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Chapter 101 Ninth Grade Master ([-])

Zang Yuan glanced at Li Sansi, whose mouth was big enough to hold a coconut, and there was a bit of self-satisfaction on his chubby smiling face. , "This is a gun fired with the accurate method of concealed weapons. The accuracy and speed of its firing are enough to make the army of any country ashamed. Let me show you below. The Tibetan Scripture Pavilion is specially designed to adapt to the grenade fired by concealed weapons."

"And grenades?" Li Sansi felt that his current expression was a bit idiotic.

Zang Kong took out an oval-shaped flat object with some lines, which looked a bit like a Tongluo cake, dark and without any luster.

Zang Yuan explained, "This is the basalt bullet. It is a weapon widely used by our monastery monks. Although its power is ordinary, it can receive very good effects when used with the hidden weapon technique of our Dalin Temple. It has become one of the best weapons selected by our Dalin Temple every year, and it is also one of the most feared weapons by the enemy."

Zang Yuan stepped forward to take the basalt bomb from Zang Kong's hand, which looked like a black egg yolk pie sandwich, and gently weighed it in his hand, "It was a product five years ago, but because of its good use and convenience Uniqueness, let it become a generation of classics, produced by our Cangjing Pavilion, it must be a boutique!"

With a strong hand of Zang Yuan, the upper and lower tops of the "Egg Yolk Pie" were pushed down.

"Whoosh! Whoosh!" Suddenly, two blades popped out like a switchblade, startling Li Sansi.

"Look, the best weapon of the year is so powerful!" Zang Yuan swung his hand back, and then threw out the basalt bullet in his hand. The basalt bullet crossed the blue lake below, and spun rapidly in the air in an arc, bringing The whistling sound produced by cutting the air rushed straight towards the woods opposite the crystal clear freshwater lake with astonishing momentum!

Although the shape of the basalt bullet is destined to be very suitable for being thrown, it is not easy for a throw like Zangyuan to be able to span an entire lake and reach this point. At least if Li Sansi throws it If so, it may be good enough to only throw one-third of the distance from this lake. I thought that although he was the host of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, he was also a civil servant, but I didn't expect that he looked chubby and pampered. The Tibetan source who looks like Maitreya Buddha is very skillful.

It seems that in this Dalin Temple, anyone who just finds out is a master.

The basalt ball was thrown like a yo-yo, making a buzzing sound through the air, the sharp blade cut through several large leaves, cut off some branches and fell down, hidden behind the dense forest.

Li Sansi looked at the basalt bullets that had disappeared, and wondered if the classic weapons of the Dalin Temple’s Sutra Pavilion were only as powerful as this, and even the land mines he saw on TV in mine warfare were more powerful than this. When it was fired, the buzzing sound of basalt bombs flying in the air suddenly increased again, there was a wave of shaking in the sea of ​​leaves, and there was another sound of crackling and falling large branches, and the basalt bombs flew suddenly. Out of the woods, straight into the lake.

"Pound!" There was an explosion, and the lake water was blown up to three feet high, like a fountain, with some mist.

Li Sansi really had no words to say. The basalt bomb flew out like a heat-seeking missile, but unexpectedly flew back backwards and exploded on the lake. There are ripples and waves on the entire lake surface.

"How? The purpose of our Sutra Pavilion is to provide members with the best equipment. As for how to use it, how to use it to use the power to the best and hit the enemy more powerfully, this is what everyone needs to use. People with these weapons will continue to learn the target." Zang Yuan's lips kept opening and closing, making Li Sansi feel as if he was facing a penguin.

"Gui Li, I'll take you to the training ground again, and then you can decide whether you have the determination and perseverance to persevere."

The two walked along the beautiful lake as if they were strolling. The jungle was sparse, and there were some squirrels and hares from time to time, wandering around, poking their heads out to look curiously at the two walking along the lake.

"I've always wondered, aren't you monks? How can you still eat meat, or KFC?" Li Sansi turned his head and looked at Zang Yuan who was walking side by side with him. He is not short, he is taller than Li Sansi who is 1.7 meters eight.

"Hehe, you mean Yitong, the third guardian monk of Dalin Temple. That guy likes to eat fried junk food. To be exact, even Shaolin in the Tang Dynasty omitted the prohibition of alcohol and meat. , why can't we be flexible, the monks in Dalin Temple are like the army, the daily training intensity is so high, how can it be possible not to eat supplementary food such as meat, not to mention that you have thousands of people to drink water? Countless bacteria are in the water cup, do you still need to recite the scriptures before drinking water? It is so troublesome, it is better to give up. The true meaning of our Dalin Temple Buddhists does not change, but only understand where necessary work around."

Zang Yuan looked at Li Sansi, with a mischievous smile on his face as if a four-year-old snatched a three-year-old's lollipop, "I will tell you another secret that is not a secret, except when you have to wear uniforms, such as training, such as testing. At other times, you can wear whatever clothes you want, you are completely free, and regarding the issue of shaving your head, not everyone needs to shave your head. For ordinary disciples, it is completely up to you personal will."

"Shit! I was tricked by that old monk again!" Li Sansi was so indignant that he almost went back to find the monk in Wuxi to settle the score.

"The eight monks I met when I first entered the door were quite powerful. It turns out that the one who loves KFC is called Yitong. It seems that it should be a few generations after me, and he can be called Shishu."

Zang Yuan hurriedly interrupted him, "Don't talk nonsense, Dalin Temple doesn't value anything, the only thing is that the relationship between seniority and hierarchy is quite strict, 'one', 'rong', 'round' and 'return' among the disciples, you Anyone who meets them is called Senior Brother. Among the people in the name of "Leo", "Wu", "Jie", and "Zang", those who meet the generation below the word "Jie" are called Shishu, while those above the generation of "Wu" are all some Qualified old monk, you are all called Shizu."

"It's really complicated." Li Sansi really wanted to wipe off his sweat now.

"Exactly who are selected in the Ninth Rank Master List you mentioned just now, from now on, I will work hard to defeat those people, right?"

"Now is not the time to show off brute force. Even if you defeat all the ninth-rank masters, if you can't pass a series of knowledge assessments, you can't become a Tantric successor!"

"I know, I know, it's almost like an exam." Li Sansi should not be afraid of exams anymore.

There was a strange feeling in Zangyuan. This Li Sansi didn't seem to care about these most difficult knowledge assessments. You must know that many monks themselves are confident in challenging ninth-rank masters, but when it comes to knowledge assessments, They were just like dead balls, lying on the side with their heads downcast, a few families were depressed and some were worried.

And this Li Sansi didn't ask too many questions about the exam at all, as if he was quite confident in the knowledge exam, which was quite the opposite attitude from those monks before.

The child in front of him, wearing a loose monk robe, might become a new generation of tantra inheritor, and that was his dream for many years.

"Actually, you have already seen a ninth-rank master. When you first entered the temple, Yiyun who intercepted you was a ninth-rank master. How do you feel?" Zang Yuan paused, "The list of ninth-rank masters is changed every year. Every time when the successors of Tantric Buddhism are assessed, the challengers will challenge the ninth-rank masters one by one. If you defeat the fourth-rank masters, but you are defeated by the third-rank masters, then you will become a new generation of fourth-rank masters, and the elders will award you Your corresponding position and responsibility, Yiyun, was that in the assessment last year, you defeated the previous ninth-rank master Zangfa, jumped to the throne of the ninth-rank master in the temple, and was awarded the head of the Eight Dharma King Kong by the Presbyterian Court .”

"It's no wonder that the other seven people respected that man yesterday. It turns out that he is the head of the unbelievably named King Kong!" Li Sansi suddenly realized, "It's just that they still have communication devices like microphones, which are really advanced!"

"The Bafa King Kong of the Protecting Temple is a quick-response force. They have the most advanced equipment distributed by our Sutra Pavilion. They are the first-hand force to resist the threat of outsiders who want to tamper with the temple and protect the temple. I heard how many more do you have?" If you are capable, you can resist Yi Yun's moves."

Li Sansi shook his head, full of discouragement, "I just took advantage of his underestimation and some subtle ways, but in the end, I was still caught."

Li Sansi felt a little desperate. In the state of stream of consciousness, he couldn't even threaten that Yiyun, let alone defeat the nine masters in a short period of time and be promoted to the successor of Tantric Buddhism.

You can't be so depressed, you can't give up hope, your parents, Su Zixuan, Lin Qing'er, they are all looking forward to their return, Li Sansi keeps encouraging himself in his heart, and the fragrance of violets spreads in his heart.

He thought of when Su Zixuan's sports car climbed uphill, the sun shone through the car window and shone on her face, and he could carefully distinguish the tiny fluff with light on her beautiful face, the most beautiful picture in that autumn.

He thought of Lin Qinger's two-storey villa, the fragrance blowing through the osmanthus bushes outside and blowing into the window sill, and then turned into Lin Qinger's faint body fragrance, the smell of first love, and the two people's solidified love. The scene of the kiss in time, everything is beautiful and serene, in Li Sansi's mind, it converges into a beautiful fairy tale splashed and dyed.

Is the life in the past really too far away from me, so far away that even the memory smells musty, a hazy atmosphere covering a large area of ​​the sky, turning yellow into the rising sun every winter and spring with sunset?
The wild grass is growing luxuriantly, the lake reflects the color of the blue sky, and the slightly moist and sweet sea breeze blows on the face. All these real and clear senses remind me that I am not in a dream, but something , Some changes that are destined in fate, in the blink of an eye, at the moment when I don't want to believe it but I have to believe it, it really happened.

In the past, my life was like the lake in front of me that was so clear that I could see the fish swimming in the bottom. I thought it would be peaceful and rich and would never change. Century, vicissitudes.

"It doesn't matter, but the defeat in the top ten martial arts, as long as you persevere, you will surpass him one day!" Seeing his eyes dimming, Zang Yuan quickly comforted him.

"Yeah, I can surpass him." Li Sansi clenched his fists tightly, "But what if it will be a few years, decades later? After surpassing him, there are eight masters in front of him, each of whom is stronger than the other. How much time will it take to surpass them one by one? Go back to the previous world, return to Haishan City, I'm afraid of myself, I don't have much time anymore.?"

Zu Yuan bowed his head and remained silent. He himself was such an example. He desperately pursued and studied desperately, in order to be able to leave this deserted island one day, but in the end, the distance from the original expectation was still too far away. So far away that now he has settled down to the normal heart of living here forever, and he will be buried on this unnamed isolated island, guarding his home for the rest of his life, Dalin Temple.

A burst of noise came, breaking the silence between the two of them.

Li Sansi followed the voice and looked over.

Teams of monks each carried a pair of thick logs, and ran back and forth on the plum blossom piles surrounded by wooden piles with a radius of 100 meters. It was already enough to carry nearly two hundred catties of wood. The monks were able to keep their balance, but now these monks were still jumping on the stakes one by one, as if they were walking on the ground.

In the past, I just saw how powerful martial arts are on TV, but most of them have gone through artistic exaggeration. Now Li Sansi has seen this kind of martial arts that is not suppressed by performances. It is the first time that Chinese martial arts has been promoted. And profound admiration.

"This is the balance and accuracy of training. From now on, if you want to go out on this deserted island, you must accept my more rigorous training, even, it is not strict, but strict!" Zang Yuan looked for a moment. There is no better way to comfort Li Sansi.

"I accept." Li Sansi raised his head, his eyes full of determination, "I accept your training, and I will work hard to become the successor of Tantric Buddhism!"

"Heir of Tantra? Hey!" The monk who supervised a group of monks just now walked towards the two with a smirk on his face, "Boy, are you new here?"

Li Sansi turned his head to look at Zang Yuan next to him. The monk walking towards them didn't seem to take him as the host of the Sutra Pavilion seriously. Zang Yuan didn't get angry and kept smiling.

"You're not mean, boy," the monk pointed to the monk who was bouncing back and forth on the plum blossom pile, "they, they, all want to be the inheritors of Tantra, but in my opinion, they don't It’s not even qualified, it’s up to you, Zang Yuan, did you bring it up?”

"That's right, Brother Jiewu, his name is Guili, he is a disciple hand-picked by the abbot, and he is now receiving training here." Zang Yuan looked at Li Sansi, gritted his teeth, "Please give him the strictest training!"

Li Sansi also smiled slightly when he saw the hard work in Zang Yuan's eyes.

The middle-aged monk named Jie Wu said to Zang Yuan with a half-hearted smile, "Don't worry, I will treat anyone you introduce, and I will never let you down!"

Zang Yuan looked at Li Sansi with complicated eyes, put his hand on his shoulder, "Take care!"

After saying that, he turned and left without looking back, leaving behind Li Sansi whose eyes had also become firm, and Jie Wu who sneered at his back.

(End of this chapter)