As soon as he got off the plane, the precept elder who Masaki had seen for the first time in the Zenxi Temple, led the elders of the Zenxi Temple to greet him one after another." Purple Pavilion

"The Tibetan Tantra has sent a message that their helicopter will come in half an hour...... You're really on time!" walked side by side with the idiot, the propellers of the helicopter unabated, and the wide robes of the two of them were blowing and rolling.

Masaki was just wearing a tight-fitting T-shirt, and after getting off the helicopter, many people in this base surrounded him, and they all paid homage to this legendary Zen descendant Zen Ba, after all, this person, on the one hand, is a world-famous singer, and the other is a direct skip to the Jiupin master, challenging the first person in the Zenxi Temple, Xuanbei Shizu, you must know that the Xuanbei Shizu once relied on one person to intercept all the wanted people in the Zenxi Temple, so that these people really have no choice, so they will use various means to leave the Zenxi Temple.

A junior warrior monk who has just entered the Zen Xi Temple this year has only taken a few months, and it is already a myth to say it for the sake of the Zen heirs. You must know that many people have been mixed for more than ten lifetimes, but they have never been able to challenge the nine grades, even if they are Wuxing elders, they have not been able to become the successors of Zen Buddhism for nearly a year. From this, we can know how harsh the conditions are to become a Zen successor.

Up to now, the temple has gradually transformed from a Buddhist institution that has a heart of Buddhism and universal salvation into a real national security organ, but it has left many things in the traditional sense, such as the classification system of warrior monks, and now most of the warrior monks are only nominal warrior monks, not warrior monks in the real sense, in Zenxi Temple, the word "warrior monk" is equivalent to an agent.

So what Zhengji sees now is not to invite a bald monk of one color, but all kinds of heavily armed special personnel, but now these people, in addition to worship, there is still a trace of worry in their eyes, they are worried about Zhengji, in their eyes, Zhengji is just a lucky person who doesn't know what method he used to challenge Master Xuanbei's success, his qualifications are still lacking, and he doesn't know if his force value can win or survive in this five-year challenge!

Many warrior monks looked at Zhengji with blazing eyes, and they all showed some disdainful expressions, as if their thick arms could easily knock this Zhengji board to the ground.

Masaki sat on top of a wooden barrel, took the tea handed over without interest, and tasted it slightly, with a faint bitter fragrance coming out of his lips.

The surrounding emerald green grasslands are full of life, but with the blue sky, this is the pure land of nature, but after this pure land, there is about to be war.

"This is the place of miracles that people have longed for and looked forward to countless times, Tibet, my first visit, it was for such a different reason", Zhengji sipped tea and looked at the beautiful scenery around him with emotion.

"Boom ......" A powerful sound came from the sky, and then Masaki felt the mobile house behind him sway violently.

"What's the matter......" When Wuxi was still looking around, the sunlight in the sky was suddenly obscured, the wind and sand rolled up on the ground, and the surrounding trees swayed down at the same time, making a loud rustling sound.

Masaki looked up as a twin-turbo military super transport plane slowly flew overhead, slowly descending towards the temporary base on the apron of the Zenji Temple.

"What a thing!"

"What is this ......?"

"Is it an enemy attack!?"

The crowd panicked, not only because of the huge size of the military helicopter, but also because of the amazing power when he descended.

Wuxi smiled, looking at a pure black Tuqin printed on the helicopter, it was a black goshawk, with a transfiguration pattern, some feather decoration, surrounded by a black Buddha character.

"Here, this is Tibetan Tantra...... I didn't expect to play a majestic ...... for us" Wuxi refers to the fact that there are only five Arhats, and it is enough to send an armed helicopter, and he even pretended to send a special helicopter out, which is completely here to show his majesty.

The giant twin-turbo helicopter descended, and the ground was dusty for a while.

Such a behemoth, it looks a little oppressive.

The cabin was slowly lowered, and people in white clothes appeared inside, dressed in white suits, which was very different from the monks who walked out in red lama clothes in Zhengji's impression. "These are ......" Masaki turned his head to ask the Jiekong next to him with doubts.

"Yes, it's the Tibetan Tantric ......" Jiekong nodded and looked at the Zen Tantric people who came down one after another.

A man in a white suit, with dark skin and short hair, walked towards the abbot with five people who were also dressed and looked different.

And to the surprise of Masaki, there was a beautiful woman with hair tied down and on one side and lipstick among the five men, but those eyes revealed a bone-chilling coldness, a murderous coldness.

The woman obviously felt that Masaki was looking at her, and her cold eyes suddenly shot at Maki, and her pupils suddenly contracted, like a cat locking on its prey.

Masaki has a sunny smile, and in fact, he already has a high opinion of this group of people inside.

Special forces like them are very vigilant in their hearts, for example, when Masaki looks at that woman, she can immediately be aware of it, Masaki is not surprising, he just sits on the barrel, and if he doesn't tell his identity as a Zen descendant, it is guaranteed that no one here will be able to notice him.

But this group of people in neat white dresses had already noticed his gaze when Masaki looked at the woman, and the moment the woman saw her, the essence that burst out of her eyes had already made Masaki ten ** sure that this woman had recognized her identity.

A master like them only needs to look at the opponent's eyes and the posture of Yuan Yue Zhi to guess whether the other party is a person of the same level as himself.

Obviously, the moment Masaki saw this group of people, he already knew that his opponent this time was quite tricky.

Jiekong walked out from the side of Zhengji, and greeted the living Buddhas and arhats of Tibetan Tantra with the abbot and the elders.

Masaki patted the dust on his pants, jumped off the barrel, and walked over with a smile on his face.

"Descendants of Zen Buddhism...... I can't imagine that the Zen Temple will be able to produce a Zen successor again! It really makes me feel very gratified!" The sturdy and swarthy man in front of the five Arhats stretched out his hand towards Masaki after greeting Wuxi and the others.

"Where, the Zen Temple is full of talents, I'm just lucky for a while......" clasped his hands, Zhengji really didn't expect that the Tibetan Tantra was like this, and it was so easy to talk, and they were like friends with each other.

And when they saw these five Arhats, their faces had already begun to turn white.

"I am a living Buddha of Tibetan Tantra, you can call me, Bayana. The man grinned at Masaki, with a characteristic simplicity.

"What, Bayana!?" Masaki didn't hear the other party's slightly Tibetan accent clearly for a while, and his ears pricked up.

"Bayana. The man's eyes looked at Masaki and smiled slightly.

"Hello, Bayana. If you don't mind, you can call me a conversion. Masaki smiled the same, but there were two stark contrasts with Bayana, one with yellow skin and the other with dark skin, but when he smiled at the same time, he had beautiful and white teeth.

"Guiyi, your youth amazes us, and I know you, big star!" Bayana looked at Zhengji's face, smiled and turned sideways, revealing the five Arhats behind him, "Let me introduce you, this is our five Arhats." ”

Bayanna pointed to the first man in the pie, the man was also dark, but the white suit was faintly bulging, making people feel a hidden explosive power, plus this man was a head taller than Masaki, so Masaki couldn't help but compare him with one of the eight temples of Zenxi Temple, and finally came to the conclusion that no matter from any aspect, the one known as the iron tower could not compete with the man in front of him.

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