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If that was really the case, he remembered that when he and Liu Lu were by the river in Xincheng, the sun shone on her face, and he could carefully distinguish the fine fluff of her beautiful face with the glow, the most beautiful picture in that autumn. Fastest updates

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He remembered the fragrance of Song Yu's two-storey villa, through the osmanthus bushes outside blowing into the windowsill, and then it became Song Yu's faint body fragrance, the intoxicating taste, and the picture of the two of them about to kiss in time, everything was beautiful and serene, in Zhengji's mind, gathered into a beautiful fairy tale.

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?? If there is no writing wheel, then the former life will really be more and more distant from oneself, so far away that even the memory is full of musty fragrance, a covered hazy breath, obscuring a large area of the sky, yellowing into the sunrise and sunset that come and go from winter to spring?

The lush growth of the wild grass, the reflection of the blue color of the sky in the lake, the slightly damp and sweet sea breeze blowing on the face, all these real and clear senses, remind me that I am not in a dream, but that some things, some destined changes in fate, just in the blink of an eye, in the moment when I don't want to believe but have to believe, it really happened.

"It doesn't matter, it's just a defeat in martial arts, as long as you can persevere, you will surpass him one day!" Jiekong saw his eyes dim, and hurriedly comforted him.

Jiekong bowed his head and was silent, he himself was such an example, desperately chasing and studying, in order to be able to leave this desert island one day, but in the end, the distance from the original expectation was still too far away, so that now he has a normal heart to live here forever, and he will be buried on this nameless island, guarding his home in the second half of his life, Zen Temple.

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A team of warrior monks each carried a pair of thick wood, running back and forth on a plum blossom pile surrounded by a wooden stake with a radius of 100 meters, and it was enough to hold the balance of nearly 200 catties of wood, and now these warrior monks are still jumping on the wooden stake one by one, as if walking on the ground.

In the past, I only saw how powerful martial arts were on TV, but most of them have gone through the exaggeration of art, and now Zhengji has seen this kind of martial arts that is no less than a performance, and for the first time Chinese martial arts have risen, with a broad and profound sense of admiration.

"This is the balance and accuracy of the exercise, from now on, if you want to go out of this desert island, you must undergo my stricter training, even, not strict, but harsh!"

Suddenly, a dripping sound came, and an old voice came from the headset of the quit empty, his figure subconsciously stood up straight, and after a few sounds, he looked at Zhengji and said: "Let's go, the host and a few elders want to see you," and said as if he was a little uneasy:" When you see a few elders, you must answer their questions truthfully, they are not gentler than the Wuxi and others just now, I don't want to see you have an accident, you don't have to have any psychological pressure, no matter what kind of person you are outside, or what heinous crimes you have committed, just confess truthfully, come to the Zen Temple, it is equivalent to a complete break from the previous life, whether it is right or wrong, all of them are written off, and there will be no political discipline in the future, only righteousness."

Masaki was silent, he had already made a decision in his heart, and he already knew everything about Zenxi Temple, and it was time for a showdown.

Half an hour later, in the Buddha Hall facing the Panlong Playground, Zhengji stood in the middle of the hall, and under the golden Buddha statue, five old monks wearing red robes sat cross-legged in a certain order, and the fragrant bamboo with red sandalwood fragrance burned slowly in the air, so that everyone who smelled it couldn't help but calm their hearts.

"Seeing is fate, donor, you accidentally fell into trouble on this island, it can be described as providence, I heard, Jiekong intends to accept you as a disciple", the most central of the five people, the old monk with long white eyebrows, more than seventy years old, drooped his eyelids and looked at Zhengji and asked, his voice was not loud, but it echoed very clearly in the hall.

"Yes, presiding, I feel that this son is destined for me, so I beg the presiding officer to answer," Jiekong, who was standing on the side, stepped forward and bent down with his hands folded in reply.

The white eyebrow host glanced at the Jiekong, and there was no emotion in his eyes, but he just nodded slightly: "Then, presumably the rules of the Zen Temple, you have also lived with this donor, and you have stepped into the Zen Temple, not for the outside world, you can understand that in the outside world, you are dead, Guiyi, just tell a little about your life experience."

"I've seen stubbornness", a voice that is neither high nor low echoed in the empty hall, the voice was not high, but it exploded in the hearts of everyone at the scene like thunder!

The white-eyed old monk with low eyebrows and pleasing eyes, at this moment, completely lost the wind of the world just now, suddenly got up from the cushion, his old eyes burst out with a sharp gaze like a goshawk, staring at Zhengji who was standing indifferently in the middle of the hall, and his slightly trembling right hand could see that his heart was not at peace!

In addition to him, the rest of the people also got up in unison, and even faintly surrounded the political discipline in the middle, and the stubbornness was the shame of the Zen Xi Temple! It was also the secret of the Zen Xi Temple, and the young man in front of him came to this island and the headquarters of the Zen Xi Temple for some reason, and he thought he was a traveler in distress, but at this moment, he directly came out with the taboo name of the stubbornness! What does this mean? They subconsciously think from the bottom of their hearts that this young man came prepared, even for the Zen Xi Temple!

Could it be that he was really sent by the enemy? However, if this is the case, what hole cards does he have, dare to stand here alone, surrounded by many masters.

The atmosphere became tense for a while, and all the people present were masters, and the qi machine was pulled, surrounding Zhengji from all angles, faintly locking every escape route for him.

And in the midst of many masters, Zheng Ji instinctively felt a feeling of hair standing up all over his body, as if he was being targeted by a giant beast, and the invisible spiritual power locked him, making him feel that his every move and even his breathing and heartbeat were under the control of many monks, he was not surprised, if he did something wrong, then he would be attacked like a storm in the next second!

"Who are you, and what is the purpose of lurking in the temple?" the abbot asked as he looked at Masakari, frowning, and resisting the impulse in his heart.

Masaki suddenly showed a bright smile and made an unexpected move, he slowly squatted down, and slowly sat down cross-legged surrounded by many masters, stretched out his hand and shook it in front of everyone, to show that he had no malicious intent.

However, his honesty did not exchange for the other party's relaxation, no matter who was present, they were all experienced and experienced, and they would not be careless by any seemingly harmless action.

"You, have you ever seen stubbornness?" At this time, a slightly trembling voice sounded, "creaking" in the wheelchair sound, an old and tired face imprinted into everyone's eyes, an old monk, trembling with both hands pushing a wheelchair, from the back of the hall came in, his eyes stared at Zhengji, flashing complex emotions, seemed to be afraid, seemed to be nostalgic, and seemed to be a little sad.

Seeing this person, Zhengji was slightly stunned, and the memory of returning to the separation in his mind resurfaced, this old monk with a familiar face was the master of the return in memory!

"Senior brother, why did you come out!" Jiekong on the side saw the old man in the wheelchair, his expression showed a slight sadness and anger, he stepped forward and held the wheelchair, looking at Zhengji with complicated eyes, his heart is now full of mixed feelings and even some gains and losses, to tell the truth, for some reason, he feels that Zhengji's character is very appetizing to him, and in his heart he has unconsciously regarded Zhengji as his apprentice, but looking at this posture now, his so-called "apprentice", I'm afraid he is not an ordinary person!

"Have you ever seen stubbornness?" didn't seem to hear the sound of quitting, and the old man in the wheelchair looked at Masaki persistently and repeated.

A complicated look also flashed in Zhengji's eyes, and he said lightly: "I've seen it."

"He, is he still alive?" Hearing Zhengji's words, Jieyun's body shook slightly, he was silent for a moment, raised his head and looked at Zhengji, who seemed to be a little afraid to speak, and asked slowly.

Seeing the old monk's appearance, for some reason, Zhengji couldn't bear to speak, in his stubborn memory, he knew very well that the old monk in front of him had a stubborn feeling, which can be described as the nurturing grace of licking the calf.

"He's dead," Masaki exhaled softly and said slowly.

As soon as the words fell, the faces of the old monks who surrounded Zhengji changed slightly, and they exchanged glances with each other, and they all saw the surprise in each other's eyes, Perseverance was actually dead?! The only warrior monk who escaped from the Zen Xi Temple actually died? You must know that Perseverance may not be the highest and most outstanding martial arts in the Zen Temple, but judging from his age, he is the best among his peers! Just before he defected, some people even regarded him as the most popular candidate to become a successor of Zen Buddhism!

"Dead ....." a leisurely sigh, as if regretful, as if relieved, and as if sad, the old monk Jieyun in the wheelchair, the whole person seemed to be several years older suddenly, paralyzed in the wheelchair, the whole person looked at the Panlong playground outside the hall without focus, there, it seemed that the young man with a strong smile appeared again, and the Jiekong beside him, seeing the closest senior brother like this, his fists couldn't help clenching.

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