"Mr. Lou?" Ouman, who had come earlier with a basket, saw Lou Cheng's expression was strange and called out nervously.
Lou Cheng suddenly came to his senses, put down his phone, forced a smile and said:
"Just put it down and go get what you want to eat."
Auman adhered to the professional creed of never asking anything that he shouldn't ask, smiled, nodded, turned and left.
Lou Cheng picked up a quicksand bag and took half a bite. He was about to flip the page with one hand and read the comments under the headlines when he saw "Luo Queen" Ning Zitong, wearing a white sportswear and a towel hanging around his neck, coming in in high spirits.
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"Have you just eaten?" Ning Zitong greeted with a smile, and then remembered something and said, "The 'Dragon King' will not be back until next week to do restorative exercises. The second round of the competition still depends on us."
Will "Dragon King" be able to return to the club after some time? Lou Cheng breathed a sigh of relief inexplicably, subconsciously touched the corners of his mouth that were still aching, and said in a brisk tone:
"Sister Ning, I have no problem!"
"It's really no problem? Then we go north to Zhaofeng and challenge Daxing Temple!" Ning Zitong asked with a half-smile, then he pulled up a chair and sat down.
I forgot that the opponent in the next round was Daxing Temple, and it was their home court! Lou Cheng was stunned for a few seconds, and then said calmly:
"I've been looking forward to it for a long time."
Daxing Temple is a powerful force that has the ability to compete for "No. 1 in the world". Although it is slightly inferior to Longhu Club and Shangqing Sect in external evaluations, it should not be underestimated. The abbot, the divine monk Fayuan, is his master and is now in his fifties.
There are seven, practicing "closed mouth Zen", he has achieved great success in mind. He has won two titles in the past. Although he is old, he has a strong foundation. "King Ming" Zhihai is the most outstanding representative of the new generation of warriors. He is less than twenty-eight years old.
Obtaining the titles of "Super Grade" and "King" is expected to create an era of one's own. "Living Buddha" Shishan masters the "mystery of reincarnation" and has accumulated it from generation to generation. He is mentally terrifying and is the most difficult to deal with without a title.
These are almost two "super first-class" main lineups that strengthen the first level. At first, the combination of "Dragon King", "Luo Queen" and "Optimus Prime" was still half a step ahead of them. After Long Zhen left, no matter whether the coach Lu Yan or
After all, the two sides were on the same level, but now the "Dragon King" was recovering from his injuries and the other side was playing at home, so the difficulty can be imagined!
"You're in a good state of mind." Ning Zitong took a normal bowl of noodles from his assistant and chuckled, "When the time comes, you can play as much as you like. It's not our home court anyway. You can tear it apart however you want."
Destroy as much as you want."
How long will this joke last? Lou Cheng sneered and deliberately changed the topic, "Sister Ning, why do you eat such a small bowl of noodles?"
The size of a normal person’s rice bowl is not enough to fit between my teeth!
"There are several more bowls behind." Ning Zitong ate a lot of noodles without making any noise, and pointed to the assistant waiting in front of the noodle window.
"Why don't we do it together? It would be much easier to use a basin like that." Lou Cheng added casually.
Ning Zitong rolled her eyes at him:
"Noodles won't taste good if they're left out for too long, and do you think I'm the kind of person who eats from a big bowl?"
Image, understand? Image!
I am someone who eats out of a big basin... Lou Cheng was speechless for a moment.
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Zhaofeng City, Bodhi Mountain, Daxing Temple.
The guest monk Zhijing stepped into the abbot's monastery, folded his hands and bowed to the divine monk Fayuan who was sitting on a futon:
"Abbott, I have something to report."
Fayuan was wearing a yellow monk's robe and a red cassock. His appearance was haggard. The corners of his eyes, mouth, and nose were all droopy, but there were no wrinkles on his face. His eyes were kind and calm, and they were deep inside. Everyone who looked at them could only see them.
See your own figure.
As soon as Zhijing finished speaking, he reached out and accurately picked out one of the paper signs placed beside him, placing it across his chest.
Written on it were two large ink characters and an extremely stretched question mark:
"What's the matter?"
Zhijing has long been accustomed to this mode. Who told his abbot to practice "closed-mouthed meditation"? He considered his words and said:
"Abbott, the reporters who came today strongly request to interview you. They have direct access to Haizili."
What's wrong with those guys? Don't they know what shut-up is?
Fa Yuan didn't have any strange look on his face. He seemed to have known it for a long time. His eyes showed a bit of compassion. He took a blank sign and wrote a few words:
"Let Shishan and Zhihai go, I still have homework to do."
"Yes, Abbot, I will go find Junior Brother Zhihai and Shishan right away." Zhijing took a closer look and clasped his hands together.
The corner of Fayuan's mouth curled up slightly, and he took out another one from the pile of cards, which read:
"I want a midnight snack, I want a midnight snack, I want a midnight snack."
Zhijing's eyes widened when she saw it, and she froze on the spot.
Fayuan raised his brows, as if he understood something. He threw the sign away and drew another one. It said:
"I asked Shishan to help me sort it out before."
No wonder... the abbot had written this content in advance, and he still knew the nature of Junior Brother Shishan very well... Zhijing suddenly realized it.
Fayuan nodded slightly and pulled out a new sign from its original position:
"It's good, it's good."
This word is slightly ugly, like a child's graffiti, and is not the same style as before.
"Then the disciple will leave first." Zhijing suppressed her smile and saluted.
Fayuan picked up the top sign and said in six words with strict structure and majesty:
"Namo Amitabha."
When Zhijing exited the Zen room and closed the door, Fayuan hurriedly waved his sleeves and rolled up the signs, letting them fall down respectively to present their respective contents.
At a glance, he saw the printed "funny" expressions and the kaomoji characters "(???_??)" and so on. His lips moved a few times and almost opened.
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After leaving the abbot's Zen room, Zhijing took a look at the sky and walked around to the outside of the kitchen. As expected, he saw the fat and tall "living Buddha" Shishan staring inside, swallowing his saliva, as if he couldn't wait.
"Junior Brother Shishan, the abbot has something to say." Zhijing said with a smile.
"What's the matter?" Shishan didn't turn around.
"I want you to go for an interview. By the way, please help inform Junior Brother Zhihai." Zhijing went straight to the point.
"No time." Shishan said with a big hand as he smelled the aroma of the steamed buns that were about to come out of the basket.
Zhijing put her hands behind her back, took two steps, and said with a smile:
"The reporters are very popular this time, and we have prepared a lot of tea and fruit snacks for them, all of which are top choices."
"Where?" Shishan turned around suddenly.
"Mingxinyuan." Zhijing tried not to laugh out loud, "The first thing they wanted to do was interview the abbot. Who are these people? Don't you know that the abbot practices silent meditation? By the way, Junior Brother Shishan, why do you train his mind?
Do you have to practice silent meditation? Haha, of course, you don’t count, you are a senior, senior, senior.”
Shishan's face, which was full of flesh and slightly "swollen", said with a hint of sigh:
"Every gain must have a loss. Well, he has great mental ability, so it would be better if he keeps his mouth shut."
"Why?" Zhijing looked curious.
Neither the abbot nor Shishan ever used his mind power in front of his fellow disciples.
"You really want to know?" Shishan asked with a strange expression.
"I think!" Zhijing nodded quickly.
Shishan's voice became deeper and he said:
"I definitely want to know about this kind of thing. Why don't you dare? What kind of mystery is this glutton trying to do?"
Zhijing's face changed, and he waved his hands in panic:
"I, I didn't think so!"
Shishan's mouth twitched slightly and continued:
"Amitabha, he can really, really hear what's in my heart... That's okay. I secretly scolded him so many times as a glutton, saying he doesn't look like a living Buddha at all."
Zhijing opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but in the end he failed.
Shishan kindly helped him and added:
"I'll get out! I'll get out myself!"
Before he finished speaking, Zhijing lifted up his sleeves and robe, covered his face, and left in a hurry.
"Look, at this time, don't you really hope that I practice the 'closed mouth meditation'?" Looking at Zhijing's back, Shishan shook his head and smiled, not at all angry because the other party often slandered him in his heart.
He shook his monk's robe and turned to the Bodhi Courtyard. As soon as he entered the gate, he saw "King Ming" Zhihai standing under two Bodhi trees.
This world-famous young monk wears a white monk's robe, has a handsome baby face, and often smiles at the corner of his mouth, giving people a sunny, cheerful, polite and approachable feeling.
At this time, he was looking at the top of the Bodhi tree, deep in thought, not knowing what he was thinking.
Shishan did not try to listen to the other person's inner words. This was not only about his own restraint, being able to let go and hold back, and not being obsessed, but also about the other person's mental and spiritual cultivation.
When he first became a "teacher of other minds", he still had the playful mentality of a young man. He heard the "thoughts" of senior brother Zhihai and found that he was the kind of person with one mind. He practiced when he practiced and ate when he ate.
No distracting thoughts.
Of course, there are times when he thinks a lot, such as now, but due to his tyrannical mental and spiritual cultivation, he can only listen to a general outline and lacks details.
Sensing Shishan's entrance, Zhihai retracted his gaze, turned his head, and said with a smile like sunshine breaking through the clouds:
"I suddenly felt a bit disgusted with myself just now."
"What do you dislike?" Shishan asked in response.
"I can detect power, color, and all kinds of things, but I only care about reputation. I felt very ashamed for a moment." Zhihai shook his head and smiled, as if he was talking about someone else's business.
"Since you are already trapped in it, why not experience it to the fullest." Shishan replied with wit.
"Why?" Zhihai frowned slightly.
"How can we fail if we don't establish a foundation?" Shishan said casually, then said, "The abbot asked us to go to Mingxinyuan for an interview."
Zhihai nodded thoughtfully and followed Shishan to Mingxinyuan.
When it was over, they went to the abbot's meditation room and reported what they had passed.
"You can tell me, it will be more convenient." Zhihai said to Shishan with a smile.
"Okay." Shishan walked to Divine Monk Fayuan and sat down on a futon.
The Zen room suddenly became quiet, and after a few minutes of staring at each other, Shishan patted the monk's robe, stood up, broke the silence, and said to Zhihai: