If it weren't for the roller coaster, pirate ship and the like that he had played in his previous life, I am afraid that he would suddenly suffer such a violent swing, and his body would have become dizzy and weak in the case of extreme discomfort. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoAt that time, it may be that a little bit will be directly thrown out by the violently swinging Zen platform, in that case, this competition will directly fail, so it will be difficult to worship Shaolin.

I won't put some water, what are you doing so seriously, dusk doesn't think that this gust of wind is sudden, and it is not expected by the Shaolin monk.

It may be that feeling the embarrassment of dusk, Master Wujing, who was leisurely swaying with the wind, opened his eyes again and whispered to the dusk: "Little donor, you just give up, as long as you admit defeat, the poor monk will send you down directly, so as not to suffer this sin." Otherwise, when you can't hold on anymore and are thrown out, and then admit defeat, this sin will be in vain! ”

Master Wujing didn't think that Dusk could really persevere in this test, on the one hand, it was to save trouble, and on the other hand, it was not without a hint of motivation for Dusk.

"To this extent..." In the face of Master Wujing's verbal "persuasion", while dusk was unmoved, he refused to suffer on his lips: "It's just a piece of cake for me, isn't it just this little wind, what's so great, I'm happier when I swing back and forth, hehe..."

pretended to laugh twice, which was an opportunity to show that he was not afraid, but the hands that grabbed the gauntlet revealed the nervousness and uneasiness at this time of dusk.

"Amitabha, I hope that next, you can still be hard-mouthed!" Master Wujing looked at the dusk swaying back and forth in the wind, and after saying a meaningful word, he closed his eyes again and did not speak.

Outside the day, isn't it, isn't this the end?... Hearing the familiar and ambiguous words, Dusk complained in his heart.

Master Wujing's words made the ominous premonition of dusk clearer, this comparison of zazen will definitely not be so simple. I don't know if it will rain with such a strong wind, if it is true, it will be miserable!

Don't look at Dusk now talking well, but that's just talking, sitting on the Zen platform that keeps swinging back and forth, Dusk doesn't dare to be careless at all, if this is not over, Dusk himself doesn't know if he can stick to this test as he said, in this test.

Soon, Dusk knew what Master Wujing meant, and it was really as he guessed, the house leak happened to rain overnight, and the boat was broken and hit by the headwind!

At the end of the day, the dark clouds that gathered with the wind and pressed down on the city became lower and lower, lower and lower, and the whole space was like night at this time, and the black pressure made people can't help but feel endless boredom in their hearts.

"It's not really going to rain, is it?" Dusk smiled bitterly, my crow's mouth.

Sure enough, it seemed that I heard the sound of dusk, and I saw a silver thunderbolt falling from the sky, as if it was about to split the entire sky in half, and it burst into the world.

"Boom..."

After the dazzling silver light, a drop of raindrops the size of a bean drop, like a spilled bean grain, rushed overwhelmingly in the "desperate" gaze of dusk.

"Day..." The wind shook the world, the rain fell and wept ghosts and gods, but after a few breaths, under the erosion of the rain, there was no dry place on Dusk's whole body, and the wind carried the torrential rain, mercilessly hitting Dusk's face and body, and he didn't dare to look up at this awe-inspiring sky.

Listening to the Zen sound faintly piercing through his ears, which was not suppressed by the storm at all, Dusk understood in his heart that this group of monks must have expected such bad weather today, and deliberately chose this time period to sit in meditation, which is really worthy of themselves.

Originally, when the wind first rose, Dusk thought it was a master of Shaolin Temple, and he used his strong internal force to urge the wind behind him, so as to test himself. Now it seems that this is purely the reason why God is unhappy. I didn't expect that in addition to eating fasting and chanting Buddha, monks would also watch the sky at night, isn't this the group of gods and ghosts in Taoism, I didn't expect this group of monks to be, but I don't know if it will measure good luck and see marriage!

But don't say it, this group of monks' predictions about the weather are indeed very accurate! In the future, if you don't mix well in the rivers and lakes, see if you can learn some of this technology in Shaolin, and then go out to be a god!

Finally, after complaining in my heart, Dusk was completely immersed in this sudden storm.

The wind roared and the rain fell. Standing upright and in the wind and rain, the Zen platform was destroyed like a fallen leaf, swaying wantonly in mid-air with the wind and rain, as if it would be annihilated in this huge storm in the next moment.

Compared with the embarrassment of dusk, although Master Wujing did not have the internal force to fight against the wind and rain, the background of years of Buddha cultivation made him still indifferent in the wind and rain. And he seems to be swaying back and forth with the meditation platform, but after careful observation, you will find that Master Wujing's body has always been in a relatively static state relative to the meditation platform under his seat, and has not been deviated from the meditation platform due to the erosion of wind and rain.

Let the wind and rain blow, I will not move.

Even if Master Wujing is the same as Dusk, his clothes are soaked by the rain, but Master Wujing is like a rock in the water, not moving like a mountain, and Dusk is like a lonely boat in the waves, which may disappear into the waves at any time.

Squinted his eyes, glanced at dusk, and saw that he was still desperately grasping the meditation platform, struggling in the wind and rain, even if it was because yesterday's Buddha was not very pleasing to the dusk, Master Wujing still couldn't help but nod approvingly, this kid, this tenacious character, is very good.

The wind and rain were cloudy, and the sky was gloomy.

The raindrops are getting denser and denser, hitting Dusk's body, it actually brings a little pain, what is the feeling of being wet by the rain long hair sticking to the face, Dusk has no strength now, let alone the mood to feel it, now he can only do to struggle in the wind and rain, not to be overwhelmed by this sudden storm.

The body kept swinging back and forth with the Zen platform, and the wind and rain kept hitting, so that Dusk forgot that this was a game, forgot the original intention, and he was already dizzy, and he could be swept away by the crazy wind and rain at any time, thus losing the opportunity to enter Shaolin.

The wind and rain are pressing, and the time is thin.

The storm comes and goes.

Just as the dusk was still gritting its teeth and holding on, the raindrops suddenly became smaller.

Then there were only a dozen breaths, and the wind and rain stopped.

For Dusk, the departure of the storm made him finally relieved, he didn't know how long the storm lasted, because in the case just now, time was infinitely magnified because of fear and tension, and in Dusk's eyes, the passage was too slow.

Maybe for others, it's just a stick of incense, but for dusk, it may seem like a century, and to be honest, even he doesn't know how he gritted his teeth and persevered.

Is it because I don't want to admit defeat like this, or I don't want to lose face in front of this group of great monks, or because of Shaolin stunts, or for "Jiuyang Divine Skill"!

No, Dusk didn't let go, not because of these external reasons, but because he forgot it, he was afraid.

The invasion of the torrential rain just now, such a real feeling, the powerlessness like a fallen leaf struggling in the wind and rain, made him forget that this was a game, made him forget that there were monks with strong martial arts around him, and forgot that even if he let go of his hand, he would not make the slightest mistake.

That's right, he forgot, the rainstorm is so real, every raindrop falls on him, exactly the same as reality, in this case, he forgets how he appeared here, forgets what the purpose of being here is, he only knows that if he lets go of his hand, he will drown in this rainstorm, it has nothing to do with life and death, just afraid of losing his persistence.