C70 frightful monk
C70 frightful monk
Liu Xing was prepared to start buying vegetables, but at the intersection of alleyway, there was a large group of people surrounding them.
At the intersection of the other alleyway, there was also a large group of people, who were also chattering away noisily and were extremely lively.
Liu Xing thought: I never thought that this little vegetable market would be so lively, why are all these people gathered in a group, what are they doing?
In the world, most people liked to join in on the fun, so Liu Xing was no exception.
Seeing that the two alleyway s were surrounded, Liu Xing sneaked over to the first alleyway's entrance to see what was happening.
There were simply too many people, Liu Xing was too lazy to squeeze in, he stood at the periphery, with Spiritual Sense sweeping out, he was able to see the situation inside clearly.
After he clearly saw the situation inside, Liu Xing was overjoyed. So it turned out that the common folk's Expert s were selling medicinal wine, Liu Xing directly squeezed his way in.
The person who bought the medicine was a middle-aged monk in his fifties. He was tall and sturdy and wore a light yellow sea blue.
The most eye-catching feature of the middle-aged monk was that there was a large mole in the middle of the right eye pouch. According to the book, this mole was not a good mole.
The middle-aged monk did not use a megaphone, but his voice was loud like a bell as he spoke loudly.
The ground in front of the middle-aged monk was covered with a large promotional blueprint. On the promotional blueprint were written dozens of effects that specialized in treating rheumatism, arthritis, injury from fall and injury, bone broken, and other such effects.
Other than these, there were also a dozen or so red brick s piled on the side.
Beside the middle-aged monk were two young monks, who were also dressed in light yellow sea blue s. However, they did not have any ring scars on their heads.
After Liu Xing squeezed in, he listened to the middle-aged monk blow with relish.
"This monk is a respected monk from Shaolin Dao who roamed the world. He usually drinks this kind of medicine and practices his martial arts. He can't even talk about using the fake moves. Everyone watch and see!"
As the middle-aged monk spoke, he casually picked up a piece of red brick, holding the red brick in one hand, he split his fingers with the other, and with a loud roar, he thrust the red brick downwards. Other than his thumb, the other four fingers stabbed into the red brick, piercing right through the red brick!
Even Liu Xing was shocked. Just as the middle-aged man made his move, he suddenly felt an invisible pressure pressing down on him, pressing down so hard that he almost couldn't breathe.
However, this sudden pressure only lasted for less than two seconds before it disappeared.
This middle-aged monk was not simple, moreover he should be a peerless Expert, incomparably terrifying!
Liu Xing was shocked in his heart. The formless pressure just now was definitely not an illusion.
Liu Xing's palms were drenched in cold sweat, he looked at the people around him, none of them seemed to be affected.
Liu Xing had originally planned to use the Spiritual Sense to sweep through the middle-aged monk's Dantian, but he immediately gave up on that idea.
"Monk, this brick of yours is fake right?"
In the crowd, a middle-aged man picked up a piece of red brick, held it in his hand and weighed it in his hand, carefully observing it.
"Benefactor, you can smash open the red brick in your hands and see if it's real or fake!"
As the middle-aged monk spoke, he took his finger out from the red brick and threw the red brick onto the promotional diagram. A few people in the crowd who did not believe what was happening picked up a piece of red brick and began to carefully study it.
Liu Xing swept his gaze across the red brick and discovered that these red brick were sturdy, and had definitely not been affected by anything before.
Liu Xing thought: Just by coming out to buy food, I can easily come across Expert. Could it be that Expert is really in the people?
The middle-aged monk was too lazy to bother with those who were inspecting the red brick and continued to loudly publicize his medicine.
"Sigh, if you pass by, don't miss it! Buddhist medicinal wine, a national certificate. The curative effect is good and the price is low. It is a must for home! "
"It doesn't matter if you have a broken arm or a broken spine, or your waist or your leg or your stomach aches, or your osteoarthritis, Sigh, as long as you pour some alcohol and wipe it off, you can guarantee that it will work!"
"It's just a fake move. Everyone, watch out. This humble monk will show you the magical effects of this medicinal wine!"
The middle-aged monk grabbed the hens and in front of everyone, he broke both of its legs from the joints. It looked like it was only left with a bit of chicken skin, which was extremely shocking.
In order to confirm that the hens's leg was indeed broken, the middle-aged man and the wing who was still holding the hens in one hand and the broken leg in the other turned a few times clockwise, causing everyone to suck in a breath of cold air.
At this time, the hens was still alive.
The middle-aged monk did not stop. He grabbed onto the hens's neck and loosened his grip on it. Then, he grabbed onto the chicken head and twisted it a few times clockwise as if he was tightening the cap on a bottle.
After a few laps, the hens's head was also twisted off, it remained motionless, as if it was dead.
"Monk, be merciful when it comes to family members. If you torture a chicken to death like this, where will your merciful heart go? Aren't you afraid that the gods will appear and punish you? "
The middle-aged man who was the first to question him spoke again. According to his close observation and judgement, he was certain that the red brick was real, but after seeing that the middle-aged monk had twisted the hens to death, he could not help but say a few words.
"Sir, don't worry, this hens still has a breath of life left. I have this miraculous medicinal wine, as long as I wipe at the chicken's wound, I guarantee that the hens will come back to life!"
After the middle-aged monk said this, he threw the hens onto the promotional blueprint. The hens remained motionless, as if it was dead.
The surrounding crowd all believed that the chicken was dead, only Liu Xing wiped the cold sweat off his forehead. He knew that this hens was not dead yet.
When the middle-aged monk started to break the chicken feet, he used Spiritual Sense to observe every detail of the middle-aged monk.
Liu Xing realized that the middle-aged monk had used a mysterious technique to dislocate all the veins and cartilage of the chicken. The chicken skin around it was not truly broken, and only a special technique was needed to repair it.
There was an old saying, "A chicken skin is attached to its skin, a dog bones are attached to its bones."
This meant that the chicken bone was broken, and as long as there was a layer of skin still connected, it would be fine; but as long as the dog bone was broken, as long as there was a little bit of the bone to support it, it would grow better.
When the middle-aged monk crushed the chicken's head, he also used the same principle. The hens looked like it was dead, but as long as the same method was used to recover, the hens could still revive.
This monk was really skilled!
Liu Xing admired the middle-aged monk greatly in his heart, but he did not reveal it.
A young man stood beside Liu Xing, wearing glasses, and was enjoying the scene, he quietly took a photo with his phone and sent it to the Baidu Tieba.
Liu Xing did not know if the middle-aged monk saw bespectacled man's actions, but the middle-aged monk was terrifying.
The middle-aged monk looked at the middle-aged man who had just spoken and said: "Benefactor, you suspected that the brick used by this poor monk was fake. You have inspected it for a long time, this poor monk wants to ask you, is this red brick real or fake?"
The middle-aged man said: "The red brick in my hand is real, but the one you used just now might be a prop made by you yourself. If you can also poke the red brick in my hand with your finger, I'll believe you!"
"How hard is that? Benefactor, open your eyes wide and look clearly! "
The middle-aged monk took the red brick, with one hand still holding the red brick, he extended one hand, his fingers separated, and stabbed towards the red brick, as though his fingers were inserted into tofu, easily piercing into the red brick!
Liu Xing frowned slightly. This time, he didn't feel that terrifying pressure.
After the middle-aged monk's finger had pierced through the red brick, he was not done for. He grabbed with his five fingers and directly pulled off a large piece of the red brick.
"Alright!"
The crowd erupted into applause, only Liu Xing remained motionless, his eyes still staring at the middle-aged monk's hands.