Jiewu was obviously a little frightened, he only hoped to be forgiven by Zhengji, but he didn't want Zhengji to admit the relationship between the two masters and apprentices, which made his old face appear more moved, and some crystal vapor was swirling in his eyes, "I allow...... How can I not allow ......!

??“ Master of martial arts, in fact, I want to thank you, if it were not for your strict teaching, how could there be me today, what you taught me, and I will benefit from it", this is the truth of political discipline, some knowledge, some knowledge, only when you use it, you will remember and thank the teacher who taught me all this. Fastest updates

?? Jiewu didn't say anything anymore, the hands of the two were tightly clasped together, there was no hatred, no hatred, just the pleasure of releasing the previous suspicion and the relaxed mood.

?? Zhengji sent away the martial arts, turned his head, and was slightly stunned, in the dark open space, there was an extra figure out of thin air, silent, like a ghost in the night, if it weren't for Zhengji's extraordinary eyesight, seeing his robe and dress clearly, he would almost be regarded as a ghost.

??“ Xuanbei Ancestor...... Why did you suddenly appear in this place!?"

?? Xuan Ci was dressed in a black robe, and his whole appearance was a heroic image of a sneak attack on the Jin Soldier Camp in the Song Dynasty, "You are leaving tomorrow, I will come now, there are still some important things to explain." ”

??“ Don't tell others the location of the Zen Temple, keep all the secrets, don't easily use the fighting skills learned in the Zen Temple, and don't use any weapons and equipment of the Zen Temple.......

??“ The purpose of my coming today is to explain one last thing to you. ”

??“ Although you may not return to the Zen Temple in the future, but the Zen Temple has given you strength, you must use your power to the right place, hoe the strong and help the weak, is the temple rule that has been handed down by our Zen Temple, you encounter any evil in the future, you must use the power you have obtained in the Zen Temple to fight against it! ”

?? Masaki looked embarrassed, thinking that you already knew that the old guy had stolen something to me, and he thought that the god was unaware of it.

?? An LCD plate appeared in Xuan Ci's hand, threw it in the air, crossed the space of five meters, and was grabbed by Zhengji.

??“ Bu Zi!", an image appeared on the LCD panel, showing the all-round facial features of some people constantly rotating, and below was a long list of information, which was inexplicable to see the political discipline.

?? Xuan Ci explained, "This is the wanted warrant of the Zen Xi Temple, all of them are wanted, ranging from A to D levels, they are all extremely dangerous elements, and the damage caused to any society is immeasurable, this is also an obligation that you need to abide by, you don't need to deliberately track them down, you only need to use your strength to hold them when you meet them!"

?? Zhengji secretly thought that there was really no free lunch in the world, and Zen Xiji Temple would not teach him so much effort in vain, so he still had to offer some conditions. But these things were insignificant compared to what he had gotten, and he said, "Okay, I'll keep an eye on it." ”

??“ Let me remind you, the people who can be wanted by the Zen Xi Temple are not ordinary people, they are quite powerful and experts in various fields, if you meet them, don't underestimate the enemy, I don't want the Zen descendants of the Zen Temple to die unknowingly," Xuan Ci paused and looked at Zheng Ji deeply, "And you, you can't use the abilities and weapons you learned in the Zen Xi Temple to do evil, otherwise, there will be your appearance on the wanted warrant - S-level wanted!"

"Squeak, squeak" After Xuan Bei left, a familiar wheelchair sound came from the darkness, attracting Masaki's attention.

"What's the matter tonight, come one after another", Zhengji muttered, looking at the person who came, it was the returning master Jieyun.

Jieyun sat in a wheelchair, slowly came to Zhengji's face expressionlessly, raised his head and looked at Zhengji's face in the moonlight, and suddenly Zhengji said a few unexpected words: "Thank you, Guiyi."

"Huh?" Masaki thought that he might have come to leave, and guessed that he wanted to chase the cause of death, but he didn't expect him to start with such an opening.

"I know, you were in the main hall that day, maybe not all of it was true, it was true to return to the temple, and maybe it was true to save you, but you were an undercover agent sent by the Zen Temple, but I know that this is not true, when he did such a bloody case in the Zen Temple, he was already doomed to not be able to turn back," Jieyun looked at him with an unconcealable loss and sadness, as if muttering to himself, "When he was alive, he may be notorious, but I want to thank you for giving him a chance to wash away the lead after he died."

Zhengji's eyes were slightly condensed, and he said after a long time: "He did help me, but death is great, no matter what mistakes he made in his life, it was all a passing thing, and we can't be committed to a dead person."

"Maybe, but I also want to thank you, as a master of sinners, so that he can be removed from the blacklist of the Zen Xi Temple", Jieyun's expression was shaky, as if he remembered something, slowly turned around, slowly left with a wheelchair, walked to the door, and suddenly turned around to look at Masaki and finally said: "I forgot to congratulate you, the eighth Zen descendant, you have fulfilled the dream of your junior brother for many years."

When the clouds rose for a few kilometers, a faintly visible white mist was stirred, translucent to the eternal vast earth, like a wild goose that had stayed for a whole century, drowning in the eternal sunset.

When time is also leisurely remembered, then thousands of years ago, who played the oath on the cliff tower, the vast wind was blown away, every particle turned into the weakest radio waves in the world, after the transformation of time and space, gently in every day looking up at the distant mountains in the wilderness, in every day when I saw the sea and swimming fish, in every day I saw the sky and birds, with the rolled grass, with the monsoon of the ocean, with the blue shimmer reflected by the sky on the pupils, the final growth of slow sprouts, far away into towering trees, supporting the dream and hope of covering a world of luxuriant reproduction。

There is a wooden table in front of him, the unique texture of ancient wood crawls all over it, showing a cup of coffee that is still steaming, delicate cups and plates, with some exotic patterns, the rich aroma of coffee diffuses all around, and the moist and hot mellow fragrance finds the gap into the nostrils, brewing the taste of happiness in the mind.

Masaki looked out through the porthole of the ultra-luxury airliner, and there was a vast sea of clouds below, which was like the feeling of déjà vu, as if he was in the warm luxury first-class cabin when he went to the United States to attend the awards party two months ago, just quietly looking at the scenery flying by outside the window, and his heart could not be calm for a long time.

Family and life. Living a peaceful and prosperous life, what are they doing now? Will they be quietly looking at the door, looking forward to their return? Will the darkness of the courtyard still lie at the feet of grandma, and will they stand up smartly whenever there is a disturbance?

At the last moment under the deep sea, I really thought that it would be my last moment in the world, at that time, would I think of what I am now? Masaki looked at his arm, more than two months of hellish training, a bizarre experience that could almost be written into a fantasy, made his whole person strong, and before he knew it, his growth had grown like a bud and a tree full of fruits. I don't know, when I return to that familiar world and walk out on the street, will there still be fans who will recognize me?

Life is like this, when you think that there will be no turnaround and unexpectedness, when you think that your life is the same, there is nothing external that can shake him, and even the Atlantic typhoon cannot shake it, it is often the most inconspicuous loophole, which has made us think that the life that was surrounded by a steel castle as stable as a rock is so easily dissipated and broken, becoming fragments of stars, and disappearing into the air in the time when it is too late to recall, as if going to another world.

Zhengji looked at the package around him, the things there, there were badges representing status, and all kinds of strange items that his cheap master Jiekong took from the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion to give to him, all of which witnessed the truth of his two months.

"I didn't expect it, I really didn't expect that after two months of training, your son really became a descendant of Zen Buddhism! Old Song and I really didn't look at the wrong person, do you know how many miracles of Zen Temple your son has created?" The old man who was sitting beside Zhengji, squinting his eyes and looking at him, was Ding Lao, who smiled and patted Zhengji's much stronger shoulder with emotion.

"It's okay, okay, come and pick me up soon, I didn't expect Ding Lao you to slap me, let me wait for two months, it's almost the end of October, I haven't reported for such a long time, and eighty percent of my university exams have been in vain," Zhengji showed a smile, and looked at Ding Lao Dao with ridicule in his tone.

A sneering smile appeared on Ding Lao's face, and he slapped the tea table and said loudly: "Hu, without my Lao Ding's consent, which university would dare not want you!"

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