C6 (1/2)
His two small eyes narrowed into slits as he approached the withered root and said, ”Old man, are you really making good wine and not letting me drink it? The Buddha jump wall that I cooked last time was similar to what you ate a lot, do you believe that now I'll tell you to puke it out for me! ”
Withered grass groaned inwardly and kept backing up. He did not want to get entangled with this boorish fellow.
Duan Hong walked behind the dried root. Seeing that the two were about to start a fight, a tinge of excitement arose in his heart.
Four years ago, the two old men fought to see who could be stronger. After two rounds, the first round was a draw, and the second round was finished due to some problems.
It was during the last fight that he had accepted the fever, and the withered grass had received the result from that one: the withered root seemed to have more skill than he did.
In addition to the fact that Withered Grass was a few years older, the power of his twenty-four kicks had been greatly reduced. After all, age was not the strongest, and he could only rely on a set of Lotus Codex and palm techniques to contend.
After all, the latter's Diamond Protective Genuine Qi cultivation and Dragon Seizing Hand were considered top-notch.
Duan Hong continued to instigate: ”Third Master, just now, you forced me to say that his twenty-four legs are much stronger than the Dragon Seizing Hand that you taught me. I will not admit it no matter what, but he insisted on tying me up and said:” Withered Root Old Bastard, what capabilities do you have? ”At most, you're just a chef. Since you said that my 24 Tam Kicks are stronger than him, I'll let you go, or else I'll poke a wine bottle into you!” ”I think that Third Master treats me with kindness and kindness as if I were a mountain, and makes me delicious food. Teach me about eating and martial arts, so I can't easily compromise. If you hadn't come, I'm afraid I would have to give you to Second Master today —”
< p > ”How dare you!”
The dried root was panting from anger as it cried out, ”Withered grass! Back then, neither you nor I were victorious. Let's compete again today. Let me see if your old leg is still as fast as it used to be!”
Duan Hong saw that the dry grass had retreated all the way to the bottom of the wine cellar, and thought to himself: ”You two old fogeys are bad people, so you guys usually bully me.”
Master, you won the match!
Duan Hong said one more sentence and ran out.
Once they stepped out of the wine cellar, there was a clanging sound from inside. It seemed that the two old men had really started fighting.
Suddenly, he felt that the Martial Arts Wine brewed in the Second Master seemed to be even more different than before. The Lotus Codex's set of palm technique had originally only been at the beginning of breaking through, but now, he felt that there were signs of a breakthrough.
He still didn't want to go back and ask what was going on. The two old men were both furious, it would be better to avoid it.
He unknowingly walked into the meditation room and peeked inside. He discovered that there was a person sitting opposite of the dead tree in First Master, a mature and steady middle-aged man.
”Weird, First Master has never seen anyone in the past four years. How could he allow anyone to enter his meditation room today?”
Curious, Duan Hong stuck close to the crack of the door and eavesdropped.
Master, I'll have to trouble you this time. If there's really no other way, I won't disturb you this time.
Amitabha, you and the Withering Zen Temple have used up three of your lucky chances today. I will help you with this matter, but — I'm not sure if it will work.”
Master, goodbye. If you need any more help, I will do my best.
”Amitabha, this old monk knows that he has not given his orders for long, but today, Benefactor has already given up. This old monk only has one wish, so don't come again if Benefactor has nothing to do with you. Monks and monks are everywhere, could it be that it is only Ku Chan Temple?”
The two were silent in the meditation room for a moment.
After a long time, he heard the middle-aged man say, ”Goodbye!”
Faintly listening, Duan Hong dodged to the back of the meditation room. Seeing the middle-aged man come out and walk straight to the front yard, he felt that the back of the man looked familiar, but he couldn't recall where he came from.
”Wu Kong, come in.”
Duan Hong thought to himself: Oh no, although First Master doesn't know how to cultivate and meditate all day, her hearing is the best, this time I heard it for him.
Although First Master was a little stingy, it was still normal when compared to Second Master and Third Master.
Duan Hong wanted to push open the door and enter, but he only saw old monk Deadwood sitting on a prayer mat with a haggard face.
His loose eyelids opened, and with a benevolent look, he said. ”Wu Kong, how long have you been in Ku Chan Temple?”
”Hmm, it seems like it's been four years.”
Duan Hong replied honestly.
Deadwood said, ”It's been four years, but you've been able to live for a few more years. These past few days, you've been feeling uneasy, but what's on your mind?
Duan Hong was drenched in cold sweat. Amongst the three masters, this old fart was the most difficult to deal with, as if he knew everything.
”It might be — it might be because of the hot weather these few days. Disciple's heart is a little impatient.”
Withered Wood smiled. ”Wu Kong, tell me a lie. Why do you have to make up ten lies to make up for it?
< p > ”Yes!”
Looking at that benevolent expression, Duan Hong would always think of his Grandfather who had the Duan Family Villa. He could not bear to lie to him in his heart, but he also did not want others to know about the things that had happened at home.
Deadwood asked, ”Wu Kong, how was your life at the Withering Zen Temple?
Duan Hong was puzzled in his heart: What's wrong with First Master today?
Normally I would ask some questions about the writing of the scriptures. Why would I suddenly start to care about my life today?
”Ku Chan Temple is my home, everything here is very good.”