Uncle Hui was afraid that people wouldn't understand, so he still used the standard Beijing accent. The master over there was already responding: "Cheng Yi'er, come back, nothing will happen to you."
With Uncle Hui taking action, I believed that nothing would happen to me. He touched the tiger claws on my neck distressedly, and I hurried back. If Uncle Hui was responsible for delaying time, I would simply be here to cause trouble.
But while I was running back, my master's words almost made me fall down: "Old Man Hui, my apprentice even said you are a gangster! Save it, no matter how handsome you are, can you still find a wife?"
Uncle Hui, I'm sorry for you, I did say so. I silently prayed for Uncle Hui's forgiveness in my heart. At the same time, I ran out of the open space. It was safe here for the time being.
Until I ran behind Master, I didn't see any response from Uncle Hui. Could it be that this old man has changed his gender? I didn't have time to take a breath, so I couldn't wait to look towards the clearing.
At this time, I strangely discovered that standing outside the clearing, I could not see any black fog at all. There was only a small tornado in the clearing, which raised some dust, and my vision was relatively clear. .
why is that? Can resentment still be sealed? At that time, the old village chief's resentment filled the entire mountain! Unfortunately, no one answered me at this time. I could only look at the situation in the open space nervously, and couldn't help but sigh again, Uncle Hui is so handsome.
At this time, he was even stronger than I had seen him before. His muscles seemed to be rejuvenated and indestructible. The angry-eyed Arhat tattooed on his belly became more and more lifelike. I finally understood why I felt that Uncle Hui was different. In the past, in my mind, he was an obscene old man of the same level as my master, who occasionally showed the compassion of an enlightened monk.
He showed off his muscles before, which subverted my understanding, but it was only a surprise. But now, he doesn't know what method he used to turn himself into Rambo in First Blood.
Look at him, every time he takes a step, the whole earth seems to be shaking. Every time he punches, it seems to bring countless strong winds, hitting the monster back again and again. I just guessed that Uncle Hui was very skilled, but I had never seen him strike so freely. I couldn't help but yell: "Uncle Hui, Shaolin Kung Fu, so handsome!"
"Shaolin Kung Fu?" The master looked at me in surprise, and then muttered in a low voice: "You have no common sense!"
I was stunned. How come you don’t have common sense? But he didn't expect that the master's eyes were shining with pride, staring at Uncle Hui in the open space, and muttering: "This old man, it's been a long time since he used this trick. But it's not enough, let's use it later. Cheng First, if you want to see carefully, open your eyes!"
not enough? I looked carefully, and it was indeed not enough. Every punch of Uncle Hui was so majestic, but just like my fist, the monster's body would only dent and recover, but it would recover very slowly. There are no signs of being beaten to pieces, so Uncle Hui still has potential
Then why does Master want me to open my heavenly eyes again? After the tiger soul was taken back by me, my state of half-eyes disappeared automatically. Instead of asking the master, I might as well look at the eyes myself. After thinking about it, I opened the eyes without hesitation.
In the state of the Heavenly Eye, I saw the truth of everything. Uncle Hui was still Uncle Hui at this time. The person present was obviously the Arhat with the tattoo on his body. Different from the Arhat invited by Hui Gen'er to follow behind him, this Arhat's The phantom is attached to Uncle Hui's body and is fighting with the resentful mother and the infant spirit in the field.
Every time he swings his fist, it is wrapped in a faint layer of Buddha's light. Hitting the monster will always leave scars, which are heavier than those left by my tiger spirit. But just like my tiger soul, after those scars are left, there will always be a faint layer of black energy lingering around them, and then they will recover, but the recovery speed will become slower and slower.
"Chengyi, you have always thought that Buddhism is good at saving people, but what you don't know is that Buddhism also has fighting monks who can transform into Arhats. Your uncle Hui's salvation has never been the most powerful, and even after a few years, Hui Gen'er will be stronger than him. He is a real fighting monk. What you see now is that he is possessed by an Arhat. Wait a moment, and you, Uncle Hui, will completely transform into an Arhat! That year, we fought hard in the bamboo forest. After slaying the monster with the sword, you, Uncle Hui, transformed into an Arhat and fought with me until your whole body was covered in blood and almost died there. Think about it, it has been many years..." Master said the last word with nostalgia in his eyes. look.
I closed my celestial eye and looked at Master. I felt a lot of emotions in my heart. But at this moment, the student-like person with special powers shouted to my Master: "Master Jiang, it's okay."
Master suddenly took a step forward, shook his Taoist robe, and shouted to Uncle Hui: "It's right there. It can be controlled for about thirty seconds. Old man Hui, it's up to you."
Then he said to the other three Taoists with great pride: "Follow me." After saying that, he was about to walk into the open space. I asked anxiously: "Master, where am I?"
Master glanced at me and said: "You have done what you should do, save your strength for the next battle."
Then he walked into the field without hesitation.
It was a gorgeous battle feast. The few Taoist priests who followed the master were all experts in the department, and there were even people from the Longhua Mountain lineage, the ancestral home of Taoism. That was what Longhu Mountain really concealed. Those who have attained the Tao are fundamentally different from ordinary Taoist priests outside.
Four powerful Taoist priests stepped onto the starting point at the same time. Under the induction of my 'perverted' spiritual sense, I felt that the bright blue sky seemed to be affected by the Big Dipper during the day and was about to emerge.
Different mantras were recited from their mouths, and as the mantras progressed, they began to chant at the same time. The aura on their bodies became stronger and stronger, and in an instant it climbed to a height that I can't even reach now.
And over there, that arrogant and nimble-moving monster was suppressed by the mental power of seven strong telepathic people, and could no longer move at all, and could not even struggle. This scene made me sigh, these people with special functions are really powerful. Magic, you know, to completely imprison something, whether in Taoism or Buddhism, it is a magic that defies heaven.
Finally, it was the extremely handsome Uncle Hui. He performed a strange and unfamiliar hand trick, and then roared. At that moment, I did not open my eyes, but with my powerful spiritual sense, I seemed to see the body of Uncle Hui. The arhat's shadow disappeared, and in an instant it became one with Uncle Hui. Even Uncle Hui's demeanor and eyes changed instantly.
He became so angry and powerful that no one dared to look at him. At this moment, Uncle Hui performed a Buddhist salute with one hand. At the next moment, he let out an even more earth-shattering roar, and then punched the person. The monster smashed it hard!
Soon, the power of that punch was revealed, and a large gap appeared in the monster's body, from which came out a hazy mist visible to the naked eye. Different from the mist I saw in the deserted village at that time, this mist turned out to be light. black.
I clearly understood that this was resentment, but I was very surprised. What kind of puppet was this? Can it actually contain imprisoned resentment? ! Even the transformed resentment cannot be contained in any object like this!
No one could answer my questions at the moment. Everyone was staring at the field nervously but excitedly. Uncle Hui roared and punched repeatedly. The monster was beaten to pieces by Uncle Hui. Finally, he was overwhelmed, and 'bang'. There was an explosion.
At the moment when the monster exploded, a strong wind suddenly appeared in the open space. Circles of black mist seemed to be swept by the strong wind, slowly filling the open space. Uncle Hui's monk's robe was tied around his waist, and his upper body was exposed. , the skirt of his clothes was blown by the wind. He clenched his fists and stood in the middle, as if the god of war was reborn.
This scene of Uncle Hui is like a photo that will never fade. It is deeply imprinted in my mind and will never be forgotten in my life.
The next moment, a hint of faint laughter began to sound in the open space. Following this laughter was a strange "chirp" sound of a baby. This business was not a tangible sound, but seemed to be directly among people. emanating from the mind.
Of course I am familiar with this voice. This is the real voice of the resentful mother, Yingling. It turns out that the true identity of this puppet is the resentful mother, Yingling! They were imprisoned in the puppets, and all the puzzles were solved instantly!
At the same time, Uncle Hui's aura slowly disappeared and became normal. There was a hint of exhaustion on his face. He glanced at the master who was casting a spell and whispered: "Old Man Jiang. , I did what I should do, I tried my best, and it’s up to you next.”
My master did not respond, but at this moment, a clear Buddha chant sounded in the open space, and the eminent monk who was named by the master walked into the venue with his clothes fluttering.