Chapter 476: 475 [KPI for each simulation scenario]
Chapter 476 475 [KPI for each simulation scenario√]
He Zhao had an "unobstructed" journey, driving around Shangyang City several times, avoiding all the cameras along the way, changing his appearance several times, and finally returned to Shuxiangya County in the middle of the night.
If this could be found by the family branch of Bufa Temple, Langshan Temple, Baoguang Temple and others, he would not recognize it. At most, he would resort to backtracking and not get involved in their bad affairs.
Oh, brothers from the Langshan Temple, should you die or die? After all, they know their identities, but they can't let the tiger go back to the mountain, causing uproar in the city and becoming famous all over the world.
In the living room, he sat cross-legged on the sofa, took apart the Kabala bone rosary around his neck, threw away a brown fake rosary, and put on the white rosary with Sanskrit [ ] engraved on it that he snatched from the Buddhist Exhibition Hall.
.
"It's only been two days, and I already have two. I believe that soon, the white beads on it will become three, four, five, or even one hundred and eight."
It's still dark, so it's not daydreaming.
"sleep."
I got up and walked into the bedroom, lay on the soft mattress and fell into sleep.
I closed my eyes, tapped my temples specially, and turned on the sound of Buddha chanting.
"That's what I heard."
Relax your body and mind and have a good sleep.
The next day, I woke up feeling refreshed.
The first thing I did when I opened my eyes was to pick up my phone and see if there was any news.
[Shocking! Shangyang City issued a warning: Do not go out unless necessary at night in the near future, and try to stay at home.]
He tapped his index finger to enter the news interface and view detailed information.
[Yesterday, in the early hours of the morning, multiple groups of robbers broke into the Buddhist exhibition hall and robbed the Buddhist cultural relics in the venue. It is reported that the weapons of the gangsters were extremely terrifying. Not only did they have fully automatic weapons, but they even had RPGs and Gatling weapons.
Equally heavy weapons.
According to a security guard who did not want to be named, in less than fifteen minutes, three groups of robbers fought fiercely with each other over valuable Buddhist cultural relics.
The Buddhist Exhibition Hall was razed to the ground in an instant, and the surrounding streets were completely destroyed. A large amount of money was needed to rebuild it. The buildings closest to the venue suffered a devastating blow.
A spokesman for the law enforcement department said that the three groups of robbers had been eliminated. The official number of security casualties was only five, but judging from the ruins at the scene, the intensity of the fighting far exceeded the so-called five casualties.
Picture of a huge Buddhist exhibition hall turned into a big pit.JPG, picture of a whole street of buildings turned into ruins.JPG, picture of densely packed bullet casings, blood residues.JPG, picture of some pieces of flesh and blood, and residues.JPG.]
Good guy, the reporters were so pervasive that they were able to get pictures of the battle scene.
Especially in the last picture, basically the entire picture is mosaic, and only some blurred blood can be seen.
"hehe."
Wang Bo, are you frustrated?
Whenever Lao Wang asked him to gather wool once, he might try to help him and save his waist.
"The fisherman never expected that because the bait he used was so fragrant, he would actually catch a great white shark."
The Great Elder Fuzhen of Langshan Temple is much scarier than a shark. It is not an exaggeration to say that he is a sperm whale. He was definitely at the top of the food chain last night.
Of course, he personally would not think that he was a person on the same level just by beating him up.
Last night, the old monk just controlled a mage from a distance. There were not many methods he could use, and he must be severely restricted. If he faced his true form, he would probably be the one who got beaten violently.
"It's none of my business, just go to school honestly."
Get up, wash up, have breakfast, and go to school leisurely.
On the other side, the head of the ancestral branch of Bufa Temple was covered like a mummy and lying on the hospital bed with a sallow complexion.
"Ahem."
Not only is he missing a kidney now, but he also has to pay a huge price to deal with the wave of flesh and blood.
But, there is no way.
If Fuzhen's flesh and blood were allowed to wreak havoc, the number of casualties last night might soar to an alarming number.
"Old Zhang, I'm begging you for the Qing Dynasty classes in major schools. What happened last night must not be hidden. There will definitely be someone who will test us. Don't let them succeed.
Three days, only three days, someone from Bufa Temple will come to Shangyang City. Don't blame them for coming slowly, there are also big things happening at Bufa Temple, which require a lot of manpower to deal with.
When my brothers and sisters arrive, all the elementary school students will be shocked. In addition, the Qing Xiu classes of all the schools in the city will be notified to gather at the school closest to us.
Moreover, when teaching the students in the Qing Xiu class to practice, we identified the students with the best talents and sent personnel to stay in their communities to protect them 24 hours a day.
It doesn't matter how many students with ordinary talents are killed or injured. However, every student with extraordinary talents is the backbone of the future of our family branch, and there must be no damage.
By the way, let the law enforcement agencies strictly investigate everyone who enters the city from today. If there is a suspicious person, report it immediately. If the matter is urgent, they have the right to kill.
Our family also has three mastiff dogs that were brought back from the plateau and have the blood of the Spirit King. If someone takes them out to sweep them, they would rather catch the wrong ones than let them go."
After speaking a long paragraph in one breath, Wang Bo's face turned from sallow to pale. It seemed that he had spent a lot of energy, so he had to close his eyes and continue to recover from his injuries.
"Don't worry, as a family member, I will hold on for three days. If you can't do it, come and see me."
The man surnamed Zhang issued a military order, turned around and left the room, and immediately ordered his men to start working.
Then, the entire city launched a vigorous campaign to eliminate evil.
He Zhao was walking halfway when he suddenly noticed various vehicles belonging to the law enforcement agencies speeding past him from time to time. There were also school buses from various high schools, converging on the school he was going to from all directions.
Before arriving at the school, the old man who used to watch the gate was replaced by a strong middle-aged man. At the school gate was a mastiff that was built like a calf and looked majestic, no less imposing than the prairie lion on TV.
dog.
Good guy, he has a black back and yellow legs, and there are two yellow spots like copper coins above his eyes. The eyeballs are yellowish brown, mainly triangular in shape. The ears are large, naturally drooping, and close to the front of the face.
Moreover, the torso is thick, the back is broad, and the muscles are well developed. The limbs are thick and powerful, the feet are large, and the claws are tightly packed like tiger claws. When he squats there, he is mighty, head held high, arrogant, and his arrogant temperament is undoubtedly revealed.
It really lives up to the saying: shaped like a lion, body like a tiger, powerful and brave.
The mastiffs, as fierce as tigers in the mountains, stood up, sniffed around him, and returned to the small pavilion to continue squatting.
"Go in."
The middle-aged man nodded and motioned for him to hurry up and go to school.
The ruthless man didn't even look back and walked towards the teaching building of Qingxiu Class.
"Ada, do you like this boy very much?"
Before, when I checked some students and teachers, they just sniffed their noses, except for the student just now, who was sniffing in circles.
"Awwww~~~"
The mastiff's bark reveals a sense of excitement and joy.
"Look carefully at the gate. He is from the Qing Xiu class. He may be on duty at the ancestral branch of our Bufa Temple in the future. At this time, the two of you will have time to get close."
In the Qing Xiu class, He Zhao was the last person to step into the classroom.
Before entering the class, he discovered something new. The empty floors had become overcrowded. Those vacant classes were all occupied by students of the same age. Looking at the school uniforms, they should be people from other high schools in the city.
Why, all the surprises are gathered here.
strangeness!
On the podium, a man with a dark complexion looked at him seriously.
"Go back to your seat."
"Yes, teacher."
What about Tang En, that scarred man with thick eyebrows and big eyes?
Today, there was a sudden change of people.
"Let me introduce myself first. My name is Zhang Song, and I will be the head teacher of the Qing Xiu class from now on. As for Teacher Tang, he has something important to do and will not continue to teach you in the future."
A group of students sat down and upright. Even after hearing that Tang En had "resigned" as the class teacher, they did not show any displeasure, let alone discuss it.
We are not fools. Ever since we came into contact with the extraordinary, we have understood that teachers are not ordinary people. We must not do something annoying. What's more, they are not familiar with the person named Tang.
‘Is it important? It’s probably because last night, the immortal Fu Zhen went crazy. Tang En was either seriously injured or dead.’ Someone who knew the truth of what happened last night saw through Zhang Song’s lies in an instant.
Each simulation scenario KPI - randomly consume a master/master/teacher and achieve it successfully (√).
"Also, did Teacher Tang choose the monitor?"
After the words fell, all the students turned their heads and focused their attention on the famous ruthless man.
"?"
No, what do you mean?
If I remember correctly, Old Tang didn't choose me to be the monitor at all.
Everyone was looking at him. In fact, he was a bit popular when he first appeared. Who knew that Tang En took him alone to the Qing Xiu class.
"Very good. From now on, you are the monitor of the class and are responsible for supervising their practice. If anyone disobeys, I will give you the right to punish them."
After saying this, Zhang Song took out a bag the size of a fist.
"Distribute today's tribute rice."
How to distribute, how to distribute, no telling.
"How much or how little, I won't interfere."
"The strong have the privilege to dominate the weak, don't they?"
After saying that, throw it away.
He stretched out his hand to catch it and weighed it up and down. It was the same amount as what Tang En had brought out at that time. A student could get at most thirty grains of tribute rice.
Of course, the right to distribute is in his hands, and giving more or less depends on his mood.
Mr. Jie doesn't look like a good person. He believes in the law of the jungle and the strong. He uses his privileges to stimulate his classmates and uses them as targets, right?
"Thirty pills per person. If you take too many, I'll break your hands."
He threw it on the floor casually and motioned to the students to come forward and collect it.
A group of people looked at Zhang Song behind the podium and saw him spreading his hands.
"Wow!"
A large group of people came forward, each took thirty pills, and returned to their seats.
"He Zhao, right? You receive tribute rice from me and distribute it every day."
"Today, before practicing and consecrating the seal, I want to teach you a set of new things."
After finishing speaking, turn on the projector.
A monk wearing cassocks, his legs are like a horse stance, and his hands are clasped together.
On the black screen next to the picture, there are lines of white text written on it.
Detailed introduction to the functions, precautions, and insights at each stage.
"Vajradhara is a method of physical cultivation. You are lucky. When I first went to school, I did not have such favorable conditions."
From the tone of the new head teacher's voice, one can hear his envy for everyone.
'It's like the Zhuang Gong in boxing, but it's a little different.'
Having said that, no matter how strong your body is, can it block long spears and short cannons, or all kinds of extraordinary big hand seals?
"Practice the power of vajra, it does seem a bit useless to you at this stage. However, it will be of infinite use to you in the future. In short, practice well and you will not lose anything."
Zhang Song didn't say much about the deeper meaning. Smart people who can endure hardship will definitely practice hard. On the contrary, those who can't endure hardship and like to be clever can't make them persevere even if they are told.
"Come on, everyone, get up and do what's in the picture."
The students got up from their futons, followed the monk's movements on the projector, walked step by step, and put their hands together.
The man named Zhang stepped down from the podium and began to correct everyone's mistakes one by one.
"If you lower your legs a little later, you say they feel sore? That's right. Otherwise, how can you cultivate your physical body?"
"You, keep your arms straight and place your hands together diagonally. Do you think the triangle is the most stable?"
"Little girl over there, do you think Vajradhara is ugly? You're so coquettish!"
After he corrected himself, he walked to He Zhao's side.
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Needless to say, the action is exactly the same as the picture.
"Very good, you are worthy of being the squad leader. From now on, Vajradhara's actions will be based on you."
Nonsense, he congratulated someone for going through multiple simulated scenarios, and a single move was similar to a pile skill in boxing. It would be weird if he couldn't do it.
"Next, King Kong's angry eyes."
The projector screen flashed, and it was still Vajradhara's posture, but the monk on the screen had his eyes wide open with anger.
Even though it is just a picture, everyone can still feel the anger contained in his eyes, which seems to be gushing out, giving people a great mental pressure.
"This is the art of drawing fire, but don't get me wrong. What you draw is anger, maintain an angry posture, and use the anger to stimulate the spirit and make it grow. With the power of Vajra Holding, the physical body and the spirit can go hand in hand, and you can save half of the time.
time."
"Angry, think about the grievances you have suffered. Or, imagine some things that make you angry, and stay angry all the time."
Afterwards, all the students in the classroom bared their teeth.
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Zhang Song looked at the expressions of the demons and monsters in the room and fell silent.
After a long while, he finally spoke.
"I mean the emotion of anger, not winking and pretending to be angry."
Everyone in the class, including a certain Lang Mie, failed to meet the standard.
The person named He has gone through too many experiences, especially death and death hundreds of times. His anger has long since disappeared, and that emotion can only be called anger.
"Forget it, we still have to rely on external aids."
Lao Zhang sighed, took out a piece of black incense and lit it.
"boom--"
The smoke was swirling and entering everyone's nostrils.
The next second, the painting styles changed one by one, everyone's eyes were bloodshot, and they were filled with anger that was about to burst out.
"Remember this feeling, you won't be able to enjoy it every day in the future. Seize it, keep it in your mind, and take the initiative to lure it out next time."
The word "come" didn't come out of his mouth because he saw a person trying his best to keep his eyes wide open, like a husky who had blended into a pack of wolves, pretending.
"Are you okay?"
"fine."
Now that someone saw it out, he simply stopped pretending.
After listening to "This I Smell" all night, I feel so calm and frightened. It is unrealistic to use a stick of incense to induce anger.
"Your talent is indeed powerful. It may be that your spirit is different from ordinary people, which prevents the fear incense from functioning. Or, you may have no fear in your heart."
"Teacher, do you think there is a possibility that I can take advantage of all the above two points?"
Zhang Song: "???"
I don’t know if it’s both, but you’re quite shameless!