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"Little third junior brother, you don't know, each hall has its own unique mastery, such as my precept hall, which enjoys the three supreme masteries, the twelve-way dragon snatching hand, the bone shrinking skill and the closing breath skill!"

While speaking, the thief raised his head slightly, and finally deliberately accentuated his tone, with a strong pride in his words.

At this moment, Wang San finally understood the meaning of the thief, it was nothing more than to come to show off, as early as the time of cremation, Wang San guessed that the thief was using the twelve-way dragon catcher.

"Isn't it just one more mastery? One day, this dragon snatching hand, bone shrinking skill, and that closing breath skill are all my Wang San's. Wang San muttered to himself.

In fact, what Wang San wants to learn most is the twelve-way dragon catcher!

"Senior Brother Thief, I don't know that the Twelve Ways Dragon Catcher of the Discipline Hall can be compared to the Golden Bell Jar?" Wang San deliberately put on an ignorant appearance, he wanted to see how the Dao thief answered him.

The thief's face stiffened, and he said hesitantly: "This ...... Naturally, it can't be compared. ”

"Golden bell jar, one-finger Zen, great shift, dragon subjugation and elephant power...... Only the previous abbots can cultivate, which is the highest mastery of the Five Dragons Temple, so the dragon snatcher is naturally not as good as the golden bell jar. The thief explained.

"Senior Brother Thief, why are you explaining so much? It seems that I didn't ask this?" Wang San asked curiously.

"I ......"

The thief was speechless for a while, and the first time he found that talking to people was so hot, there seemed to be a puff of breath in his chest, and he was holding it uncomfortably.

The thief couldn't get used to Wang San's pride, so he came to fight Wang San, but he didn't expect it.

Just when they met, they just said a sentence, not only was Wang San led by the nose, but they didn't say what they wanted to say, but they pulled a bunch of nonsense, and they also put themselves in.

Looking at the deflated expression of the thief, Wang San felt very comfortable, this comfort, as far as the lower abdomen, permeated the whole body, causing people to tremble.

"Senior Brother Thief, what's wrong with you? If there is anything sad, say it, Senior Brother will definitely solve problems for Senior Brother Thief!" Wang San smiled, blinked his eyes, and looked concerned.

This little monk is simply too annoying to speak!

The Dao thief glared at Wang San, and for a while, he couldn't find the words.

The Dao thief took a deep breath, calmed down his anger, and said, "Junior junior brother, each hall is a peerless student, but only the Zhaitang is the worst. However, it is not completely useless, and when you learn some, you can pass on a move and a half to the disciples of Zhaitang. ”

"For example, the wood-burning knife technique, the disciples in the hall can learn it, and they can chop wood and chop vegetables faster, and as for the dragonfly water lifting technique, it can make the disciples carry water and walk more steadily. Especially on rainy days, the mountain is slippery!"

After saying this, the Dao thief sneered and turned to leave.

Prepare to find a quiet place, recite the Bodhicitta Sutra several times, and meditate your mind.

Looking at the departing figure of the Dao thief, Wang San frowned, and looked down at the two great masters of the Zhaitang in his hand.

Wang San's heart has been more or less affected, if it is really as the Taoist thief said, this Zhaitang is just used to carry water, chop wood, and chop vegetables.

Is that really the case?

"Hmph, even if that's the case?" Wang San snorted coldly.

With mixed feelings, Wang San walked slowly towards the room.

Lent room.

Qing Yise and Xuangui talked happily with each other, and when they saw Wang San coming back, their eyes lit up, and they ran over at the same time.

When they came closer, the two of them noticed the things in Wang San's hand for the first time, and they couldn't take their eyes off it for a long time.

"Wow, this ...... This is the first wooden robe that can only be worn, and I have only seen the first seat of Boundless to wear it before. Little three, can you let me touch it?"

"Touch it!" Wang San said calmly.

They all looked at Wang San, with tears in their eyes, and said, "Little Sanshouzao, you are so good!"

As he spoke, he stretched out his right hand and wiped it off the wooden robe, his eyes were confused, intoxicated, and his movements were slow, as if he was caressing a treasure.

"It's a wooden robe, so soft!

The same expression, combined with his voice, is simply amazing.

"How is the robe touched?" Wang San really couldn't stand it anymore, and shouted: "Stop!"

"Little Sanshouza, can you let me touch it for a while?" said all sincerely, completely intoxicated.

"Touch your head!" Wang San couldn't help but burst into a foul mouth, he really doubted that this was all the same, how could he come to Wulong Temple to become a monk.

"Touch my head? This head seems to have no characteristics except for the hairless, bare, and uncharacteristic! What is there to touch? Can it be compared with the feel of a wooden robe? That silky, that soft......

All of them were puzzled, muttering suspiciously, reaching out and touching their little bald head from time to time.

Wang San felt helpless and coughed dryly, he didn't want to dwell on this issue.

"Deacon Xuangui, you will briefly explain the affairs of the hall!" Xiao San's memory was very simple, Wang San could not find complete information about the hall.

"Yes, the first one!"

Xuangui is worthy of being a monk who has been in the hall for many years, and a simple introduction has given Wang San an in-depth understanding of everything in the hall.

There aren't many things to do, but they're all chores, and you only need to cook three meals a day on weekdays.

Only when there is a shortage of food, the first seat of the hall will go down the mountain to purchase.

"Deacon Xuangui, you have always handled the affairs in this hall in an orderly manner, and you will continue to work hard in the future!"

These miscellaneous things in the hall, Wang San felt a headache when he thought about it, since there are ready-made candidates, there is no need to use them in vain.

"Thank you Xiao San for your kindness, Xuan Turtle will definitely do his best to arrange the affairs in the hall!"

"That's the best, but don't make me any moths, or ...... I have to look for someone else!" Wang San's voice changed and said seriously.

Wang San had a conflict with the Dao thief, and he didn't want to be caught by the Discipline Hall for some faults, and then use this as a topic to trouble him.

"The first seat of the small three is not assured. ”

At this moment, facing Wang San, Xuangui had the feeling of seeing the big officials.

"Alright, Deacon Xuangui, go about your business. Wang San said lightly.

"Yes. Xuangui answered, left in a hurry, touched the sweat on his head, and sighed secretly: "Xiao San was struck by lightning, could it be that he was contaminated with Tianwei?"

Wang San turned around and found that all of them were still touching his little bald head, and his mouth was still chattering.

Wang San shook his head and shouted, "All the same!"

"Ahh

All of them, after thinking about it for a long time, I didn't come up with anything special about his bald head, since Wang San said to touch your head, it must be like to touch his little bald head.

Seeing that Wang San didn't speak, he asked, "Little San, is it all?"

"No!" Wang San replied affirmatively, he didn't have the habit of touching other people's little bald heads, there was no doubt about it.

"What's that?"

Suddenly, there was a shout in the distance, and the monks outside the fasting room were all alarmed, including Wang San and Qing Yise.

What made Wang San feel fortunate was that this change was finally no longer entangled in the previous problems.

As far as the eye can see, the monks of each hall are flocking to it, and the scene is extremely amazing.

Apparently, they are starving!

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