Chapter 810: Wang Dong Wang Jueen

Zhou Tong is a girl, and she is currently helping Tianlong Temple take care of some foreign-related industries, and she is the manager of Tianlong Temple.

The so-called foreign-related industries refer to some businesses that have nothing to do with Tianlong Temple's own duties, several rented shops under Jinding Mountain, fields, tea mountains and so on.

The main duty of Tianlong Temple is the practice of martial arts, popularly speaking, it is a martial arts hall, but Tianlong Temple is a temple, in addition to teaching martial arts, it also focuses on Buddhist practice.

In addition to martial arts coursework, every day, in addition to martial arts coursework, in the morning and evening, they have to spend an hour chanting and meditating, polishing their state of mind, which is called practice.

This is also the difference between Tianryu Temple and other martial arts halls, it has a very strict and strict cultivation system, while the martial arts hall is relatively free, except for the normal teaching time, the rest of the time, is the time that the students arrange freely.

Tianlong Temple is not good, except for every Sunday, there is a half-day time, which belongs to the free arrangement of the students, and other time periods, must abide by the practice system of Tianlong Temple, and must not be violated.

"Senior brother, hasn't Senior Brother Wang Dong come out of the room yet?" Li Xiuyuan walked over, this is a thirty-one or twelve-year-old man who is polite and looks a little weak, but if you really think that he is a weak scholar, then you are wrong.

is completely different from the appearance, Li Xiuyuan is very violent, his slumping palm, even stronger than the senior brother Meng Fan, Meng Fan is still only a masterpiece, and Li Xiuyuan's slumping stele palm is almost complete, one palm can break a stone slab with a thickness of 7 inches.

If an ordinary person is hit in the palm of the hand, his internal organs will be shattered, and he will definitely die.

However, as a senior brother, Meng Fan is not as good as Li Xiuyuan, but other kung fu is far stronger than Li Xiuyuan, such as the national martial art of iron cloth shirt, he has cultivated to the realm of perfection, reaching the level of entering the outside.

Li Xiuyuan's smashing palm could not give a heavy blow.

Hearing Li Xiuyuan mention Wang Dong, the grandson of the abbot who suddenly returned to Tianlong Temple, Meng Fan's face was like frost, and he said unhappily: "What does it look like to be looking for death and life for a woman, and her will is depressed? ”

Li Xiuyuan said: "Senior brother, you also know that Senior Brother Wang Dong is a superstar, and his feelings are delicate and sensitive, which is natural, but not like us martial artists, so ah, we should forgive and see if there is any way to encourage Senior Brother Wang Dong, you don't know, I just saw Master's frowning face, and I really feel sorry for his old man." ”

"This bastard boy, usually in high spirits outside, being his big star, enjoying all the luxury, and being emotionally traumatized, but he came back to toss the master, I have to teach that guy a lesson. Meng Fan was angry, they all regarded Master Yuanjue as their biological father, loved and respected, and they couldn't see Yuanjue being wronged at all.

"Senior brother, I'm here to think of a way with you, how to boost the morale of Senior Brother Wang Dong and prevent him from continuing to be depressed, if you go to quarrel with Senior Brother Wang Dong again, won't it make Master even more sad and embarrassed?" Li Xiuyuan hurriedly grabbed Meng Fan and said anxiously.

"This?" Meng Fan also knew that what Li Xiuyuan said was reasonable, so he pressed his anger and was not impulsive.

At this time, there was a commotion outside the temple, and only the sound of shouts was heard.

"Wang Jueen, we love you, Wang Jueen, we support you!"

"Wang Jueen, Wang Jueen, Wang Jueen......"

The huge shout made the dozens of students who were practicing the routines in the martial arts training ground all stop, and curiosity and excitement appeared on their faces.

"Look at what, keep practicing, and give me 20 more times for each Chiba hand. Meng Fan said sharply.

Dozens of martial arts practitioners, hearing this, immediately practiced Chiba Glove Road again.

Li Xiuyuan and Meng Fan frowned and walked in the direction of the mountain gate.

As soon as they left, dozens of students who played routines immediately lost their strength, gathered together, and chattered.

Meng Fan and Li Xiuyuan had just come to the gate of Tianlong Temple, but they saw the Shanmen Square outside the door, crowded with people, many people pulling slogans such as "We love you, Wang Jueen!" and "Wang Jueen, we support you!" written with various colored pens on it, while shouting enthusiastically.

"This bastard boy, once you return to Tianlong Temple, there will be no good thing. Meng Fan was furious.

"These people are all fans of Senior Brother Wang Dong, and it seems that they knew that Senior Brother Wang Dong was disheartened and returned to Tianlong Temple, so they chased after him, wanting to cheer up Senior Brother Wang Dong. Li Xiuyuan said.

The abbot of Tianlong Temple, Wang Dong's grandfather, Meng Fan and Li Xiuyuan's master, Master Yuanjue, wearing a monk's hat and robe, followed by two monks who were also monks, walked out.

As an abbot, it is not surprising that he has a grandson, Master Yuanjue originally became a family first, and then became a monk.

Besides, in the new era, it is not strange for monks to marry wives and have children, in fact, in today's society, how many people can still maintain the traditions of the past and practice as monks?

But the three masters of Tianlong Temple, Yuanjue, Yuanxin, and Huiru, after becoming a monk, have always been real monks, with pure hearts and few desires, chanting sutras and worshipping Buddha, and studying Buddhism.

"Master!" Meng Fan and Li Xiuyuan hurriedly saluted Master Yuanjue, and then saluted Yuanxin and Huiru, calling them uncle!

Huiru and Yuanjue, Yuanxin, although the law name is different, but they are also considered peers, but it is because Huiru is not from Tianlong Temple, but a monk with a single order.

Because Huiru has been in Tianlong Temple for a long time, and Yuanjue, Yuanxin talked, and finally simply gave up the identity of the monk, joined the Tianlong Temple, and became the third real monk of the Tianlong Temple.

A luxurious hovering car swished, stopped in Shanmen Square, Zhang Zhiyi wiped the sweat on his forehead, hurriedly walked down from the car, strode to Master Yuanjue and the others, and said: "Hello Master Yuanjue, hello masters! How is Wang Dong's mood? Where is he? I have something urgent to find him." ”

Zhang Zhiyi is very familiar with several people in Tianlong Temple, because he is Wang Dong's agent, and every other month or two, he will return to Tianlong Temple with Wang Dong.

Those fans who lined up in front of Shanmen Square, shouting in support of Wang Jueen, all shouted excitedly when they saw Zhang Zhiyi.

"Zhang Zhiyi, we must return Wang Jueen to us, we support you, support Wang Jueen!

Fans did not impulsively attack Tianlong Temple, they were very conscious, but lined up in front of Shanmen Square, holding banners to express their support and encouragement for Wang Dong.

Indeed, the fans of the new era are very rational and literate, they worship stars, but they are not so fanatical that they can't restrain their behavior.

Master Yuanjue sighed: "Master Zhang, Wang Dong is in his room, you go, I hope you can persuade him, as long as he is not depressed, no matter what decision he makes, Lao Wei will support him." ”

"Thank you, master!" Zhang Zhiyi hurriedly bowed, rushed into Tianlong Temple, and came to a row of buildings in the backyard without stopping.

"Knock knock!"

Zhang Zhiyi sat cross-legged in front of Wang Dong's door, gasping and knocking on the door.

"Jueen, I'm Zhang Zhiyi, I know you're in there, listen to me, you must not retreat, I also know that Mengran is sorry for you, but you should also know that feelings can't be forced, since Mengran has made a decision, there will be no result if you force it, you are self-decadent and self-depressed, how can there be any result? Jueen, listen, just in Shanmen Square, how many fans who support you, get together, they care about you so much, how can you disappoint them? Listen to me, drum up fighting spirit, your life is not in the love of children, but on the stage, in the field of music, you know?"

The door creaked, the bolt inside was pulled open, and the door was pulled open.

Zhang Zhiyi looked overjoyed, but when he saw the person coming out of the room, his face suddenly looked shocked and stunned, as if he had seen a ghost.

Wang Dong, the flowing signature long hair, has been cut off, leaving only a small layer of hair that can clearly see the scalp, and his body is not wearing the casual clothes designed by the famous fashion designer Shi Naiti, but a gray short monk robe.

"You, you ......" Zhang Zhiyi sat on the ground, pointed at Wang Dong, and was speechless.

"Jueen!" Suddenly, Zhang Zhiyi jumped up, grabbed Wang Dong's shoulders, and roared angrily, "You guy, what are you doing? What are you going to do? Are you really going to give up the stage, give up your identity as a musician, and become a monk? Are you crazy, or are you stupid? I will never allow you to do this! You wake me up, you bastard!"