In the simple cafeteria, clean and tidy, the warrior monks were next to each other, burying their heads in their own tableware, gobbling up food, there was no other sound, only the crisp sound of the dishes and chopsticks touching and the sound of chewing and swallowing, no one cared about the arrival of the political discipline, as if the food in front of them at the moment was what they cared about the most. Fastest updates

However, there was a bowl of rice soup in a gray celadon bowl in front of him, and the faint aroma lingered next to his nose, which was now extremely sensitive to food, making the gluttonous worms in his stomach just now active again.

?? He turned his head to look over, a young monk with a beautiful face stood in front of him, one older than him, at this moment he was holding a bowl of rice soup in his hand, looking at Zhengji with clear eyes, with a smile on his face, his eyes looked at the rice soup in his hand, and then looked at Zhengji, and motioned him to drink it hot.

"Drink it quickly, or it will be gone after a while, I'll keep the rice for you, it's good for your body to drink soup first after strenuous exercise", the monk smiled and looked at Masaki as he handed over the bowl and chopsticks and whispered softly.

"Thank you, what's your name?" Masaki smiled and took the dishes and chopsticks, showing a gentle smile, and touched the monk's head.

"My name is Yuanrun, I am the fire head army in the temple, and I also cook for everyone, what about you?"

"I, according to your name here, I should be called Guiyi, a newcomer", both come and be safe, the life of the Zen Temple, is not a kind of experience of life? I am fortunate to use this name to spend this different period of time.

"Senior Brother Guiyi, it's a pleasure to meet you!" Yuan Lu showed a bright smile, his white teeth revealed his pure heart, and he stretched out his hand with a tiger brain.

"Senior Brother Yuanrun, I'm also very happy to meet you", Masaki looked at the lovely monk in front of him, and shook his hand with his hand.

"Brother Guiyi, you can't eat like this in the future. "Mellow and earnest, I feel a particularly sophisticated look.

??“ Well...... "The bitter fruit can only be swallowed by himself, there is no way, the martial arts are obviously deliberate, let him run in circles, but when everyone has finished eating, he only asked himself to eat, but where is there still food."

?? It turned out that the meal he ate in the Jiekong room was just a kind treatment for himself, and he thought that every meal in the Zen Temple was so rich, and now it seems that life here is really a bit miserable.

"That's it, I'm in charge of the rice in the canteen, and when you don't come in the future, I'll prepare a copy for you, and I'll eat it when you come!" The mellow and somewhat youthful expression was full of sincerity, which made Zhengji quite moved.

In this way, Masaki had his first friend in Zen Xiji Temple.

After half an hour, he looked at the gobbling up Zhengji in front of him blankly, as well as the empty wooden barrel beside him, his head, it was hard to imagine how the rice, which was too much for seven or eight people, entered Guiyi's seemingly thin body.

"Anything else?" a voice interrupted his surprise, and Masaki looked up at him with an empty bowl and a smile.

Yuan Run swallowed his saliva involuntarily, his head, and suddenly shook his head again, revealing a look of embarrassment and apology to his friend and said: "No, Brother Guiyi, I only left this bucket, I thought it was enough, but the result was ....."

He stammered and didn't know what to do next, was Masaki too much to eat?

Masaki patted his stomach with a smile, seven points full, and said: "It's okay, in fact, I'm almost full, thanks to you, otherwise I'm only afraid of being hungry now", how could he not see the guilt in his mellow heart, and comforted with a smile.

Sure enough, Roundness heard his words, and a smiling face reappeared on his face.

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??“ This is your **!" Jiewu came to the dormitory with Zhengji, and pointed to one of them, which only had a hardwood board and a thin cover.

Such a **, can you sleep well? Zhengji looked at this extremely simple ** shop, and looked at it in surprise, but looking at the triumphant expression of the martial arts, the question on the side of his mouth became: "Yes, the hard ** is good for the waist." ”

??“ You don't have anything else to do, I'm going to sleep without it. Zhengji didn't look at Jiewu, he lay straight on the **, with a satisfied expression, in fact, the hard ** shop was not very comfortable, but he gritted his teeth, or that sunny appearance, so that Jiewu hated his teeth itching, but there was no way, he was asked to sleep, he couldn't be asked to get up again to train, although Jiewu itself is not a very trustworthy person, but all the warrior monks in this big house looked at themselves, if they didn't take the prestige of one to one, how to convince people.

?? So Jiewu forcibly suppressed the anger that was about to rage in his heart, turned around and left the dormitory, but when he went out, he had already thought about what kind of strict training to treat Zhengji tomorrow, thinking of this, the corner of his mouth showed a sinister smile.

?? Zhengji's next training can be miserable, and the amount of tasks imposed on him every day by Jiewu is getting bigger and bigger, although he is still half-cold in the face of Jiewu.

?? Zhengji never bowed his head, nor prayed, and resolutely did not let this martial arts be taken lightly, his unique body allowed him to complete the training tasks assigned by the martial arts one by one.

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And Yuanlu, every time he came to the dining hall at the end of Zhengji, he always prepared a big bowl of food, a wooden barrel of rice, and the amount of rice in Zhengji's meal also increased with the increase in the amount of training every day, and after the fifth day, Zhengji's amount of food had reached an astonishing bucket and a half! The happiest day in Zhengji's entire life was to eat with this monk at the end of training every day.

And here, Zhengji also seems to have returned to the temperament of the original student days, and the two of them have a smile, Zhengji dared to vent all his dissatisfaction with the martial arts in the training ground, scolded a dog's bloody head, and listed the most scolding words he had heard in later generations one by one on the martial arts, so he quickly established a pig's head in a mellow heart, with teeth and claws, an ugly and crooked face, and no one in the family was a good person, and it was also a hybrid species of horses and donkeys, and there was no glorious image of a fierce monk with no offspring in his next life.

And the martial arts, during this period of time, it seems that he can always feel the slander of the political discipline, the amount of training is increased exponentially, maybe other warrior monks only need to run ten laps, then it is the turn of the political discipline, it must be more than twenty circles, all kinds of political discipline heard of the training methods, as if the general punishment was used by the martial arts in turn, and he also became the latest "toy" of the martial arts, trying to find the limit of the political discipline.

However, judging Zhengji by ordinary people, this is doomed to the failure of martial arts, and Zhengji meticulously completed his training one by one, and it was even much better than he expected! And Zhengji's only trouble was probably that he was hungry quickly

"From today onwards, we will practice waist and abdominal strength, you, you, you, immediately go to the horizontal bar over there for me, and do fifty ups!"

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Rows of iron ladders made of cast iron stand so abruptly on the cement floor, simply standing towards the sky, like a row of terracotta warriors and horses of Qin Shi Huang, another warrior monk who was named together with Zhengji, went up the ladder without saying a word, two feet into the middle of the two horizontal bars, one foot instep hooked the horizontal bar, and then the body hung upside down, relying on the support of the instep to exercise push-ups, one, two, three...... "What are you waiting for! Seeing the hesitation of Zhengji, Jiewu was proud in his heart, and justifiably added the code.

?? Zhengji had no choice but to learn from the same, and continued to do it according to the previous monk's appearance, and began to understand what deep hatred this martial arts and martial arts were there, even the people he introduced had to be tortured desperately, perhaps, this ** warrior monk instructor has seen the importance of Jiekong to himself, so he will unscrupulously change his methods to rectify himself.

Long sighs are not the best way to solve the problem, the best way to solve the problem is to follow the words of the martial arts, one by one to sit up seventy, since you can't resist, then fortunately as an experience to experience!

?? Looking at the sky from the angle of his upside down hanging around the ladder, there were some blue and clear colors, and there were a large white clouds flowing past, when he did the thirtieth upright, the white clouds in the sky were like two sugar gourds in series, and by the time he did the first fifty-two stand-ups, the white clouds in the sky had turned into a big winter melon. By the time he did the seventieth push-up, his waist had already crossed the final bottom line, struggling to fall, almost not throwing Masaki into a concussion, he slowly got up, from the abdomen to the chest, a piece of muscle and tendon pain, but soon, under the strong recovery ability of the body, the soreness disappeared in the next moment.

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Jiewu walked over with an expressionless face, "Very good, the standing up has been completed, then go over there and do a hundred push-ups, from beginning to end, you can't relax, I will count it for you, two hundred, one posture is not standard, just give me ten more, accumulate in turn!"

?? Zhengji kept his mouth shut, just obeyed with action, such a training intensity, just finished standing up, and push-ups, and the ground was still covered with iron slag, and the hand was painful as soon as he pressed it, not to mention doing a hundred push-ups on it, Zhengji was a hundred reluctant, but there was no way, looking at the smug expression of the martial arts, Zhengji produced a dream out of thin air, and finally became a descendant of Zen Buddhism, and wanted to send this martial arts to southern Mississippia to be a native, and rectify him well.

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