Chapter 403: Spiritual Elephant Zen Staff
Chapter 403: Spiritual Elephant Zen Staff
"Want to try?"
When the cold wind blew, Long Xinglie felt a little restless. He really couldn't imagine how Li Yuan defeated Yan Chunyang.
"what?"
He was just hesitating whether to give it a try when he suddenly caught sight of the tower door opening. Looking carefully, he saw Yan Jiugong staggering out, his face pale and looking quite embarrassed.
This is……
Long Xinglie's heart moved, and he went to meet him:
"Brother Jiugong."
"Ok?"
Yan Jiugong's body trembled, and his expression changed several times before he calmed down:
"Long Xinglie, you hid it very well."
"Brother Jiugong, why do you say that?"
Long Xinglie was slightly stunned.
"Ha~"
Yan Jiugong glanced at the stone tablet not far away. Apart from several great masters of Longhu Temple, Long Xinglie ranked first.
And that monster is second...
Just a thought, Yan Jiugong seemed to hear the extremely violent dragon roar and the heavy hammer like a meteor.
"Brother Jiugong?"
Long Xinglie frowned slightly.
"Yan doesn't deserve it."
Yan Jiugong's face twitched, thinking back to the scene of the duel with Long Xinglie two years ago, he was sure that this old guy was deliberately hiding his weakness. Seeing that he still wanted to talk,
But he was too lazy to pay attention and just walked away.
"Is this what he is?"
Long Xinglie was puzzled, as he had a decent personal relationship with Yan Jiugong, but this was not the attitude they usually had when talking.
He looked at the stone tablet in front of the tower. On the seventh floor, he was ranked first, Li Yuan second, Liao Kong third, and Yan Jiugong fourth.
"Did he touch me?"
Long Xinglie felt something was wrong. He frowned and thought for a while. His eyes fixed on Li Yuan's name:
"Could it be..."
His eyelids twitched, and he hesitated for a moment. Just as he was about to enter the tower, he suddenly heard his master's voice:
"Xinglie, come to the sixteenth floor to see me."
"Yes."
Long Xinglie put aside his doubts and followed another path all the way to the sixteenth floor.
Woo~
Long Yingchan pointed his finger, and the light curtain in front of him dissipated instantly. Long Xinglie was sharp-eyed and caught a glimpse of Yan Jiugong's face, as if he had seen a ghost, through the broken light curtain.
This is……
"The Dragon-Tiger Health Pill has been refined."
Long Yingchan coughed lightly and took out a porcelain bottle.
Long Xinglie took it with both hands, still a little puzzled: "Yan Jiugong just broke into the tower, who defeated him?"
"This……"
Long Yingchan frowned slightly:
"Your Junior Brother Li."
"really……"
After getting the answer, Long Xinglie became even more confused:
"Master, is Junior Brother Li the one who caused the dragon and tiger to appear earlier?"
"good."
Long Yingchan sighed inwardly, but did not hide it: "He has become my disciple and is your junior fellow apprentice."
"Unparalleled in the ages?"
His guess was confirmed, and Long Xinglie couldn't help feeling a little dazed.
"For my generation, talent is only one aspect of martial arts..."
Long Yingchan felt somewhat the same way. He had been suppressed by Long Xixiang and Nie Xianshan for a long time in the past.
"..."
These familiar words made Long Xinglie feel mixed emotions. Aren’t these the words he used to comfort his other junior brothers?
"Junior Brother Li is quite diligent in his martial arts training."
"This……"
Taoist Master Long was somewhat speechless.
In the past, Long Xixiang and others, one was fond of fighting, and the other was addicted to alcohol and sex. However, since Li Yuan joined the sect, he has been practicing martial arts besides forging iron, and he is much more diligent than himself in his youth.
"This is a blessing for the sect."
Long Xinglie naturally knew that his master wanted to comfort him, but to him, this was more painful than having his talent crushed by others. This was also underestimating himself.
"The position of Daozi is for the strong, and I have no desire for it."
Long Xinglie also sat cross-legged and faced his master: "The sect comes first, you don't have to worry about your disciples being dissatisfied. The position of Daozi is not mine by birth."
"It is because I am too narrow-minded."
Long Yingchan felt a little sentimental. It was not uncommon for brothers to quarrel with each other in the martial arts world.
"I still have decades to live, so there's no need to rush to a conclusion. Your Junior Brother Li may not be bothered by other things."
"I didn't mean to do it, you just forced it on me."
Long Xinglie corrected him, and after a slight shock, he calmed down and even felt an inexplicable sense of relief. He was able to concentrate on practicing martial arts. Who would want to deal with trivial matters every day?
"..."
Long Yingchan lost his smile. In the past few decades, the two of them, one was running around the world, and the other was recuperating in a small temple. He had to take care of all the chores.
"What else do you want to say?"
Long Xinglie was playing with the porcelain bottle in his hand. With this dragon-tiger health-preserving pill, he only had to wait for the martial arts performances to be over. Then he would be able to become a master, and he was 80% sure of it.
Long Yingchan saw through his thoughts and felt helpless, but he could only let him go:
"Keep a calm mind and don't take temporary setbacks too seriously."
"..."
So I will definitely fail?
Long Xinglie did not feel comforted at all. Instead, he felt a fighting spirit in his heart. In the past fifty years, he had fought many battles and never lost a single battle. He even fought Yan Chunyang to a draw in seven battles.
Not to mention that after this retreat, his merits and virtues have increased again, and he believes that he will be able to defeat Yan Chunyang if he fights him again.
Although he thought so, Long Xinglie naturally did not say anything. He just stood up and bowed:
"The disciple is gone."
"Go ahead. Remember, when we practice martial arts, we don't fight for a moment, but for the rest of our lives."
"..."
Long Xinglie no longer wanted to reply to him. He turned around and arrived in front of the tower gate.
"By the way, you should take half of the bet made by those monks and give it to your junior brother..."
Taoist Master Long's voice followed him like a shadow, which was why he did not respond to Li Yuan just now.
"Yes!"
Long Xinglie bowed slightly, took a deep breath, and walked into the Dragon Tiger Tower. …
……
"The Buddha's bet!"
In the restaurant, watching Long Xinglie's disappearing back, Monk Liaokong's body trembled, as if he had been hit in the face with a hammer. This was even more painful than being defeated three times by the hammer in the tower.
It’s okay to lose half!
"Brother Liaokong..."
"Go after him, beg him."
"Talk to Long Xinglie. Losing half is fine, losing half is fine..."
When Lekong turned around, he heard a wailing sound. All the monks had sad faces, as if someone had cut two pounds of flesh from them, and they were all trembling.
"Why cry!"
A middle-aged monk glared and said, "Brother Liaokong has only climbed the tower for the first time. After he gets familiar with it a few more times, he will still be the first in the preliminary selection!"
"..."
Monk Liaokong looked at him with a wooden face, his head already starting to hurt.
How can this be a question of familiarity or not?
He attacked three times, but failed all three times. In his best attempt, he only managed to withstand thirteen blows and was nearly killed on the spot...
"That's right, Senior Brother, this is only his first time climbing the tower, but Long Xinglie must be soaking in it every day..."
"Brother, regroup, I have another 'Gas Pill' here, take it..."
"I have the 'Blood Burning Pill' here. Junior Brother Liaoming, where is your Self-Sacrificing Pill? Senior Brother Liaoan, give me your Soul-Severing Pill as well!"
A group of great monks opened their purses one after another, gathered together various elixirs and handed them over.
"...Thank you, fellow disciples."
Monk Liaokong's eyes twitched. He took the pile of elixirs that were enough to kill people and thanked him with gritted teeth.
"Brother, you must win!"
"We must win the championship and show the power of our sect!"
"I put all my gold in it..."
"enough!"
Monk Liaokong felt as if his head was as big as a bucket. He scolded and left in a huff. The other monks looked at each other and followed him.
……
The Xinyi Sect naturally did not stay overnight at the Longhu Temple.
Before nightfall, after finishing his vegetarian meal, Zen Master Da Ding walked slowly into the guild hall. The Xinyi Sect has guild halls in every province and all of them are in the style of temples.
It’s just that it cannot accept offerings from believers openly.
"stop!"
Back in the backyard, Zen Master Dading seemed to have sensed something and gave a light rebuke. A shriveled old monk came out from the corner, bowed and greeted him, calling him "senior brother".
"Brother Da Ming, where did you go just now?"
Zen Master Dading glared at him. This old monk was his junior fellow apprentice and the deputy leader of the Xinyi Sect.
"I went to eat some vegetarian dishes."
Zen Master Da Ding mercilessly pointed out to him: "Why don't you go to the gambling house?"
"No bet, no bet."
Sensing his fellow monk's anger, the old monk waved his hands:
"I didn't intend to gamble, but I saw a betting site run by the Dragon and Tiger Temple on the way, offering bets on the first place winner of the preliminary election. Junior Brother Liaokong's name was on the list, and the odds were as high as one to three..."
"One to three?"
Zen Master Da Ding frowned immediately: "Who opened this game? How dare you underestimate us?"
"Yes, Longhu Temple underestimated us!"
The old monk was shocked and filled with indignation: "How can I bear this?"
"So, how much did you bet?"
Zen Master Da Ding asked expressionlessly.
He felt helpless about this old monk who was addicted to gambling. Couldn't he just quit completely like himself?
"They're all down."
"Everything is down?"
Zen Master Da Ding was startled, then his face changed: "Did you even put down the money to participate in the alchemy meeting and buy elixirs?"
"Three to one!"
Monk Daming spread his hands and said, "Junior Brother Liaokong has achieved the state of Vajra Indestructibility. He may not be able to win the championship in the martial arts competition, but he should be unrivaled in the Dragon and Tiger Pagoda."
Zen Master Da Ding pinched the Buddhist beads in his palm. He was a little tempted by the odds:
"How much?"
"Three hundred taels of pure gold, and my Zen staff."
"?!"
Zen Master Da Ding was furious: "You even suppressed the Spirit Elephant Zen Staff?"
"Three to one!"
"If you lose, I will kill you!"
Zen Master Da Ding suppressed his anger. He was still quite confident about Luo Kong. His great horizontal training would give him a great advantage when breaking through the tower.
As early as ten years ago, Liaokong had already been preparing.
"He can withstand nearly two hundred of Wan Zhuliu's swords. Unless Long Yingchan doesn't care about his face anymore and moves Master Long Yin to the sixth floor..."
As Zen Master Daming spoke, he also felt something was not right.
"Long Yingchan wouldn't be so shameless, right?"
"Hard to say."
Zen Master Dading's face turned slightly dark. Just as he was about to say something, he heard noisy footsteps. Turning back, he saw a group of big monks with grim faces.
"Master Liaokong, I heard that you climbed the Dragon Tiger Pagoda?"
Zen Master Daming came forward and asked with a smile.
"Master, Uncle Master..."
Monk Liaokong bowed with a look of shame on his face, and the senior monks behind him bowed with sad faces, and mentioned what happened in the pagoda today.
Then, a high-pitched and piercing roar erupted from the temple:
"What, you're only third?!"
(End of this chapter)