Chapter 3: The Broken Buddha Statue

When he opened his eyes, Sun Long found that his surroundings were gray and he couldn't see anything clearly, Sun Wu was gone, Su Tian was gone, and everyone was gone...... Where am I?

Vaguely remembering what happened before, Sun Long was angry at Sun Qitong's humiliation, and was kicked out by Sun Lin, which made Sun Long's abdominal pain unbearable and fainted, and the last words he heard in his ears were the short four words: "This group of waste!" ”

Like a devil's symbol, it kept floating in his mind, Sun Long felt that his head was about to explode, and he was not convinced! Why did the family have to be suppressed, and why could the whole clan only be humiliated by Sun Lin? It's not fair that the family didn't do anything wrong, but it suffered such a result!

Suddenly, the surrounding environment became clear, and in front of Sun Long's eyes, an old monk wearing a yellow robe and a tattered robe appeared, with a peaceful face and charitable eyes, giving people a very kind feeling. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

For some reason, the first impression of this old monk on Sun Long was that it was a little kind, it was an indescribable feeling, it seemed unfathomable, and it seemed that his fate was destined to be somewhat entangled with him.

This monk has a special power, Sun Long's irritable mood gradually calmed down, adjusted his state, Sun Long asked, "Who are you?" ”

The old monk made a voice like a bell, which sounded ethereal and vast, like a Sanskrit sound: "You are in the temple of the old man, how can you not know the name of the old monk?" ”

"Your temple?" Sun Long thought about it, and only remembered that the broken temple where he now lives is called the Big Buddha Temple, because Buddhism in the Chinese world is not prosperous, so the incense has been cut off many years ago, where is there any abbot? If it wasn't the abbot, then how could this old monk say that this temple was his?

Sun Longhu looked at him suspiciously, not knowing how to answer, so he didn't speak.

The old monk smiled lovingly, and did not bother with this problem, he looked at Sun Long's eyes, the eyes full of years of tempering seemed to be able to see through Sun Long's heart, the old monk said: "Little donor, your dantian is deposed and is destined to not be able to condense the martial soul in this life, even if you have a thousand kinds of pride, you must not show an inch." ”

Of course, Sun Long knew the martial soul, and he also knew that if this world wanted to become strong, he must strengthen the martial soul, but Su Tian did not say anything about the abolition of his dantian.

Contacting the old monk's words, Sun Long was suddenly shocked, the dantian was abolished, and the martial soul did not condense This is the common knowledge of the mainland, if it is said that the martial soul is destined not to be condensed in this life, then there is no possibility of becoming stronger forever?

Sun Long looked at the old monk, his slightly immature pupils, the color of innocence had not faded, and collided with those weathered eyes, Sun Long did not flinch, but looked at it attentively and seriously.

After a long time, Sun Song lowered his head in disappointment, he saw the facts and affirmation in the eyes of the old monk, the old monk did not lie, his dantian was really abolished! I can't condense the martial soul for the rest of my life!

Frustration, anger, and unwillingness to strike immediately! In the previous life, because of the low start, Sun Long never gave up hope, he has a strong heart that never gives up, so his heart hopes will last forever.

But now everything has changed, in the Chinese world of heroes purely by force, he can't even condense the martial soul, which is the same concept as not having a sound mind in the previous world, is it said that the way of heaven is so unfair, is it really to use irresistible force to forcibly extinguish the fire of hope in his heart?!

Why is this happening? Why me!

Sun Long was suddenly very angry and roared loudly, like a mad lion, venting his inner anger and unwillingness!

It wasn't until a long, long time later that Sun Long was tired, his voice was hoarse, his strength was exhausted, and he could no longer vent any emotions, so he calmed down.

The old monk had been standing quietly from a distance and looking at Sun Long, maintaining the same posture and expression, without saying a word or comforting him.

When Sun Long was no longer irritable, the old monk finally spoke: "Where does the donor plan to go in the future?" ”

Sun Long scratched/rubbed his hair, his head was a mess, what could he do, what could a person who couldn't condense his martial soul do?

There were countless familiar faces in his head at the same time, Su Tian, Sun Wu, Sun Wen, Sun Lin...... Sun Qitong.

These vivid people shuttled back and forth in his mind, forming a lingering picture, and the decadent mood was intertwined with the angry emotion, which made Sun Long feel miserable.

It wasn't until a long time later that Sun Long gradually broke away from this whirlpool of pain, he took a deep breath, thinking of the countless days and nights of suffering in the past, and the strong heart that never gave up, so that he got one performance opportunity after another, and got closer and closer on the road of chasing his dreams.

After all, people should not give up hope, there is hope to have a chance, at least not dead, the road to tomorrow is still there, why bother the young man to talk too much!

Suddenly, Sun Long's eyes lit up, and he said angrily: "Although I can't condense the martial soul, I have parents, clansmen, and a body that can still survive, even if I can't get stronger, I have to live well, even if fate gives me the most ruthless blow, I am still strong, I want to prove to everyone that I am not weak." ”

Sun Long's eyes became extremely firm at this moment, just like the persistence of the previous life, if he didn't give up, he could finally prove himself!

The old monk nodded approvingly, and suddenly stretched out a finger and pointed at the center of Sun Long's eyebrows, and a golden Sanskrit flower flashed with mysterious light, and the next moment it burrowed into Sun Long's head and disappeared.

Sun Long didn't find out.

The old monk said: "Donor, if the old man says that there is a way to repair your dantian, but you need to exchange it for fifty years of life, are you willing?" ”

Sun Long thought that the old monk was joking, so he said casually: "If you can really do it, what if you reduce your life expectancy by fifty years." ”

Shou Yuan? That's an unforeseeable thing for Xuanzhi and Xuan, taking Shouyuan in exchange for dantian repair, just kidding?

The old monk looked serious, without any jokes, and still repeated: "If you are willing to exchange it for fifty years of life, the old monk can help you repair the dantian now." ”

Sun Long's eyes lit up, he seemed to see hope, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Change!" ”

The old monk didn't say anything more, walked to Sun Long's side, and the huge hand with the size of the fan was gently pressed on Sun Long's forehead, Sun Long only felt that something in his body was withdrawn, but he couldn't perceive anything when he felt it carefully, and he couldn't help but feel very magical.

The old monk quickly took out a wooden fish, and then slapped it, the wooden fish made a crisp sound, and the old monk quickly put the wooden fish away.

The old monk said: "Next, the old man will repair the dantian for you, this process will be very painful, if you can't hold on, you may die because of it, you must endure, life and death in this move." ”

Sun Long gritted his teeth and said, "Come on!" ”

"Good!"

The old monk agreed, two palms stretched out flat, one palm attached to the end of Sun Long's backbone, one palm attached to Sun Long's lower abdomen, his palm on the golden light, like the Buddha's manifestation, Sun Long felt a trace of wonderful power poured into the lower abdomen, looking at the old monk's solemn appearance, I couldn't help but get excited, for the recovery of the dantian, it was a little more confident!

The external force is like boiling hot water, from heating up to boiling, the heat is getting bigger and bigger, more and more concentrated, Qin Lie felt very comfortable in the dantian at first, but the more he came later, the more uncomfortable the feeling came from the dantian, just like countless small knives began to cut the stomach and intestines, the feeling became stronger and stronger, and finally it was like countless ants gnawing on their internal organs, the pain penetrated deep into the bone marrow, and even the soul was trembling at this moment!

Sun Long felt that his spirit was about to collapse, this kind of pain was definitely not something that humans could bear, but between life and death, Sun Long could not afford to retreat, so he had to forcibly endure it!

At this time, Sun Long's consciousness began to fall into a blur, as if his soul was gradually detaching from the body, and for a moment, Sun Long even felt that he had died.

However, just as he was about to lose consciousness, a clear light suddenly appeared in his mind, although it was very faint, but it was still like a trickle, pulling Sun Long's spirit back from the abyss of death to reality.

The severe pain continued, and Sun Long launched a fierce attack and gritted his teeth, making a rattling sound, and his teeth were bitten out of the gaps!

Time passed minute by minute, as if countless boring days and nights were superimposed, and the sharp pain finally gradually left Sun Long's body, and suddenly, a powerful force condensed and swirled in the dantian, and finally converged into a fist-sized gaseous sphere, like a cloud of smoke suspended in a vacuum, churning, and suddenly magical.

Sun Long's comprehension is very good, and he knows that he has turned on the internal vision function, and that floating gaseous object must be his martial soul! The dantian was really repaired, and he actually had a martial soul!

The joy of rebirth slammed into Sun Long's heart, and Sun Long couldn't help laughing!

With this smile, the illusory space dissipated in an instant, and Sun Long opened his eyes suddenly, and it turned out that he had returned to the ruined temple.

He was covered with a worn blanket, the night was like water, and the wind and snow outside were still whistling, and it was already late at night.

Sun Wu leaned on a big pillar and pretended to sleep, but Su Tian fell asleep next to Sun Long, his thin body exposed to the invasion of the cold wind, which made Sun Long feel very heartbroken.

Pulling out a broken blanket under him, Sun Long casually covered Su Tian, and looked up inadvertently, but saw the three Buddha statues enshrined in the main hall.

The statue was covered with cobwebs, the glazed tiles at the top had long been broken, and a table-sized hole hung there, and the wind and snow poured into the main hall along the big hole.

Looking at the broken Buddha statue, Sun Long said in his heart that this Buddha statue can't even protect himself, how can he protect others? Could it be that the experience just now turned out to be a dream?

Trying to observe the body with apprehension, he instantly entered a new world, a fist-sized gaseous sphere was tumbling and rolling, although there was no color, but Sun Long seemed to see the most beautiful scenery in the world, at this moment, Sun Long really had an urge to let the whole continent hear his roar!