Jackie Chan's Adventures House Master Daolong

Chen Long:.(°ー°)

Luo Qing: Ah this

"Oh, old monk, what are you doing?" The indifference on the father's face was broken, and he roared very unhappy.

The crowd ignored the old man's intentions at all, and eagerly said to Chen Long who was in a daze: "With your talent in martial arts, three years, no, two years, you can enter the official stage, and at most five years, you can reach the senior level. Even a great warrior or martial artist can't think about it."

"Don't hesitate, nephew, now that the demon energy is recovering, you can definitely become a strong man."

Chen Long was still a little confused, and subconsciously replied: "Me? But I don't want to be a monk."

"Amitabha, this is really a wise choice!" The crowd interrupted Chen Long with a smile.

Resolutely grabbed Chen Long's arm, and walked towards his own boat: "Since you agree, nephew, then let's go, don't worry, I will teach you everything I have, and your Dharma name will be called."

Chen Long:? ? ?

"Oh~ Didn't you hear Chen Long say that he didn't want to?" The old man became angry immediately, this old monk has already taken him over, so everything is really related to Buddhism, right?

A dried puffer fish appeared in the father's hand, and with a wave of his hand, a green barrier immediately blocked the walking route of the crowd.

The crowd paused, their old faces drooped, they turned to look at their father, and resolutely accused: "What's the matter with you, old haha? My nephew agreed, you can't restrict other people's freedom, now is a society ruled by law!"

The old man looked at the crowd with some indescribable words, and held back for a long time before he could say: "You are more shameless than before, old monk."

The crowd was stunned for a moment, and there was a trace of solemnity on their faces: "Amitabha, this son is destined for me. As long as he enters the Buddhist gate, his future will be bright."

"There is no need to discuss this matter, he can't become a monk." The old man said resolutely.

"Old haha, this is your fault. Children have their own way to go, and elders can't decide other people's lives according to their own preferences." The solemnity on the faces of the walkers was broken, and they said very dissatisfied.

Chen Long: (°ー°〃)

He said weakly in a daze, "That...Master, I don't want to be a monk."

As soon as the words fell, the old man's expression softened. Only Chen Long and his uncle were left in their lineage. Although this was not a problem, he really couldn't imagine Chen Long shaving his head and wearing cassock.

But before the old man could say anything, the crowd immediately became more confident: "Listen, my nephew agreed again. He said he wanted to become a monk. Do you still want to stop him, you stubborn old fellow?"

"Oh, you are a bald head with deaf ears." The old man said angrily (▼ヘ▼#): "Do you want to fight with the old man?"

The crowd paused, feeling the oppressive aura on the old man's body, and said decisively: "Fight, fight, if we have the ability, let's compare the chanting."

"Oh~ I didn't expect you to become more and more shameless. How can you be worthy of the Buddha?"

"Why are you sorry for the Buddha, haven't you heard it? The Buddha said: This son is destined for me."

Chapter 200 The Decay of Lode Temple

Looking at the two people who were gradually arguing, Luo Qing thought for a while and then interjected: "Father, Master Xingzhong, I have a deal with Shaolin, do you want to think about it?"

The old man and the crowd all paused and turned their heads to stare at him.

The practitioners directly changed from arguing to solemn and solemn: "Amitabha, Lord Luo, please speak."

The old man glanced at this guy a little speechless, turned around and grabbed Chen Long, and walked towards the dining table, murmuring, not knowing what he was talking about.

The crowd looked over there once or twice, and turned their heads frequently, as if they were afraid that Chen Long would run away, but they didn't dare to chase out because of the big evil spirit in front of them.

Luo Qing smiled, ignoring the anxiety of Guan Xingzhong, and asked gently: "Master, I won't talk nonsense, I have a martial arts inheritance from the age of gods and demons here, and I want to exchange inheritance with Shaolin."

The crowd paused, turned their heads and stared at Luo Qing, and immediately threw Chen Long out of their minds, and said excitedly: "The age of gods and demons? Really? To what extent?"

Although Shaolin's family is not the only one practicing martial arts in Blue Star, these martial arts are indeed explored by later generations on their own. Without him, martial arts want to break through to legend requires martial arts heart + absolute talent.

These two points have been brushed off by most people. After all, the lifespan of Budaojia is not exaggerated by magic power. If the body cannot reach the realm of martial artist or magister before the body ages, then the lifespan of the warrior will not be increased much at all.

At most, the human race's limit is 150 years old. In addition, martial arts requires strong energy and blood, but aging will weaken energy, which is much more difficult than magic.

As for a mage, starting from an archmage, the lifespan of the body will be nurtured by magic power, gradually surpassing the limit of the human race, and starting to move towards longevity. The general lifespan of an archmage can reach more than two hundred years, and the limit life span is almost three hundred years old.

All this shows that the world favors mages, and it is also the reason why mage inheritances survive more than martial arts inheritances.

Martial arts are too difficult. A mage without talent can become an apprentice, even formally, but without talent in martial arts, it is really a three-legged kung fu for a lifetime, and it is difficult for an apprentice.

Of course, those who have the conditions to take drugs are another matter. After all, with Luo Qing's current level of alchemy, it is really not difficult to change a person's aptitude.

Luo Qing thought for a while and replied: "Warrior master, no one is taller."

The eyes of the crowd brightened, and the whole old face was excited. He even ignored Luo Qing's identity as an evil spirit, grabbed Luo Qing's hand, and said excitedly: "Amitabha, the benefactor is great, the gate of Shaolin Temple will always be open to you, when will the exchange be?"

Luo Qing unconsciously struggled twice, but he didn't break free. Looking at the bursts of golden light emanating from the old monk's body, he reluctantly used the power of the evil spirit.

His hands blurred, he pulled out his pinched and whitish hand, and his tone was still easy-going: "Don't worry about it, I will go to Shaolin in a few days, I remember you have a crystal-shaped magic item, it seems very good."

The crowd paused, the enthusiasm on their faces faded a little, and they said with some embarrassment: "That is the treasure of Shaolin [Ananda's rosary], which was made with great difficulty by our ancestors, and will not be handed over to outsiders."

Luo Qing said with a smile: "I have a potion here, called Life Potion, which can increase a person's lifespan by 50 years. I think the master may need it?"

The crowd paused for a moment in embarrassment, but still shook their heads: "You know, Shaolin will not trade the merits of its predecessors for its own future, needless to say, the benefactor."

Luo Qing stretched out two fingers and said with a light smile, "Two bottles."

"Amitabha, Dependent origin, continuation, extinction, continuation and end, flowers blossom and fall, flowers return to the dust, the Buddha taught the law of karma, this thing is indeed destined to be with the donor, and poor monks can't stop it." The face of the group appeared solemn, and said in a solemn tone.

"I just like to cooperate with a master monk like you." Luo Qing smiled: "It's a pleasant cooperation."

There were kind smiles on the faces of all the practitioners: "Shaolin is waiting for you."

As he spoke, he glanced at the muttering uncles and nephews over there, hesitating a little.

In his eyes, Chen Long really had super talent in martial arts, it would be a pity not to invite this young man to learn martial arts.

But he also knew that his father would not let Chen Long enter Shaolin, it was very difficult.

Luo Qing noticed his expression, smiled and said, "Uncle Long won't be a monk with you."

The crowd nodded: "I know, it's just such a good talent."

"I think you have a pretty good relationship with Dad. Why do you insist on accepting apprentices? If I have the chance, I will also teach martial arts to Uncle Long." Luo Qing saw Xiaoyu yawning and walked over with a smile.

Only one sentence remained: "Master, you must know that I don't really care about your so-called Anan rosary and Shaolin cheats."

The crowd was stunned, a trace of bewilderment appeared on the old face, and he looked thoughtfully at the young man's back.

No. Do you care?Then why. That is a very important inheritance.

Looking at the scene of a happy family in front of him, the middle-aged and stubborn old man who bowed his head after being preached to, the well-behaved fat apprentice, and the pair of boys and girls were a little dazed.

The law should not be passed on lightly. In fact, apart from the interests of the sect, the fear is that it will be passed on to people with unrighteous intentions, which will eventually cause catastrophe.

But at this time, the crowd thought of the monsters that have exploded more and more frequently recently. Just yesterday, demons appeared in Fengdu, Desert, and Monkey Valley.

"It's impossible for Chen Long to go to Shaolin with you, you should give up your mind." The father's voice came, pulling everyone back to their thoughts.

He looked at his father's awkward expression and smiled. He quickly approached and said with a smile: "The poor monk said that children have their own way to go, and elders can't decide other people's lives according to their own preferences. Old haha, you are making a fool of yourself."

"Oh~" The old man's face became angry, and he was ready to fight this thick-skinned monk immediately.

But the crowd completely ignored the old man's anger, looked at Chen Long, took out an old book from his bosom with a solemn face and said, "Nephew Chen Long, this is the Yi Jin Jing, you should learn it first, as long as the nephew wants, you can enter my Shaolin at any time."

"Um, sorry master, I."

Snapped!Aww~

Before Chen Long could refuse, he was interrupted by his father's two-finger meditation. He snatched the books in the hands of Xingzhong, and said, "Chen Long, why don't you thank Master Xingzhong?"

Chen Long covered his forehead, a little dazed: "But Dad, I don't want to be."

Snapped!Aww~

"No one asked you to become a monk. This is his gift to you as a junior. Just keep it." The old man said and stuffed the books into Chen Long's arms, not giving him a chance to refuse.

Although I don't know why this stingy and cheeky monk suddenly became generous, but this does not prevent the old man from thinking that this is a good thing.

"Um, thank you Master Xingzhong." Chen Long covered his head in a daze, don't you need to be a monk?

"Old monk, since the Yi Jin Jing has been given away, don't hide any 72 unique skills. Learning martial arts requires both internal and external training." The old man kindly poured a pot of tea for the disciples, and did not see the anger that was still there just now.

The corners of the crowd's mouths twitched slightly, and they said he was shameless, so you old Haha didn't give in too much, did you?

Just as the crowd wanted to say something, the old man put two pieces of bread next to his tea, and added seemingly casually: "Oh, by the way, this is Tru, my apprentice, and this is Xiaoyu, my grandniece. As an elder, you can't just give it to Chen Long, can you?"

Xiaoyu and Tru stood up straight and smiled obediently at the crowd.

Walkers: .

Sure enough, it shouldn't have started.

There was a moment of silence, and the smiles on the faces of the crowd said with some difficulty: "Old haha, do you think I can hide 72 books on me?"

The old man nodded with a smile, and said very gently: "Xiaoyu, Tolu, Chen Long, thank you Master Xingzhong, let's go to Shaolin after we go to Luode Temple, he has already agreed."

Xiaoyu bowed decisively: "Thank you, master."

But Tru and Chen Long are a little embarrassed, always feel that they are cheating others.

But under the eyes of the old man, he still saluted: "Thank you, Master Xingzhong."

Practitioners: If you give something, you will be a master; if you don’t give something, you will be an old monk.

The smile on his face disappeared, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Old haha, you are really shameless."

"You have to learn good qualities. Dad suddenly saw a lot of bright spots in you." Dad took a sip of tea comfortably and praised with a smile.

The crowd took a deep breath, managed to maintain their majesty, got up and gave Luo Qing a little Buddha ceremony, then turned around and walked to his small wooden boat, he was afraid that he could not help but quarrel again if he stayed longer.

The old man took a sip of tea in a good mood, and said slowly: "There is one more thing, Chen Long has the foundation, but lacks the spirit of martial arts, you should also prepare for the big and small red pills."

The walkers paused, and then walked even faster, he shouldn't have said this, he would have known that he had left the Yi Jin Jing and ran away, and now he is at a big loss.

"there's one more thing"

boom!

The moment the old man's words appeared again, golden light erupted from all walkers, holding the boat with one hand, and walking directly on the water, almost in the blink of an eye, all they could see was a piece of golden light moving away rapidly.

After a pause, the old man paused with some unfulfilled intentions. He thought for a while, then picked up a sandwich with some satisfaction and took a bite.

"Oh~ why is the sandwich made of ham, and Dad's edamame sandwich?" Dad said dissatisfied.

A soldier standing straight in the distance was pulled out of the shock by his father's voice. He responded, turned around and ran to the cabin decisively.

No wonder the order above is to obey the words of these people, it turns out.

"Uh, does this count as robbery?" Xiaoyu asked Luo Qing in a low voice, seeing her father's complacent look.