Chapter 112: There is a temple in the mountains, and there is a stupid monk in the temple
The young monk knew that he seemed to have said something wrong, so he did not dare to continue and quickly shut up. Xuan Zheng sat on the stone bench and watched the young monk practice martial arts for two hours. Neither the master nor the disciples saw anything.
As he talked, the courtyard became quiet.
"That's it."
Xuan Zheng stood up and looked at the young monk and shouted.
"Can we eat now?"
The little monk quickly retracted his fist and asked with a smile.
"There is no rice at home."
Xuanzheng replied.
"Then what to eat?"
asked the young monk.
"Potato."
Xuanzheng replied.
The little monk looked depressed.
The master and the apprentice returned to the house. Before the young monk could sit down, he heard someone outside the house shouting: "Uncle Xuanzheng."
"Did any senior brother bring us rice?"
The young monk looked outside the room happily, but when he saw that the senior brother did not have a rice bag in his hand, his face was obviously a little disappointed.
Xuanzheng goes out.
"Uncle Xuanzheng."
A senior brother who was a few years older than the young monk put his hands together and saluted slightly towards Xuanzheng.
"Senior nephew Jingming, what's the matter?"
Xuan Zheng returned the gift with his hands clasped together.
"Master Xuanzheng, the head of the Yuqing Sect down the mountain has come to find you. He won't listen to anything the abbot says and insists on seeing you." Jingming replied quickly.
Xuan Zheng looked at Jing Ming and smiled lightly, then said softly: "Do you know what he wants from me?"
"He insists on competing with you."
Jingming replied helplessly.
"hehe."
Xuanzheng smiled, looked at Jingming and said, "Ask him to wait for me, and I'll be there soon."
"Uncle Master, with his strength, how can he beat you?" Jingming asked with some confusion.
"Since they are here, they must have plans to win. Otherwise, they would not come."
Xuan Zheng replied lightly, then turned around and shouted to the young monk in the room: "Apprentice, come out."
"Master, what's the matter?" the young monk asked absently as he walked out of the house.
"Follow me to the temple."
"Are you going to get some rice?" The little monk's eyes suddenly lit up.
"Well, it's time to ask for rice." Xuan Zheng nodded slightly.
"Can I have eggs? I haven't eaten them for a long time." The little monk asked happily.
"No." Xuan Zheng shook his head.
"Well, then I'll apologize to the abbot, but can I have some eggs?" the little monk then asked.
"No." Xuan Zheng shook his head.
"Hey." The little monk sighed slightly, his expression a little disappointed.
"Junior brother, how are you doing with your kung fu training? Our Qingshan Temple's martial arts competition is coming soon. You are the apprentice of the number one monk in our temple. You can't embarrass Uncle Xuanzheng." Jingming looked at the little one.
The monk said with a smile.
"Master won't let me participate in this martial arts competition." The young monk replied with a curled mouth. At this time, he seemed to be still troubled by the fact that the master refused to give eggs.
"Uncle, why don't you allow your junior brother to participate in this martial arts competition? Many people in our temple are talking about this matter. If you don't allow your junior brother to participate in this martial arts competition, aren't you asking for something?" Jingming asked very much.
He looked at Xuan Zheng in confusion and asked.
"Why do you say this if you don't bring it upon yourself?" Xuan Zheng asked.
"Many people in the temple said...all said..." Jingming hesitated and felt a little embarrassed to speak.
"What did you say?" Xuan Zheng asked.
"They say that junior brother is a fool who can't read scriptures. Even if he meets a master like you in martial arts, he will accomplish nothing." Jingming mustered up the courage to say these words.
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In Qingshan Temple, a middle-aged man with eagle eyes and sharp eyebrows is standing in the main hall of the temple. Just looking at this man's clothes, you can tell that this man is definitely not an ordinary benefactor who worships Buddha and offers incense, and beside this man
Followed by a young man who was less than twenty years old. The young man was wearing a black splendid robe and looked like a talented person from a distance.
The monks in Qingshan Temple are very familiar with the middle-aged man in front of them. His real name is Pang Liang. He is the head of the Yuqing Sect next to Qingshan Temple. When Master Duan Chen was still in this temple, this man often came here to talk to Duan Chen.
Master Chen discusses martial arts, this
It was only under the guidance of Master Duan Chen that people went from the realm of controlling souls to the realm of no one. Later, with some luck of their own, they could be considered to be somewhat famous in this world, but no matter this person
Wherever he goes, he will claim to be Duan Chen’s half
A disciple, when Qingshan Temple was not as famous as it is now, the incense in the temple was far from as strong as it is now. They relied on the incense money sent by Pang Liangchu on the 15th day of the lunar month to survive those days. Later,
The incense in Qingshan Temple is very strong
Up, Pang Liang's incense money has never been cut off, so the monks in this temple still respect the leader of the Yuqing Sect very much. However, there is only one disadvantage about Pang Liang, and that is that he is not like the number one martial artist of Qingshan Temple.
Monk, the eminent monk Xuanzheng will not deal with it.
Xuan Zheng is Duan Chen's only disciple in his life, and Pang Liang only thinks of himself as half of Duan Chen's disciple. The gap between this half disciple and his disciple is really huge, but Pang Liang has never obeyed Xuan Chen.
Right, so it turns out that when both of them were in the Soul Controlling Realm,
,,It is natural to be proud and arrogant, and comparisons with each other are inevitable, but from that time on, Pang Liang never defeated Xuan Zheng. Later, Pang Liang and Xuan Zheng broke into the no-man's land one after another.
The competition between them continued, but Pang Liang still never
After winning, Pang Liang will stop in the uninhabited realm and cannot go any further. At that time, Xuan Zheng has truly entered the threshold of the realm of destruction. Pang Liang will still compete with Xuan Zheng, but the loser seems to be more serious.
What a tragedy, now, Xuan Zheng has reached the third level of Xuantian.
The realm of ascending to immortality is incomparable to Pang Liang. Every time he sees Xuan Zheng, he will say something sarcastic. Even with the help of Master Duan Chen, Xuan Zheng has never entered the realm of ascending to immortality. Xuan Zheng always says this every time.
If you curl your lips and reply, that's better than your uninhabited land.
When Pang Liang heard this, he always had the urge to rush forward and compete, but because Xuan Zheng's shocking finger was really powerful, he endured it.
The abbot stood in front of the middle-aged man, with a smile on his face that seemed to never fade away except when giving lectures.
"Is Xuan Zheng afraid to come out?" Pang Liang asked sharply, looking at the abbot.
"Master Pang, you said you have been entangled with my junior brother Xuanzheng for many years, why can't you let go?" the abbot asked with a smile, holding the Buddha's palm in his hand.
When Pang Liang heard these words, he glanced sideways at the white-haired old abbot, his tone softened a bit, and he said in a low voice: "Abbot, this matter is not directed at your Qingshan Temple, I am directed at Xuanzheng.
That person is here. If I can't defeat him today, I won't even step foot into your Qingshan Temple in the future, but I won't lose a penny of the incense money."
"Master Pang, my junior brother Xuanzheng is now in the Xuantian realm, why are you suffering?" the abbot advised kindly.
"What about Xuan Tian? Even if I am in no man's land, I will convince Xuan Zheng today."
Pang Liang replied loudly, maybe because he was a little tired from standing, he walked up to the Buddha statue, respectfully kowtowed three times to the Buddha statue, then sat down on the futon, staring at the entrance of the hall.
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The abbot looked at Pang Liang on the futon, shook his head helplessly, and then walked to the door of the hall, looking far into the direction of the hall.