Wu Family Sword Spirit

Chapter 168 I'm here to repay the money
Even if this old woman can beat me to death with a stick, I still have to have the courage to fight. If I die, I will die. I am still a good man after 18 years. I gritted my teeth and advanced instead of retreating, and raised the corpse-laying technique in my hand. I used the ruler to pierce the old woman's chest. Yes, I used the corpse-laying ruler to block her dragon-headed stick. Instead, I directly attacked her vitals. Her dragon-headed stick hit my head. On top of that, my corpse-laying ruler will also pierce into his chest. Isn't it just desperate?
Even if I die, I will never make it easy for you.

My forehead felt hot, and I couldn't care less about whether I would die or not. Before I died, I had to bite off a piece of the enemy's flesh.

Just when the old woman's stick was about to hit my head, suddenly, a round thing made a "swish" sound and flew past my head, hitting the old woman directly.

A look of surprise flashed in the old woman's eyes, and the stick suddenly turned its head and hit the round thing.

The round thing was shining with golden light, but I couldn't see what it was because it was moving too fast.

However, the thing was hit with a stick by the old woman, and flew out with a loud "bang" sound.

At the same time, the old woman flew out a kick in mid-air and kicked me towards me. The big kick hit my hand holding the Corpse Ruler, and even the ruler was thrown away. They all flew out, hit the ground hard, and rolled several times before stopping.

Before I could get up, I felt someone walking towards me quickly. I thought it was an enemy, but when I looked up, I was shocked. This person turned out to be a monk, and I also knew him. , that shameless monk who spent all his time on food and accommodation, and even lent me 500 yuan and still hasn’t paid it back.

This monk once boasted to me that he was a disciple of Master Huijue, the abbot of Ziliang Mountain. What was his name?Yes, it seems his name is Shi Xin, he is this shameless guy.

Why did this kid suddenly appear here?

When I saw him, he was stunned. He was lying on the ground and didn't even get up, because he fell so hard that all the bones in his body seemed to fall apart.

The monk Shi Xin gave me a naughty smile, and held a round object in his hand, which was the alms bowl used by monks for alms. While he caressed the bowl, he said sadly: "Amitabha... Oops. ...You old benefactor is too harsh. This is the thing that the young monk uses to make alms. If you beat it to pieces, you have to pay me a new one..."

The old woman stood seven or eight meters away from us, narrowed her eyes, looked at Monk Shi Xin, and asked in a gloomy voice like a broken gong: "Who are you, monk? How dare you interfere?" Are you tired of living with my corpse spirit mother-in-law?"

The monk chuckled, and then said: "Amitabha...saving one life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. The old donor should be merciful. As a disciple of Buddhism, the young monk should be compassionate and save all living beings. How can he not save people at the sight of death?" ...Namo Amitabha, so good, so good..."

Immediately, the monk stretched out his hand and helped me up from the ground. I still looked confused and wondered: "Smelly monk, why are you here? Why don't you leave quickly? Are you going to die?"

The monk raised his brows and said in a low voice, "You bastard, you really don't know what's good and what's wrong. The little monk came to save you, but you still chased me away. It's really a dog biting Lu Dongbin. You don't know good people... No, no... Lu Dongbin is you The true god of Taoism, let me change it to a dog that bites Buddha Jigong and doesn’t know a good heart..."

I wiped it. How long had this shameless monk been arguing with me? I said seriously: "Monk Shixin, I am really not joking with you. Did you see that old woman? She is not joking." Yes, the murderous big devil, I advise you to be wise and leave quickly, or else stay here and die with me!"

The monk's face remained calm and his heart did not beat. He said in a low voice: "To be honest, I came to you this time not to fight, but to pay back money. Didn't I borrow 500 yuan from you a few months ago?" , I have never paid it back to you. Now the young monk has met a good family and donated a lot of money to the young monk. I am here to pay you back this time..."

I was depressed for a while, how long has this been, and we are still talking about not paying back the money, I am going to die, what is the use of the 500 yuan?
But what puzzled me was how the monk found this place, so I asked him this question.

The monk smiled sheepishly, touched his forehead and said: "Tonight, I saw you in Tiannan City. You were so sneaky that you didn't seem to be doing anything good, so I followed you here secretly... …”

"You...are you saying that you were always nearby watching me being beaten like this bear?" I was really curious and funny.

The monk chuckled, quickly changed the subject, and said, "We'll talk about this later, don't mention it for now..."

The old woman not far away had long been impatient. She looked at the monk and said angrily: "You two guys are having a very lively chat. You really don't take my old woman seriously. I don't care which mountain you are from." Monk, if you understand today, get out of here, otherwise, you will die with this kid!"

The monk's shameless appearance was revealed again. He held the bowl in one hand and pointed the other hand at the old woman. He shouted sternly: "Hey! You are so brave. Do you know who the young monk is? Isn't that true?" You can kill if you want?"

The old woman was stunned. She was really frightened by the monk, and asked in a deep voice: "Who are you? Why don't you tell me..."

The monk curled up his big mouth and said immediately: "The young monk wants to tell you, which scares your courage. The young monk is Shi Xin, a disciple of Master Huijue, the current abbot of Ziliang Mountain. If you dare to touch a hair on my head, you will My master, Zen Master Huijue, will not let you go if you are an enemy of the thousands of monks who number up and down the Purple Liang Mountain. I advise you to leave this place as soon as possible. The young monk will pretend that nothing has happened. Otherwise, I will not let you go. Invited my master out..."

The old woman was stunned, her expression changed several times, and she looked at the monk Shixin carefully. She seemed to be really frightened by him. Then she glanced around again, as if she was looking for someone. Maybe he was there. I looked for Zen Master Huijue, the master of monk Shi Xin. There could be no trace of Zen Master Huijue here. I knew that this monk was bragging again. He said ten sentences, but at most only one was credible.

(End of this chapter)