He had known for a long time that his mother's plan would not succeed. This time, Senior Brother Wuye not only did not lose his image, but he became famous. When today's incident is reported to the head monk, I wonder how happy the old monk will be.

Wuhua sneered in his heart. This man really wanted him to solve the problem himself.

He was about to explain the confusion of the monks, but suddenly he exclaimed, "Huh? Senior Brother, how come you have a silver knife here!"