Chapter 39: Taking away 30 years of your inner strength
Fu'er and Qi'er were a little timid and prayed for their strange young lady. They felt helpless when meeting such a master.
Lan Mengdie walked straight from the back door of the garden like a tourist. She walked aimlessly and occasionally saw guards passing by. She still had a calm expression, so no one cared about her. She had to sigh about this palace.
The compound is so big! It’s really not easy to escape.
She had been wandering aimlessly for a long time. The sky was already dark, and her stomach was growling to protest that she was hungry. To be honest, she was completely lost. She didn't know where she had walked. This scary high wall was like a maze.
This courtyard is not fun at all. Lan Mengdie stood there blankly, feeling that this place was a bit eerie.
Finding some light in front of her, she walked slowly over. It was a temple in the palace. The plaque said Jingxin Temple. She walked in curiously. The main hall of the temple enshrined a golden statue of Guanyin Bodhisattva.
Huh? Why is there no one in the temple? She suddenly saw something smoking in the room in the corridor of the temple, so she walked over very curiously.
At this time, she heard a sound inside the house, which sounded like painful groans. She opened the wooden door and saw an old monk with a white beard and a bald head, sitting cross-legged and white smoke coming from his body. A big bead of cold sweat broke out on his head!
Is he not practicing Falun Gong and committing suicide? Or is he? Anyway, people can’t figure it out. He looks so painful, as if he has been tortured. Lan Mengdie stepped forward and patted him with her hand, but her body seemed to have suffered something.
With the same momentum, he suddenly flew out and fell heavily to the ground. He immediately felt a heat spreading throughout his body.
Lan Mengdie didn't know what happened, so she quickly got up and said, "Ouch! What's going on? You fell to death! Grandpa Monk, are you okay?"
Just seeing the old monk spit out a mouthful of blood, Lan Mengdie was so frightened that she covered her mouth in panic, "Are you okay?"
The old monk was practicing Qigong. He opened his eyes and looked at her and said weakly: "Little girl! Thank you for saving my life." After saying this, he shook his head helplessly.
Lan Mengdie was full of questions. Did you save his life? "Huh? I just patted you, haha." I thought that this could also save people! It's really strange.
The old monk looked at her and sighed deeply, "Hey! It seems that everything is a chance! I just went crazy while practicing. Thanks to you, girl, you slapped me, otherwise I would have died! But you just took it away."
After taking away my 30 years of internal strength, it seems that all this is God’s arrangement.”
Lan Mengdie blinked her eyes in surprise when she heard what he said, "Ah? I took away your 30 years of internal strength? Huh? Don't worry, I don't know any martial arts, otherwise you can take it back!"
The old monk still shook his head helplessly. All of this is fate. His tenth level of the Vein Divine Art was about to be successfully practiced. However, just now, the figure of her junior sister suddenly appeared, making him obsessed. If it weren't for this little
He would have died immediately with that one blow from the girl. Just that one moment, the 30 years of internal power of his Meridian Divine Skill was transferred to her body! It was in vain that he had practiced hard all his life, but this is the result.
Lan Mengdie looked at the old monk and was thinking silently with a sad look on his face. Thirty years of internal strength? Was that the feeling of a furnace just now? But now he feels that his body has become very light, as if it is full of infinite power.
"Old monk Wang Shi! You are specifically responsible for giving lectures to the Empress Dowager. Little girl, from the perspective of the face, you are not a real maid, but you look like a phoenix flying into the sky! However, you are hit with too many peach blossoms, and you cannot escape the peach blossom disaster."
Lan Mengdie looked at him with an expression like seeing a god: "Wow! Grandpa, you must be a legendary figure like a god! Then tell me how to leave here! I really want to leave."
"Child! It's not time for you to leave yet! Now you have thirty years of my inner strength! It seems that this is also your destiny. I have never accepted a disciple. I really want to make an exception this time! I will accept you as my disciple.
Disciple, I will teach you the magical art of meridian that I have been studying all my life."
Lan Mengdie looked at it with glowing eyes. The old monk said excitedly: "Grandpa, are you going to teach me peerless martial arts? Wow, wow, that's great! I wish I could have wished for it!" She thought to herself, wow! Then she will be an invincible woman.
Xia has peerless martial arts! Hahaha, she is not afraid of that stinky man Ling Haotian~ Lan Mengdie laughed exaggeratedly in narcissism...