Martial Arts Master Chapter 116: Close mantra

"Mr. Lou?" Ouman, who had arrived earlier, yelled anxiously when he saw Lou Cheng look strange.

Lou Cheng suddenly regained consciousness, put down his phone, and forced a smile:

"Just put it down, go get what you want."

Uman upholds the professional creed of never talking about things that shouldn't be asked, smiled and nodded, turned and left.

Lou Cheng picked up a quicksand bag, took a bite, and was about to flip the page with one hand. After looking at the comments under the headline, he saw "Luo Queen" Ning Zitong in white sportswear with a towel around his neck. Come in tremblingly.

"Just eat it?" Ning Zitong smiled and greeted, and immediately remembered something, "'Dragon King' will not return until next week to do restorative exercises. The second round of the game still depends on us."

It will take some time for "Dragon King" to return to the club? Lou Cheng breathed a sigh of relief inexplicably, and subconsciously touched the corner of his mouth that was still sore, and said briskly:

"Sister Ning, I'm fine!"

"Really no problem? It's going to Zhaofeng to challenge Daxing Temple!" Ning Zitong asked with a smile, and then took a chair and sat down.

I wiped it, I forgot that my opponent in the next round was Daxing Temple, and it was their home court! Lou Cheng was stunned for a few seconds, pretending to be indifferent:

"I have been looking forward to it for a long time."

Daxing Temple is a powerful force that has the ability to compete for "the best 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 and monk are far from the generation of their own masters. Now there are seven out of fifty. He cultivates the "closed mantra". He has a great heart. He has won two titles in the past. Although he is old, he has a strong foundation. The "Ming King" Zhihai is the most outstanding representative of the new generation of martial artists, less than 28. At the age of 10, he has already obtained the titles of "Super Product" and "King", and is expected to create an era of his own. "Living Buddha" Shishan has mastered the "Mystery of Reincarnation", accumulated from generation to generation, and spiritually terrifying. .

These are almost two "super-first-class" main lineups that strengthen the momentum. At the beginning, the combination of "Dragon King", "Luo Queen" and "Optimus Prime" could beat them by half. After Long Zhen left, regardless of the coach Lu Yan still made it up by himself. After all, it was a little bit worse. The two sides were on the same level. Now that the "Dragon King" is recovering from his injury, the opponent is at home. The difficulty can be imagined!

"You have a good mentality." Ning Zitong took a normal bowl of noodles from his assistant, chuckled and said, "When the time comes, you can play as much as you want. Anyway, it's not our home game. , Destroy as you want."

When will this terrier play? Lou Cheng's belly sneered 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 to stuff my teeth!

"There are still several bowls behind." Ning Zitong ate a lot of noodles without making a squeak, and pointed to the assistant waiting in front of the noodle window.

"Why don't you get them together? It's much easier to use that kind of basin." Lou Cheng said casually.

Ning Zitong gave him a white look:

"The noodles are not tasty enough to be left for too long, and do you think I am the kind of person who eats with a big pot?"

Image, understand? Image!

I'm the one who eats with big pots... Lou Cheng was speechless for a while.

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Zhaofeng City, Bodhi Mountain, Daxing Temple.

Seng Zhijing, a known guest, stepped into the abbot’s monastery and bowed to the Fayuan monk sitting on the futon:

"Abbot, there is something to report."

Fayuan was wearing a yellow monk's robes and a big red robe. He described the withered. The corners of his eyes, mouth, and nose were all drooping, but there were no wrinkles on his face. His eyes were kind and calm, deep hidden, everyone looked at it. , I can only see myself.

As soon as Zhijing’s voice fell, he stretched out his hand to draw out one of the piles of paper signs placed next to him, and stretched it across his chest.

On it are written two large ink-colored characters and a question mark that stretches everything out:

"What's the matter?"

Zhijing has long been accustomed to this model. Who told his abbot to practice "closed mantra", he considered the words:

"Abbot, the reporter who came today strongly requested to interview you, but they went straight to Haizili."

What's wrong with those guys, don't you know what a closed mantra is?

Fa is far from a strange look, as if he has already known it, his eyes are a bit sad and compassionate, he took a blank sign and brushed a few words:

"Let Shishan and Zhihai pass, Lao Na still has homework to do."

"Yes, the abbot, I will immediately go to Zhihai and Shishan Junior Brother." Zhijing glanced closely and folded his hands together.

Fayuan's mouth was tickled, and another one was drawn from the pile of signs, which read:

"I want supper I want supper I want supper."

Zhijing's eyes opened wide, and she was stunned.

Fayuan stretched his brows, as if he understood something, he threw away the sign and drew another one. There was a cloud on it:

"Lao Na asked Shishan to help organize it."

No wonder... The abbot has written this content in advance, and he still knows the disposition of Junior Brother Shishan well... Zhijing suddenly realized.

Fayuan nodded slightly, and pulled out a new brand from the original position:

"Good is good."

This character is a bit ugly, like a child's graffiti, which is not the same style as before.

"The disciple left first." Zhijing suppressed a smile and saluted.

Fayuan picked up the top sign and used a rigorous structure with six words:

"Nanwu Amitabha."

When Zhijing exited the monastery and closed the door, Fayuan waved his sleeves and rolled up the signs, letting them fall separately, presenting their respective contents.

A glance over, he saw the printed "funny" emoticons, saw the Japanese characters "(???_??)" etc., his lips moved a few times and almost opened.

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Out of the abbot’s meditation room, Zhijing looked at the sky and walked around outside the kitchen. He saw the fat and tall "living Buddha" Shi Shan staring inside, swallowing his 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?" Shishan didn't turn his head.

"Let you go for an interview. By the way, you can help tell Junior Brother Zhihai." Zhijing went straight to the subject.

"No time." Shi Shan gestured his hand, smelling the scent of steamed buns.

Zhijing took two steps with his hands behind his back, and laughed:

"This time the reporter has a big background, we have prepared a lot of tea and fruit snacks, all of which are the best choice."

"Where?" Shi Shan turned around abruptly.

"Mingxinyuan." Zhijing did not laugh, "They wanted to interview the abbot first. Who are these people? Don't you know that the abbot practiced the closed mantra? By the way, Shishan, why did they practice him? Xintong, do you have to practice the closed mantra? Haha, of course, you don’t count, you are the predecessor, the predecessor."

Shi Shan's face full of fleshy and slightly "swollen" sighed and said:

"If there is gain, there must be loss. Well, he has a great heart, and it is better to have a closed mantra."

"Why?" Zhijing looked curious.

No matter the abbot or Shishan, he has never used his heart in front of the same door.

"Do you really want to know?" Shishan asked with a weird expression.

"Yes!" Zhijing nodded quickly.

Shishan's voice became low and deep said:

"I definitely want to know about this kind of thing, what I dare not, what is this greedy ghost doing?"

Zhijing's face changed, and he waved his hand in a panic:

"I, I didn't think so!"

The corners of Shishan's mouth twitched slightly, and he continued to speak:

"Amitabha, he really can, can really hear what I say in my heart... It's worth it, I secretly scolded him so many times for a glutton, saying that he is not like a living Buddha at all."

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

Shishan kindly added to him:

"Go away! Go away by myself!"

Before speaking, Zhijing lifted his sleeves, covered his face, and hurriedly left.

"Look, at this time, do you really want me to practice the'closed mantra'?" 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 shook his monk's 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.

This world-famous young monk wears a white monk robe, has a handsome baby face, and often smiles at the corners of his mouth, giving people a sunny, cheerful, polite and intimate feeling~IndoMTL.com~ At this time, he is looking at the top of the linden tree. , The mind is deeply trapped, I don't know what I am thinking.

Shishan didn't try to listen to the words in the other party's heart. This is not only his own restraint, being able to relax and retract, not to indulge, but also the other party's soul and spiritual cultivation.

At the beginning of "He Xin Tong", with a young playful mentality, I once heard the "ideas" of Brother Zhihai, and found that he belonged to the kind of person with unity of mind. He practiced when he was practicing and when he was eating. Eating, almost no distractions.

Of course, he will think a lot of times, such as now, but due to his tyrannical spiritual cultivation, he can only listen to a general idea and lack details.

Sense of Shishan's coming in, Zhihai retracted his gaze, turned his head, and said with a smile like sunlight shining through clouds and mist:

"Just now I suddenly felt a little disgusted with myself."

"What do you hate?" Shishan asked in response.

"I can detect profits, colors, and all sorts of things, but I still care about my name, and I am ashamed for a while." Zhihai shook his head and smiled, as if talking about other people's affairs.

"Since you are trapped in it, it's better to experience it." Shi Shanyu replied with wit.

"Why?" Zhihai frowned slightly.

"Explore the investigation and investigation, where did the investigation break?" Shi Shan said casually, and then said, "The abbot asked us to go to Mingxinyuan for an interview."

Zhihai nodded thoughtfully, and followed Shishan to Mingxinyuan.

When it was over, they first went to the abbot's meditation room and reported the passing.

"Come on, it's more convenient." Zhihai smiled at Shi Shandao.

"Okay." Shishan walked to the side of the **** monk Fayuan and randomly found the futon to sit down.

The meditation room was immediately clean. After a few minutes of staring at both sides, Shi Shan patted the monk's robe, stood up and broke the silence, and said to Zhihai:

"The report is finished."

And I was taught...