Chapter 575: Dragon Elephant’s Power, First Meeting with Madam

"The mighty heavenly dragon, the World Honored Ksitigarbha, the mighty dragon and elephant, rise up!!!"

The monk put his feet on the stone walls at both ends of the stream under the stone bridge, and held his hands on the bottom of the bluestone slab that was mostly collapsed. Then he suddenly exerted force while shouting and fell down the bluestone slab that even five or six people could not move. He was hit by this person and flew up.

"Certainly!!!"

The monk's feet pressed against the cliff at the same time. He instantly jumped higher than the flying stone slab, and then he held the bluestone slab with both hands and slowly landed on the ground.

With a muffled sound, the monk gently placed the stone slab, which weighed more than a thousand kilograms, on the road. Zheng Shiru and the accompanying guards were stunned.

Many of the female relatives in each carriage also raised their curtains. When they saw this scene, their beautiful eyes shone.

"It turns out that the stone foundation was cracked and broken, and the rain caused landslides..."

The monk came to the location where the bluestone slab originally collapsed. One of the stone foundations of the bridge was full of cracks, and some parts were even cracked and shattered. It seemed that it could no longer be used.

Such a bluestone slab, which is nearly one foot long, weighs at least a thousand kilograms. It is unusual to lift the stone slab without damaging the road surface.

Zheng Shiru's eyes lit up. His martial arts skills were considered top-notch, but he couldn't easily lift up the fallen stone slab without damaging the ground like the monk in front of him.

At least in this world, there are very few people with such power in the world.

There was a bit more respect in Zheng Shiru's eyes. An innate master, no matter where he is, has enough weight. Even if this person is still an unknown person, once he has strength, status and reputation, and everything else , sooner or later you will have it.

"Donor, can you lend me a knife?"

The monk looked around and then quickly appeared in front of a guard next to Zheng Shiru.

"Master please!"

Zheng Shiru gave the guard a look, and the guard immediately pulled out his sword and handed it over.

"Thank you!"

The monk thanked him and reached out to take out the knife. Then he jumped on the spot, took a few steps in the air, and climbed up like a staircase. After seven or eight feet, he dropped down and jumped to a black stone in the forest.

"Dangdang..."

The monk swung his knife, and the black stone collided with the blade and sparks flew out. However, due to his luck, the blade was extremely sharp, and a black stone was knocked off with a few blows.

Then the monk was seen flying down to the side of the broken stone foundation. Compared with the black stone in his hand, the blade of the blade kept scraping against the stone with a strange but extremely fast frequency.

Pieces of stone chips fell down, and the originally irregular stones began to take on a regular square shape.

During this process, the monk's forehead was filled with white air, and his forehead was wet. I don't know whether it was rain or sweat.

After a short time, a wedge-shaped stone foundation was formed. The monk quickly rushed to the original stone foundation, removed the broken stone foundation, scraped the remaining parts clean, and carefully installed the stone foundation he had made. , after aligning, shake it left and right to make sure there are no problems.

"Everyone, please get out of the way!"

The monk once again came to the bluestone slab that he had put down. He grabbed both sides of the bluestone slab with both hands and exerted force. The bluestone slab was completely lifted by him. Then the man walked to the side of the stone base and carefully put down the bluestone slab. , stood up and stepped on it.

Zheng Shiru came over and held an umbrella for the monk, and handed him a towel, "Master's magical skills are really astonishing to me."

The monk took the towel and wiped the water droplets on his face. While wiping his bald head, he did not forget to weigh his feet to test the bearing capacity of the stone slab under his feet.

“The donor is so polite, it’s just the right time!”

The monk shook his head and said with an apologetic look on his face: "It's a shame for the poor monk. After all, he is not a stonemason. Although this hastily made stone foundation can barely repair the stone bridge, its carrying capacity is limited!"

"It's okay for these people and horses to pass by, but this carriage..."

"Master, why should you blame yourself? If master hadn't repaired the stone bridge, I'm afraid we would have been delayed even longer."

Zheng Shiru shook his head and stepped on the stone bridge again, "The stone foundation that was built in a hurry can reach this level, which shows the master's profound skills."

The carriage is not light, but it actually carries too much cargo. It is not difficult to remove the excess load and simply let the carriage pass.

The monk looked at the long queue of carriages and said: "This...donor Zheng, there are many female relatives in this carriage. The female relatives are weak. Once they are infected by the rain and cold..."

Zheng Shiru smiled bitterly and said: "That's all we can do now. After this journey, let all the ladies and ladies get on the bus. Although... but it's better than continuing to waste time here!"

"inappropriate!"

The monk suddenly shook his head, and then jumped off the stone bridge.

"Grandmaster!"

Zheng Shi jumped up and quickly came to the edge of the bridge. He saw the monk setting up a horse underneath, with his feet on the cliffs on both sides of the stone bridge, and holding up the stone bridge with both hands, "Donor Zheng, poor monk At least, he still has some brute strength and can hold up this stone bridge."

"Please also ask the donor to arrange for carriages and horses to pass through, so that the female donors do not have to suffer again."

"Grandmaster!"

Zheng Shiru looked shocked. He really didn't expect that in this troubled world, he could meet such a monk.

It sounds simple to support the problematic stone bridge with manpower to allow carriages to pass, but it is not easy for the people underneath to support the stone bridge, not to mention that the monk wants to protect the stone bridge from letting it pass. If the damage continues, the burden will be even greater.

"Donor Zheng, I hope it will be as soon as possible!"

The monk just replied, then closed his eyes and began to recite Buddhist scriptures.

"this……"

After hesitating for a while, Zheng Shiru quickly walked to Mrs. Qing's carriage without any further delay, "Mrs. Qing, Master Fa Hai is willing to support the stone bridge. Will the carriage and horses continue on their journey?"

"Oh? Fahai? A monk."

Mrs. Qing seemed to be interested, so she raised the curtains to take a look. On the bank of the newly restored stone bridge, the shiny bald head was very conspicuous. After taking a look, she said slowly: "Since it is the master's wish, then hurry up Make some arrangements and set off as soon as possible!"

"yes!"

Zheng Shiru bowed and spoke, and then immediately arranged for the carriages and horses to cross the bridge. The carriages and horses that had stalled continued on the road, and the first one to pass was Mrs. Qing's carriage.

Just as the carriage passed the bridge, Mrs. Qing, who couldn't restrain her curiosity, looked under the stone bridge with her beautiful eyes. When she saw the monk's very attractive face, she subconsciously let out a sigh. .

The monk seemed to be disturbed by the sound, and looked up. Their eyes met, and the two of them looked at each other and turned their eyes.

The carriage passed by quickly, and the crossed eyes soon missed her. There was doubt and surprise in the monk's eyes, and he seemed to be amazed by the beauty of Mrs. Qing.

Mrs. Qing in the carriage returned to her position, with a hint of shock in her eyes, her lips moved slightly, and she whispered: "There are such people in Buddhism, those disciples taught by the old bald donkey? Wandering monks? Could it be that he is a disciple of the Four Great Saint Monks..."

"Master, the carriages have passed."

When the last carriage passed, Zheng Shiru, who had been waiting at the bridge, quickly stepped forward and stretched out his hand to the monk who had been holding on under the bridge for nearly half an hour.

The monk seemed to have a good impression of Zheng Shiru. He smiled and shook hands with Zheng Shiru. Then he jumped up using the strength of the other person's pull, and stood firmly on the bridge.

"We encountered trouble on the road, which made the master suffer."

Zheng Shiru handed over the towel again and held an umbrella for the monk himself.

"My Buddha is compassionate and helps others, but this poor monk is just trying his best!"

The monk shook his head, not taking credit, as if what he just did was just a small thing, "Donor Zheng, can you lend me an umbrella?"

"What's the matter, Master?"

Zheng Shiru noticed that the monk was still testing the bridge with his feet, and he seemed to have thought of something, "If you need help with anything, just ask."

The monk weighed the stone slabs under his feet and said: "This stone bridge is still unstable. If no one reminds me on rainy days, the consequences will be disastrous once the carriage goes up. I want to stay here and continue..."

"Master Zheng admires his righteous deeds. Zheng can make arrangements for this matter."

A look of surprise flashed in Zheng Shiru's eyes, and then he smiled and said: "I can arrange for two guards to give a warning here. Master, don't be too busy refusing, and listen to what Zheng has to say."

"There should be something for building bridges and paving roads in Ganquan Temple on this mountain. After we enter the temple, we can ask the abbot for help. Only the master can understand the stone foundation."

"If Master doesn't go, our efforts will be in vain. Moreover, Master has been working in the rain for a long time, and his clothes are soaked. Staying any longer will be detrimental to your health. If Master falls ill, it will not be a blessing to the Buddha..."

"This... I'm sorry for bothering Donor Zheng."

The monk pondered for a moment. Zheng Shiru had already arranged for someone to guard the stone bridge. It was a done deal, so the monk could only nod.

Zheng Shiru smiled and invited: "Master, since you also want to go to Ganquan Temple, why not come with me in the car..."

"Excuse me, Donor Zheng."

As expected, one thing leads to another. After accepting Zheng Shiru's kindness once, the monk no longer refused the next overtures and followed Zheng Shiru into a carriage.

"Master Fahai is not a monk from Ganquan Temple. He travels all over the world. I think he is not from Xiangyang."

"The poor monk is indeed not from Xiangyang, he should be from Yangzhou!"

The monk's voice reached Zheng Shiru's ears, "Since childhood, I followed my master to practice hard in a temple in the mountains. After my master passed away, I stayed in the mountains until the year before last..."

The monk was a little vague when he talked about last year, but Zheng Shiru had some speculations in his mind. It was said that the year before last, Yang Guang went to the south of the Yangtze River and stayed at the Tenth Palace in Shugang, Yangzhou. The mountains and rivers near the Tenth Palace all merged into the royal forest, and the temples and temples were forbidden. It seems that this happened .

…

In front of the Ganquan Temple, carriages stopped in the courtyard in front of the temple. Zheng Shiru walked to Mrs. Qing's carriage, bowed and saluted, and whispered the news he had learned along the way.

"Fahai?"

There was a hint of interest on Mrs. Qing's lips, "Not a disciple of the Four Holy Monks? Just don't know if it's true or not? If it's true... it would be more interesting."

"Mr. Zheng, do you think what Master Fahai said is true or false?"

Zheng Shiru recalled his feelings after contacting Fahai and whispered: "Looking at it from below, his words don't seem to be false."

He didn't mean what he said. People all make mistakes in judgment sometimes.

"Yeah!"

Mrs. Qing's voice became cheerful, and she took the initiative to step out of the carriage, instantly becoming the focus of everyone's attention.

Mrs. Qing is a very beautiful woman, unusually beautiful. The most eye-catching thing is her shiny black hair, which makes her beautiful face and skin look better than snow, giving her a heart-stopping and charming temperament.

She seemed to have just woken up, and her attire was even simple, with a hint of laziness mixed with elegance and pleasantness, giving people the impression of being solemn and reserved.

But with those bright and loving eyes, coupled with her charming expression that seemed to be born with a hint of shyness, not many men could resist it.

Although her appearance lacks the thrilling shock, it has an approachable and friendly feeling, which makes people desire and obtain it even more.

"Grandmaster!"

Monk Fahai is preparing to enter the temple to pay homage to Zen Master Huixin, the abbot of Ganquan Temple, under the leadership of Zhike monk. At this time, Zheng Shiru's voice came from behind again.

"Senior brother, wait a moment."

Monk Fahai lowered his head and bowed politely to Zhike Monk with one hand, then turned to Zheng Shiru and said, "Donor Zheng... who is this?"

A most stunning beauty appeared in front of the monk, it was Mrs. Qing.

A hint of cunning flashed in Mrs. Qing's eyes, "Master, you are such a noble person who forgets things so much. How could I have just had a one-time relationship with you and be forgotten so quickly?

Monk Fahai shook his head quickly and said: "The female donor misunderstood, I just don't recognize the female donor's name..."

A trace of surprise flashed in Mrs. Qing's eyes. She found that when the monk in front of her saw her, there was only a trace of confusion in his eyes, and soon she regained her clarity. When she looked at her again, there was no trace of infatuation, and she was even more fascinated. No dirty thoughts at all.

Zheng Shiru is already considered a rare handsome man in the world, and he is wary of Bai Qing'er. But even so, when Zheng Shiru looks at her, he will occasionally show a trace of lust. This is a man's instinct.

But the monk in front of him is not without instincts, but he seems to have no evil thoughts. There is exploration, curiosity, doubt, appreciation in his eyes... but there is no such color as infatuation or lust.

Bai Qing'er subconsciously licked the corners of her lips, she felt really interesting. She knew her charm very well, and few people, or rather she had never met any man, could get rid of her so quickly.

There are countless capable people and strangers in the world, and there are not all those who are not moved by women's lust. They are similar to those non-male and non-female demons who love Longyang. If they are not in the same channel, they will certainly not be confused by the Yingui sect demons.

There are also those who have Taoism, Buddhism, great virtues, and are firm in their hearts. They can quickly wake up from their intoxication, and they still have the appearance of beauty and white bones. She looked down on these people, which was really artificial.

But the monk in front of her didn't seem to be the two mentioned above, but seemed to be of another type. He seemed to be really unmoved, which made Bai Qing'er even more curious and unconvinced. Why shouldn't he be tempted by her?

"Master's righteous deed, Qing'er is deeply grateful."

Mrs. Qing, Bai Qing'er, who is the nominal outer chamber of Xiangyang City's Qian Du Guan and is actually her superior, Yingying saluted and bowed down. When she stood up, she didn't know whether her feet were numb or because she couldn't stand firm. Oops. With a sound, he pounced directly on the monk.

Monk Fahai was about to return the gift. When he saw this, he quickly extended a helping hand, but he was very measured and just pressed his sleeves against Bai Qing'er's delicate body. After she stood firm, he took another step back and said: "Amitabha, on a rainy day It’s slippery, Mrs. Qing’er, please be careful.”

"Master, thank you for saving me again."

Qing'er saluted again, but nothing happened this time. After Fahai returned the salute, he greeted Zheng Shiru and Bai Qing'er politely, then bowed to Zheng Shiru and Bai Qing'er, and then followed the monk Zhike into the main hall of Ganquan Temple.

Master Huixin, the abbot of Ganquan Temple, is waiting for this wandering monk who helps save people.

"Mr. Zheng!"

Bai Qing'er looked at the back of monk Fahai, the expression in her eyes changed, and she had a calculation in her heart. She called Zheng Shiru softly, and Zheng Shiru lowered his head slightly and waited for the order from Bai Qing'er.

"You can check the identity of this Fahai for me, and test his origins to make sure there are no problems."

"yes!"

Zheng Shiru nodded and bowed. He seemed to have expected Bai Qing'er's behavior. When the monk showed so many outstanding qualities, he guessed that Bai Qing'er would be interested.