Tian Boguang was kneeling in a magnificent Buddhist hall with unbearable pain in his lower abdomen, confessing to the golden body of Buddha. Suddenly he heard a thunderous cry, and he trembled suddenly. When he opened his eyes, he saw himself lying on a
In the hotel, he suddenly realized that his confession and the Buddhist temple were no longer a dream.
Tian Boguang smelled the pungent smell of blood and medicine, and suddenly felt a sharp pain in his abdomen. He grinned and looked up, and sure enough he saw that his lower body was wrapped in a cloth strip.
Tian Boguang looked at the young monk sitting aside, wearing cassocks and looking solemn, but his heart kept trembling and lamented: Monk Dingding has screwed me!
Tian Boguang's heart was full of mixed emotions. Anger and fear made him want to speak but could not.
Zheng Gui paused the rosary in his hand and said slowly: "Tian Boguang, you have committed a heinous crime and deserve to die for atonement. However, I cherish your good skills and will temporarily keep you alive thinking that it will be useful to me in the future. However, you must worship me as my wife."
Master, be under my control.
In the future, if you change your mind and become devoted to good deeds, a poor monk can also teach you the supreme magical power, how about that?"
Tian Boguang felt aggrieved and opened his mouth to curse, but Zheng Gui seemed to have figured out what he meant, and a few pills fell into Tian Boguang's mouth with a flick of his finger.
Tian Boguang felt a bitter taste in his mouth. He wanted to vomit but couldn't. He asked in a trembling voice, "What did you give me to eat?"
Zheng Gui didn't answer and asked: "The elixirs of our Hengshan sect are quite famous in the world, right? The injury in your lower abdomen cannot be cured by ordinary quack doctors, but with my Tianxiang Intermittent Glue, it can be cured in less than ten days."
You can walk on the ground and recover within a month. In fact, our Hengshan Mountain not only has elixirs that can cure diseases and save people, but also have poisons that are no less than the Demon Sect's Sanzhi Naoshen Pills..."
"What I just fed you was Baotai Yijin Pills. There is no harm in taking this medicine for the first year. If you cannot take the antidote in the second year, you will turn into blood in a short time.
, this kind of pain is unbearable even for the greatest hero in the world..."
Tian Boguang's mind was already in a state of confusion at this time, and his life was already at stake in Monk Ding's thoughts, but he did not kill him with a sword, so he must have tortured himself severely.
The frightened Tian Boguang looked like a lost dog, his eyes widened and he asked: "What are you going to do?!"
Zheng Gui reached out and patted Tian Boguang on the head, and said slowly: "You worship me as your teacher, and from now on you will be dedicated to good deeds and do ten good deeds every year. In the second year, the poor monk will give you the antidote, how about that?"
Tian Boguang was doubtful and said: "Is it that simple?"
"It's that simple."
Zheng Gui could have killed Tian Boguang casually. After all, he was a prostitute and death would not be a pity. However, Zheng Gui, who was familiar with the plot, understood that Tian Boguang was not a stubborn and evil person, so he felt that it was better to leave him guilty than to kill him.
He will atone for his sins, and being a good person in the future will be considered a merit. If he still doesn't change, he can kill him with one sword.
Zheng Gui was about to establish another branch, and when he was short of people, he was attracted by Tian Boguang's lightness skills that were beyond ordinary first-class masters, and his ability to collect and understand information from outside the orthodox sects in the underworld. He thought
If Tian Boguang can be accepted as a disciple, the Hengshan Sect will have one more general in the future, and it will also make up for the Hengshan Sect's lack of underworld spokespersons.
As for whether Tian Boguang could do things faithfully, Zheng Gui combined his understanding from the original work and his confidence that the strength of the Hengshan Sect was enough to prevent Tian Boguang from having other thoughts, so he spared his life and forcibly accepted him as a disciple.
When Zheng Gui saw that Tian Boguang hadn't spoken for a long time, he snorted coldly: "What? You still don't want to be a disciple to express your gratitude?"
Tian Boguang's heart trembled. He gritted his teeth and pressed a few acupuncture points around his lower abdomen to stop the bleeding. Then he struggled to get up and kowtowed: "Disciple Tian Boguang pays homage to his teacher, Zen Master Dingding."
Zheng Gui nodded slightly, took out the Longquan sword and said, "When you join my sect, you will become a monk. Come, I will be my master and ordain you personally."
After saying that, Zheng Gui used the Longquan sword to shave off Tian Boguang's hair. Although Zheng Gui didn't know the art of shaving hair, he had excellent swordsmanship and controlled the sword's power meticulously, rarely making mistakes. Secondly, the Longquan sword was extremely sharp and could cut Tian Boguang's hair.
It was quite easy to get started.
After a while, a large handful of broken hair was piled up in front of Tian Boguang, and his original long hair became a smooth bald head with a few blood stains.
Tian Boguang was on tenterhooks when his master ordained him, and did not dare to relax at all. Even when his master's sword accidentally injured him, he only dared to grunt, fearing that the teacher would accidentally remove his head.
At this time, the tonsure was completed. Tian Boguang slumped to the ground as if he had been cramped. His face was covered with sweat and his hair was stained. At this time, he seemed to be unable to feel the severe pain in his abdomen. He said in a trembling voice: "Disciple, thank you.
Mentor."
In terms of age, Zheng Gui was three or four years older than Tian Boguang, but Tian Boguang did not dare to be disrespectful at all in his words.
Zheng Gui laughed after hearing this, stretched out his hand to gently caress Tian Boguang's bald head, and said: "You are my eldest disciple. All the disciples in your generation are of the 'Yi' generation. As a master, I will first pick a method for you."
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You were originally a shameful thief who was despised and insulted by thousands of people. After you become a monk, you must change your mind and sever your past life. I hope you will live an upright life in the future and I will give you the Dharma name and honor."
Tian Boguang kowtowed and said: "Disciple Yiguang, thank you for your mentor."
Zheng Gui nodded with a smile, then stood up and called the trembling shopkeeper, asked for a piece of silver from his arms, and ordered: "You can open two upper rooms for us, then carry him in to rest, and prepare three meals of plain noodles, fruits and vegetables every day.
The ones you buy should be more delicious."
The shopkeeper carefully took the money and bowed, "Don't worry, Master."
After saying that, he called the waiter, and then used the door panel to move Tian Boguang to the backyard guest room.
Because Tian Boguang's injury was serious, Zheng Gui temporarily stayed in Luzhou.
The two masters and apprentices lived in a hotel, and Tian Boguang was served by the waiter in the hotel. Zheng Gui lived in the next room and practiced every day. He only changed Tian Boguang's medicine every three days.
Because the Hengshan Sect's Tianxiang Guanjiao is an excellent medicine for treating trauma, and it is the crystallization of the wisdom of dozens of generations of predecessors of the Hengshan Sect. The effect is extraordinary, so Tian Boguang was able to walk on the ground after ten days.
Twenty days later, Tian Boguang's injury was even better.
After more than twenty days of rest, Tian Boguang realized the reality clearly. As a person who is greedy for pleasure and has no lofty ideals and ambitions, Tian Boguang knows that he is greedy for life and afraid of death. If he does not dare to die, he can only accept the reality and work honestly as a qualitative monk.
Disciple.
So after Tian Boguang felt that his injury was healed, he took the initiative to come out of the room and came to Zheng Gui's door with a round hair style.
"Disciple Yiguang, please see your mentor."
After hearing this, Zheng Gui immediately came out of concentration. After finishing his exercises, he asked, "Come in and talk."
Yi Guang opened the door and left, and saw his mentor sitting cross-legged on the bed, wearing a cassock and a solemn appearance. He immediately kowtowed and said, "I would like to thank my mentor for giving me the medicine."
Zheng Gui smiled and nodded, saying: "How is the injury?"
"It's mostly healed and I can walk without any problems."
"In that case, let's go back to Hengshan. After you become a disciple, you will become a disciple of Hengshan. You will have to meet the three senior uncles and the senior sisters."
Tian Boguang's heart was full of bitterness, and he lowered his head and said: "Master, whether you want to ride in a car or ride a horse, I will do it now."
Zheng Gui gently waved his hand and said: "How do you ride a horse because of your injury? Buy a carriage and let's go and rest. Half a month is enough to get back to the mountain."
Yiguang bowed and said, "Disciple, take your orders." After saying that, he withdrew.
Two hours later, Zheng Gui heard Yi Guang saying outside the door: "Master, the car is waiting outside the door. When should we leave?"
"Let's leave immediately. Let's go to Guanghua Temple first, which is a lower courtyard of our Hengshan Mountain. I want to inform your master uncle in advance..."