C418 A Hidden Peerless Master
C418 A Hidden Peerless Master
Just when he was about to say something, he was stopped by a wave of the old man's hand.
At the same time, Wu Shangwen was secretly shocked in his heart, wasn't this the most despicable monk that swept the floor? At that time, he felt this person was strange, but he couldn't tell where.
If this monk had really been a hidden master, then the one who had helped the temple to survive today would be him.
"Sir, gold, silver, silver, and silk are just worldly possessions. Why do you have to think so highly of them? Furthermore, the outcome has yet to be decided between us. There is no need to be so anxious. "
While he was talking, he was sweeping the floor. He was very focused, and the surroundings seemed to have become very quiet.
The pupils of Wu Mu on the well shrank to a single point. This old monk looked ordinary, but he actually dared to ignore him like this.
"You mean, you're going to play this last game?"
Wu Mu asked in a deep voice. At this moment, he also felt that this old monk wasn't as simple as he looked.
As he swept the floor with his gaze, he said, "That's right, I am a member of a sect. I am also from a monastery, so naturally, I share the temple's honor and disgrace."
"Big brother, let me teach this old fellow a lesson."
At this time, a burly man with a pair of gloomy eyes stood up from beside Wu Mu on the well. Wu Mu shook his head and took out his saber from his waist with a clang. He swung it at the monk sweeping the ground. The saber drew a snow-white trail in the air as if it was going to tear open the space here.
The reason why Wu Mu didn't let the lackey behind him take action was because he felt that this monk was too incomprehensible. He was a prudent and calm person and didn't want to capsize in the sewers.
Therefore, he had used 80% of his strength in this cut. Even so, if it were Fang Dang then it would have been difficult for him to withstand it.
In the blink of an eye, the blade was already on the neck of the monk sweeping the floor. In the blink of an eye, the knife was already on the neck of the monk sweeping the floor.
Shouts and exclamations broke out from the audience. Most people thought that the monk's head was about to hit the ground in the next moment, and blood was going to splash out.
Wooden Dance saw that the long sword was about to cut towards the monk's neck, but the monk still acted as if nothing had happened. His heart became more suspicious and apprehensive, and he felt that the monk before him was even more terrifying and unfathomable.
At this moment, a sense of danger arose in his heart. It was a danger that he had never experienced before. He even wanted to retract the blade.
But reality told him that it was already too late. When his blade was less than three fingers away from the monk sweeping the ground, the other party's figure underwent a strange change. He slipped past.
At the same time, a sharp pain came from Wu Mu's abdomen. It was as if some blunt instrument had struck his internal organs. The intense pain spread throughout his body rapidly.
Clang!
The long sword in Wu Mu's hand fell to the ground. He held his stomach and bent down in pain. Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead. The bone-piercing pain made him tremble slightly.
As for the monk sweeping the floor, he was still earnestly sweeping the floor with the broom, as if nothing had happened just now.
Everyone present was incomparably shocked. Their eyes were as wide as bells, showing their astonishment and confusion in a single glance.
No one had seen how the monk sweeper had done it, and many people at the scene thought that something had happened to the body on the well.
Of course, the experts were aware of this. Like the three brothers, they only saw Yu Yu's body slightly move before Wu Mu's saber dropped to the ground. He held his stomach and bent down in pain.
However, they didn't see how the words had come out. The three of them looked at each other and saw the shock in each other's eyes.
Only now did they realize that there had always been a peerless expert hiding by their side.
If it wasn't for the fact that life and death were at stake in this temple, who knows how long this nonsense would have been hidden.
"Haha, you've already lost to Wu Mu on the well. Leave Qian Xiu to repair the temple and take your men and leave quickly."
He stood up and pointed at the well that had been lifted up.
The muscles on Wu Mu's face twitched. He did not care about the greed in his heart, and only looked at the stooped back of the man. At this moment, his eyes were filled with fear, and it was as if every nerve in his body could kill.
"Let's go."
Wu Mu brought his underlings and left in a sorry state. Of course, he had left behind all four suitcases of money before he left. Since he had already lost, he couldn't lose face.
After seeing Wu Mu leaving on the well, everyone jumped in joy. They looked at Wu Mu as if he was a god, and traces of fear could be seen in their eyes.
The disaster at Tian's temple was easily resolved by the mumbling of the monks sweeping the ground.
The abbot walked into the meditation room with the delusional and delusional, then closed the door. It was unknown as to what they were discussing inside.
As for Zhigu, she stayed behind and told the four of them that she was going to let them eat lunch before leaving.
As for the money, the abbot had already sent his caring disciples to collect it, preparing to use it to repair the temple.
Wu Shangwen was also very interested in that mysterious nonsense, so he agreed to be greedy and stayed to eat lunch before leaving.
When the latter's blade was about to cut off his head, the latter's body swiftly slid to the side, dodging the attack of the other party. At the same time, the handle of the broom in his hand had already fiercely pushed against the small belly of the well's wood dancing.
To be exact, he had only been defeated by the opponent using a broom. He didn't know if the latter had seen it clearly or not, but if he hadn't seen it clearly, then this person had really lost everything.
Wu Shangwen was passionately invited into another meditation room, accompanied by an angry look.
As soon as he entered the meditation room, he first introduced the two parties to each other.
"Benefactor, it is fortunate that you acted in time today. Otherwise, I would not have been able to preserve my life."
He gave a formal bow to Wu Liangwen, his eyes filled with gratitude.
"Disciple, bring out the tea leaves that I have collected and let your benefactor taste them."
He waved his hand towards the ring and said.
A ray of light flashed in Shi Mu's eyes as he spoke to Wu Liangwen.
"Almsgiver sure has a lucky mouth this time. My master doesn't even give Fang Pao any of his tea leaves."
With that, he turned around and walked out of the meditation room.
Wu Congwen thought that he didn't understand much about that nonsense, so he couldn't help but ask, "Maybe his master knows more about this person."
"I'm just helping out when I see injustice. Master, you don't have to be so polite. Just call me Resume."
Then, Wu Shangwen pretended as if nothing had happened and asked.
"Oh, that's right. That Master Yu Yu Mu is really amazing …
"He actually beat Wu Mu on the well, but I can see from your shocked expressions that you guys are also very surprised by this. Could it be that this Master Wu Yu doesn't usually train with you guys?"
Wu Shangwen asked curiously.
Appreciation creased her brows. The doubt in her eyes was the same as Wu Zewen, she still hadn't dispelled it even now.
"Not to mention you, even I am surprised. This is simply too surprising. Normally, this nonsense was like an ordinary monk sweeping the ground. Normally, one would not even be able to see what kind of cultivation technique he had cultivated. It was just sweeping the ground all day long. Today, it was actually able to display its godly prowess and help the temple overcome this calamity. Unfortunately, I didn't even see clearly how he made his move. I am ashamed! "
Hui Ku sighed and shook his head.
Wu Shangwen comforted, "Not only you, I don't think even Master Fang would be able to see it clearly. It's mainly because no one thought that Fangyu would win, so no one paid any attention to him. "
Only after hearing what Wu Shangwen said did his greedy expression lighten a bit.
"So what was the preposterous thing to do before leaving home?"
Wu Shangwen asked.
He shook his head and said, "I'm not too sure about that either. It's just that I heard that this person had an incredible background. However, we didn't expect him to be so powerful."
In that case, the abbot should know about the origin of the nonsense.
Just as Wu Shangwen was thinking this, the door of the meditation room opened. A red wooden tray was placed on top of which was an iron box. Needless to say, there were tea leaves inside.
Very quickly, he finished brewing the tea. The four people all poured a cup for him and then poured another cup for him before closing the door and walking out.
"Good tea!"
The old man took a sip and nodded his head in praise.
Wu Zewen also took a sip from his teacup. The fragrance of the tea lingered between his lips and lingered on for a long time, causing people to feel refreshed. It was as if they breathed in the fresh air in the valley after the rain.
"Indeed not bad. Master is indeed a person with elegant taste. Being able to drink such a good tea from you is also our fortune."
What Wu Shangwen said was the truth and he didn't deliberately exaggerate it. He had grown up and even drank quite a bit of tea with the old man before, but none of the tea leaves tasted good.
Upon hearing Wu Shangwen praise his tea leaves, Ming Zhi felt very proud of himself and said: "That's fine. When my benefactor leaves, you can take the rest with you. "Also, you seem to be quite interested in that nonsense. If you want to know more about that person, you have to find my senior brother. Only he has some knowledge about the past."