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Volume 5: The Eight Parts of the Sky and the Dragon Chapter 595: The Eminent Monk

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    Chapter 595 Eminent Monk

    Suzhou City Mingyue Tower

    This Mingyue Tower is located at the east gate of Suzhou. In front of the building, there are people coming and going, traffic is busy, and it is very lively.

    It is now noon, and the seats in Mingyue Tower are almost full. The food here is very delicious, and it is the best in Suzhou City. Many people who like food and appetite come all the way to have a satisfying meal.

    The first floor has ordinary seats. There are no partitions between tables, only a distance for people to walk around. It is very lively.

    On the second floor, half-height screens are used to separate tables from each other, like small single rooms, but you can see each other and hear each other talking.

    The third floor is a real private room. Each room is completely isolated and you can't hear each other talking. There are only a dozen rooms. It is very spacious inside and is a top-level enjoyment.

    At this time, it was noon and it was very lively.

    Especially on the second floor, it is even more noisy. Most of the people present are wearing swords and knives, their eyes are shining, and their energy is superhuman. You can tell at a glance that they are martial arts people.

    For these people, ordinary people avoid them and dare not contradict them at all, lest they ask for trouble.

    ????????????????????????????????????????? However, there is Mo Xifeng, the iron catcher in Suzhou City, and the Murong family of Gusu is in charge. These martial arts people do not dare to be too presumptuous and mostly behave themselves.

    Under this situation, Suzhou City became more and more lively, and many people came to Suzhou City to take refuge.

    "Ahem!" A clear cough suddenly sounded. The sound was not loud, but it was extremely clear. It reached everyone's ears steadily, as if whispering in their ears.

    Among the drinkers, those who didn't know martial arts were very curious. They turned around and looked around. Those who knew martial arts were awe-inspiring, secretly thinking that this person has a lot of inner strength and should not be underestimated.

    They all turned around to look, and there were three people sitting at the table in the middle. An old man, short and thin, with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks, looked ridiculous, and was wearing a green coat, which made him feel like he was wearing a crown of monkeys.

    There are also two young men with slightly similar looks. They look like brothers. They are both in their early twenties, handsome and enviable.

    Both of them are wearing swords on their waists. The swords have simple blades. They don¡¯t look like ordinary green-edged swords, but rather precious swords. They should be from a good family background.

    The two of them are wearing different clothes, one is wearing a green shirt and the other is wearing a blue shirt, but they are both outstanding in style. Sitting in the restaurant, they seem to stand out among the crowd. It is obvious at a glance that they are attracted to the two of them.

    Seeing the two people¡¯s demeanor, everyone around them was secretly curious. I wonder which family or sect they are outstanding disciples. With such demeanor, I don¡¯t know how many women will be fascinated by them!

    The young man in green shirt looked a little older, he chuckled and said, "Senior Fan, are you serious about this?"

    The old man surnamed Fan raised his nose and said disdainfully: "Hmph, the old man is still teasing you at this old age?!"

    The man in green shirt praised: "The Murong family is truly worthy of being a martial arts family, with extraordinary momentum!"

    The young man in the blue shirt curled his lips and raised his eyebrows: "Hey, there's nothing they can do about it. They're just pretending to be fat!"

    "Don't talk nonsense, second brother!" The man in green shirt disagreed.

    "Hey, what you said is so insightful!" The old man named Fan stroked a few rat whiskers and laughed, looking happy and looking over with admiration.

    "Mr. Fan, how do you say this?!" the man in green shirt asked hurriedly.

    The old man surnamed Fan glanced at everyone, and when he saw them all looking over, he became more and more energetic. He laughed twice and said: "The Ten Holy Monks of Tubo just defeated Huashan with a punch, and they are about to come to Gusu.  Sooner or later, we will find the Murong family!"

    "The Ten Holy Monks of Tubo are so arrogant!" The man in blue shirt frowned and snorted coldly.

    "Alas! There is nothing we can do!" The old man surnamed Fan shook his head and said dejectedly: "My skills are not as good as others, our Central Plains Wulin will be embarrassed and disgraced this time!"

    "No one came to stop them and defeat them!?" The man in green shirt frowned and asked dissatisfiedly.

    The old man named Fan touched a few rat whiskers and said with a smile: "It's not that no one succeeds, it's that no one succeeds!"

    "Are these ten lamas really so powerful?!" the young man in blue shirt who had been silent suddenly asked.

    The old man surnamed Fan chuckled and said: "Yi Zi Hui Jian Sect, Iron Sword Sect, Song Tao Sect, do you think these sects are all in vain?!"

    As he spoke, he glanced at everyone. They felt two cold bolts of lightning coming in, making their eyes hurt, and they did not dare to look directly into his eyes.

    The young man in blue shirt shook his head: "I know how powerful the Yi Zi Hui Sword Sect is. It has excellent swordsmanship and unparalleled power. I have competed with them before."

    The old man surnamed Fan hummed and said: "That's it! They were all beaten until they lost their temper. You can see what happened to these ten old bald donkeys!"

    "Fan Qian"?, be careful!  "The man in green shirt quickly lowered his voice and pointed in front of his lips.

    "Hey, I'll call you Bald Donkey, Bald Donkey!" The old man named Fan rolled his eyes and snorted angrily: "None of these monks are good people!"

    The man in green shirt looked at him with a wry smile and whispered: "Senior, do you want to offend all the monks in the world?"

    "So what if you offend me!?" The old man surnamed Fan didn't care, and hummed: "These bald donkeys, all chanting sutras, full of evil, have done so many things, including men stealing from women and prostitution!"

    "Amitabha, donor, be careful what you say!" Suddenly a Buddha's trumpet sounded.

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    "Who?!" The old man named Fan was furious and turned to stare.

    But he saw a young monk in gray clothes sitting at the window, with his palms clasped together and his treasures solemn. He saluted him, which shocked him.

    "Where did the ugly monk come from!?" The old man named Fan shouted angrily.

    His expression was as usual, but his heart was filled with fear. This ugly little monk had so much inner strength, and this Buddha's name was also famous. Could it be the Shaolin lion's roar?  !

    The gray-clothed monk titheed with a calm expression and said in a gentle voice: "Young monk Xu Zhu, I have met my senior."

    The old man named Fan waved his hand, looked at him sideways, and hummed impatiently: "Little monk Xu Zhu, why are you meddling in other people's business? Have I offended you?!"

    "Senior said that Buddhist disciples like us are too bad, and some of them are overgeneralized. From what I have seen, the young monks are all well-cultivated and don't have such evil deeds." Xu Zhu said in a gentle voice, neither anxious nor slow, his voice was calm and calm.

    Although he looks ugly, his majestic appearance and calm voice give people a sense of peace, but his appearance is ignored.

    The old man surnamed Fan looked at him sideways and asked loudly: "Hmph, which temple are you a monk from-?!"

    Xu Zhu made a tithe and said respectfully: "The young monk comes from Shaolin."

    "It turns out to be a Shaolin monk, whom I have admired for a long time!" The old man surnamed Fan chuckled, clasped his fists, his eyes became even more squinting, his face was full of disdain, and the corners of his mouth were sarcastic.

    When they heard that Xu Zhu was from Shaolin, everyone stopped joking. Shaolin is a great sect with countless eminent monks and its seventy-two stunts are unparalleled in the world.

    Xu Zhu clasped his hands together and said politely: "The young monk is just an incompetent disciple of Shaolin. He is of a low generation and does not dare to be called a senior monk."

    "A monk who comes out of Shaolin should be called an eminent monk even if he is not an eminent monk. Otherwise, if he offends Shaolin and gets into trouble everywhere, wouldn't it be unlucky!?" The old man surnamed Fan chuckled.

    Xu Zhu frowned, shook his head and said, "Senior, I don't understand what the young monk means."

    "You little monk, you look stupid, you are not smart!" The old man surnamed Fan rolled his eyes and said disdainfully: "Don't you understand this?! In addition to bullying others with power, what else can your Shaolin Temple do?  ?!¡±

    "Senior, you must have misunderstood, I, Shaolin, never use power to bully others!" Xu Zhu shook his head hurriedly.

    The old man surnamed Fan looked at him sideways and sneered: "Tell me, besides fighting fiercely and bravely, what good deeds has your Shaolin Temple done?!"

    "This" Xu Zhu hesitated for a moment.

    "Little Master, do you have something to ask me?" Suddenly someone stood up and said with clasped fists.

    But he is a middle-aged man, with a purple face and an extraordinary power.

    "Donor, please tell me." Xu Zhu tithes.

    The middle-aged man said: "I heard that there is an eminent monk named Xu Zhu in Shaolin. He is young but has outstanding martial arts skills. He is rare in the world. I wonder if my young master knows him?"

    Xu Zhu was startled when he heard this, thought for a while and said: "The young monk is Xu Zhu, and Xu Zhu is the young monk."

    "Ah" Everyone sighed, and immediately started talking, and the second floor was buzzing.
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