Taoist master wants to ascend

Chapter 403 Spirit Elephant Zen Staff

"Do you want to try?"

The cold wind blew, and Long Xinglie felt a little restless. He really couldn't imagine how Li Yuan defeated Yan Chunyang.

"Huh?"

He was hesitating whether to give it a try, and suddenly he saw the tower door open. He looked intently and saw Yan Jiugong staggering out of the door, his face pale and quite embarrassed.

This is...

Long Xinglie's heart moved, and he went up to him:

"Brother Jiugong."

"Hmm?"

Yan Jiugong's body shook, and his expression changed several times before he calmed down:

"Long Xinglie, you are hiding so well."

"Brother Jiugong, why do you say that?"

Long Xinglie was slightly startled.

"Heh~"

Yan Jiugong glanced at the stone tablet not far away. Except for the several masters of Longhu Temple, Long Xinglie ranked first.

And that monster ranked 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.

"I don't deserve it."

Yan Jiugong's face twitched, thinking about the scene of fighting 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,

he was too lazy to pay attention and walked away.

"What is he doing?"

Long Xinglie was puzzled. He and Yan Jiugong had a good personal relationship, but they didn't talk like this.

He looked at the stone tablet in front of the tower. Under the seventh floor, he was ranked first, Li Yuan was second, Liao Kong was third, and Yan Jiugong was fourth.

"Did he bump into me?"

Long Xinglie always felt that something was wrong. He frowned and thought for a while. His eyes were fixed on Li Yuan's name:

"Could it be..."

His eyelids jumped and he hesitated for a moment. When he was about to enter the tower, he suddenly heard his master's voice transmission:

"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 instantly dissipated. Long Xinglie's sharp eyes caught a glimpse of Yan Jiugong's face as if he had seen a ghost in the broken light curtain.

This is...

"The Dragon and 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 surprised: "Yan Jiugong just broke into the tower, who was defeated by him?"

"This..."

Long Yingchan frowned slightly:

"Your Junior Brother Li."

"Sure enough..."

After getting the answer, Long Xinglie was even more confused:

"Master, is Junior Brother Li the one who caused the dragon and tiger to appear before?"

"Yes."

Long Yingchan sighed in his heart, but did not hide it: "He has become my disciple and is your junior brother."

"Unique in the ages?"

Long Xinglie was a little confused after his guess was confirmed.

"For my generation, talent is only one aspect of martial arts..."

Long Yingchan felt the same way. He was suppressed by Long Xixiang and Nie Xianshan for a long time in the past.

"..."

These familiar words made Long Xinglie feel mixed. Isn't this what he used to comfort other junior brothers?

"Junior Brother Li is also very diligent in martial arts."

"This..."

Master Long was a little speechless.

In the past, Long Xixiang and Long Xixiang were both addicted to fighting and drinking, but Li Yuan, since he joined the sect, has been practicing martial arts and working harder than he was.

"This is a blessing for the sect."

Long Xinglie naturally knew that his master was trying to comfort him, but for him, it was more painful than having his talent crushed by others. This was too much of an underestimation of himself.

"The position of Daozi belongs to the strong, and I am not greedy."

Long Xinglie also sat down cross-legged and faced his master: "The sect comes first, you don't have to worry about your dissatisfaction, the position of Daozi is not born to me."

"It is the master who is narrow-minded."

Long Yingchan felt a little sentimental, brothers quarreling is not uncommon in the martial arts world:

"Master still has decades to live, there is no need to rush to make a conclusion, your junior brother Li may not be interested in trivial matters."

"I am not interested either, you forced it on me."

Long Xinglie corrected him, after a little shock, he calmed down, and even felt an inexplicable sense of relief, who wants to deal with those trivial matters every day when he can practice martial arts quietly.

"..."

Long Yingchan lost his smile. In the past few decades, those two, one ran all over the world, and the other stayed in a small temple to recover from injuries, and all the trivial matters were taken care of by himself.

"What else do you want to say?"

Long Xinglie played with the porcelain bottle in his hand. With this Dragon Tiger Health Pill, he could knock on the door of the Grandmaster as long as the martial arts performances were over, and he was 80% sure.

Long Yingchan saw his thoughts and felt helpless, but he could only let him go:

"Keep a calm mind, don't worry too much about the temporary setback."

"..."

So I will definitely lose?

Long Xinglie didn't feel comforted at all, but the desire to fight rose in his heart. In the past fifty years, he had fought many battles and never lost, even against Yan Chunyang, and he tied in seven battles.

Not to mention that after this retreat, his merits and deeds have increased again. If he fights Yan Chunyang again, he will be sure to beat him.

Thinking so in his heart, Long Xinglie naturally didn't say it, but stood up and bowed:

"Disciple is going."

"Go, remember, when we practice martial arts, we don't fight for a moment, but for a lifetime."

"..."

Long Xinglie didn't want to reply to him anymore. He turned around and arrived in front of the tower gate.

"By the way, you share half of the bet made by those monks and send it to your junior brother..."

Dao Master Long's voice followed him like a shadow. This was the reason why he didn't respond to Li Yuan just now.

"yes!"

Long Xinglie bowed slightly, took a deep breath, and stepped into the Dragon Tiger Tower.

…

…

"Buddha's bet!"

In the restaurant, looking at Long Xinglie's disappearing back, Monk Liaokong's body trembled, as if someone had hit him head-on. This was simply more uncomfortable than being beaten three times in the tower.

It’s okay to lose half!

"Senior Brother Lekong..."

"Catch up and beg him."

"Tell that Long Xinglie, it's okay to lose half, it's okay to lose half..."

When Liao Kong turned around, he heard a wailing sound. All the great monks were crying, as if someone had cut off two kilograms of flesh, and they were all trembling.

"Why cry!"

A middle-aged monk glared: "Senior Brother Liao Kong has just climbed the tower for the first time. After getting to know him a few more times, he will still be the leader of the primary election!"

"..."

Monk Liao Kong gave him a dull look, his head already starting to hurt.

Where is the issue of familiarity and unfamiliarity?

He attacked three times and was defeated all three times. The best time was when he could only hold thirteen hammers and was almost killed on the spot...

"That's right, senior brother is just climbing the tower for the first time. I'm afraid Long Xinglie hasn't been soaking in it every day..."

"Brother, regroup, I have a 'Gas Pill' here, take it..."

"I have the 'Blood Burning Pill' here. Junior brother Liao Ming, where is your body-sacrifice pill? Senior brother An, bring your soul-breaking pill too!"

A group of great monks unloaded their bags one after another, gathered together a pile of various elixirs, and handed them over.

"...Thank you all, brothers."

Monk Lukong's eyes twitched as he took the pile of lethal elixirs and gritted his teeth to thank him.

"Senior brother, we must win!"

"I must win the title and show my authority!"

"All my gold is pledged..."

"Enough!"

Monk Kong felt his head was as big as a bucket, scolded him, and walked away with his sleeves fluttered. The other monks looked at each other and followed him.

…

Naturally, the Xinyi Sect did not stay at Longhu Temple.

Before nightfall, Zen Master Dading walked slowly into the guild hall after finishing his vegetarian meal. Xinyi Sect has guild halls in various states, all in the style of temples.

It’s just that you can’t accept incense from believers openly.

"stop!"

Back in the backyard, Zen Master Dading seemed to be aware of the situation and scolded him. A wizened old monk had come out of the corner, bowed to greet him, and called him senior brother.

"Junior brother Da Ming, where did you go just now?"

Zen Master Dading glared at him. This old monk was his junior brother and the deputy leader of the Xinyi Sect.

"I went to eat some vegetarian food."

Zen Master Dading pointed him out mercilessly: "Would you like to take a look at the gambling house by the way?"

"No bet, no bet."

Sensing his senior brother's anger, the old monk waved his hands repeatedly:

"I didn't want to bet. I just saw a bet offered by Longhu Temple on the road. It was a bet on the leader of the primary election. The name of Master Nephew was on it. The odds were as high as one to three..."

"One to three?"

Zen Master Dading suddenly frowned: "Who opened this plate? Are you looking down on me like this?"

"Yes, Longhu Temple underestimates me!"

The old monk was shocked and filled with righteous indignation: "How can I bear this?"

"So, how many did you take?"

Zen Master Dading asked expressionlessly.

He felt quite helpless towards this old monk who was addicted to gambling. Couldn't he just give up completely like himself?

"It's all down."

"Everything fell?"

Zen Master Dading was startled, and then his expression changed: "Did you not even invest the gold to participate in the elixir meeting and purchase spiritual elixirs?"

"One pays three!"

Monk Da Ming spread his hands and said: "Master Nephew Lokong has become indestructible. He may not be able to win the first place in various martial arts, but in the Dragon and Tiger Tower, he should have no opponent."

Zen Master Dading squeezed the beads in his palm, and he was a little moved by the odds:

"How much did it fall?"

"Three hundred taels of fine gold, and my Zen staff."

"?!"

Zen Master Dading suddenly became angry: "You even pressed down the spiritual elephant Zen staff?"

"One pays three!"

"If you lose, I will kill you!"

Zen Master Dading still suppressed the anger in his heart, and he was quite confident about Kong. Dacheng Henglianshen had a great advantage when breaking into the tower.

Ten years ago, Liao Kong was already preparing.

"He can hold nearly two hundred Wan Zhuliu's swords, unless Long Yingchan shows no mercy and moves Master Longyin to the sixth floor..."

As Zen Master Da Ming said, he also felt something was not good.

"Long Yingchan won't be so shameless, right?"

"It's hard to say."

Zen Master Dading's face turned slightly dark. Just as he was about to say something, he heard noisy footsteps. When he turned around, he saw a group of great monks with ugly faces.

"Master Nephew Lokong, I heard that you went to climb the Dragon Tiger Tower?"

Zen Master Da Ming came up to him and inquired with a smile.

"Master, uncle..."

Monk Lokong saluted with a face of shame, while a group of great monks behind him saluted with mournful faces, and mentioned the incident of breaking into the pagoda today.

Then, a high-pitched and harsh roar broke out in the temple:

"What, you're third?!"