Chapter 973 Welcoming Bell

Chapter 973 Welcome Bell

Monk Kong Jianǎo felt his arms were sore and numb, and he could hardly hold the copper hammer in his palm. He was shocked in his heart. This was the first time he encountered this situation. Immediately, his Qi Dantian was transported, and an internal force was transported to the meridians in his hand. He forced himself to hold the copper hammer steady in his hand, then gritted his teeth again, with a trace of cruelty in his eyes, and when he struggled with his arms, he was shaken.

But at this moment, Zhang ǎohuā seemed to know that he had to use more force. The Prajna heavy sword in his right hand lightly flicked, and with a "woo" sound, Kong Jian's copper hammer hit the empty space, and the copper hammer could not hit anything. , and immediately flew away...

"Ah?" Kong Jian was shocked when he saw Zhang ǎohuā blocking his copper hammer. But just now Zhang ǎohuā hit his own arm with a sword with one arm. Sore and numb, Kong Jian is even more surprised. Now, Kong Jian can only block his copper hammer with horror. This sword embryo must weigh at least several thousand kilograms, which should be about the same weight as one of his own copper hammers. , Monk Kong Jian saw that even the monk himself could not make the copper hammer lift so easily, so how could he not be surprised when he saw Zhang ǎohuā easily pull out the epee from the copper hammer, as if it was a piece of straw?

However, seeing the copper hammer flying away from his hand and the horror of the disciples around him, Na Kongjian gritted his teeth again and reached into his arms to take out something. At this moment, a clear voice sounded: "Song Jian, what are you doing?"

The voice was not loud, as if the speaker was still far away, but it sounded very clear, just like talking in Ren's ear. As soon as Kong Jian heard it, he immediately took out his empty hands from his arms, clasped his hands together, and said respectfully: "I've seen you before." Brother Kongchan.”

"Bang, bang" two muffled sounds, it was Kong Jian's two copper hammers that fell to the ground.

"Kongjian, you didn't work hard in the martial arts field or go to the meditation room to read Buddhist scriptures, but you came to the mountain gate to do the mountain gate?" This sentence is different from the previous one. Listening to the voice, he has already come closer, Zhang ǎohuā Looking up, in the mountains not far away, a monk in his forties wearing moon-white monk robes was standing there, looking at him expressionlessly.

"Senior brother, I was practicing martial arts in the martial arts field, but when I saw an alarm signal in front of the mountain gate, I came over to take a look. I didn't expect that someone came to my Dalin Temple to have trouble. Hehe, Senior Brother Kongchan, This man is powerful, look at it, my copper hammer has been knocked down, it is the senior brother who is going to show up." After seeing the report, Kong couldn't help but laugh a little, thinking it was just showing off his cleverness.

Sure enough, senior brother Nakong Chan shook his head slightly, ignored it, turned around and said, "Poverty monk Kong Chan of Dalin Temple, I wonder why the donor is sāoluàn in front of my door at Dalin Temple?"

"Haha, after beating the older generation, here comes the older generation. After beating the older generation, here comes the older generation again." Zhangǎohuā was annoyed because he was repeatedly delayed. He sneered and said, "I am Ren Xiaoyao, a disciple of the Dharma Protector of the Incense Sect.

I accompanied me, Senior Sister Mo Yugong Zixia, to Dalin Temple to deliver invitations. I didn’t want us to meet each other with courtesy, but you, a disciple of Dalin Temple, repeatedly blocked it. I really don’t know which family’s rule this is. Is it possible that Ren Mou must break into Dalin Temple? , would it be better to tear apart the harmony between the two families? "

"Preaching the Incense Sect? Dharma Protector Disciple??" When Nakong Chan heard this, his face changed drastically and he said angrily: "Kong Jian, is what Ren Shaoxia said true?"

Seeing his senior brother being angry, Kong Jian stuck out his tongue and whispered: "That's what he said, but...but I have never heard of Chuanxiang Sect having any guardian disciples, and...and at this time, Chuanxiang Sect is leaving Aren’t the disciples of the Xiang Sect still young? They must be fake.”

"You..." Kong Chan said angrily: "Since people treat each other with courtesy, of course our Dalin Temple must treat each other with courtesy. If you act like this, you have lost the face of Dalin Temple. Isn't it true that Ren Shaoxia is a preacher of incense? , you have lost etiquette. Go to the Discipline Hall and accept your punishment, otherwise I will report this matter to the abbot."

"Don't...brother, please calm down. I...I'll go to the Discipline Hall right now. Please don't tell the abbot, senior brother."

Kong was shocked. While begging for mercy, he found the two copper hammers and ran down the mountain road.

"Young Master Ren, please forgive me. This is my youngest disciple in Kong's generation. He has always been naughty, but...he is talented and intelligent and has innate supernatural power, so...haha, if he is at fault, I will apologize on his behalf." Kong Zen said that he put his hands together and bowed.

"Where, where?" Zhangǎohuā saw Kong Chan's humility and said with a smile: "Young and energetic is the nature of young people, I understand."

"That's good," Kong Chan said with a smile, "However, Ren Shaoxia said that he is a disciple of the Incense Sect, which is indeed a bit confusing. Even the poor monk is suspicious, so I also ask Ren Shaoxia to show his token."

"Um...Uncle Master, I have Shaoxia Ren's token..."

The disciple who just took away the waist badge slowly walked out of the crowd and raised the waist badge.

"Absurd" Seeing that Ren Xiaoyao had indeed taken out the token, Nakong Chan did not dare to neglect, and flew down from the mountain in one leap. The moon-white figure was like an eagle attacking a rabbit, whizzing down, with that momentum and that The posture is quite different from the Qinggong of Chuanxiang Sect. The body cannot fall to the ground. Kong Chan just grabs his hand, and the belt card flies out of the disciple's hand with a "swish" sound and falls directly into Kong Chan's hand.

"Dragon Controller" several low-level disciples whispered, their eyes full of envy.

Kong Chan took the waist badge in his hand, inspected it carefully, handed it to the disciple just now, and scolded: "Disciples of the Chuanxiang Sect, take out the waist badge, why didn't you send it to the temple earlier? Are you still here?" What’s happening here?”

"Uncle, please calm down, it's just a matter of time to see uncle..."

Before the disciple could finish speaking, Kong Chan waved his hand and said, "Stop talking nonsense, hurry up and take him to the temple and present it to the abbot. I will count you as making amends for your fault."

"Yes." The disciple didn't dare to neglect, turned around and ran down.

Afterwards, Kong Chan said with a smile: "Dalin Temple has the same reputation as your sect, but it is not as famous as your sect. It has a large protective formation and can avoid the harassment of lay people. I come to my Dalin Temple gate every day to become famous." , but there are more than one or two, so the patrolling disciples are really... haha, they have neglected Ren Shaoxia, they have neglected Zixia... girl."

"It doesn't matter." Dreaming that Zhangǎohuā was repeatedly blocked, he felt unhappy and said: "Although our Incense Sect is protected by a large array, we treat the disciples sent by other men to worship the mountain with courtesy..."

Kong Chan smiled bitterly, raised his hand to greet each other and said: "Your sect and our sect have been in love for thousands of years. Haha, if I say too much, I will be offended. Please invite Miss Zixia, Ren Shaoxia, and poor monk to accompany you two into the temple."

Zhang ǎohuā nodded, and the two of them followed Kong Chan down the mountain path.

Below the mountain road is a very wide open space. At the end of the open space is an ancient temple built on the mountain. The simple building, the distant atmosphere, and the faint smell of incense indicate the extraordinary nature of the temple. .

In front of the temple, there are many monks dressed in different colors of clothing, dancing with guns and nòngbāng, playing boxing, or gathering together to discuss their experiences. It is a lively scene.

By the time he reached the middle of the square, Zhang ǎohuā had already seen that on the plaque on the main gate of the temple, there were three ancient characters written "Dalin Temple". Each gesture contained a different artistic conception, which was similar to the large characters on the archway of Piaomiao Villa. Generally majestic

"Dang, Dang, Dang...", a melodious bell rang, and all the disciples practicing martial arts in front of the temple were surprised. Only then did the monks notice Zhangǎohuā and Meng who had walked to the middle of the square, with confusion in their eyes. Everyone immediately packed up, some quickly walked into the temple, and some found a place to stand.

"Miss Zixia, Shaoxia Ren, this is the welcoming bell of my Dalin Temple, specially designed to welcome distinguished guests..."

Meng's face was covered by white gauze, and his expression could not be seen, but there was a smile on Zhangǎohuā's face, which made Kong Chan feel at ease. Kong Chan was a second-generation disciple of Dalin Temple, and he naturally knew about the Incense Sect. Seeing him Meng's waist card has determined that this is the authentic messenger of the Incense Sect. He came here under the order of the leader of the Incense Sect, but his own Dalin Temple stopped him. If it spread to the world, it would be a laughing stock, so he couldn't Impatient to make amends, of course, he was also muttering in his heart at this time: "How can the disciples of Chuanxiang Sect Mo Yugong appear in the world at this time?"

After more than ten welcome bells rang, the gate of Dalin Temple was opened, and an old monk wearing cassocks, with white beard and eyebrows, and a short stature strolled out. Behind him was a similarly dressed man with a tall figure. But he was much taller. As the two monks appeared, some monks of different colors followed behind him, holding wooden fish and other objects in their hands. It seemed to be a very solemn ceremony.

Seeing the two old monks in front of him, Zhang ǎohuā had a strange look on his face. He didn't recognize the one in front, but wasn't the one in the back none other than Master Chang Geng, the law enforcement elder of Dalin Temple?

"Miss Zixia, Shaoxia Ren, in front of me are Master Changxing, the elder of the Luohan Hall of Dalin Temple, and Master Chang Geng, the elder of the law enforcement hall of the Discipline Hall. Please come and see me."

Kong Chan introduced, leading the two people forward.

Before they could come closer, Zhangǎohuā and Meng both clasped their fists and saluted each other, greeting each other as descendants, and said: "Zixia and Ren Xiaoyao, who are junior students in the Xiang Sect, have met Master Chang Xing and Master Chang Geng."

When Master Chang Geng saw Zhang ǎohuā, he was slightly startled, thinking that he looked familiar, but then he smiled and clasped his hands in return. Master Chang Xing laughed and said: "The Chuanxiang Sect has not been in the world for a long time, and we have no chance to meet Jingyi." Master, how have you been doing in the past five years, Master Jingyi?”

"Master Changxing, my leader is well. This time I came here just to send an invitation to Dalin Temple, inviting Dalin Temple to come to our Relic Fragrance Peak to participate in the martial arts conference," Meng raised his head and said.

Then Zhang ǎohuā went up, took out the yù slip from his arms, and handed it over.

"Martial arts conference? Go to Yixiang Peak to participate in the martial arts conference??" Not only Master Changxing was surprised, but also the monks nearby who could hear this sentence were shocked. However, before Master Changxing could ask questions, Zhang ǎohuā came up , and Master Changxing saw that it was Zhangǎohuā who handed over the yù slip, not Zixia. Master Changxing was stunned, then glanced at Zhangǎohuā, then turned to look at Master Changgeng, and said with a smile: "It seems that Jing Mrs. Yi is still brooding about what happened in the past..."

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