?? Jiekong was a little embarrassed, "I didn't become a descendant of Zen Buddhism, in addition to being a little poor in strength, there is also the fact that the amount of knowledge is too large, I can't participate in it, and I am not qualified to pass the assessment." Fastest update"

"Master Jiekong, what realm should the physical conditions and fighting skills required by the descendants of Zen Buddhism reach in order to pass the assessment?"

"Because the ultimate goal of a series of enhancements such as physical strength, martial arts and reflex nerves, is to defeat the enemy, therefore, the assessment requirements of Zen Temple for Zen descendants are also to defeat the enemy, and to become a Zen successor, you must use your kung fu and fighting skills to defeat the nine masters of Zen Temple who are specifically responsible for the assessment!" Jiekong looked at Zhengji deeply, the young man in front of him, just like himself back then, was so impulsive, so convinced that he could go out, he didn't know whether it was good or bad to give him hope now, he was afraid that the greater the hope of Zhengji, the greater the disappointment.

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In his eyes, the kind of eyes that contained all the ardent desires, the kind of eyes that implicated the same past world as him, made Jiekong a little moved for a while, he remembered when he first came to the island, and also remembered the years he had had, although the passion has faded, although the dream has been worn out, but now when he sees the political discipline, he thought that he had disappeared Those emotions that have disappeared have now begun to slowly ferment and brew in the bottom of his heart.

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"Nine Rank Masters!?" Zhengji had heard of the Ming Dynasty's Nine Grades Zhongzheng System and knew the grading system of Qing Dynasty officials, but he never knew that the masters in the temple were also divided into nine grades.

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"Yes, it is the master of the nine grades, the first grade is the strongest, the second grade is the second, ranked in order of strength, the nine grades are the weakest, if you want to become a qualified Zen successor, you must defeat the nine grade masters, in order to pass the actual assessment. Jiekong no longer has that relaxed expression, and in the buildings next to the dragon pattern playground that he and Masaki stepped into, a succession of tiled houses have covered the sky, bringing a unique coolness.

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Let Masaki almost think that he has walked into the alley in the north, there is an illusion of heaven and earth, and there is an illusion of changing things, and under his feet is a wet bluestone staircase, through the houses with a sense of oppression on both sides, straight connected to the distance, and the houses with staggered heads are not visible at a glance.

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"Is there anyone living here?" said Masaki who was skeptical of such a large complex.

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"What do you think...?" Jiekong also looked at Masaki with a smile and pointed to one of them: "The appearance of this place is a family's building, and there are supporting tables, round stools, and all the living utensils inside, and even the celadon teacup is half poured with tea, but all this, all the buildings you see in front of you, are just a model."

"Model?"

"Yes, the model, the antique buildings here, all are models used to hide people's eyes, in fact, the real dormitory of the Zen Temple is in other places after passing through here, you come with me. ”

Masaki followed behind Jiekong, shuttling through the intricate housing complexes, looking around curiously, he had already made up his mind in his heart, this was the best opportunity for him to get in touch with the unknown side of this world, driven by curiosity, he decided to hide.

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"After you have seen everything here, you can decide whether you want to take this path, you could have lived here without worrying about food and clothing, without suffering or being tired, and you will not insist on training equivalent to the intensity of the national special forces every day. He was now like a wolf on the verge of collapse with hunger, but in the midst of exhausting parade, he suddenly found traces of food, and his eyes immediately returned to sparkle, and nothing else could be put into his eyes except food that could keep him alive.

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It's also white.,The most convincing thing is the fact.,Quit empty can be guaranteed.,In front of him, the political discipline who changed his name to Guiyi saw the rigorous training as a monk of the Zen Xi Temple.,And the rotating sea of books in the library of the Zen Xi Temple.,The originally strong confidence may also crumble.。

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The most important thing for young people is confidence, even if they are chasing the wind, chasing the rainbow, and chasing the ethereal clouds, but their indestructible confidence can support them to never relax and move towards the road that is ultimately a cliff.

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"Young hearts are really a poison that is both beautiful and terrible!"

Jiekong looked up at the sky, and some birds flew by in a hurry, like the last batch of seasonal birds to escape the cold in winter, but I don't know how many will be left to return south in the spring of next year.

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The two of them walked through the building complex, and suddenly there was a loosening in front of them, and a vast sparse woodland suddenly appeared in front of them, scattered wooden stakes everywhere, some tall trees, and what made Masaki's eyes shine even more was that in the middle of the woodland, there was a clear lake, the lake was not big, there were some reeds fluttering, and there were seagulls that flew down from the sky from time to time to rest, some fish were swimming and shuttling quickly, and the next moment they dragged their families to another place, and next to this water surface that reflected the color of the sky, there were some busy figures scattered around wearing various clothes and monks' robes。

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?? Jiekong saw the confusion in Zhengji's eyes, "This is the place where our Scripture Pavilion exercises light weapons, and the environment is good." ”

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"Light... Small arms...?"

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"Well, what's the matter? The heavy weapons drill is underground, and there is a special training ground, which is just a place to test some new light weapons. ”

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"Something is wrong, something is wrong, in this Zen Temple, even an ordinary monk has a headset communicator, and that old monk also has a cloth microphone worn on his wrist, you let me sort it out calmly first..."

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"Yes, that's right. Jiekong replied.

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"Then you are arms dealers! You also practice light weapons! Is the Hidden Scripture Pavilion an arsenal or a supreme library of Buddhism?"

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"Oh, I forgot to explain to you, although we are called the Zangjing Pavilion, but we are an institution specializing in the research of suitable equipment in the Zenxi Temple, and all the weapons and equipment of the warrior monks in the Zenxi Temple are developed and provided by ourselves. The voice of the ring replied calmly, as if telling a commonplace story.

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Masaki knew that he was already surprised and numb, in this Zen Temple, it seemed that anything would happen, and this part of the Zangjing Pavilion turned out to be like a factory in the movie that designed weapons for spies, but then again, this Zen Temple is still a special spy organization in essence.

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"Our warrior monks have combined actual combat kung fu and the latest technology to form a special force. "Jiekong and Zhengji have already walked in the middle of a group of warrior monks who take care of their own affairs, and at that moment, Zhengji felt that Jiekong seemed to be a contractor who inspected the construction site, with a demeanor that pointed to the country.

Zhengji has heard his pride from his voice, it seems that he, the host of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, is also quite good, and his career has been established under so many years of painstaking management, although it can't make up for the loss of his previous peaceful life, but it is also a little comforting.

At that moment, Masaki really wanted to know, what kind of story does this Maitreya Buddha always have with a friendly and smiling face, and where is his family now? Family affection is always the deepest memory of people, if they all remember their relatives so much, then in comparison, I haven't seen my relatives for so long, and my heart must be even more uncomfortable.

"Uncle Jiekong, if I can become a descendant of Zen Buddhism, I am if, after I can go out, do you have anything you need me to do?"

?? Jiekong's eyes suddenly stared at Masaki, revealing some complicated emotions, and then ripped off the shirt on his chest, revealing a pendant hanging from his neck, "If you can get out, please help me find my wife and children, and then give this thing to them I have... He's dead. ”

Masaki trembled a little, he suddenly had a feeling of congestion, and he didn't ask anything, head, "I will help you fulfill this wish." ”

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"Hahaha... Okay, I'll continue to introduce to you," Jiekong said to a warrior monk who was fiddling with a gun next to him, "Zangkong, you can demonstrate what kind of realm can be achieved with the marksmanship of firing hidden weapons." ”

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?? The warrior monk known as Kurakon had his head bowed, and the AK-47 in his hand glowed in the sunlight with some metallic sheen.

Jiekong patted Masaki on the shoulder, "Do you see the stone over there?"

Masaki looked over, and a fist-sized stone lay quietly on the ground in the distance, and some grass clinged to the edge of the stone, as if it was used as a shelter from the wind and rain.

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"Cluck!" Zangkong pulled the bolt, and the bolt popped out some long-unwashed dust in a quick slide, stirring in the air.

Zhengji dragged his hands and watched, not knowing what kind of realm it was to shoot with a hidden weapon just now, although he had already seen it from the hand of return, but after all, he didn't understand the trick.

Soaring! Zangkong rose up, and the powerful bouncing force shot him into the air at once, spinning in the air, Masaki secretly looked at himself, just this bouncing ability, he was no longer a layman!

This kind of body method, it should be called a light work, the whole person popped up, hidden in the space in the rotation of one foot out, on the tree next to it, with the help of another leap, the body rose a little.

"Peng!"

?“ Peng!"

?“ Peng!"

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