Although he was surprised by Jiang Liu's attainments in Luohan boxing, Jiang Liu had secretly learned martial arts after all. Master Fa Ming still gave him a small punishment and a big warning, saying that in the next few days, all the irrigation work in the farmland would be handed over to him.

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Jiang Liu had no objection to this punishment. He knew very well that Jinshan Temple was just a small temple with not many people, so it did not have so many rules. If it were other popular temples, the punishment would never be so easy.

As for the revenge of the bandits, naturally, after a brief discussion between Master Faming and Xuan Kong, he said that in the coming days, he should be prepared for the bandits' revenge.

As for Zhang Yuanwai at the bottom of the mountain? He is just an ordinary person. After dealing with these bandits, he will go down the mountain to ask for an explanation.

The things that should be reminded have been reminded, and there was nothing wrong, so Jiang Liu left.

However, when Jiang Liu walked out of the old Zen room, he was grabbed by senior brother Xuankong before he could take a few steps.

"Liu'er, tell me honestly, brother, have you really never practiced Arhat Boxing before?" Xuankong grabbed Jiang Liu and stared at him seriously and asked.

Jiang Liu didn't answer. He just looked at him and responded silently without saying a word.

"Oh, okay, you go and do your work." After staring at Jiang Liu for a while, Xuankong then waved his hand and said with a long sigh.

Xuankong also knew that his question was nonsense. Over the years, Jiang Liu had grown up in a temple. Did he secretly learn his Arhat Boxing? How could he not know?

What's more, when I secretly taught him Arhat Boxing that night, it was obvious that he had no basis in martial arts training at all.

It's just that he has been practicing Luohan Quan for ten years, but his achievements in these ten years are not as good as Jiang Liu's practice in just a few days. This fact makes it difficult for him to accept.

"Thank you to Senior Brother Xuankong for your kindness," Jiang Liu clasped his hands together and bowed to Xuankong and said.

Maybe this Arhat Fist won't mean anything to me in the future, but for now, this skill is still of great use to me.

Of course, what is even more important is Senior Brother Xuankong's love for him.

"Well, no matter what, it's a great joy for Liu'er that you have such a talent in martial arts. I'm not afraid that you will be bullied in the future." Seeing Jiang Liu bending down to salute and thank him seriously, Xuan

Senior Brother Kong felt much better in his heart. After supporting Jiang Liu with both hands, he turned around and left.

Watching Senior Brother Xuankong leave, he still looked a little lost. Jiang Liu could generally understand his thoughts.

He turned back to the kitchen and cooked the meal easily.

Under normal circumstances, Senior Brother Xuankong didn't talk much, so Xuan Wu and Xuan Ming at the dinner table didn't notice anything wrong with him.

After dinner, everyone left. After Jiang Liu put away the dishes and chopsticks, he also returned to his meditation room.

He took out a rag, sat quietly on his wooden bed, and wiped the slightly worn ebony stick in his hand meticulously.

Regarding the move to seek revenge at Zhang Yuan's wife's house at night, Jiang Liu's mood was a bit complicated, ranging from eagerness for revenge to uneasiness.

If possible, growing up in a modern society governed by the rule of law, he is not willing to use force to solve problems.

However, in the ancient wild world, villagers in a village can collude with bandits to seek wealth and death for the sake of profit. If they are still weak, they will only be bullied in the future.

It's okay to endure the calm for a while, but such situations are rare after all.

And more often than not, the situation is: bear to push the envelope even further!

After all, Buddhism, which has always advertised charity and benevolence, has its moments of anger, right?

Not feeling sleepy at all, Jiang Liu estimated that the time was almost up. He put the red sandalwood beads around his neck back on, held the ebony stick tightly, quietly opened the door of the Zen room, and went down the mountain.

The top of the mountain where Jinshan Temple is located is just a small hill. After a faint ray of moonlight, in just about half an hour, we have reached the foot of the mountain.

Under the moonlight, you can see a beautiful figure, already waiting for you, it is Gao Yang.

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At the foot of the mountain, Jinshan Village.

A small courtyard is where Zhang Yuanwai lives. Perhaps Zhang Yuanwai's house is the only one in the entire Jinshan Village that has such a house with a courtyard.

The courtyard gate faces south, and there are houses and guest rooms on the east and west sides, where guests and maids live. The main house facing north and south is where Zhang Yuanwai's family lives.

However, today, an uninvited guest came to Zhang Yuanwai's home. He was a young novice monk, who looked about fifteen or sixteen years old. He was wearing a crescent-white monk's robe, holding a demon-conquering pestle in his hand, and came with a calm expression.

Arriving at Zhang Yuan's house, he gently knocked on the courtyard door.

"Who is it? You didn't sleep in the middle of the night..." In the quiet wilderness, as the knock on the door rang, a male voice came to mind in the courtyard. In a moment, the courtyard door was opened, and a boy poked his head out.

"Donor, the young monk is a monk from the Daming Temple. He is here to attend the ceremony of offering incense at the Great Buddha Temple. I would like to stay for one night." The young monk clasped his hands together and spoke humbly and politely.

"Young monk, please wait for a while, I will report to the master of the house." Seeing that the monk seemed to be well-dressed, the young man nodded and retracted his head.

Soon, the courtyard door was opened again, and Zhang Yuanwai, casually throwing on some clothes, walked out.

After looking the monk up and down, he shook his head and said: "Little monk, it's not that I don't want you to stay overnight, it's just that I have women at home and it's really inconvenient. You'd better go somewhere else to look. By the way,

There is a Jinshan Temple on that mountain, you...".

However, before Zhang Yuanwai finished speaking, the young monk picked up a small stone from the corner of the wall.

With a slight exertion of his fingers, the small stone immediately turned into several fragments and rolled down: "Donor, I hope this is a convenience and you will be blessed in the future."

"Hiss..." Looking at the young monk's finger strength, Zhang Yuanwai took a breath and immediately changed his words: "Master, please come in quickly, I will have someone clean up the guest room for you right now."

"Then I'm sorry," he threw it away at any time. The young monk, still looking calm, modest and polite, stepped inside at the invitation of Zhang Yuanwai.

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The night is already deep.

Jiang Liu and Gao Yang walked hand in hand and entered Jinshan Village. Although Jiang Liu came through and never went down the mountain, he also knew that Zhang Yuan's family was the richest family in Jinshan Village.

There are only one hundred and eighty households in Jinshan Village. After searching for a while, I found the house with the best house. I guess it was Zhang Yuanwai's house.

He was just looking for trouble, so there was no reason to knock on the door. Gao Yang jumped up, jumped over the courtyard wall briskly, and then quietly opened the courtyard door. The two of them didn't talk quietly.

Sneaked into it.

Although there was a big dog in the yard, and it was awakened by the two men's actions, but before the big dog could bark, a cold light flashed across it.

Gao Yang's flying knife accurately penetrated the big dog's mouth and nailed it to death.

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