Martial Arts Master

The "challenge" of Dahang Temple is a bluestone square with a length and width of more than 300 meters. On the surrounding edges stand a pagoda with mottled vicissitudes of life. There are wooden structures and stone casts. They all exude purity, compassion, tranquility and ease. The fluctuations converge in the center, giving off a little radiance, like the arrival of the Buddhist Kingdom, which even makes the audience living on the tower further away calm down and forget about the world.

It is conceivable that once a warrior steps into this area, his mind will be greatly affected and his spirit will be disturbed.

This is Daxingji’s home field advantage!

Halfway up the four pagodas, there is a monk in red cassock sitting cross-legged on the glazed tiles. He may be old or middle-aged, he may look like a dead tree, he may have a ruddy face, he may hold a magic circle, or he may hold a long soft black whip. .

They are all eminent monks from the Bodhi Temple of Daxing Temple. They sit here to prevent the aftermath of the battle or "derailed" fireballs from destroying the pagoda. You must know that the relics of the masters of the past are placed inside!

Because of this, Daxing Temple does not need to consider whether the home stadium is unusable. Whatever the condition of the Qingshi Square is, it can be repaired.

"Fighting in a place like this always feels disrespectful to the bones of our predecessors. What does Daxingji think..." Lou was standing by the window of the meditation hall that served as the visiting team's locker room, looking out at the "Buddhist Pure Land".

Ning Zitong put her hair up, revealing her slender neck without any neck wrinkles, and chuckled:

"Everything is empty. How can you be a monk if you care about this and that? And isn't it always the tradition of monks to rely on the relics of our ancestors?"

"That's right." Lou Cheng looked back and took out his mobile phone.

It seems that I am just a layman, not so enlightened!

At this time, in the simple and plain home team locker room, Zhijing, a knowledgeable monk, knocked on the door and entered, folding his hands and saluting:

"Abbott, the supervision desk is urging for the list of players."

Because there were drones filming along the way, Fayuan, who looked haggard and had droops at the corners of his eyes, mouth, and nose, did not bring a bunch of paper signs to maintain his image as a divine monk.

But this did not affect his communication with others. Shishan smiled slightly and sat cross-legged opposite him, less than five meters apart.

After another period of staring silence, Shishan stood up and said:

"Let's just let it happen today."

"Let it happen... these words have profound meaning." "King Ming" Zhihai thought about it seriously.

He also has a nickname on the Internet, called "Elder Tang", which means he is as handsome and "dumb" as Tang Sanzang. He is deeply loved by "goblins" and can't wait to swallow him up.

Shishan glanced at him and sighed helplessly:

Hey, it seems that I am the only one in the outer gang of Daxing Temple who is relatively normal...

He tore up the paper next to him and wrote the names of himself, the abbot, and King Ming respectively. Then he mixed them up a few times and asked the monk Zhijing to draw them.

Zhijing stood with one hand in front of her chest, like a poor woman who was afraid of being raped. While silently muttering "I didn't think about anything", "I didn't think about anything", "I didn't think about anything", she reached out and took out the first A Wai Gang appears.

He unfolded it and saw the word "Fayuan" and hurriedly pronounced the Buddha's name in a low voice:

"Master Abbot."

Immediately afterwards, he took out the second Wai Gang, showed a circle and said:

"Junior Brother Zhihai."

Ever since, the order of appearance of Daxingji Temple was decided by chance:

Divine Monk Fayuan, "super-grade" Zhihai, "living Buddha" Shishan - Zhihai currently has the title of "super-grade" and can be crowned when submitting the list.

The substitutes include "Fire Dragon" Wang Xiaoshuang and others.

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In the visiting team's locker room, Lu Yan changed his clothes, looked around and said:

"It is undeniable that without Optimus Prime and the Dragon King for the time being, our strength is slightly inferior to that of Daxing Temple. Since we are challenging the strong with the weak, we must assume the posture of challenging the strong with the weak."

His words sounded like rational analysis, but also seemed to be secretly stimulating Lou Cheng. Before the other party could speak, he stared into the eyes and said:

"How will you fight when the weak versus the strong are one on one?"

Lou Cheng deliberated for more than ten seconds and said:

"Analyze the specific situation carefully. If you don't know the opponent well enough, then you must first roam and fight, observing and waiting while consuming. Once you have the opportunity, seize it immediately and strive for combos. If it doesn't work, quickly distance yourself and repeat the previous process. .”

"This is basically the truth. Now, let's extend it to the overall situation." Lu Yan nodded slightly, "In fact, the difference between the three Wai Gang of Daxing Temple is not too big. Any order of appearance is possible. We don't know enough. When the opponent comes to line up, they start to roam and fight, and their energy is consumed one by one. In this regard, 'Luo Hou', you will do your part."

"No problem." Ning Zitong replied with a smile.

"After the 'fight', you seize the opportunity to explode. I'm not as good as you in this regard." Lu Yan looked at Lou Cheng and admitted frankly, "As for the final response to different developments due to different circumstances and circumstances, I at least ate two or three more After ten years of experience, I still have more experience than you."

Coach, do you want to say that you are getting stronger as you get older? Lou Cheng chuckled secretly and made a complaint, while on the surface he nodded seriously:

"good."

After the arrangements were made and the list was submitted, there were still twenty minutes before the game started. They were either exercising, recuperating their body and mind, or looking for new encouragement from afar.

Lou Cheng put away his cell phone with a satisfied look on his face and was about to close his eyes and adjust his breathing when he suddenly heard Guo Jie next to him asking in a low voice:

"If you were to play a game with Divine Monk Fayuan, 'Super Grade' Zhihai, and 'Living Buddha' Shishan, what would you do during the conversation? What are the differences between them?"

Hey, when did the "Wu Chi" talk so much? Lou Cheng turned his head in surprise and saw Guo Jie looking out the window, his thoughts flying, as if he was thinking about the situation when he encountered Fa Yuan, Zhi Hai and Shi Shan because he could not play.

"Uh..." Lou Cheng pondered for a moment and said, "I have never met Divine Monk Fayuan and 'Ming Wang'. I don't know much about him. It's hard to say. If I meet 'Living Buddha', during the conversation, I will, um, I will report The names of the dishes, steamed lamb, steamed bear's paw, steamed deer tail, roasted duck, roasted chicken, roasted goose..."

The guy looked like a foodie at first glance, and he was the type who used to eat meat but is now forced to become a vegetarian. The name of the dish hit his target!

Just when Lou Cheng was proud of his flash of inspiration, Guo Jie turned around and asked doubtfully:

"Did you study cross talk before?"

Otherwise, why would the name of the dish be so smooth?

"..." Lou Cheng was stunned, and it took him a long time to reply, "I've always preferred to listen..."

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In the middle of the night in Cannes, seeing that the game time was approaching and the seconds were ticking, Yan Zheke simply turned on the computer and looked for information.

Well, calm down while doing the report!

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In a dormitory of Songcheng University.

He Zi pushed open the door and saw Yan Xiaoling applying facial cream.

"Xixianxian, come and comfort me! I told them before that I used my facial cream very quickly recently and was too diligent. As a result, they laughed at me and made me laugh..." Yan Xiaoling deliberately exaggerated in her childish voice.

He Zi glanced at her: "It's not that your face is big, it's that your face is fat. You have gained a lot of weight recently."

"...Old Tie, this hurts my heart..." Yan Xiaoling said dumbfounded.

"That's not the point. The point is what kind of cream do you put on at two or three o'clock in the afternoon?" He Zi looked puzzled.

Yan Xiaoling deliberately sighed and said: "Hey, wasn't it because I was too nervous last night and had insomnia before falling asleep at six or seven in the morning? I was forced to get up by Jin Jin to eat at noon. Her skin condition was not good and she was very sleepy. Thinking about it Make a facial mask, put on some cream, eat something, and then go straight to sleep until tomorrow morning!"

"Why are you nervous?" He Zi asked curiously.

"Isn't this the senior who finally faces the most outstanding warrior of this generation, 'Ming Wang' Zhihai? I can't help but feel a little nervous..." At this point, Yan Xiaoling suddenly jumped up, "The competition, the afternoon competition, I forgot about the afternoon It’s the game! I forgot about it in my sleep!”

Seeing her hurriedly looking for the computer to turn on the computer and looking for live broadcast websites, knocking the book off and hitting her head from time to time, which made her tears well up in pain and made a mess. He Zi sighed helplessly and whispered to herself:

I also forgot...

Those who are close to the vermilion are red, those who are close to the beautiful are blocked...

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At 3:10 in the afternoon, the shadow of the pagoda on the Bluestone Square began to lengthen, covering it with a layer of golden color. The referee walked to the center and waved to the locker rooms on both sides, signaling that the game was about to begin.

"It turned out to be Divine Monk Fayuan." Ning Zitong glanced at the list, then pushed the door open with a smile on his lips.

"Why does Sister Ning look so happy and enthusiastic..." Lou Cheng muttered to himself in confusion.

Lu Yan, who was standing next to him, moved his lips slightly and gave an explanation:

"This is one of her great hobbies. She always tries to break the silent chants of Divine Monk Fayuan during conversation time."

Why do you look like a little girl... Lou Cheng felt funny for a while.

But then again, after he attained the mastery of his mind, the monk Fayuan's closed-mouth chant should also be perfected. Is there something wrong in the middle?