The fifth thousand seven hundred and fortieth chapters
The night has grown dark, and it is dark outside the Zen room. The small oil lamp on the coffee table flickers with a small flame, and several nightingales chirp from the mountains in the distance. The dilapidated temple gate emits "
"Clang" sound.
Wan Lin stood beside Master Changtian and said, he turned his head and glanced at the sleeping young monk, then looked at Master Changtian and said: "Senior Changtian, in our leopard troop, Jingheng calls us
Everyone in the team is a senior brother or a senior sister. In our hearts, he is our junior junior brother and comrade-in-arms! So Jingheng’s senior sect is our senior sect, and his master is our master. What about your Lingyi Temple?
, it’s the business of every member of our Leopard Troop!”
He then grabbed the old mage's arm and shook it vigorously, and said with some emotion: "Don't worry, since you have handed over Jingheng, the most proud disciple, into my hands, then I, Wan Lin, promise you that we will definitely
I will assist Jingheng and let your Lingyi Temple’s martial arts flourish, and let your Lingyi Temple’s martial arts become famous all over the world along with Jingheng’s military exploits!”
At dawn the next day, Wan Lin and Master Changtian walked out of the meditation room, their eyes slightly red. Last night, the two talked all night long, and Wan Lin carefully introduced to the old Master Jing Heng after joining the army.
Case.
In his narration, he also told some interesting stories about this boy, as well as the love of this boy by the leaders and comrades around him, which made the old mage smile happily. Later in the night, he had a long talk with this old senior, and exchanged their respective experiences.
Experience in practicing martial arts.
As soon as the two of them walked out of the Zen room, they saw a plume of smoke rising from the roof of the hut on the side of the courtyard, the aroma of rice permeating the temple, and the clear chirping of birds in the woods outside the courtyard.
Wan Lin stood at the door of the Zen room and took a deep breath. He looked up at the distant mountains and sighed: "The air is so fresh. This is the smell of the mountains. The mountains are our real home!"
Master Changtian laughed when he heard Wan Lin's sigh: "Yes, although this mountainous area is surrounded by high mountains and ridges for hundreds of kilometers, only our Lingyi Temple is full of life. Every cultivator here is
This is the blessed place that we have always dreamed of."
As the old mage spoke, he raised his hand and pointed to the towering peaks outside the temple and said: "Donor, look, this is not only a good place for practice, but also a training ground for those of us who practice martial arts!"
Wan Lin followed the old mage's finger and looked around, and then said: "Yes, these inaccessible places are good places for these martial arts practitioners to practice martial arts."
He then looked at Master Changtian and said, "Jing Heng's Qing Gong is extremely accomplished. You should have taken him with you to practice it in this mountain, right?"
The old master laughed when he heard Wan Lin's approving question: "Yes, in fact, our martial arts in Lingyi Temple are not good at light kung fu. Jing Heng has been running around in the mountains since he was a child, and he has combined our light kung fu skills.
I practiced every movement in the mountains, so I developed a good Qing Gong."
He then said proudly: "Hahaha, when it comes to Qinggong and hidden weapons, this boy's two senior brothers are not as good as him." The old man then said with some regret: "This boy Jingheng's understanding of martial arts is very good.
Extremely high, but it’s a pity that my skills are limited and I can’t teach him more advanced skills.”
When Wan Lin heard the old master's ashamed words, he quickly said: "Senior, you are so humble! When I came last time, I had already learned the skills of my senior. At that time, you, the old master, combined the two talents of Wanjia and Xuanxuguan in this junior.
All these skills have been forced out. To be honest, I have seen some so-called masters of internal skills, but no one has ever made me so embarrassed."
"Hahaha, I have been immersed in martial arts all my life. At such a young age, you have forced me to master the skills I have practiced all my life. Is the little benefactor laughing at me, or are you praising me?" Master Changtian pointed out.
He smiled at the wrinkles on his face.
While Wan Lin and Master Changtian were talking, Chengru and Xiaoya came to the backyard. They walked up to Wan Lin and the old Master and raised their hands to salute. The old Master quickly put his hands together and saluted back: "Donors, you're welcome.
, the conditions in this temple are poor, I feel sorry for you all."
Before Master Changtian finished speaking, the young monk's voice had already sounded from the Zen room: "No... it's not simple. I... I... our Lingyi Temple is such a big place. How... how can it be simple? Master
, you...you said it wrong." The boy then ran out of the meditation room with the tiger.
"Hahaha..." Everyone around laughed. Lingling put down her arm and pulled the boy in front of her and said with a smile: "Little monk, no one said that your Lingyi Temple is simple. Your master is being polite to us."
Master Changtian walked up to Xiaoya and a group of people. He also smiled and touched the boy's bald head and said: "You silly boy." He then looked at Lingling and smiled: "I was not polite just now. Dear donors,
This is my first time coming to this temple, but I really don’t have anything that I can get from here. I also ask for your forgiveness from all the donors.”
At this time, Wan Lin came over and took the old mage's arm and said: "Old senior, we are all our own people, you are welcome." He then looked at Cheng Ru and others and said: "Zhang Wa and others are injured, so we
I can't stay long. I made an agreement with the senior last night that we will leave and return after breakfast."
The young monk was stunned when he heard that Wan Lin said he was leaving today. He rushed over and grabbed Wan Lin's arm, stared at him and shouted: "Wan...Brother Wan, I...why did we just...just come back?"
, just...just leave? I...I haven't had a good talk with Master and Shi...brother."
The boy's anxious shouts already contained cries. Xiaoya and Lingling quickly pulled the little monk to them. Xiaoya comforted him and said, "Jingheng, your baby brother and the others are injured, and they still need Grandpa's help."
They are healing, so we can't delay."
Lingling saw the tears lingering in the little monk's eyes. She gently stroked the little monk's head, then looked at Wan Lin and said, "Leopard Tou, how about letting the little monk stay in the temple for a few more days?"
Master Changtian saw the young monk's anxious look. He walked up to the young monk, pulled him in front of him, and said sternly: "Jing Heng, you didn't see that several of your senior brothers were seriously injured.
Well, they urgently need to go back for treatment, are you sensible?"
He then raised two snow-white eyebrows and cursed: "Why did I accept such a useless disciple like you! If you don't want to leave, then take off your military uniform and stay in this Lingyi Temple, you are worthless!"
The old man then threw the young monk aside with all his strength. Xiaoya and Lingling next to him quickly caught the staggering young monk. At this time, the old monk's eye circles were already red.