"Bell!"

"Bell!"

......

The clear and long bell echoes in the Fushan Temple. If there were others, they might praise the bell for its power, but the monks of Fushan Temple, who were familiar with the bell, frowned in unison.

"The bell is not ringing!"

An elder sat in the mountains and whispered,

"The force on the bell pestle is too scattered to penetrate deep into the bronze bell, so it is difficult to hit the real Buddha rhyme of the bell ......"

"This little monk who strikes the bell still needs more practice. ”

"Now the people who hit the bell room can go to the bell without going through the assessment?"

......

I didn't know that the others were frowning and counting the sound of the bell, Su Heng shook his hand and said triumphantly to the little monk on the side, "Is it a lot louder than you before?"

The little monk who hit the bell pulled the most embarrassing smile on his lips, he wanted to praise this powerful person, but the perennial chanting of the Buddha made him unable to open his eyes and say nonsense.

In the end, he had to bite the bullet and say, "The monks don't talk nonsense, the donor is really from this temple, I'm afraid he will be beaten." ”

"What!?" The smile on Su Heng's face withered instantly, he looked at the little monk in disbelief, although he didn't use any cultivation just now, he also used all his strength, his hands were still numb from the shock, how could he be a completely unqualified appearance in the eyes of this little monk?

The little monk saluted in fear, "The little monk did not dare to deceive the donor, when the donor hit the bell, he only cared about the strength, but the strength was extremely loose, and the strength could not penetrate into the bronze bell, so the sound sounded relatively crisp, although the sound was loud, but in fact it was only a superficial effort, and it could not hit the Buddha rhyme in the bell at all." ”

After that, the little monk stepped forward and grabbed the bell pestle, only to see him stand on his feet and sink his waist, and his whole body strength surged from the soles of his feet, turned to his waist, and finally passed into his arms.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

......

A dull and long bell rang from the top of the mountain, and then the other monks nodded in satisfaction,

"This bell is normal......"

"It seems that this bell is not alone!"

......

"Donor, are you listening to this bell completely different?" After the little monk finished striking the bell, he saluted Su Heng and said.

Su Heng was dumbfounded, but he had to admit that compared to the little monk's bell-hitting, he was simply a reckless man just now.

"Thank you for your advice!" Su Heng saluted the little monk with sincerity. Kuzhu Shitai is right, he hit the bell completely just using brute force, lack of skills, just came to Fushan Temple, has gained a lot, this mountain is really not wrong.

"It's okay, it's okay. The little monk waved his hand again and again, and then prepared to return to the bell room to continue today's practice, "Donor, if you really want to learn to hit the bell, you can go to the Tibetan scripture building to find a martial scripture, all of our brothers and sisters in the bell room will learn it, so that the whole body can be condensed together, and it is more convenient to hit the bell." ”

"What martial arts?" asked Su Heng.

"This martial arts book is actually commonplace, it only talks about a luck technique, it is on the first floor of the Tibetan scripture building, and the name is "Demon Pestle"!"

"Thank you, little master. Su Heng was overjoyed when he heard this, and even said goodbye to the little monk who hit the bell and went to the Tibetan Scripture Building.

When Su Heng arrived, the three Dharma Protector Elders of the Scripture Building did not stop him, they knew that they could not stop Su Heng, so they simply let him in.

Two of them were secretly observing, and the other went to inform the abbot of the float of the news.

"So he finally entered the Scripture Building?" said the float abbot looked in the direction of the Scripture Building.

"Yes, I expected that this person went to the mountain to hit the bell just casually, and what he really asked for was the thousands of scriptures in the scripture building......"

"Well, since he has succeeded in breaking through the mountain, it is useless for you and me to say this, let him go. The float abbot waved his hand.

After Su Heng entered the Tibetan Scripture Building, he was stunned by the vast scriptures in front of him, how many scriptures does it take to fill an entire building?

But he wasn't shocked for too long, but walked straight to where the martial arts were located.

The elder who was secretly observing showed such a look, this guy is still for the thousands of martial arts scriptures in the scripture collection building!

Su Heng casually pulled a martial scripture, quickly finished it, and found that although what was said in it was commonplace, there was still a little skill worth learning.

"It's kind of interesting. Su Heng nodded, and did not directly look for the "Demon Pestle", but opened every martial scripture he passed by and glanced at it, and wrote it down when it was useful, and forgot all about it if it was useless.

The two elders who were secretly observing both looked suspicious,

"What is this guy doing?"

"It seems that you are learning the martial scriptures, but how can you turn them so quickly? If you are not careful in practicing the martial scriptures, you may go mad and fall into the ......."

"I can't read ......"

Su Heng's translation is a whole day, in this day, he has read a total of more than 8,000 martial arts, and all the martial scriptures in the Tibetan scripture building, but a total of can make him feel a little meaningful, but there are only more than 100 places, and counting the overlapping places, there are only thirty-six skills that can really be used by him......

"Has he finally left the Scripture Building?" said the abbot of the floating method, looking at the elders who had come to pay his respects, and asked softly.

"Yes, he didn't eat or drink all day and read the martial scriptures in the scripture building!"

"How many martial arts scriptures has he read? It stands to reason that with his strength, only a few of these martial arts scriptures will be useful to him. The abbot of Float was a little puzzled.

"This is also our strange place, this person has read all the martial arts scriptures today, but I didn't see him stop at all, and he finished reading them all in one day. ”

"How is this possible? Read all the martial scriptures in one day? The abbot of the float couldn't help but shake his head, "This guy won't make such a mess if he wants to." ”

"There is also the fact that he borrowed a scroll of martial arts. The elder continued.

"What martial arts?"

"The Demon Pestle. ”

The abbot of the float doesn't know what to say, "Demon Pestle" sounds very bluffing, but to put it bluntly, it is just a martial arts move practiced by the monk of the bell room, in the entire Fushan Temple, this belongs to the lowest level of martial arts, except for the greater strength when hitting the bell, the sound is more transparent, there is no other use.

There was once a master in the temple who said that "Demon Pestle" can be the martial arts scripture of the town temple, but after so many years, all the monks who have learned "Demon Pestle" are just a little stronger, but compared to those who practice other martial scriptures, it is a waste of time.

"Could it be that he really just came to hit the bell?" the abbot of the float couldn't help but ask rhetorically.

It was the first time that Fushan Temple was successfully broken into the mountain, and it was the first time that outsiders entered the Tibetan Scripture Building, but it was the first time he heard that someone had entered the Tibetan Scripture Building just to find a book of "Demon Pestle" that only the lowest monks would practice, and then just to hit the bell......

This guy who broke through the mountains is a little confused......