Martial Arts Master - Chapter 768

[Chapter 116 Shut up]

“Mr. Lou?” Auman, who had come earlier with a basket, saw Lou Cheng’s strange expression, and shouted nervously.

Lou Cheng snapped back to his senses, put down his phone, squeezed out a smile and said:

“Just put it down, go get what you want to eat.”

Auman adhered to the professional creed of never opening his mouth when he should not ask, smiled and nodded, turned and left.

Lou Cheng picked up a quicksand bag, took half a bite, was about to flip the page with one hand, and glanced at the comments under the headline news, but saw “Queen Luo” Ning Zitong wearing a white tracksuit with a towel around his neck, came in full of energy .

“Have you just eaten?” Ning Zitong greeted with a smile, then remembered something and said, “The ‘Dragon King’ won’t be able to return until next week. He will do restorative training. We still have to rely on us for the second round.”

How long will it take for “Dragon King” to return to the club?

Lou Cheng breathed a sigh of relief, subconsciously touched the corner of his mouth that was still in pain, and said lightly:

“Sister Ning, I’m fine!”

“Is there really no problem? That is to go north to Zhaofeng and challenge Daxing Temple!” Ning Zitong asked with a half-smiling smile, pulling a chair and sitting down.

I rub it, I forgot that the opponent in the next round is Daxing Temple, and it is their home court!

Lou Cheng was stunned for a few seconds, then pretended to be indifferent:

“I’ve been looking forward to it for a long time.”

Daxing Temple belongs to a strong force capable of competing for “No. 1 in the world”. Although it is slightly inferior to the Dragon Tiger Club and the Shangqing Sect in external evaluations, it should not be underestimated. The abbot, the god and the monk Fayuan are the generation of their own masters, and they are now fifty. Seventh, he practiced the “shut-mouth mantra”. He has mastered his mind. He has won two titles in the past. Although he is old, he has a solid foundation. “King Ming” Zhihai is the most outstanding representative of the new generation of warriors. Obtaining the titles of “Super Quality” and “King” is expected to create an era of its own. “Living Buddha” Shishan masters the “mystery of reincarnation”, accumulates from generation to generation, and is spiritually terrifying. It is the most difficult to deal with without a title.

This is almost the main lineup of the two “super first-class” powerhouses. At the beginning, the combination of “Dragon King”, “Luo Empress” and “Optimus Prime” could still beat them by half. After making up for it myself, it was a little short after all, the two sides were on the same level, and now the “Dragon King” is recovering from the injury, the opponent is at home, the difficulty can be imagined!

“You’re in a good mood.” Ning Zitong took a normal bowl of noodles from his assistant and said with a chuckle, “At that time, you can play to your heart’s content, it’s not our home game anyway, you can dismantle it as you want. Destroy as much as you want.”

When will this joke be played?

Lou Cheng slandered and deliberately changed the subject, “Sister Ning, why do you eat such a small bowl of noodles?”

The size of a normal person’s rice bowl is not enough for me to stick between my teeth!

“There are still several bowls in the back.” Ning Zitong ate a lot of noodles without making any noise, and pointed to the assistant who was waiting in front of the noodle window.

“Why don’t you get it together? It’s so easy to use that kind of pot.” Lou Cheng casually replied.

Ning Zitong rolled his eyes at him:

“Noodles don’t taste good enough for too long, and you think I’m the type of person who eats with a big pot?”

image, understand?

image!

I am someone who eats from a big pot… Lou Cheng was speechless for a while.

…………

Zhaofeng City, Bodhi Mountain, Dahang Temple.

Zhijing, the acquaintance monk, stepped into the abbot’s temple, and bowed to the monk Fayuan, who was sitting on the futon, and said:

“Abbot, there is something to report.”

Fa Yuan is wearing a yellow monk’s robe and a red cassock. He is described as withered. The corners of his eyes, mouth, and nose are all drooping, but there is not the slightest wrinkle on his face. See yourself.

As soon as Zhijing finished speaking, he stretched out his hand and accurately took out one of the stacks of paper signs placed beside him, and placed it across his chest.

On it are written two large ink characters and a question mark that stretches as far as possible:

“What’s the matter?”

Zhijing has long been accustomed to this mode. Who told his abbot to practice “shut-mouth meditation”? He considered the language and said:

“Abbot,

The reporters who came today strongly request to interview you, but they are directly connected to Haizili.

”

What’s wrong with those guys, don’t you know what it means to shut up?

Fa Yuan didn’t have the slightest strange expression, as if he had known it for a long time, his eyes showed a bit of compassion, he took a blank sign, and scribbled a few words:

“Let Shishan and Zhihai go, Lao Na still has homework to do.”

“Yes, Abbot, I will go to Zhihai and Shishan immediately.” Zhijing took a closer look and folded her hands together.

The corner of Fa Yuan’s mouth twitched slightly, and he took out another one from the stack of signs, which read:

“I want supper, I want supper, I want supper.”

Zhijing’s eyes were wide open, and she froze in place.

Fa Yuan raised his brows, as if he understood something, he hurriedly threw the brand away, and drew a new one. There was a cloud on it:

“Lao Na asked Shishan to help sort things out before.”

No wonder… The abbot wrote this content ahead of time, and he still understands Shi Shan’s character very well… Zhi Jing suddenly realized.

Fa Yuan nodded lightly, and pulled out a new sign from the original position:

“Goodness is goodness.”

This word is slightly ugly, like a child’s graffiti, and it is not the same style as just now.

“Then the disciple left first.” Zhi Jing held back a smile and saluted.

Fayuan picked up the top sign and said in six words with rigorous structure and grandeur:

“Namo Amitabha.”

When Zhijing exited the meditation room and closed the door, Fa Yuan hurriedly waved his sleeve robes, rolled up the signs, and let them fall down to show their respective contents.

Glancing at it, he saw the printed “funny” expression, the emoji “(???_??)”, etc., and his lips moved a few times, almost opening.

…………

After leaving the Abbot’s meditation room, Zhijing looked at the sky, and walked around the kitchen with ease. As expected, he saw the fat and tall “Living Buddha” Shishan staring inside, swallowing saliva, as if he couldn’t wait.

“Junior Brother Shishan, the abbot has something to order.” Zhijing said with a smile.

“What’s the matter?” Shi Shan didn’t turn his head.

“Let you go to the interview, by the way, you help to inform Junior Brother Zhihai.” Zhijing went straight to the topic.

“No time.” Shi Shan said with a big hand when he smelled the fragrance of the steamed buns coming out of the cage.

Zhijing put his hands behind his back, took two steps, and said with a smile:

“This time the reporter has a lot of background. We have prepared a lot of tea and fruit snacks to entertain, all of which are the best choice.”

“Where?” Shi Shan suddenly turned around.

“Mingxin Courtyard.” Zhijing endured but did not laugh out loud, “they first wanted to interview the abbot, who are these people, don’t you know the abbot’s practice of closing his mouth? By the way, Shishan, why did he practice his mind? Do you have to cultivate a closed mantra? Haha, of course, you don’t count, you are senior, senior, senior.”

Shi Shan’s fleshy and slightly “swollen” face showed a bit of sigh and said:

“There must be gains and losses, um, he is well-informed, and it is better to keep his mouth shut.”

“Why?” Zhi Jing looked curious.

Regardless of whether the abbot or Shishan, he has never used his xintong in front of his peers.

“You really want to know?” Shi Shan asked back with a strange expression.

“Think!” Zhi Jing nodded quickly.

Shi Shan’s voice became low and said:

“I definitely want to know about this kind of thing, what is there to dare, what is this greedy ghost doing?”

Zhijing’s face changed, and he waved his hands in a panic:

“I-I didn’t think so!”

Shishan’s mouth twitched slightly and continued:

“Amitabha, he really can, can really hear what I have in mind… That’s okay, I secretly scolded him so many times as a glutton, saying he doesn’t look like a living Buddha at all.”

Zhijing opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but in the end he couldn’t speak.

Shi Shan kindly helped him and added:

“I’m going! I’m going away!”

Before he finished speaking, Zhi Jing lifted up his sleeve robe, covered his face, and left in a hurry.

“Look, at such a time, do you really hope that I will practice the ‘shut me’?” Looking at Zhijing’s back, Shishan shook his head and smiled, not at all angry because the other party often slandered himself in his heart.

He waved his monk robe and turned to the Bodhi Temple. As soon as he entered the gate, he saw the “Ming King” Zhihai standing under two Bodhi trees.

The world-famous young monk wears a white robe, has a handsome baby face, and often smiles at the corners of his mouth, giving people the feeling of sunshine, cheerfulness, politeness and closeness.

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At this moment, he was looking at the top of the Bodhi tree, deep in his thoughts, not knowing what he was thinking.

Shishan didn’t try to listen to the words of the other party’s heart. This is not only his own restraint, being able to let go and withdraw, not to indulge, but also the other party’s spiritual and spiritual cultivation.

When “He Xintong” first came into being, he, who still had the playful mentality of young people, once heard the “ideas” of Senior Brother Zhihai, and found that he belonged to the kind of person with one mind. No distractions.

Of course, there are times when he thinks a lot, such as now, but because of his tyrannical spiritual cultivation, he can only listen to generalities and lack details.

Sensing the entrance of Shishan, Zhihai retracted his gaze, turned his head, and revealed a smile like the sun shining through the clouds and said:

“I suddenly felt a little disgusted with myself just now.”

“What do you hate?” Shi Shan asked in cooperation.

“I can explore profits, colors, and all kinds of things, but I only care about the name. I feel ashamed for a while.” Zhi Hai shook his head and smiled, as if he was talking about other people’s affairs.

“Since you’re already caught in it, it’s better to experience it to the fullest.” Shi Shan replied sharply.

“Why?” Zhihai frowned slightly.

“Explore and explore, where will it come from?” Shi Shanzhuang said casually, “The abbot asked us to go to Mingxin Academy for an interview.”

Zhihai nodded thoughtfully and followed Shishan to Mingxin Academy.

When it was over, they first went to the Abbot’s meditation room and reported their passing.

“Come on, it’s more convenient.” Zhihai smiled and said kindly to Shi.

“Okay.” Shishan walked over to the monk Fayuan and found a futon to sit down at random.

The meditation room was immediately clean. After a few minutes of staring at each other, Shishan patted the monk’s robe, stood up, and broke the silence, saying to Zhihai:

“The report is over.”

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