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Volume 5: The Eight Parts of the Heavenly Dragon Chapter 596 Dafa

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    Chapter 596 **

    No one thought that the famous Shaolin monk was actually this ugly young monk in front of him. The gap between him and his ideal image was too big.

    This surprised everyone, but they couldn't help but talk. The hall was very lively and buzzing, like thousands of bees gathering honey.

    The big man with a purple face was startled, and he clasped his fists and said with a smile: "It turns out that he is really the Divine Monk Xu Zhu. I have admired his name for a long time. How lucky I am to be able to see him!"

    Xu Zhu hurriedly tithes, shakes his head and says: "Donor, you are too polite, this young monk does not dare to be called a divine monk, he is just a young disciple of Shaolin!"

    "Haha, Divine Monk Xu Zhu is really a great monk and a great virtue, he is as open-minded as a grain of salt, I admire him!" The big man with a purple face laughed out loud, with a look of admiration on his face.

    "Humph, hypocrisy!" A cold snort interrupted his laughter.

    Everyone turned around and saw an old man named Fan looking up at the sky with a sneer on his face.

    The face of the purple-faced man darkened, and he slowly turned his head and stared at the old man named Fan. His eyes gradually condensed, forming two flashes of lightning.

    Everyone slowly calmed down. Looking at the two people, the atmosphere in the venue gradually became tense. The air was gradually filled with an invisible pressure, making people breathe heavily.

    ¡°Senior, who do you think is hypocritical?!¡± the purple-faced man asked coldly.

    The old man surnamed Fan lowered his head and smiled disdainfully: "Who do you think I'm scolding, do you care?!"

    The purple-faced man's face was as dark as water: "If you scold me, you will naturally want to ask for advice. If you scold Divine Monk Xu Zhu, I will also give you an explanation!"

    ¡°Hey, you want to fight me, old man?!¡± The old man named Fan looked at him sideways.

    The purple-faced man said coldly: "I just wanted to ask for advice!"

    The old man surnamed Fan touched a few rat whiskers and smiled: "Okay, I want to see what you, a flattering guy, are capable of!"

    ¡°Please¡ª!¡± The purple-faced man¡¯s eyes flashed, like cold lightning, and he slowly walked out.

    The old man surnamed Fan did not show any weakness. He pushed up the lamp and stood up, and was about to walk out, but he was grabbed by the man in green shirt and said in a low voice: "Senior Fan, let me do it!"

    The old man named Fan waved his hand and pushed him away: "You little shrimp, you don't need to do anything!"

    "Senior Fan!" the man in green shirt said hurriedly.

    The old man named Fan waved his hand and said impatiently: "I'm not too old to walk or move my hands!"

    "But" The man in blue shirt was still worried, and was pulled by the young man in blue shirt beside him, and said with a smile: "Boss, don't worry, Senior Fan's hard work was in vain!?"

    "Two benefactors, please calm down!" Xu Zhu quickly stood up and stood between the two of them.

    He stood in the middle, with his hands clasped together, his eyebrows lowered, his expression calm and peaceful, he pronounced a Buddha's name, which moved people's hearts, and said: "Two donors, everything is the fault of the little monk. If there is a fight and there is damage,  It¡¯s really the monk¡¯s fault!¡±

    The old man surnamed Fan pushed him: "Little monk, get out of the way!"

    When he heard the name of Divine Monk Xu Zhu, he no longer called him Bald Donkey, but called him monk, which was already more respectful.

    However, when he pushed, Xu Zhu was as steady as a mountain, motionless, as if fixed on the ground. He was startled and looked at Xu Zhu.

    Xu Zhu put his hands together and said warmly: "Donor Fan, please control your anger and don't take action."

    "Hey, you are competing with me, are you trying to control me?!" The old man named Fan sneered, his hands tightened, and his clothes slowly bulged up.

    Xu Zhu'an looked as if he were plain and said, "I don't dare, the young monk. I only advise the donor to be calm and calm. Don't do anything you regret. Plant the cause and you will get the result. Be careful!"

    While he was talking, the old man surnamed Fan was not idle. His clothes were making a rustling sound, as if he was standing on the top of a mountain and being blown by the strong wind, blowing violently, and his face turned red.

    The old man surnamed Fan seemed to have exerted all his energy, his face was red, his clothes were swollen, and he put his hands on Xu Zhu's shoulders, trying to push him.

    But Xu Zhu remained motionless, his expression was calm, as if he didn't notice, and he was still speaking words of comfort, eloquently, and sincerely.

    "Shut up!" An angry shout suddenly sounded, and the old man surnamed Fan suddenly withdrew his palm, sat back at the table, blushed, and said loudly: "Okay, okay, I'll just stop doing it, you can  Just shut up!"

    "Amitabha, how good it is!" Xu Zhu was overjoyed and hurriedly proclaimed the Buddha's name and gave a deep salute to Mr. Fan: "Donor Fan has done this great kindness, and his merits are truly immeasurable!"

    The old man named Fan waved his hands hurriedly: "Okay, the merits are immeasurable, the merits are immeasurable, just shut up!"

    Xu Zhu just stopped, turned around and said to the purple-faced man: "This benefactor, young monk, are you grateful?"Yes, but it¡¯s not a good thing for a donor to get angry easily"

    The man with a purple face smiled bitterly and shook his head, clasping his fists and saying: "It's better to be famous than to meet. Master is kind. I've seen you. No need to say more. I'll just pay attention in the future!"

    "Amitabha, that's good!" Xu Zhu showed a pleased smile.

    Some of the people couldn't help it and covered their mouths hard to prevent themselves from laughing out loud.

    No one expected that this Xu Zhu Divine Monk would actually be a nagging person. He would not spare any effort in persuading people to do good deeds, which was terrifying. They had not seen Xu Zhu Divine Monk¡¯s martial arts, but they had seen his verbal skills. Sure enough,  The power is endless, making people feel inferior and have no choice but to obey.

    Seeing that they all sat down, with wilted heads and droopy heads, like eggplants beaten by frost, Xu Zhu smiled and secretly sighed, Brother Xiao's method is really powerful.

    At the beginning, before he left, he taught himself a method that he said was the most suitable for him, which was the so-called stopping evil with good.

    When encountering problems, do not take action, but use words and Buddhist teachings to persuade. As long as you have perseverance and perseverance, it is more powerful than using force.

    It seems that Brother Xiao is not exaggerating at all. This incident is the best proof that words are the best way to stop fighting!

    "Besides, he has already experimented with it on the way from Shaolin to Suzhou. It is indeed extremely powerful and unmatched. It is truly a supreme method.

    Along the way, using this method, he resolved dozens of disputes and calmed down dozens of wars. It can be said that his merits are immeasurable!
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