I am the leader of the Demon Cult

Chapter 13 Wukong

Xi Qi came back from Lezhou, and stopped by to see Han Xiaopang who was offering incense, and saw him ask the temple guardian monk for a wooden target and was hitting it. Looking carefully, the wooden target was round and wobbly. It was obviously just for practicing avoiding counterattacks, and it didn't have any moves.

"This brat is really shrewd." Xi Qi rolled over and got off the tree and said, "This wooden target is exquisite, and it's good to practice with it every day."

"Master!" Han Zheng stood up abruptly, but the wooden target in front of him was not a living person, and he didn't know how to stop. Seeing that he was about to hit Han Zheng, Xi Qiyi stretched out his hand and drew the wooden target in front of him, "This target is for practicing dodge It works, but it has a better purpose. Do you know that there is a trick called leverage?"

"Leveraging strength?" Han Zheng wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand, "I don't understand."

"If there is strength, there must be power. When strength is exhausted, power is endless. When you use strength, you can move your whole body. When you exert strength, you can store strength inside..." Xi Qi waved his hands lightly, pulling the movement of the wooden target, " Observe the first move, predict the second hand, act according to the momentum, the momentum turns and the force is biased..."

Xi Qi recited the main points while demonstrating, the wooden target no longer had autonomy in his hands, and was completely led by the nose. Finally, Xi Qi hit the balance point of the wooden target hard, and the target fell to the ground.

"The benefactor is good at work!" Suddenly there was a voice of praise in the corridor, and a monk carrying a stick ran over, "The benefactor, please forgive the poor monk for being rude."

"It's nothing. The master has profound inner strength. You have been watching for so long, but I didn't notice it at all." Xi Qi saluted with one hand, "I don't know what the master is doing here?"

"The poor monk originally came to watch the practice of the little benefactor Han. The poor monk borrowed the training tools of the monks in the temple without the permission of the master. Think about it."

"The master is just happy to see him, and the master Jiansi must understand." Xi Qi nodded, then looked at the little fat man who was scratching his head, and signaled him to come and talk.

"Master, it's Zheng'er who is not good. Zheng'er is going to explain to the master of Jiansi. I have hurt the master." Han Zheng clasped his hands and bowed, showing proper etiquette.

"You don't have to be like this, little benefactor. The poor monk is used to being taught by the master, and a few words are not in the way." The monk scratched his head, which looked very similar to the way Han Zheng scratched his head before.

"Master is open-minded and forthright by nature, which is really rare in the world." Xi Qi turned his eyes: "Dare to ask Master's Dharma name?"

"The poor monk's name is Wukong." Wukong saluted with one hand, and put the stick behind his back.Xi Qi's eyes widened, his cheeks bulged suddenly, he turned his back and coughed twice.When she turned around again, there were tears in the corners of her eyes, Xi Qi nodded: "Wukong—Master, next to Xi Qi, thank you, Master, for taking care of the young disciple in the temple these days."

"Taking care of the pilgrims in the temple is the duty of the monks in the temple. Wukong dare not take the credit without authorization." Wukong finished this sentence rather stuttering, then looked at Xi Qi expectantly and said: "If the benefactor Xi wants to thank, Wukong has a ruthless heart." please."

"Master, please tell me." Xi Qi looked at this straightforward monk, he was really worthy of Wukong's cleverness.

"Can you fight with me?" After speaking, Wukong looked at the saber in Xi Qi's waist, "just now I saw the benefactor fighting with the wooden target, Wukong really wanted it."

Xi Qi smiled calmly, "Little fat boy, go to the door and watch out." Han Zheng pursed his lips, and sat obediently on the edge of the corridor.

"Weapons have no eyes, why don't we set a range first and click as far as we can." Xi Qi drew a circle with his feet. "Out of the circle is lost."

"Okay. If you lose, you can repeat the method you just used to fight with strength. If I lose, I will fight with you ten more times." Xi Qi said with a blink of his eyes. Nodding, this is worthy of the name Wukong.

"Then I have to practice with you no matter what, I don't have time to fight ten times with you." Xi Qi looked at the monk who was about to speak, "You lose, you promise me one thing."

"Then, as long as you don't violate the rules and regulations, I promise you." Wukong nodded, and Xi Qi said with a smile: "Monks don't tell lies."

"The benefactor, please keep your word." After saying that, Wukong raised his stick to sweep across, but the tip of the stick shook up and down, obviously he had enough energy left.

"Flexible enough." Xi Qi boasted, jumped up, stepped on the tip of Wukong's stick with his toes, and followed his sweeping and shaking up and down, as stable as Mount Tai. "Little Fatty, take a good look at what it means to use strength to fight strength."

Seeing that the moves were old, Wukong pulled the stick back with his wrist, Xi Qi pressed the tip of the stick with the momentum, kicked the tip of the stick with his toe, and the wooden stick returned to the basket at a faster speed.Wukong's tiger's mouth burst into flames, scorching, rubbing, rubbing, and rubbing. The stick was too short at the front of his hand, and he couldn't swing it forcefully, so Wukong turned around to grab it.Xi Qi switched hands to block, and after two moves, he switched body and saw that Wukong's right hand was replaced by his left hand.

With both hands down, Xi Qi slid down an iron bridge to dodge Wukong's swinging stick, and at the same time hit Wukong horizontally with his right hand, poking at Wukong's lower back.Wukong's upper body fell down, relying on his solid lower body skills, he did not lie on the ground like the wooden target just now.

The previous move was not old, Wukong's wooden stick had already rushed towards Xi Qi from between his legs, and at the same time turned around and picked up the tail of the stick with one hand and picked it up from the bottom.

"Master, this is the stick method, not the stick method." Xi Qi smiled, turned somersault on the spot, covered the head of the stick with his hands arched, and pushed forward following Wukong's falling posture. If you leave your hand, you can only step back step by step.

And if the weapon is out of hand, Xi Qi smiled slightly, exerting an inch of strength with both hands and wrists, Wukong was hit by his own weapon, and he thumped back.Xi Qi folded his hands back to his chest, and said with a smile, "I've accepted it."

Wukong looked down and saw that his right foot had retreated outside the circle.Closing his momentum, Wukong saluted with one hand, "Thank you, Lord, for your enlightenment."

"It's still the master who has solid skills, and cooperate with me to demonstrate to the young disciples." Xi Qi beckoned Han Zheng to come over, and then saw an old monk in a red cassock standing behind Han Zheng.What the hell is this temple a ghost temple? There is no sound when everyone walks.It's not written in the book that my martial arts is one of the best in the world, so I can't hear two monks at random.

"You don't need to be overly humble, the benefactor of the competition just went so far. Your physical skills are exquisite, and you are free and easy, and your style is decent. It is enough to see that you have cultivated yourself internally and not restricted externally. This poor monk admires you."

"Abbot." Wukong placed the wooden stick in the crook of his arm and put his palms together.Xi Qi nodded, feeling a little embarrassed to be praised by the old monk, he actually just wanted to trick Wukong into complimenting him more.Han Zheng stepped forward, "Grandpa Abbot, you won't tell my mother about my presence here?"

"Monks don't tell lies." The abbot smiled, "If the prime minister's wife asks, the poor monk will tell you." Han Zheng's mouth twitched, and just as he was about to speak, he was hit on the head by Xi Qi.

"Stupid little chubby, hurry back, if your mother doesn't ask, the master abbot will naturally not tell." Xi Qi shook his head, "Young disciple is stupid, master don't take offense."

"Don't be too hasty, benefactor Xi. Little benefactor Han is talented and smart. He will be a pillar of the country in the future." The abbot looked at Wukong who was still waiting, and shook his head. "I, the villain, am the one who is extremely stubborn. I only have martial arts in my heart, nothing else."

Oh, no wonder you praised me just now. It turns out that the old monk came here to protect his shortcomings. Xi Qi smiled: "The tree is beautiful in the forest, and the wind will destroy it. The little fat boy has not grown up yet, and everything is not impressive. But Master Wukong, the heart is the most beautiful." Chun, when I saw it, I felt a sense of fellowship. It’s just that I want to go against what the master said, and I want to only exchange martial arts with Master Wukong, not about Buddhism.”

"The Buddha's heart is tolerant, as long as you suddenly understand the Buddhist principles and treat things with kindness and tolerance, the Buddhist teachings are only understood by monks and guests." The abbot recited the Buddha's words.

"Buddha's heart is quiet, but my heart is in the world of mortals. Those who recite Buddhist scriptures don't even want to eat meat." Xi Qi knew that if he didn't make that request, the abbot was not going to leave, so he said to Wukong: " Master Wukong, you lost the competition just now?"

"It's the poor monk who lost. If the benefactor has any request, just ask for it. As long as it doesn't violate the rules and regulations." Wukong puffed up his chest and agreed.

"This place is in the outskirts of Beijing. Why don't you take Master to Beijing and borrow the treasured sword from General Zhenyuan for me to watch? I promise that I won't destroy the treasured sword in the slightest, and let the master return it to Zhao with just a stick of incense." Xi Qi blinked. , "Presumably, please borrow from others and return it after borrowing. It does not violate the rules and regulations of Buddhist temples, right, master abbot."

"You don't use a sword, why would you want to look at a sword?" Wukong blinked.

"Master is good at using sticks, how can he use sticks now?" Xi Qi asked back, but he didn't want to get an answer, so he continued: "If Master finds it difficult, it's fine not to mention it."

"No, since the poor monk has agreed to you, he will naturally not breach the contract." Wukong's neck twitched, "Abbot please allow me."

"This matter does not violate the precepts, but it is a little difficult. It is also a small problem given to you by the benefactor. You are upright, and it is not good for you to do things. You can do exercises. I just don't know why the benefactor does not limit the time for Wukong to return?" the abbot looked at Look at Xi Qi, with a kind face.

"I believe Master will come back as soon as possible, and it is not easy to see General Zhenyuan's treasured sword." Xi Qi paused, a little embarrassed: "Since the abbot insists, then, Master Wukong, we might as well use the three days after entering Beijing as our goal." limit?"

"Okay, the poor monk will set off immediately, and he can enter the capital before the end of the day." Wukong bowed to the host and went out with a stick.The abbot looked at Xi Qi, who was spreading his hands, and recited the Buddha's gatha.

"Since the benefactor has limited the time, why don't I prepare a room for the benefactor in the temple?" The abbot smiled, "I see that the benefactor is full of wind and dust, and I must be thinking about the affairs of the capital along the way. It is not easy."

"As the saying goes, there are thousands of words, but only one word is for Zen. The master's Zen practice has not yet reached home." Xi Qi smiled; "Shakyamuni enlightened under the Bodhi tree, and I always think that is not true. a legend."

"The world is impermanent, who can predict it." The abbot smiled: "Please, Master Xi."

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Xi Laoqi: Let the great sage boast more, the old monk is in the way.