"Mr. Lou?" Auman, who was carrying a basket of breakfast, called out nervously when she saw Lou Cheng's odd expression.
Lou Cheng snapped out of it and put down his phone. He squeezed out a smile.
"Just put it down. Go get what you want."
Auman nodded with a smile and left. Her professional credo was to never ask about things she shouldn't.
Lou Cheng picked up a quicksand bun and took a bite out of it. Just as he was about to flip through the pages with one hand to look at the comments below the headlines, he saw Empress Luo, Ning Zitong enter energetically in her white sportswear with a towel around her neck.
"You just started eating?" Ning Zitong greeted him with a smile. Then she remembered something and said, "Dragon King will only be back next week for recovery training. We'll still have to rely on you for the second round."
Dragon King will only be back after some time? Lou Cheng heaved a sigh of relief. He subconsciously rubbed the corner of his mouth that was still hurting.
"Sister Ning, I'm fine!"
"Really? You're going north to Zhaofeng to challenge Daxing Temple! "Ning Zitong replied with a half-smile. She pulled a chair over and sat down.
Damn, I forgot that Daxing Temple is our next opponent, and it's their home ground! Lou Cheng was stunned for a few seconds. He pretended to be calm and said,
"I've been looking forward to it for a long time."
Daxing Temple was a powerful force that could compete for the title of World Number One. Although they were slightly inferior to Longhu Club and Shangqing Sect, they were not to be underestimated. Abbot Divine Monk Fayuan was from the same generation as his master. He was 57 years old and practiced Silent Meditation. He had mastered Thoughtsteal and had won two titles in the past. Wisdom King Zhi Hai was the most outstanding representative of the new generation of martial artists. He was not even 28 years old and had already won the Super Class and King titles. He was expected to start his own era. Living Buddha Shi Shan had mastered the Mystery of Reincarnation and was the toughest First Pin fighter to deal with.
This was basically the main lineup of two 'super class' First Pin players. Back then, the combination of 'Dragon King', 'Empress Luo', and 'Optimus Prime' was slightly better than them. However, after Long Zhen left, regardless of whether it was Coach Lu Yan or himself, they were still lacking by a little. Both sides were considered to be on the same level. Now that 'Dragon King' was recuperating and the opponent was on their home ground, the difficulty was imaginable!
"You have a good attitude." Ning Zitong took a normal bowl of noodles from her assistant and chuckled. "When the time comes, you can do whatever you want. After all, this isn't our home ground. You can tear it apart and destroy it however you want."
How long would this joke last? Lou Cheng complained in his heart and deliberately changed the topic. "Sister Ning, why are you eating such a small bowl of noodles?"
The size of a normal person's rice bowl isn't even enough to fill the gaps between my teeth!
"There are still a few bowls left." Ning Zitong ate a lot of noodles without making any noise. She pointed at her assistant, who was waiting in front of the noodle counter.
"Why don't we do it together? How convenient it is to use that kind of basin. "Lou Cheng casually added.
Ning Zitong rolled her eyes at him.
"The noodles won't taste good if they're left out for too long. Besides, do you think I'm the kind of person who eats from a big bowl?"
Image, do you understand? Image!
I'm a person who eats with a big basin … Lou Cheng was speechless for a moment.
…
Zhaofeng City, Bodhi Mountain, Daxing Temple.
The receptionist monk, Zhi Jing, stepped into the Abbot's meditation hall. He put his palms together and bowed to the Divine Monk, Fa Yuan, who was sitting on a futon.
"Abbot, I have something to report."
Fa Yuan was wearing a yellow monk robe and a red kasaya. He looked haggard. The corners of his eyes, mouth, and nose were sagging. However, there weren't any wrinkles on his face. His eyes were kind and calm, deep and profound. Everyone who looked at him could only see their own reflection.
As soon as Zhi Jing finished speaking, he reached out and accurately pulled out a piece of paper from a stack of paper plates and held it horizontally in front of his chest.
Written on it were two large black words and a question mark that stretched to its limits:
"What's the matter?"
Zhi Jing was already used to this pattern. After all, his Abbot practiced Silent Zen. He deliberated over his words and said,
"Abbot, the reporters who came today strongly requested to interview you. They have a direct line to Haizili."
What's wrong with those people? Don't they know what Silent Zen is?
Fa Yuan didn't look surprised at all. It was as if he already knew. His eyes were filled with compassion. He took a blank plate and wrote a few words.
"Let Shi Shan and Zhi Hai go. I still have homework to do."
"Yes, Abbot. I'll go find Zhi Hai and Junior Shi Shan immediately." Zhi Jing looked at it carefully and put his palms together.
Fa Yuan smiled slightly and pulled out another plate from the stack of plates. On it was written:
"I want supper, I want supper, I want supper."
Zhi Jing's eyes widened as he stood there in a daze.
Fa Yuan's eyebrows relaxed as if he understood something. He quickly threw the plate away and pulled out another one. On it was written:
"I asked Shi Shan to help me organize it."
No wonder … the Abbot wrote this in advance. He understood Junior Shi Shan's nature very well … Zhi Jing suddenly understood.
Fa Yuan nodded slightly and pulled out a new plate from the original position.
"Good, good."
The words were slightly ugly, like the scribbles of a child. It was a different style from before.
"Then I'll take my leave first." Zhi Jing held back his laughter and bowed.
Fa Yuan picked up the plate on the top and wrote in a strict and majestic manner,
"Namo Amitabha."
After Zhi Jing left the meditation room and closed the door, Fa Yuan hurriedly waved his sleeve and rolled up the plates, letting them fall down and show their contents.
With a glance, he saw the printed "funny" emoji and the emoji "(??? _ • ́)". His lips quivered a few times and almost opened.
…
After leaving the Abbot's meditation room, Zhi Jing looked at the sky and walked to the kitchen. Sure enough, he saw the fat and tall "Living Buddha" Shi Shan staring into the kitchen, swallowing his saliva as if he couldn't wait any longer.
"Junior Shi Shan, the Abbot has orders for you." Zhi Jing said with a smile.
"What is it?" Shi Shan didn't turn his head.
"He wants you to accept an interview. Oh right, help me inform Junior Zhi Hai." Zhi Jing went straight to the point.
"I'm not free." Shi Shan smelled the fragrance of the steamed buns and waved his hand.
Zhi Jing put his hands behind his back and walked two steps. He laughed and said:
"This time, the reporter has a big background. We have prepared a lot of tea, fruits and snacks for him. They are all the best."
"Where?" Shi Shan suddenly turned around.
"Clear Heart Courtyard." Zhi Jing held back his laughter, "They wanted to interview the Abbot first. What kind of people are they? Don't they know that the Abbot practices Silent Meditation? Oh right, Junior Shi Shan, why do you have to practice Silent Meditation when you practice Thoughtsteal? Haha, of course, you don't count. You are the predecessor of the predecessor. "
Shi Shan's chubby and slightly "swollen" face showed a bit of emotion as he said:
"There are gains and losses. Hmm, since he has mastered Thoughtsteal, it's better to practice Silent Meditation."
"Why?" Zhi Jing was curious.
Whether it was the Abbot or Shi Shan, they had never used Thoughtsteal in front of their fellow disciples.
"You really want to know?" Shi Shan asked with a strange expression.
"Yes!" Zhi Jing quickly nodded.
Shi Shan's voice became low and deep as he said:
"Of course I want to know. Why wouldn't I dare? What is this glutton trying to do?"
Zhi Jing's expression changed and he hurriedly waved his hand and said:
"I, I didn't think so!"
Shi Shan's mouth twitched slightly as he continued:
"Amitabha, he can really, really hear what I'm thinking … How can this be? I've secretly scolded him so many times, saying that he doesn't look like a living Buddha at all."
Zhi Jing opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but in the end, he couldn't open his mouth.
Shi Shan kindly helped him to add on:
"I'll scram! I'll scram myself! "
Before he finished his sentence, Zhi Jing lifted his sleeve, covered his face, and hurriedly left.
"Look, at this time, don't you wish that I had practiced Silent Meditation?" Looking at Zhi Jing's back, Shi Shan shook his head and laughed. He wasn't angry at all that Zhi Jing often slandered him in his heart.
He shook his monk robe and went to the Bodhi Courtyard. Just as he entered, he saw Wisdom King Zhi Hai standing under two Bodhi Trees.
This famous young monk wore a white monk robe and had a handsome baby face. He often had a smile on his face, giving off a cheerful and friendly feeling.
At this moment, he was looking at the top of the Bodhi Trees, deep in thought. No one knew what he was thinking about.
Shi Shan didn't try to listen to what he was thinking. This wasn't only because of self-restraint, but also because of the other party's spiritual and spiritual cultivation.
When he first mastered Thoughtsteal, he had once listened to Senior Zhi Hai's thoughts. He realized that Senior Zhi Hai was a person with a unified mind. When he was cultivating, he would cultivate. When he was eating, he would eat. There were almost no distracting thoughts.
Of course, there were times when he thought a lot, such as now. However, due to his strong spiritual and spiritual cultivation, he could only hear the general idea and lacked the details.
Sensing Shi Shan's arrival, Zhi Hai retracted his gaze and turned his head. He revealed a smile that was as bright as the sun.
"Just now, I suddenly felt a sense of disgust towards myself."
"Disgust what?" Shi Shan played along and asked.
"I can see through everything, but I still care about fame. I feel ashamed," Zhi Hai shook his head and laughed, as though he was talking about someone else.
"Since I'm already in it, why not experience it to the fullest," Shi Shan replied sharply.
"Why?" Zhi Hai frowned.
"Disgust, disgust. If you don't stand, how can you disgust?" Shi Shan said casually. He then said, "The abbot wants us to go to the Clear Heart Courtyard for an interview."
Zhi Hai nodded and followed Shi Shan to the Clear Heart Courtyard.
After the interview, they went to the abbot's meditation room to report what had happened.
"You do it. It's more convenient," Zhi Hai smiled and said to Shi Shan.
"Alright," Shi Shan walked to the divine monk, Fa Yuan, and sat down on a cushion.
The meditation room was silent. After a few minutes of staring at each other, Shi Shan patted his robe and stood up. He broke the silence and said to Zhi Hai,
"I'm done reporting."
And I was taught a lesson …
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