Chapter 970 The Little Monk at Dalin Temple

Chapter 970: The monk of Dalin Temple

Meng Daleng wondered: "What is this Dalin Temple and what is that Dalin Temple? Why do I get more and more confused the more I listen to it?"

Zhang ǎohuā smiled and said mysteriously: "Follow me."

As he said that, Zhang ǎohuā took Meng's hand, and the two of them led the horses, walked past the gate of Dalin Temple, and walked up the mountain road toward the back mountain.

Behind the mountain is a dense forest, with chirping birds chirping from time to time. As the two walked among it, a sense of peace filled their hearts. Meng glanced sideways at Zhangǎohuā, Zhangǎohuāhe, pig, pig, island, novel ww When zhuzhuda was in touch, he looked at her with a smile. Meng pursed his lips and put his head sideways on Zhangǎohuā's shoulder. Zhangǎohuā put his arms around Meng's waist, and the two of them walked closely together. The road in this mountain.

The warm time is always short. Just when Zhangǎohuā and Meng hoped that this road would go on forever, they came to a mountain spring. "Are you thirsty?" Zhangǎohuā asked softly in Meng's ear. .

"If you're not thirsty, don't talk. I just want to hear your heartbeat."

Zhang ǎohuā smiled, but before he could finish smiling, he raised his eyebrows and raised his eyes to look at the mountain road in the distance. Meng Shushu had his eyes slightly closed, but when Zhang ǎohuā raised his eyes, she His eyes also opened. At the end of the mountain road in the distance, within a moment, a group of bald monks ran over. They looked like they were no more than ten years old.

This team of monks is strange. What they perform under their feet is the common light skill in the world. But when they perform it, their arms are open, and each of them is carrying a huge bucket about the same height as them. The bucket's The bottom is also different from usual, both are pointed.

The monks came towards Zhangǎohuā and the others, but they all looked straight at them without even looking at them. They walked straight to the spring. Each of them threw the bucket in his hand into the spring and filled two full buckets of water. Then he stretched out his arms as before, holding the two buckets in his hands.

"This..." Zhangǎohuā and Meng were shocked when they saw this. The bucket was quite big. The water could be filled with it. Is it possible that it weighed hundreds of kilograms? These ǎo monks were only in their teens, and they also held the bucket at shoulder level. How could they do it without the strength of their hands, which weighed hundreds of kilograms?

Zhangǎohuā and Meng looked at each other in surprise. These monks looked like the lowest disciples of Dalin Temple. Carrying water must be their daily homework. As the saying goes: "You can see a leopard in a tube", just looking at ǎo With the monk's skills, you can know how rich the famous Dalin Temple is.

"ǎoMaster,

Is Dalin Temple in front? "Meng hurriedly asked the last ǎo monk.

Unexpectedly, the ǎo monk just looked sideways and ignored him. He held the bucket in both hands and turned straight away. "This ǎo monk is really ignorant," Meng said softly.

The monk seemed to hear it, and his ears twitched slightly, but at this moment, perhaps because of distraction, or maybe the edge of the mountain spring was slippery, the monk's foot slipped, and his whole body fell into the spring.

However, even so, the monk's two hands still held the two buckets tightly. It was just like this. The two buckets weighed hundreds of kilograms. For a moment, the monk was unable to adjust his balance and fell into the mountain spring. , and at this time, it was already too late to let go.

"Ouch~" Seeing that Monk ǎo was about to fall into the water, she screamed out in her sleep and moved slightly, trying to save her. But before her scream could hit the ground, she saw the familiar figure of Zhang ǎohuā, like a A wisp of light smoke drifted towards the monk. Before the monk could notice it, a hand grabbed the back of his neck and lifted him up from the mountain spring. Then his body fluttered again and landed on the mountain. The monk and the two buckets in the monk's hands are like feathers

Zhang ǎohuā's move was very fast. When the ǎo monks in front of him heard Meng's exclamation, they turned around and saw that Zhang ǎohuā had already brought the ǎo monk to the ground. The ǎo monk was slightly dazed, and soon a smile appeared on his face. He wanted to put his hands together to say thank you, looked at the buckets in his hands, and nodded apologetically to Zhangǎohuā. Then he looked at the group of ǎo monks in front of him, raised the corners of his right eyebrows, and then stopped. After speaking, he got up and chased the ǎo monk in front.

"This ǎo monk? Why don't you say thank you?" Meng said dissatisfied: "Although it was not a life-saving grace, it did not make him drown."

Zhang ǎohuā knew that Meng was still a little wary of Dalin Temple, so he complained and said with a smile: "Didn't you see that all these ǎo monks were silent? Even that ǎo monk was about to fall into the water, and he didn't say anything, and Look at the buckets with pointed bottoms, and it seems that they are not allowed to stop. Hey, didn’t you see that ǎo monk frowning just now, didn’t you mean to let us follow?”

"Oh, that's it." Meng pursed her lips and smiled. Then, she smacked her lips again and said, "ǎohuā, hehe, your Qinggong is indeed not good. It's far behind Senior Sister Chen Chen. You will have to do it in the future. I am working hard to cultivate my inner strength. Alas, the world is so dangerous, and I still need to rely on you to protect me."

"Ah?" Zhang ǎohuā was stunned and explained unjustly: "Meng, then who can I compete with? Why should I compete with Senior Sister Chen? She is the direct disciple of my family, and now she is the inheritance disciple. It is said that, If nothing else happens, I will be in the position of Master Jinggang now. How can I... how can I compare with her? "

"Hehe, then... how about competing with Senior Sister Kong? Comparing with Yu Yan?"

Zhang ǎohuā was speechless and could only pat his own arms and said: "I know, those are the examples I want to follow Ma Chai. The leader has already given me the internal skills and mental methods. When I practice well, I will ask you for advice." "Xiangjiao's peerless Qinggong"

"Shh~" Meng stretched out a finger and put it on Zhangǎohuā's mouth, blocking what he wanted to say, and said with a smile: "Don't ask me for advice. My Qinggong is not as good as yours. If you follow I learned it, but I still don’t know how to harm me.” Then he looked at the ǎo monk who was walking away, and said, “Why don’t you learn from these ǎo monks? Practicing arm strength, on the one hand, it seems that I also practice Qinggong.”

Zhang ǎohuā pinched his chin and said: "That makes sense. The Qinggong of Chuanxiang Sect is very naughty. It seems that it is practiced by women. You should learn from Dalin Temple. There is always some masculinity."

"Bah" Meng spat: "If that's the case, why should I be chased for thousands of miles by Senior Sister Chen?"

Then, he looked in front and said with a smile: "Let's go, don't talk anymore, if you don't go, those group of monks will go far away."

Zhang ǎohuā looked at Meng and smiled sweetly. The two of them hurriedly chased after the group of ǎo monks.

Although the monk ǎohuā was young, he walked very fast. It seemed that he often practiced here. When Zhang ǎohuā walked through a mountain col, three forked roads appeared. The three roads were exactly the same, there was no difference, and the group of Monk ǎo has long since disappeared. "ǎohuā, look." Meng frowned at first, and then smiled in the middle of the road: "You don't help people for free. You can get rewards in just a moment."

When Zhang ǎohuā looked carefully, sure enough, there were slight water stains left on the roadside.

"Haha, this ǎo monk is quite interesting." Zhang ǎohuāmō said with a pinched nose: "He didn't even ask us why we came to Dalin Temple, he just pointed out the way."

"Hey, what are you doing? Do whatever you like. Do you think Dalin Temple will be afraid of you? Don't feel too good," Meng sneered.

"That's true." Zhang ǎohuā nodded: "The leader asked me to be a disciple of the Dharma protector, but he didn't even ask about my original sect. Isn't that the case?"

"Okay, let's go." Meng pulled Zhangǎohuā's hand, and the two took the middle road.

Although there is a horse riding, Meng still likes to hold the lover's hand like this, step by step, as if this is the only way to feel at ease.

After walking for another bag of cigarettes, the mountain road gradually became smoother and wider, and a whole piece of bluestone paved the road. On the mountain wall not far to the left, a smooth platform was carved out, with a smooth platform on it. There is a triangular pavilion, and at this time there is a tall monk with a shiny head, holding a crescent shovel in his hand, standing on it.

When the monk heard the sound of horse hoofbeats and saw Zhang and Hu, he frowned slightly and did not come down. He shouted loudly: "The two donors who are traveling around the mountains and rivers are in front of a forbidden place for Buddhists. If you can’t move forward, please go somewhere else to play.”

After hearing this, Zhang ǎohuā also shouted: "Master, I would like to ask, is this the location of the famous Dalin Temple in the world?"

"Huh?" When the monk heard this, he immediately became alert. He jumped down from the platform and landed on the stone wall. He used the force of his feet to catch cicadas in eight steps and came to Zhang ǎohuā.

"Two donors, why are you asking about Dalin Temple? Are you here because of its reputation? Or do you want to be famous?"

Zhang ǎohuā was stunned and asked curiously: "If you want to be famous, why come to Dalin Temple?"

"Hehe, ǎo Donor, no one speaks secretly. Everyone in this world knows that I, Dalin Temple, are the most merciful. Anyone who comes to Dalin Temple to challenge me will be greeted with a good face and will not harm you. If you are lucky and can defeat one, you can say that you defeated the monk of Dalin Temple when you return to the world. Wouldn't your reputation spread? Come back in two days”

Zhang ǎohuā suddenly realized and said with a smile: "This great monk has misunderstood. We are not the people you said..."

"I didn't say that, so why are you here? This place is not something ordinary people can come to," the great monk said before Zhang ǎohuā could finish.

Zhang ǎohuā smiled bitterly, pointed at the dream, and said: "Then... Great monk, look at my senior sister dressed like this, don't you know our origins?"

"What's so strange about dressing up like this?" The great monk waved his hand when he heard this: "The poor monk has been patrolling here for several years. Every day, women come dressed as disciples of the Incense Sect, but which one is real? ? Don’t do any tricks like fish eyes and pearls."

"Ah???" Not to mention Zhang ǎohuā, even Meng was shocked. They never thought that someone would pretend to be a disciple of the Incense Cult.

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