It's okay to lose half of it!

"Senior Brother Lekong..."

"Catch up, please him."

"Talking to Long Xinglie, you can lose half of it, and half of it..."

When Lekong turned around, he heard a wail. The big monks were all mourning, as if they had been cut two pounds of meat, and they were all trembling.

"Why are you crying?"

A middle-aged monk glared: "Senior Brother Lekong has just climbed the tower for the first time. When he gets familiar with it a few more times, his first-time leader will still be his!"

“…”

Monk Lekong looked at him with a wooden face, and his head began to hurt.

How is this a question of familiarity or not?

He made three attacks, and lost three times. The best time, he only withstood the thirteen hammers and was almost killed on the spot...

"Yes, my senior brother is just climbing the tower for the first time, so Long Xinglie is afraid that he will not be in it every day..."

"Senior brother, regroup. I still have a 'gas pill' here, you can hold it..."

"I have the 'blood-burning pill' here. Brother Leming, where is your body-sacrificing pill? Brother Lean, I will also bring the soul-breaking pill!"

A group of monks took out their bags, gathered a bunch of various spiritual pills, and handed them over.

“…Thank you, brothers.”

Monk Lekong's eyes twitched, and he took the pile of elixirs that could be fatal, gritted his teeth and thanked him.

"Senior brother, you must win!"

"We must win the leader and show our power!"

"I've put all my gold in..."

"Enough!"

Monk Lekong felt his head as big as a fight, and scolded him and left. The monks looked at each other and followed.

...

Of course, Xinyishu did not stay in Longhu Temple.

Before nightfall, Zen Master Dading, who had finished eating vegetarian dishes, walked into the guild hall slowly. Xinyishu has guild halls in every Daozhou, all in temple style.

It’s just that we cannot accept the incense of believers openly.

"stop!"

Back in the backyard, Zen Master Dading seemed to have some awareness and rebuked lightly. A shriveled old monk had already walked out of the corner, bowed to him and called him Senior Brother.

"Junior Brother Daming, where have you been?"

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

"I went to eat a few vegetarian dishes."

Zen Master Dading pointed out him mercilessly: "By the way, go to the gambling house, have you?"

"No gamble, no gamble."

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

"I didn't want to bet, but I saw a plate opened by Longhu Temple on the road, betting on the top of the primary election, and the name of the nephew Le Kong was on top, with the odds as high as one to three..."

"One to three?"

Zen Master Dading frowned immediately: "Which one of them opens this plate? I am so underestimating us?"

"No, Longhu Temple is too swearing to me!"

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

"So, how many have you put down?"

Zen Master Dading asked expressionlessly.

He felt helpless about this old monk who was addicted to gambling and could not completely quit like himself?

“It’s all gone.”

"Are you put down everything?"

Zen Master Dading was stunned and then changed his color: "Did you even put the gold to buy spiritual elixirs in the elixir meeting?"

"One compensation is three!"

Monk Daming spread his hands: "Mr. Likong cultivates to become indestructible, and all the martial arts practices may not be able to win the leader, but there should be no opponent in the Dragon and Tiger Tower."

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

“How many have you put down?”

"Three hundred taels of gold, and my Zen Staff."

“?!”

Zen Master Dading suddenly became angry: "Have you even pressed down on the Lingxiang Zen Staff?"

"One compensation is three!"

"If you lose, I will kill you!"

Zen Master Da Ding still suppressed his anger. He was quite confident about Lekong. Da Chengheng practiced his body and had great advantages when breaking through the tower.

Ten years ago, Lekong was already preparing.

"He can withstand the sword of Wan Zhuliu for nearly two hundred, unless Long Yingchan doesn't even want his face and move Zen Master Long Yin to the sixth floor..."

Zen Master Daming said, but he also felt that it was not good.

"Long Yingchan isn't that shameless, right?"

"It's hard to say."

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

"Mr. Likong, I heard you went to climb the Dragon and Tiger Tower?"

Zen Master Daming greeted him and asked with a smile.

"Master, uncle..."

Monk Lekong saluted with shame, and the monks behind him saluted with sad faces, and mentioned the incident of breaking through the tower today.

Then, a loud and harsh roar broke out in the temple:

"What, you're the third one?"
Chapter completed!