"Exactly, I wonder if there is any interest in staying and observing the first ceremony of the junior?" asked the abbot of Yuantong. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

This kind of thing has always been the existence of the first seat, and only then is eligible to participate, which shows that the abbot attaches great importance to Zhang Yuanwai.

"Zhang is naturally happy to observe the master's demeanor, but things are heavy in this house,......" Zhang Yuanwai replied.

Wang San has seen this kind of routine a lot, thinking that at the beginning, he was alone in the bedroom enjoying the blockbuster. While he was concentrating, there was a knock on the door, so frightened that he almost didn't imprint some disease on his body.

When I opened the door, it was a student girl with heavy makeup who came in, Wang San's first reaction was to shout that it was unfair, why could girls enter the boys' dormitory!

They all say that men and women are equal, and he wants to ask, who said this?

The saddest thing is that Wang San was also fooled and bought a bottle of cheap Head & Shoulders at a high price.

But later, the most hateful thing is that Wang San found that the bottle was filled with soapy water......

Therefore, Zhang Yuanwai's words are obviously a prevarication, nothing more than that he thinks that he Wang San is too young, and no matter what point he is, he is not as good as the first seat of other halls.

"Since you're busy with other things, the old man won't keep you. Abbot Yuantong said unhurriedly.

Zhang Yuanwai exchanged a few words with the abbot of Yuantong and the first seat of the people, and then walked down the mountain with the entourage.

In this process, Zhang Yuanwai was the only one who didn't talk to Wang San, Wang San didn't care about this, what he cared about was the beautiful girl next to Zhang Yuanwai.

"This is a pure natural girl, without any processing!"

Although this woman is not stunning, she is much better than the stars Wang San has seen, once she takes off her makeup, it is simply unsightly.

"Uncle Abbot, I wonder who the young benefactor is?" asked Wang San expressionlessly.

"She is Zhang Yuanwai's daughter!" After speaking, Abbot Yuantong looked at the Jian Temple and said, "Senior Brother Pukuai, you go and inform the other heads and go to the meditation hall to watch the ceremony!"

"Yes, Senior Brother Abbot!"

"Little San, follow me to the meditation hall!"

Meditation hall.

The first seat of the crowd gathered, divided on both sides, the abbot stood under the big Buddha in the center, and the Pukuaijian Temple stood on the side of the abbot of Yuantong.

Holding a tray in his hand, on which he dragged some things, including robes, Buddhist beads, prayer beads, secret books, silver needles......

Since the moment this tray appeared, Wang San's eyes have not been taken away, to be precise, he is staring at the cheats on the tray!

"Little San, are you willing to accept the position of the first seat of this hall?" the voice of the abbot of Yuantong sounded in the meditation hall.

"I do!"

"Alright, please take off your shirt!"

Take off your top? What does this have to do with taking off your shirt to be the first one?

Wang San suspected that he had heard it wrong, although he didn't know the process of the first ceremony, but he took off his shirt this time, which was a little ......

"This, abbot, why do you take off your shirt......"

Whew!

Before Wang San finished speaking, all the leaders took off their shirts, and their movements were extremely neat, which scared Wang San unclearly.

"Crowd...... Uncles, what are you doing here?" said Wang San with some apprehension.

Each of these heads has eight-pack abs, bronzed skin, and well-defined muscles, and Wang San knows that it is definitely not from the sun.

"Little three, look at our right shoulder!" said one of the first seats.

Saying this, Wang San noticed that there are tattoos on the right shoulder of these heads, which are basically some animals, including green dragons, white tigers, Dapeng, and eagles......

Wang San noticed the tattoo on the shoulder of the first seat of the Discipline Hall, it was a dragon claw!

"Is this really a temple?" Wang San felt that it was not a monk standing in front of him, but a group of bandit leaders.

"Little San, you have also seen that to become the first seat of the Five Dragons Temple, you must choose a pattern to tattoo on your right shoulder!"

"Abbot, does this have to be stabbed?" Wang San did not reject tattoos, if he wasn't afraid of pain, he would also stab a pair.

"Hmm!" Abbot Yuantong nodded.

"Well, wait until I think about it!"

Wang San took off the cloth clothes on his body, revealing a weak body, with only a lone abdominal muscle in his abdomen.

Time passed minute by minute, Wang San stared at the tattoos on the shoulders of the first seats, and at a certain moment, he finally thought of it.

"Abbot, give me a thorn in a flower!"

"Flowers?" the people present exclaimed at the same time, "Thorn Flower?, for so many years, I am afraid that this is the first time that someone has made such a request.

"Isn't it possible?" asked Wang San puzzled.

"Amitabha, everything in the world has its value in existence, but I don't know what flower you want to tattoo?" Abbot Yuantong, as the abbot of Wulong Temple, immediately regained his calm after a short period of surprise.

"Uncle Abbot is very knowledgeable, please help me choose one!" replied Wang San.

The flower monk in the Water Margin has always been the object of Wang San's worship. This flower, it is not that he has a flower heart, but that the embroidery on his body, the peony flower!

The peony flower is the king of flowers, and the flower monk will have the peony thorn on the body, implying the king of ten thousand monks!

Wang San naturally doesn't expect any king of ten thousand monks, and he chooses flowers, just to worship the spirit of flower monks, but in reality, there are too few such people.

"That's good!"

Abbot Yuantong took out a silver needle from the tray and walked slowly towards Wang San.

"This ...... The needle is inevitably too long, isn't it? If this is not sterilized, if you do it directly, won't the wound become infected?" Wang San swallowed.

"Abbot, move as fast as possible!" Originally, Wang San wanted to say that he was afraid of pain, but after thinking about it, it was a little inappropriate to say this sentence, and he swallowed it after all.

Wang San closed his eyes, after all, he didn't dare to look, and it didn't take long for a tingling sensation to come from his shoulder, and Wang San knew that the tattoo had begun.

Before he could think about it, the voice of the abbot of Yuantong sounded.

"Little third junior brother, tattoo Yicheng, you are the first seat of the Wulong Temple Zhaitang, after that, you should be called a senior brother!"

The voice of the abbot of Yuantong was slightly weak, just now he used the supreme mastery of the Five Dragons Temple, and only the previous abbots could learn a finger of Zen.

"It's over, it's over so soon?" Wang San felt a little incredible, this was too fast.

"This tattoo is worthy of being from the hands of the abbot's senior brother, and it is a perfect match for the junior brother. Wonderful, wonderful!" Many of the first seats let out a sound of admiration.

"What tattoo?" Wang San asked, he couldn't see the tattoo on his shoulder.

"It's a chrysanthemum! There's a lightning bolt on top of the chrysanthemum!"

"Chrysanthemum, lightning?" Wang San wanted to cry without tears, and almost collapsed, he actually forgot that chrysanthemums are also flowers, there are so many flowers in the world, and the abbot chose a chrysanthemum......

And, what the hell is that lightning?

Wang San didn't say stinging lightning, what is this?

Wang San didn't dare to continue thinking about it, he decided that he would never reveal the tattoos on his body in the future, thinking of this, Wang San picked up the cloth clothes and put them on as soon as possible.

The first seat on the side was still admiring, and Wang San was chilled when he heard it.

"The chrysanthemum represents the hermit, Xiaosan, you grew up in my Wulong Temple since you were a child, and you have a lot to do with this flower, as for that lightning, the old man thought that you were struck by lightning, so he stabbed it. Thunder and lightning struck, and the chrysanthemum opened its mind......" The voice of the abbot of Yuantong sounded again.

This remark is reasonable, even if it is a game three, it is not easy to refute.

Wang San took a deep breath, what else could he say? Helplessly, he said, "Thank you, Senior Brother Abbot!"

ps: Ahem, I heard that there are many stories circulating in Head & Shoulders......