Release the Dog Yujiro vs. the Unbeatable Golden Spear Kuroki

Chapter 175 Huineng is a martial arts genius

The setting sun is like blood, gently and slightly unruly falling on the earth, dyeing the sky a brilliant orange-red.

The two funny figures look particularly cheerful in this gorgeous scenery.

They hummed a tuneless ballad and ran happily all the way.

Let all the troubles in the world go with the wind, leaving only pure happiness and freedom.

When they were almost at the temple gate, Huineng suddenly stopped and said, "Brother, there is something going on at the temple gate.

Huiyuan, Huiqing, and the other warrior monks were all standing there, even the abbot.

It’s so strange, what are they doing? Are they trying to cause trouble for us again?

They ate our dog meat, and now they are still causing trouble for us. Aren’t they afraid that we will expose the truth?”

At this time, Huijing jumped off Huineng's back and said, "They are really not afraid. As long as they insist that they didn't eat it, we won't be able to produce any evidence.

So now we can’t enter the temple through the main gate, we have to go in through the dog hole on the side of the wall.

When we get in, we will put the big yellow dog's head under Huiyuan's bed. When something unexpected happens, we will make him reflect on his mistakes for 30 days on the spot, and he might even be beaten with a stick in the disciplinary institute.

Let’s see how he feels when the time comes, hehehe…”

"Brother, you are so cruel!" Huineng gave Huijing a thumbs up.

So, the two of them tacitly walked around the main gate and quietly moved into the shadow beside the wall.

Huijing was agile and quickly moved the wood and debris piled in the corner, revealing a hidden dog hole.

He turned around, winked at Huineng, and said with a smile: "Brother, our little adventure is about to begin. Are you ready?"

"Okay, brother!" Huineng smiled in tacit understanding.

Afterwards, two bald men, one big and one small, sneaked into the monks' dormitory area without anyone noticing.

"Amitabha! What a sin, what a sin."

After chanting the Buddha's name, Huijing took out the big yellow dog's head from the bag and placed it under Huiyuan's bed.

"Junior brother, the mission is accomplished, let's evacuate quickly." Hui Jing urged in a low voice, her eyes flashing with joy after success.

"Okay, senior brother!"

Then, Huijing and Huineng sneaked out again, as if they were playing "Metal Gear Solid".

Finally, crawl out of the dog hole again, then restore the original state and put the wood and sundries away.

Huijing patted her body gently with her hands a few times to brush off the dust on her body, and Huineng followed suit.

"Brother, let's go. We can now enter the temple with open arms."

As Huijing and Huineng walked over with a swagger.

In addition to Huiyuan, Huijing and a group of monks from the Arhat Hall who had been waiting at the gate of Bailin Temple for a long time.

Also standing there was the powerful abbot of Bailin Temple, Liu Haiwang, who was over 100 years old.

King Liu Hai was draped in a cassock, with a tall and straight figure, like a towering mountain, exuding unparalleled majesty.

Long-term martial arts training has made Liu Haiwang's muscles extremely developed with clear lines, as if every muscle contains endless power, giving people a strong visual impact.

This fully demonstrated his background as a Sea King-level warrior. (Currently, only Liu Haiwang and Lie Haiwang in Bailin Temple can reach the Sea King level.)

The years have left obvious marks on Liu Haiwang's body. His beard has long turned white, like pine and cypress covered with thin snow in winter.

The angular face, as if carefully carved by a craftsman, reveals a kind of determination and indomitable spirit.

His deep eyes showed both the calmness of having experienced many vicissitudes of life and his endless pursuit of martial arts.

There was a subtle hint of worry between his brows, as if he was always thinking about the true meaning of martial arts and the meaning of life.

When Huijing and Huineng passed by the abbot one after another, the abbot suddenly spoke.

"Hui Jing, Huineng, please stop for a moment. I have something to ask you."

After Huijing and Huineng were stopped by the abbot, Huijing quickly glanced at the people around her and saw that except for the abbot, everyone had a gloating smile on their face.

They both put their hands together and bowed slightly, "Amitabha!

May I ask what the abbot wants to see us about?"

The abbot looked calm and said in a loud voice, "Are you two in charge of cleaning the monks' uniforms in the general affairs room?"

Huijing and Huineng held their heads high and looked at the abbot without any guilty conscience. "What the abbot said is absolutely right. My junior brother and I are in charge of this work."

The abbot continued to ask: "Then, why are the monk uniforms worn by Huiyuan, Huiqing and the other monks from the Luohan Hall who are standing in front of you so tattered?

What's your explanation for this?"

Huineng was about to speak when he saw Huijing making a gentle downward gesture behind him.

Huineng immediately understood what Huijing meant and realized that she wanted him to remain silent for a while.

However, this scene was also seen by the abbot. He frowned slightly, and the majesty of a superior instantly spread out.

Huineng suddenly felt his body heavy, as if the gravity around him had changed, and he had an urge to kneel down.

Huijing, a ten-year-old monk, was obviously unable to withstand the pressure from the abbot, and his body began to become shaky.

At this critical moment, Huineng quickly stepped forward and held Huijing firmly.

Huijing was Huineng's closest senior brother in Bailin Temple. How could Huineng sit idly by when he saw him suffering?

Even when facing the abbot, he would never back down.

At this moment, Huijing felt as if a force suddenly erupted in his lower abdomen, and then this force began to flow in his body.

This feeling was very subtle. Huineng felt that this energy-like thing was moving within his body and flowing along a specific route.

He pulled Huijing tightly in front of him and let him lean against him.

Gradually, Huineng's back began to straighten up, and his whole body regained its upright posture, even able to compete with the abbot.

This scene shocked everyone present.

The abbot's gaze lingered on Huineng for a moment, with complex emotions surging in his heart.

“The White Forest Temple is famous for its powerful external skills, and most of the monks, including myself and King Lie Hai, focus on this.

However, Huineng had hidden internal strength and his Ren and Du meridians were open, which was undoubtedly an extremely rare talent.

No, no, no, it should be said that Huineng may have had some adventure before entering the temple.

If trained properly, Huineng will most likely become a top martial arts genius surpassing Lie Haiwang in the future.

Thinking of this, the abbot nodded secretly, and thinking of King Liehai's previous evaluation of Huineng, he was now convinced.

As the abbot eased his pressure, Huineng clearly felt the stress reduced and he breathed a sigh of relief.

Huijing was soaked all over due to the previous pressure, as if she had just been pulled out of the water. Her face was pale but could not hide her calmness.

The abbot's expression softened when he saw this. He turned his gaze to Huijing and asked slowly, "Huijing, then tell me, how did the monk's uniforms they were wearing become like this?"

Hui Jing stood up from Huineng's support. Although her face had not yet regained its rosy color, she spoke calmly, "Their clothes were torn by the big yellow dog when they were fighting with it."

As soon as this statement came out, the whole place was in an uproar.

The abbot was so shocked by this sudden answer that he almost lost his composure and blurted out an English word involuntarily, "Watt?"