"Great Bodhisattva, there is a carriage here!"

Among the crowds that came, a young man at present pointed at Xiao Qingyu's carriage and turned around and shouted: "This carriage will definitely satisfy you!"

Yang Xian meditated on the bluestone all night, and had already stood up from the bluestone as soon as these people approached.

There were about 70 or 80 people coming, including men, women, old and young, and all kinds of clothes. They seemed to be gathering together temporarily, and they looked strange and awkward.

At this time, the young man who spoke at the time ignored Yang Xian's existence after seeing the carriage, rushed to a sedan chair surrounded by the crowd, bowed and stood at the door of the sedan chair, looking anxious to ask for credit and reward, "Big Bodhisattva, the carriage you want is small for you!"

"Um?"

A low and hoarse voice sounded from the sedan chair, then the curtain was lifted, and a very fat monk came out of the sedan chair.

The monk was big and round, tall and fat, standing there like half a black tower, his body looked wider than a door. Compared to him, the green yarn sedan behind him seemed not as wide as his body, and I don't know how he sat in it.

The monk came out of the sedan chair and stood in the crowd like a donkey among sheep, very eye-catching.

He reached out and pulled away the young man standing in front of the sedan chair, looked at the carriage beside Yang Xian, and nodded, "Well, not bad! This carriage is good! Master Buddha is wide, and this kind of carriage is suitable for me!"

He punched the Green Salon behind him with a backhand, and with a loud "bang", the entire Green Salon was smashed to pieces by him.

"This bird sedan is so uncomfortable all the way!"

He is a monk, but he keeps talking about himself as "I'm a sage", but he doesn't look like a serious monk.

"The great Bodhisattva's magical power is invincible, and it is overwhelming the world. The young people are really impressed by it!"

"Grandpa Bodhisattva has such a magical skill, so he should be the best in the world!"

Seeing that the monk smashed the sedan chair with one punch, the dozens of people praised him without any trouble.

The monk was proud and waved his hand and smiled, "It's still a little short of suppressing the contemporary world. If the leader of the Confucian sect, Mr. Zhu Hongyi, suppressed the world, I can't do the best in the world!"

He laughed and said, "If it's the second best in the world, then he can still be so careless!"

Everyone praised in unison: "Even if you are the second in the world, it is extremely unreasonable. That is the only one person, and one person is above ten thousand people!"

The monk laughed and pointed his hand at the carriage, "Pull this carriage to Lord Buddha!"

At this time, Xiao Qingyu had been awakened by them, and her head was drilled out of the carriage, looking at Yang Xian sleepily, "Brother Xian, what are they doing?"

Yang Xian said: "Don't pay attention to them!"

Xiao Qingyu said, "Oh!"

She turned her head and looked at the young man walking towards her quickly, not knowing what these people wanted to do.

The young man who walked over was the first person to "discover" the sedan chair just now. He walked to the front of the carriage, untied the reins and was about to pull them away, completely ignoring Yang Xian and Xiao Qingyu.

"Slow down!"

Yang Xian looked at the young man carefully and saw that he was dirty and had a bruised nose and swollen face. He seemed to have just been beaten up, his lips were swollen and split, and his appearance was extremely miserable.

He heard Yang Xian call him, turned around and shouted, "What are you doing? You are a little beggar!"

Yang Xian said: "This carriage belongs to us. Didn't you see anyone else inside?"

The man said arrogantly: "What can you do with yours? Our great Bodhisattva has taken a fancy to your carriage. That is the blessing you have cultivated in your previous life! Do you still dare not to borrow it?"

Yang Xian shook his head and said, "Don't borrow it!"

"Huh!"

The young man glared and said, "You little beggar is so brave. You dare not even disrespect the Bodhisattva's decree!"

As he spoke, he raised his foot and kicked Yang Xian, "Go to die!"

"Bang!"

As soon as he raised his toes, he felt a powerful force surge out of nowhere, hitting his chest, knocking him off the ground and hitting him behind him.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

A series of collisions sounded, and several people standing behind him were knocked away by him. Then his body was shocked and he stopped from the air.

But the fat monk reached out to catch him.

After the fat monk caught the young man who was flying in, he took several steps back one after another before he stood firm with his stance.

His face turned red, and he widened his eyes and looked at Yang Xian, "Good boy, so awesome!"

He threw away the young man in his hand, separated everyone and walked forward, walked in a few steps to Yang Xian, stared at Yang Xian with his big eyes and looked up and down, "Which family are you?"

When Yang Xian heard him speak, he was rude in his pronunciation, unlike the Central Plains accent, and his figure and skin were slightly different from those of the Central Plains people. He felt aroused in his heart, "Monkey, are you from the Western Regions?"

The fat monk was stunned, "How do you know?"

Yang Xian smiled and said, "Because of the body refining skills, each of the monks in Dalun Temple in the Western Regions is extremely tall and strong. The monk is so tall that it is exactly the same as the monks in Dalun Temple."

The fat monk became more and more surprised, "Who are you?"

Yang Xian shook his head and said nothing, led the horse to put the saddle in it, and said to the monk: "If you don't stay in Dalun Temple, why do you do in the Central Plains? This is not a place where you are arrogant and troubled."

When the monk Pangda saw Yang Xian leaving, he shouted, "Don't leave, this carriage is in love with it!"

He reached out and took the two golden cymbals held by the two nearby people. "I have traveled all the way from the West, and I have encountered wine bags, and none of them can beat them!"

He pointed to the dozens of people standing beside him, "These are all the masters of the Central Plains who have been defeated by me, and they were all captured by me as servants in the end."

He said to Yang Xian: "You are very awesome, I want to fight you!"

Yang Xian smiled and said, "You servants are all trashed soft-boys. Where can I have a master? Are all monks from Dalun Temple so unsightly?"

Monk Pang Da said angrily: "Their nicknames are extremely loud. Who knows they are all so loose? Are they all lying to me?"

He waved the golden cymbals in his hand and rushed towards Yang Xian, "They are useless, but you are very powerful. I want to fight you!"

Without waiting for Yang Xian to say anything else, his body shook and he had already reached Yang Xian's front. The two golden cymbals on them were like two extremely sharp blades, one slashing towards Yang Xian's neck and the other slashing towards Yang Xian's waist.

Although this fat monk is obese, once he starts his hand, he is extremely fast and his light body skills are not bad.

Yang Xian knew that every disciple of Dalun Temple in the Western Regions would come to the Central Plains to practice after he had achieved success in martial arts. They challenged all kinds of experts to test their own practice. They would not return to the Western Regions to practice diligently until they reached their goals of practice.

However, the monks in Dalun Temple have always respected Neo-Confucianism as orthodox over the years, which is quite disliked by Yang Xian. In addition, these monks act extremely barbaric and still retain the habit of taking people as slaves, which is even more inconsistent with Yang Xian's philosophy, so they do not want to pay more attention to this person.

At this time, he saw his golden cymbals peeling, and his palms stretched out and slapped at the backs of both sides of the golden cymbals at the same time. With a loud bang, the two golden cymbals were smashed by him.

When the monk took action, he had already thought about how to deal with several backhands if Yang Xian tried to stop him. However, when Yang Xian slapped his two palms, he had no time to use any backhands, and the two golden cymbals were already broken.

He looked horrified and took several steps back one after another, which was really unbelievable.

Yang Xian glanced at him and said, "I offended you!"

He turned over the carriage, his arms trembled, and the carriage was spinning and he left in an instant, leaving only the monk standing there blankly.
Chapter completed!