death of hope

Chapter 211 "Corporate Warrior" (127) Rude Monk
Hearing the joke from the outsider, the young monk looked very displeased:

"The benefactor wants to entertain the Sa family, so he first asked the Jiedao in my waist if he would agree."

Johnny Blazer couldn't laugh or cry: "Oh my God, this guy is really a monk, and he's so ruthless."

Lodayev stuck out his tongue: "The folk customs of New Vegas are tough, and it is right to do as the Romans do."

The young monk's anger gradually increased: "You guys look bad, are you spies sent by the gang! Tell me!"

"Little master, don't be angry, my friends just like to joke, there is no malicious intention."

Mehmadi respected the monks very much, clasped his hands together and said, "Don't make fun of him, he is a monk who guards the monastery full-time, so it is understandable to be rude."

The mercenary Brunhilde deliberately joked: "I have watched cartoons, monks, right? They know martial arts, can fly over eaves and walls, and can also play turtle qigong. Little master, let's show my sister a set of boxing techniques."

"Shut up! Stupid woman!" The monk's face was blackened with anger: "You...you watch too many children's movies, don't you!"

A vicissitudes of life voice came from a distance: "Kong Zhi, who are you arguing with?"

"Who is speaking?"

Out of a soldier's intuition, the mercenary Oleg put his hand on the handle of the gun vigilantly. Lynch and Johnny also did so at the same time. They felt that the voice came from a strong man.

Following the direction from which the voice came, everyone looked up and saw a dark-skinned, leopard-headed, ring-eyed, ferocious old monk descending from the height of the winding stone stairs, with a dirty gray beard branching like wire. with.

"master."

The monk clasped his hands together and saluted the old monk respectfully; then he turned and gave Shaft a hard look:
"Master, you don't know something, these benefactors have nothing to find fault with, it's purely unreasonable trouble!"

"Don't get me wrong, these distinguished guests are the benefactors of our monastery, and it was they who repelled the gypsy bandits."

Johnny asked: "You are the abbot of this small Jinsha Temple...Master Fang Gan?"

"It's the old man."

Everyone looked at each other in dismay, feeling incredible,

The local people spoke highly of Master Fanggan, saying that he is a living Buddha who came to the world and Bodhi is coming again.

I thought this man was an old monk with white beard and hair, a kind face and a kind face, but unexpectedly he was born so vigorous and strong, he looked like a ruthless man.

The old monk said: "Outlanders, it's you... who overthrew the bandit bastards outside?"

Lynch thought: (Why is this monk full of foul language?) and said:

"Yes, we are corporate warriors and mercenaries."

The old monk widened his eyes:

"Only nine people... defeated the large army of the Gypsy Vagabonds, what a hero!"

"It's not that exaggerated. We have air supremacy and professional fire directors."

"Hey, it's different when a big company makes a move. It's not throwing bombs, it's throwing money."

Master Fang Gan looked enviously at the electromagnetic sniper rifle in Lodayev's hand, and then at the worn-out and rusty old-fashioned rifle in his disciple's hand, and shook his head helplessly:

"Equipment upgrades are too fast, our small guns are already outdated!

And... the military accomplishments of the monks are not enough, they are much worse than professionals like you, some things can't be done by working hard, you still need professional counterparts. "

As soon as these words came out, Lynch's impression of the old monk changed immediately.
This person has a ferocious face, rude words, and looks not very intelligent, but unexpectedly, he has great wisdom and sees everything very clearly.

Some people always think that going to the battlefield is a sewer profession with infinitely low barriers to entry, and only losers who can't find a job will join the army.
This is purely ignorant conjecture by a layman, the truth is quite different,

Complicated military theory courses can pass 7% of the people, and the physical fitness test is more stringent.

Courage is a higher challenge,
Most people are instantly dumbfounded when they hear the bullets whistling past their ears.

To be able to fight calmly in the hail of bullets, training alone is not enough, and extraordinary talent is also required.

Strong, agile, intelligent, decisive.

Among the many civilizations in the Milky Way, human beings are especially good at war and have the largest and most professional armed forces.

Obviously, these mercenaries and corporate fighters who came from afar are the best among them.

Lynch put down Sigdrifa, who had injured her toe, and carried her to a big rock to rest. The old monk immediately noticed her.

"Oh, it's you, Goldilocks. I saw it in the binoculars. You let the kid go, but he almost killed you."

"I don't regret doing that."

The old monk stroked his rough gray beard and said with a smile:
"Girls don't give way to men, armed with weapons, harvesting wicked people like walking in a courtyard, what's more, they are not lost in endless bloody killings, and their benevolence is still there. This is the best way."

Speaking of this, a trace of sadness flashed in the old monk's eyes: "Girl...let me recall...my master, Master Xiyuan, who set himself on fire on the top of the tower to attract the attention of the bandits and cover the escape of the young monks in the backyard."

Lynch lowered his head slightly to express his condolences, and said, "We have all heard about the tragedies of Dajinchan Temple and Master Yanyuan, please mourn."

"People say that this planet is hopeless, the Crusader knights...and the missionaries of the Star-Moon Sect...are giving up this planet one after another, and we are the only ones who stick to it to the death. Isn't it too stupid?"

"This proves that your faith is stronger and your practice of Buddhism is higher." Lodayev said.

"Haha, the benefactor Miao Zan, I'm just a wine and meat monk,
At the beginning, he went to Dajinchan Temple just to make a living. Reading Buddhist scriptures was like reading heavenly scriptures. It was only because he was righteous and liked to meddle in other matters. He was good at wielding spears and sticks, so he was promoted by his master as one of the guardian monks head. "

"It seems that Master Yuanyuan has picked the right person. If it weren't for you, the Buddhists in New Vegas would have been driven out."

"Haha, I can't stand this kind of praise, I'm afraid I'm going to drift off after hearing too much."

Johnny Blazer liked this old monk with a lot of quack habits very much, shook hands with him and said:
"Master Fang Gan, our mission is to rescue your temple, and now it seems that we have overfulfilled it. Roma, the leader of the gypsy homeless gang, has been burned to charcoal by satellite rays."

"Ha, well done! That animal deserves it! He wants to gain power! I don't know which sect of evil sect he believes in!"

God!The people of New Vegas...what a life! "Wang Hongye sighed: "Fortunately, I came in time, otherwise I dare not think about the consequences..."

The old monk Fang Gan clasped his fists and said: "Thank you heroes for your help. On behalf of Xiaojinsha Temple, I thank you all. It's a pity that our monks are poor and there is nothing to thank."

Johnny Blazer said: "The sandstorm is coming again, we will stay in your temple for a few days to heal and rest, and wait for the company to send a spaceship to pick us up."

"Let's go, benefactor, this way please, the simple dishes and light meals have been prepared, I hope you don't feel disgusted."

(End of this chapter)