Jackie Chan's Adventures House Master Daolong

Chapter 199 The Buddha said: This son is destined for me

"Oh, it's so boring, Dad, shall we go back to America?"

On a huge cruise ship, Xiaoyu stood on the edge of the deck, looking at the ancient city that was fading away, talking boredly.

But the old man was seriously looking at a bloody book, and replied without raising his head: "No, the old man promised the abbot of Luode Temple to take you to visit the Luode Temple."

Xiaoyu paused, turned her head, and the expression on her face became unlovable: "Those disgusting monks? Doesn't Dad know that they have bad intentions?"

"Daddy will watch you." Dad replied and stopped talking.

The more blood-colored books in his hands looked very exquisite. This was all the magic knowledge accumulated by the Holy Blood Wizard throughout his life. No matter which mage got it, he would love it, and his father was no exception.

After all, although this is not comparable to the spell encyclopedia, it is also legendary.

"Ah, it's boring. My earphones were ripped off by my father."

Xiaoyu glanced at Wang Fan who was chatting with Chen Long again, and complained, "I don't know when Uncle Long will buy me a new one."

Luo Qing was also a little bored, he thought for a while, took out a book from the evil spirit space and read it with interest.

Then he casually took off the white bone ring on his index finger and handed it to Xiaoyu: "If you're bored, just fly around twice, but it's better to fly higher, or you will scare people."

Xiaoyu paused, turned her head and her eyes lit up instantly: "Really? Will Long Aotian dislike me? I can feel that it is conscious, not like that horse."

"It's okay, it must like you very much." Luo Qing said casually and stuffed something into Xiaoyu's hands: "If you don't believe me, ask it yourself."

Xiaoyu took it with bright eyes, and threw the ring into the sky without hesitation.

roar~
The hoarse dragon's roar resounded through the night sky, and a majestic giant dragon descended with a strong dragon power.

Wang Fan was stunned again, watching Gulong swallow his saliva, he didn't know what to say for a while.

Chen Long glanced helplessly, and continued the topic in his mouth: "Don't worry, I will tell Dad about your matter, but success cannot be guaranteed."

"Okay, but now I want to ask, is this bone dragon also a product of magic?" Wang Fan glanced at Luo Qing who was reading quietly over there, and asked Chen Long with great interest.

He wanted to ask when he was a mirror god just now, but he never had this opportunity, and Luo Qing's information was also sent to his computer through face recognition. He was also very interested in this young man who had mysteriously disappeared for five years.

"It's Luo Qing's stuff, and I don't know much about it." Chen Long was a little impatient, but the etiquette still prevented him from saying anything, he just said politely: "You can ask Luo Qing about these things, I can't decide anything for him."

Wang Fan paused, and a kind smile appeared on his face again: "Okay, then let's continue talking about the antiques. Regarding the antiques in our country, we are willing to pay the market price for recycling in Dad's antique shop, and we will contact you later."

As Wang Fan said, he couldn't help looking at the bone dragon hovering in mid-air and lowering its head slightly to the deck from the corner of the eye.

This is the legendary dragon
"Long Aotian, do you like your name?" Xiaoyu flew to Errona's head and asked enthusiastically.

The huge soul fire of the bone dragon was flickering violently, it really wanted to shake its head to express something, but when the boy on the deck raised his eyes, he couldn't help but pull up his body.

It doesn't want to respond now, it's just a vehicle with no emotions, abominable evil spirit, one day.
Time passed quickly, and when the sky turned white, the cruise ship had already sailed along the river to the location of Mount Hua.

In fact, it is not slow to travel in the water, and Dad and the others are not in any hurry, so they simply play along the way.

During this period, Wang Fan disembarked. No matter how he is, he is the manager of the Fengdu area. It is not very good to leave his post without authorization.

"The scenery here is still very beautiful, and it's a different style from America." Chen Long said with some emotion.

Wang Fan's departure made him feel relieved. How to put it, even if Wang Fan is very kind, it is still comfortable to get along with him, but an official is always an official, and Chen Long is actually not that relaxed.

Luo Qing put down his book, rubbed his eyes, and said hello: "It's so early, Uncle Long, is Xiaoyu awake?"

"Not yet, have you read the book all night?" Chen Long replied, seeing Luo Qing looked a little tired, he asked in surprise, he thought Luo Qing got up early, but who would have thought that he didn't sleep.
"I'm used to it." Luo Qing responded gently, and suddenly his face became condensed, and he looked at Jiang Mian: "What is that?"

Chen Long turned his head and looked over. On the broad river, a small wooden boat was floating towards this side at a leisurely pace.

At such a long distance, it is difficult to find this small wooden boat that can only carry one person, but the aura of justice on the wooden boat is very conspicuous.

That is the aura of extreme seniority. It has only been three months since the recovery of magic power, and it is already considered a top powerhouse. Even three months ago, the people on board might be able to compete with Daolong.

"Looks like a small boat?" Chen Long frowned and said, "No, it's too dangerous. If the small boat approaches the big boat, it will capsize if you are not careful. I have to go and talk to the captain."

Speaking of which, Chen Long hurriedly walked to the cabin.

Luo Qing frowned, a monocle emerged from his left eye, and the Holy Eye of Order opened, staring closely at the boat that was less than 200 meters away.

dong dong dong.
A somewhat familiar voice sounded, Luo Qing frowned slightly and already had a guess, and the holy eyes of order also analyzed the small wooden boat in an instant, and read the information on the boat.

[Name: Xingzhong.

Race: human.

Strength: Senior.

Order: Good reputation, is a good warrior.

Evaluation: A leader in the age of doomsday, his firm belief makes his martial arts unstoppable, doomsday is the tragedy of all geniuses, even older warriors, it seems that his journey has just begun, and it seems that it has come to an end. 】

Turning off the holy eyes of order, Luo Qing's eyes were thoughtful, isn't martial arts completely lost?This is Shaolin?

"Chen Long, where are you going? A guest has come to find Dad, and you need to prepare hot tea."

At this time, the voice of the old man sounded, and there was some displeasure in it. After arriving in Huaguo, the old man was in a bad mood. After all, there are too many memories and unwillingness here.

Just bringing up some memories casually can make him feel very emotional, not to mention the secret and disappearance of Master Fang, which makes the old man's mood very complicated.

"But Dad, with the course of that small boat, the people on it may be in danger." Chen Long said a little anxiously.

"That's Dad's friend, he won't sink even if the cruise ship sinks, so let's get ready." Dad waved his hand as he spoke, and walked slowly towards the edge of the deck.

Chen Long paused, feeling a little helpless, well, it's because he hasn't changed his mind yet: "Okay dad, I'll get ready now."

The old man glanced at Luo Qing who was thinking about it, and said calmly to Jiang Mian: "Come up when you're here, or the old man will go back."

As soon as the words fell, a smiling voice sounded from the opposite side: "Old haha, long time no see."

Along with the words, there was a bald man wearing rough linen. This old man was a bit muscular, and he didn't look as weak as his father's previous friends, giving him a vigor and vigor.

This made Luo Qing feel a little silent, Mr. Wen, the abbot of Luode Temple, and the disciples in front of him. Why are all of Dad's friends bald?What kind of trend is this?

"Yeah, it's been 30 years. Before Dad left, Dad's master still hasn't left." Dad said with a sense of loss, looking at the great rivers and mountains around him, feeling like the sea has changed.

The smiles on the faces of the crowd faded a little, he glanced at Luo Qing solemnly, a golden light flashed across his body, he flew close together with the small wooden boat, and landed on the deck of the cruise ship almost without a sound.

"Reincarnation of life and death, this is a fixed number, so be careful."

The crowd slowly got off the boat and came to the old man with a smile on his face again and asked, "Won't you introduce this little benefactor? His condition is very special."

"Hello, my name is Luo Qing." Luo Qing introduced himself gently, and at the same time looked at the monk carefully.

There are actually many rumors about Shaolin Temple, but without exception they all inherit its power. Luo Qing has also read many records about Shaolin Temple, and its history can even be traced back to 2000 years ago.

It seems to have a certain connection with the Buddha in Tianzhu.

"The poor monk's Dharma name is Xingzhong." Xingzhong also introduced himself with a smile: "He is the last abbot of Shaolin."

"I'll talk about the greetings later, what do you want with Dad?" Dad interrupted the upcoming greetings and asked.

The white eyebrows of the crowd drooped, and they asked a little unhappy: "Old haha, what do you mean?"

The father looked at the crowd with calm eyes, and he just said sadly: "My teacher gave me a dream yesterday."

The crowd was stunned for a moment, then he patted his father on the shoulder, and said with emotion: "It happened so suddenly back then, no one had time to support, and who would have thought that someone would dare to attack the number one in the world at that time on Mount Tai."

Dad shook his head indifferently: "It's okay, my teacher is voluntary."

He glanced at Luo Qing, and calmly changed the subject: "So what are you doing here this time?"

The crowd fell silent. He looked at Jiang Mian in a daze, and said after a long time, "Xingfan is gone."

The old man was startled, and the already indifferent look on his face became even more indifferent. Has another old friend left?
"It's always getting old, all the friends of a generation are almost gone, it's a pity"

The crowd looked at the old man and said with emotion: "I'm coming soon, no, I heard that you are back, and I want to see you. After all, people who can talk can be counted with a slap."

The old man turned his head, the indifference in his eyes caused some waves, he closed his eyes: "You still have a chance, after all, the magic power now."

The crowd raised their hands lightly, interrupting the old man's words, and the tone was still full of emotion: "Don't comfort Laohaha, martial arts is different from law. I have practiced martial arts for a lifetime, and I know my upper limit."

"Come and sit with me more when you have time, and also see the younger generations of Shaolin."

The old man was silent, he had some doubts, whether he shouldn't come back, although the hometown is kind, but it carries too much.

"Father, get ready."

Chen Long's voice sounded, attracting the two old men who were in a state of disappointment.

"This is." The crowd turned their heads and asked in surprise.

"My nephew Chen Long, you haven't seen him before." The old man walked towards the tables and chairs in Class A, where there is not only tea, but also a hearty breakfast, both Chinese and Western.

The crowd took a look at the old man, then resolutely and quickly overtook the old man's footsteps, and walked up to Chen Long for a closer look.

Before Chen Long greeted him, he said eagerly: "Amitabha, nephew Chen Long, I see that your bones are amazing, are you interested in joining my Shaolin?"

Daddy:.(°ー°〃)
Chen Long:.(°ー°)
Luo Qing: Ah this
"Oh, old monk, what are you doing?" The indifference on the father's face was broken, and he roared very unhappy.

The crowd ignored the old man's intentions at all, and eagerly said to Chen Long who was in a daze: "With your talent in martial arts, three years, no, two years, you can enter the official stage, and at most five years, you can reach the senior level. Even a great warrior or martial artist can't think about it."

"Don't hesitate, nephew, now that the demon energy is recovering, you can definitely become a strong man."

Chen Long was still a little confused, and subconsciously replied: "Me? But I don't want to be a monk."

"Amitabha, this is really a wise choice!" The crowd interrupted Chen Long with a smile.

Resolutely grabbed Chen Long's arm, and walked towards his own boat: "Since you agree, nephew, then let's go, don't worry, I will teach you everything I have, and your Dharma name will be called."

Chen Long:? ? ?
"Oh~ Didn't you hear Chen Long say that he didn't want to?" The old man became angry immediately, this old monk has already taken him over, so everything is really related to Buddhism, right?
A dried puffer fish appeared in the father's hand, and with a wave of his hand, a green barrier immediately blocked the walking route of the crowd.

The crowd paused, their old faces drooped, they turned to look at their father, and resolutely accused: "What's the matter with you, old haha? My nephew agreed, you can't restrict other people's freedom, now is a society ruled by law!"

The old man looked at the crowd with some indescribable words, and held back for a long time before he could say: "You are more shameless than before, old monk."

The crowd was stunned for a moment, and there was a trace of solemnity on their faces: "Amitabha, this son is destined for me. As long as he enters the Buddhist gate, his future will be bright."

"There is no need to discuss this matter, he can't become a monk." The old man said resolutely.

"Old haha, this is your fault. Children have their own way to go, and elders can't decide other people's lives according to their own preferences." The solemnity on the faces of the walkers was broken, and they said very dissatisfied.

Chen Long: (°ー°〃)
He said weakly in a daze, "That...Master, I don't want to be a monk."

As soon as the words fell, the old man's expression softened. Only Chen Long and his uncle were left in their lineage. Although this was not a problem, he really couldn't imagine Chen Long shaving his head and wearing cassock.

But before the old man could say anything, the crowd immediately became more confident: "Listen, my nephew agreed again. He said he wanted to become a monk. Do you still want to stop him, you stubborn old fellow?"

"Oh, you are a bald head with deaf ears." The old man said angrily (▼ヘ▼#): "Do you want to fight with the old man?"

The crowd paused, feeling the oppressive aura on the old man's body, and said decisively: "Fight, fight, if we have the ability, let's compare the chanting."

"Oh~ I didn't expect you to become more and more shameless. How can you be worthy of the Buddha?"

"Why are you sorry for the Buddha, haven't you heard it? The Buddha said: This son is destined for me."

(End of this chapter)