Xuanyi couldn't help but feel a little self-reproach when he looked at the mantra that was about to cry, wondering if he had taken too much action. When he was about to step forward to help, a clear voice came: "The second senior brother is strong in martial arts, what's the point of practicing with children, why don't you give some guidance to the junior brother?" Before the words fell, a young monk came in and stood in front of Xuanyi and looked at him with a look of indifference.

"True Dragon (real name unknown), male, 15 years old, the first true disciple of the Arhat Hall of King Kong Temple, ability level C+, combat power value 7500, potential value: SSS, internal force value: 80. ”

True Dragon, Good Dragon Aotian's Dharma Name, Xuanyi looked at the kid opposite, and saw him looking at himself with disdain, he couldn't help but smile and nodded: "Come on!"

"Please give me advice, senior brother!" The real dragon's face was solemn, and he put away his contempt, once he officially fought any opponent, he valued the basic qualities that a true martial artist must have.

Xuanyi is still holding a wooden knife to face the battle, although on the surface his combat power is far inferior to the real dragon, but his martial arts experience and fighting skills are still there, especially the person who has really experienced the fight for his life can overwhelm the flowers growing in the greenhouse from the level of spirit and spirit alone.

The real dragon danced an eyebrow-raising stick in an airtight air, and the shadow of the stick in the sky roared down towards Xuanyi, and Xuanyi jumped up to meet it with a knife and slashed out.

"Smack!" The knives and sticks struck, and the mouth of the Xuanyi Tiger with a huge shock was slightly numb, and he secretly said that this kid is so strong!

Seeing that Xuanyi's strength was not as good as his own, the real dragon took advantage of the situation to launch a fierce attack, the offensive was as rapid as a shower, and Xuanyi was forced to be a little hurried, and there was danger for a while. The onlookers applauded loudly and exclaimed, and everyone thought that it was only a matter of time before Xuanyi was defeated.

The real dragon slammed the stick to the ground, and the whole person jumped up in the air and kicked Xuanyi's head fiercely. "Bang!" Xuan Yi straightened up his right arm and directly blocked the True Dragon Stone's earth-shattering blow, and a golden light then emerged from his body, forming a circular air shield to protect him inside.

"Golden bell jar?" "Zhenlong grinned: "Senior brother, are you planning to be a turtle with a shrunken head?"

Xuan Yi smiled slightly and didn't care, among the many low-level martial arts mastered by his body, he was most interested in this golden bell jar, just take this opportunity to study it, maybe it has something to do with the unactivated Bodhi golden bell in the ontological martial arts.

The real dragon roared, and pounced on the long stick upside down, and the long stick in his hand was full of strength and smashed down from above. The round air shield outside the Xuan's body slammed into the long stick with a golden light, faintly ringing a bell.

"Bang!" The golden air cover lasted for a few seconds before it shattered and dissipated, and the long stick continued to smash towards Xuanyi's waist and abdomen, just when everyone thought that Xuanyi would be defeated in the next second, a more dazzling golden light emerged from the surface of Xuanyi's body, and then the four majestic faces of the Heavenly King Law Ministers rose from the top of Xuanyi's head and began to rotate like a marquee, Xuanyi stretched out his right hand and slapped it on the long stick with a backhand, and the internal force containing the shock was transmitted to the real dragon's hands through the long stick, and he only felt that his hands were numb, and the long stick fell to the ground.

"Accept and concede!" Xuan Yi looked at the real dragon with a pale face and bowed.

"What kind of exercise did you just make?" asked Zhenlong a little unwillingly.

"Confidential!" Xuan Yi smiled, he didn't dare to make it public at will when he wasn't sure if the Angry Eyes Vajra Martial Sutra was a mastery of the Vajra Temple.

"Hmph, don't be complacent! It must be that Master Jingmo has privately passed on a trick and a half to you, and I will also find the master!" Zhenlong pursed his lips disdainfully, picked up the long stick and went to the master in a hurry.

The people who originally planned to watch the excitement saw Xuanyi's great power and defeat the truth and the true dragon, and they dispersed with interest. Xuanyi patted the two stunned little children and said, "Let's go, take me to breakfast!"

"Oh good!" "Oh good!" Zhen Yan rubbed his eyes and hurriedly pulled Zhenlu to lead the way, the two little children were full of doubts, how did the second senior brother who had always been a waste suddenly become so powerful, could it really be as Zhenlong said, the master privately taught him a trick and a half? Looking at Yun Danfeng's Xuanyi, who looked like a master, the two of them had a little awe in their hearts for the first time.

The canteen is under the jurisdiction of Yunshui Hall, and there are already many monks in the huge restaurant who are eating, and the two of them are very diligent to help Xuanyi make gruel and pickles, and Xuanyi thanked him and slowly enjoyed the meal, which had a different taste.

The rules and precepts of the Kongo Temple are strict, and no disciple except for lay disciples is allowed to violate them, otherwise they will be punished extremely harshly by the Discipline Academy. The monks obeyed the rule of eating silently and ate breakfast quietly, and there was only a slight sound of eating in the whole dining hall.

After breakfast, it is time for morning class, and all the fourth-generation true transmission, ordinary, and named disciples gather in the lecture hall to chant Buddhist scriptures, except for those who have important responsibilities or go down the mountain to do business. The main hall of the lecture hall was wide and wide, the size of two football fields, and Xuanyi followed the mantra and the two found their place to kneel and sit down.

After a short time, the first Jingyun Zen Master of the Lecture Hall of Kindness and Kindness led the hall master Pure Heart Zen Master and a group of deacons to come together, and the Jingyun Zen Master walked to the head of the class and sang: "Mahaprajnaparamita" three times, and then continued to sing praises, although the distance is far away, the venue is empty, but the voice of the Jingyun Zen Master is very penetrating, and any corner is clearly audible as if it is in the ear.

After all the monks sang in unison, they went out to go around the Buddha in turn according to the formation, chanting "Nan Wu Amitabha" hundreds of times. followed by the rest of the morning class process, originally Xuanyi was worried that he didn't understand the process and showed his feet, but after the morning class started, his every move was clear, just like a monk who had been immersed in this way for many years, which couldn't help but let him attribute it to the body's instinctive reaction.

After finishing the morning service, the monks dispersed, and Xuanyi was about to return to the residence with the two little children, when a small novice ran behind him.

"Senior Brother Zhenwu, please stay!" Xiao Shami ran out of breath, and finally relieved himself: "Master Jingmo is invited!"

Master Jingmo, isn't this my cheap master? Xuanyi was stunned for a moment, but followed Xiao Shami to the inner hall of the Discipline Academy.

Unlike other palaces with carved beams and paintings, the main colors of the Discipline Monastery are only black and white, with white walls and black tiles, simple and solemn, which puts great pressure on people who set foot here in the absence of practice.

Although his body was faintly repulsive, Xuanyi was still very curious to look around, this was the first time he had "really" come here. The little novice took Xuanyi to the door of a courtyard room and whispered goodbye, and Xuanyi stepped forward and knocked lightly on the door.

"It's Zhenwu, right?" a majestic voice came from inside.

"Master, it's me!" Xuanyi said in a low voice respectfully.

"Come in! I have something to ask you!"

"Yes!" Xuanyi gently pushed open the hidden door and walked in, his nose was filled with a faint scent of sandalwood, which smelled very good.

A burly middle-aged monk was sitting cross-legged on the couch, and when he saw Xuanyi coming, he opened his eyes slightly, and his eyes were like electricity.