Marvel Monk

The expression of the monk standing alone at the door gradually became a little ferocious, and the bank card in his hand, which he originally regarded as a treasure, could not withstand the increasing strength of the monk's hand. It gradually became distorted and the card shattered into pieces with a soft "bop" sound. , the monk seemed unconscious.The monk closed his eyes tightly, gritted his teeth, and shook the remaining bank card residues on the ground with a slight shake. The words "一百正" were written faintly on one of the fragments. But this For a moment, the monk could no longer care about these external things, because the monk's inner breath rioted again. This time, this riot was different from the previous outbreaks that took place two years and one year apart. This time, there was only an interval of 10. The monk who had experienced the previous inner breath riots was panicked but not confused. He shook off the residue with his hand and gently pinched a solid lotus seal. With his other hand, he slowly turned the rosary he had been playing with and chanted in a low voice: "Observe." Bodhisattva Zizi, after walking in the deep Prajna Paramita for a long time, he saw that the five aggregates are all empty and survived all the hardships. Relics, the color is not different from emptiness, and the emptiness is not different from color." The voice gradually became lower and lower in hearing from high to low.The monk changed his handprints from time to time as he chanted sutras. As his inner breath gradually stabilized, his expression gradually calmed down. Then the monk took a deep breath and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth: "I'm here after all." The monk said with only The voice he could hear muttered was a little bitter, but also contained a relief that even the monk himself couldn't feel.It is mentioned in the genealogy that when the internal energy riot reaches an interval of ten days, there will no longer be any pattern. This means that from now on, as long as the monk accidentally breaks through the physical barrier with his inner energy, he will be transformed into human flesh anytime and anywhere. The possibility of a bomb.

The monk grabbed the cassock he was wearing and wiped his face carelessly and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. He looked at the bank card fragments on the ground and curled his lips in distress. He stepped forward and patted the door of the courtyard. The monk did not notice the ancestral Buddhist beads in his hand. In the process of wiping the corner of my mouth, I accidentally picked up a trace of blood, which disappeared like water dripping on a sponge.At this time, there were hurried footsteps and a "squeak" in the courtyard. The crimson courtyard door slowly opened inward. An unusually strong middle-aged man with facial features was wearing a light gray monk's robe. When he saw the fat man's tough face, his face softened slightly. The monk nodded to the monk and said, "Ander, you are back." The monk's face was still gloomy and he replied, "Well, I'm back. Uncle Qin helped me prepare some food." Then the monk sighed and continued: "My time has come." Qin Yang said with a startled look on his face when he heard this: "An Hai is not 40 years old so soon, you are only 25 years old this year." An Hai is the monk's father. When he was 40 years old, he was just like today's monks. After three years of hard work, I endured dozens of bursts of inner energy in just three years. I used the time I bought to arrange for future generations and handed over some of the family's secrets and ancestral beads to the 15-year-old monk. , and finally hired the best brother and his family to take care of the mother and son.

The monk's father, An Hai, arranged everything and prepared to quietly retreat into the barren mountains late at night to welcome the last moment alone.Before he left, his wife, who had been with him for more than 20 years, saw his plan. He didn't know what they discussed before he left, but they both ran away.Never heard from again.

The monk smiled bitterly and waved his hands while walking and warned: "Don't follow Auntie." He walked through the large temple dedicated to the Holy Buddha of Fighting and came to an independent courtyard at the back. Qin Yang, who followed all the way, did not follow the monk. Although no one knew about entering the courtyard, Qin Yang had never entered this courtyard where the An family's ancestors and inheritance were placed.The monk waved his hand back and said in a low voice without looking back: "Uncle Qin, the food is just at the door. You don't need to call me. If I haven't eaten yet, just come in." Qin Yang heard the words and the corners of his mouth moved slightly as if he was thinking about something, but the monk had already Close the courtyard door.

After the monk closed the courtyard door, he walked straight to a pavilion in the courtyard. Although the courtyard was very elegantly decorated, patches of green radish climbing on the wall almost completely covered the black and gray wall. The thick and tall sycamore trees beside the wall contrasted with each other to create an interesting courtyard. There is only a path paved with clear stone slabs that separates patches of grass and flower ponds.The elegant scenery did not ease the monk's heavy heart. His normally upright back slowly hunched over and he rubbed his cheeks vigorously with both hands.There is no big deal except life and death.Death is terrible, but what is even more terrible is knowing that you will die but having an unavoidable feeling of powerlessness, just like when two armies are fighting and a soldier falls to the ground with a "pop" shot. Are you afraid? Isn't he afraid? He thinks he will die before he has time to be afraid. .Another person was a prisoner on death row. The prison guard told him at 8 a.m. the morning before his execution: "You will be executed tomorrow at 12 noon." Compared with the prisoners on death row, the soldiers should be much less afraid.

At this moment, the monk resented that he had a strong foundation and strong energy and blood, and he also hated that he was born at the wrong time. The monk weighed 12 pounds when he was born, but he has been as strong as an ox since then.I have never lost a fight since I was a kid.Wang is the kid in the school who is in the first grade. He can drive six or seven bad kids in the sixth grade around. He can be called the invincible fighter in the school. If he hadn't been taken home by his father An Hai when he was 6 years old, he would practice and recite various pictures. It was more like a secret book from a fairy tale than a skill. Thinking of this, the fat man sighed and looked at the sun that was about to set. Unknowingly, he spent the entire afternoon sitting there. The monk lamented how time flies for a dying person. Zhen Kuai gently opened the courtyard door and nodded with satisfaction when he saw a huge food box placed in the middle of the door. He picked up the food box and closed the courtyard door to block the concerned gaze in the distance.

The monk quickly returned to the yard with the food box. The front door of a brick house was not locked. The monk opened the door and the sensor light in the house automatically turned on.This house looks a bit old from the outside, but it is full of modernity inside. Monk never treats himself badly in life. As soon as he enters the door, there is a rectangular dining table over one meter long, with a full-size Iron Man on the table. The model, the monk approached the table and put the food box in his hand on the table. The Iron Man model's eyes lit up with two white lights. The voice exactly like Jarvis in the movie said "Good afternoon Ender". The monk ignored it because " "Iron Man" was modified by the monk himself and had no effect. Only a greeting sounded when the monk came and left. The monk opened the food box and took a quick sniff, knowing in his heart that it was the work of the master of Yellow Crane Tower.I don’t know since when, food has always been a way for monks to relax.

"Pu" The fat man spit out the bones of the fourth chicken and looked at the half cup left in the food box with some regret. Buddha jumped over the wall and rubbed his more bulging belly and let out a sigh of relief.I looked at the row of posters of Avengers heroes on the wall. The clock hanging above my head was just 10:30. The monk half-squinted his eyes and leaned on the Taishi chair. He habitually played with the prayer beads in his hands. Time flew by and it was eleven o'clock in the blink of an eye. . "Ka" came from somewhere in the room, a sound that seemed to be silent. The monk's ears twitched, and then his whole body trembled like a frightened wild boar. He quickly got up and crossed the dining table to the bedroom more than ten meters in only two steps. A short distance away, the monk came to the door of the bedroom and flew up with all his strength, violating the laws of physics. While in the air, he exhaled and punched an ordinary tile on the bedroom floor.

The monk's fist hit the ground strangely without making a sound, but at some point a hole was opened silently on the floor on the other side of the room. The monk used the power of this punch to spring up again, and he was very dexterous in the air. He did a backflip and fell into the hole, and the hole disappeared.

The monk's body fell quickly in the cave, but the fat man did not make any struggle at this time, because all this was the secret cave anti-theft system that the family's seniors had finally perfected in the hands of his father after several generations of efforts. The opening of this cave seemed It sounds simple but it is very complicated to open it. First of all, the secret hole can only be opened within 15 seconds after every eleven o'clock. The mechanism that is opened must be hit by more than 300 kilograms. After the mechanism receives enough force, the secret hole will be closed. It is opened for 5 seconds and this series of actions must not be subject to any pressure except the mechanism stone above, otherwise the secret cave cannot be opened.The final mechanism is to enter the secret cave. You must not struggle at all and relax your whole body, otherwise you will not touch any wall brick. The fatal mechanism is immediately released, or it can be chopped with knives and axes, or thousands of arrows can be fired, or strong acid can corrode the whole corpse. Not being able to make dumplings is the best result.The monk did not dare to make any movements at this time. His body was slightly stiff and he fell completely with the force. As the slope slowed down, his heart that had been holding up finally slowly relaxed.

The monk stopped and used the light from the exit to take a look at the distance between himself and the entrance of the cave, which was about two meters away. He couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth and said in a voice that only he could hear: "I knew it." He twisted his body up and down. It stirred a few times, like a fat insect sliding into the cave that was flush with the ground.

This is a natural cave with a size of one hundred square meters. The monk's ancestor accidentally discovered this place and transformed it into a family secret room. In it, the shrines of the family's ancestors are enshrined and the genealogy passed down from the ten generations of ancestors to the present. The monk first came to display the I took three incense sticks in front of the altar of ancestors, lit the lamp next to it, knelt respectfully on the futon in front of the altar, kowtowed three times, and murmured: "I hope we can meet again." Then he put the incense in the incense burner. He walked to the altar table where a pattern of trees full of peaches was carved, took out the prayer beads he had been wearing on his wrist and pressed it against the gap in the peach.