Chapter 94: Sun Zhengdao's persistence, Lu Zhengkang travels

　　 After learning that the Luyuan Bodhisattva had magical powers, the bald donkeys in Shaolin Temple were so abnormal that they didn't come to disturb Lu Zhengkang. Perhaps they had been prepared for this a long time ago. Anyway, apart from the grinning expression every day, there is no particularly strange behavior.
　　Sun Lichai was not settled by her mother after the fall, because she had a very good reason for leaving home in the eyes of Sun Wang. It is a glorious thing to find treasure for the Bodhisattva. Of course, the key Bodhisattva liked it very much, and the little girl was not injured. For the sake of her being very well-behaved on weekdays, the storm was lightly revealed.
　　 What makes many people dissatisfied is that Sun Lichai’s woven fabrics dedicated to the Buddha are too ugly, even uglier than the ugliest stupid thing. Such bugs staying on the back of the Bodhisattva’s hand is a kind of blasphemy.
Sun Lichai explained that this worm was a foreign product that caused the weaving king to lose, but the old mothers and most of the monks did not believe it. Soon there were gossips in Jianchuan Town that the children of Sun Zhengdao’s family were disrespectful to the Buddha and fooled foolish things as treasures. Man, these words reached his grandfather's ears. The middle-aged man had a pale face and went out carrying the insect net, and disappeared for two days and one night.
　　 When Sun Zhengdao returned to the town again, he did not know where he captured the three guards, and then he took the family to visit, and he fought against the people who talked coldly. The fight lasted a week.
This is a crazy week, a week full of shocking topics. Sun Zhengdao’s deeds of fighting crickets swept across the villages and towns within the Songshan Mountain like lightning, adding more heat to the busy farming season. Many people specially Came over to watch the excitement.
For a time, Jianchuan Town was full of people, and the streets and alleys were crowded with idlers, so there were all kinds of small vendors, dim sum shops, toy stalls, stage singing, fortune tellers, and jewelry vendors. , Even repairing shoes and clothing, selling medicines and moles, all walks of life have emerged, just like a temple fair.
　　Sun Zhengdao is the absolute core of this rally. Every time he wins, he will cause an exclamation. The crowd clamors and shouts and laughs. The loser is especially embarrassed in this situation.
　　 The three guards are almost unmatched.
　　 However, after all, there is no general who is always victorious. Everyone thinks that the glory of Sun Zhengdao will continue, but the results are often unsatisfactory.
　　 A week later, he lost. Such a failure was actually expected, and most people sighed with sympathy. The three committees of the organization have done their best and cannot ask for more.
　　The fun fair ended, and the idlers still gathered in Jianchuan Town, so before the harvest time, everyone was still immersed in the atmosphere of entertainment.
　　 After this incident, although no one dared to talk about the Sun family, Sun Zhengdao was still unwilling.
　　 He put the three bruised and bruised weaves in the best weaving pot in the family and offered them to the ancestral hall in the town.
　　 Every day he personally feeds them, hoping they can regain their vitality.
　　 But only one survived after a few days of cultivation, and one even died.
　　 It's too late to catch Suzhi again.
　　 Sun Zhengdao’s fight is completely over.
　　……
　　Sun Lichai ran up to Lu Zhengkang, watched him slowly flip through the scriptures, and suddenly said: "Luyuan, why don't you let the eight losers help my father?"
　　 Lu Zhengkang did not look up, "It's not working now, it's better to wait a year or two."
　　 "Everyone will forget it in one or two years!"
　　 "Forgetting does not mean not having it. People will remember when it wins a few games."
　　Sun Lichai calmed down as soon as she heard it. She is a patient by nature.
　　 "Luyuan, you have grown up a lot."
　　 "It is true." Lu Zhengkang casually said.
　　 Now that he is believed to be a seven or eight-year-old child, the relationship between his development and age has been separated, and it is more linked to his mentality and the growth of innate qi in his body.
　　 The people around him are not surprised, so no one cares, only Sun Lichai is curious about it.
　　 "Luyuan, don't you want to go for a walk?"
　　 "I don't really want to."
　　 "I will take you out, OK?"
　　 Lu Zheng Kangqi said: "Does your mother agree?"
　　 "I asked the great monk to take us out."
　　Sun Lichai has now learned to find reasons.
　　 Lu Zhengkang put down his "Hua Yan Sutra", "Okay, let's go."
　　 The one who took them out to play was the testimony of one of the eighteen arhats, a very unique dharma name.
　　 He carried a red ghost wand of Secret Level 5 in his hand, and he was wearing a simple exercise suit. The eight-foot-tall man followed Lu Zhengkang honestly.
　　On the bright side, he followed, but Lu Zhengkang knew that there were dozens of monks in the dark paying attention to his travels.
　　 Since coming to Taiwu World, he is also the first time to watch this great river and mountain.
Go out from the other courtyard, walk up the mountain road paved with bluestone slabs, and climb up. The trees along the way are tall and steep, and the pines and cypresses are evergreen. Even in the deadly autumn day, they are still undiminished. The weather turns dry, and the moss on the ground looks weak. It looked like a mottled stain, and it was a bit less beautiful.
　　 There are many difficult places on mountain roads. Lu Zhengkang deliberately chooses the quiet and few-traveled ancient roads. He feels that he has to go forward and open the road from time to time. A round red ghost stick is sharp and vertical in the chopping room.
　　Sun Lichai quickly lost her strength, so she was carried by the monk. Lu Zhengkang did not change his face, and was always upset and slow.
The innate air flow in his body turns, and he only feels that he is being lifted up by this air mass, and he is light and fluttering. He lifts his feet and steps, and he is peaceful and comfortable. Walking the mountain is not an effort. You can enjoy the scenery with confidence~EbookFREE.me~ Panting and embarrassed appearance.
　　 The highest point of Shaoshi Mountain is Liantian Peak, which is extremely steep. The famous Xu Xiake was trapped here and almost died.
　　 However, the Shaolin monks have their own light functions to climb dangerous peaks.
　　 Jue asked Lu Zhengkang if he wanted to carry him up.
　　 Lu Zhengkang patted the cliff in front of him. The gray rocks were stacked and the withered grass was growing between the cracks. It looked very bleak. The road was at the end here, and ordinary tourists would not walk so high.
　　 The many tectonic movements that have taken place here, the fierce traces have not faded even after hundreds of millions of years of wind and rain. Born on a majestic mountain, thrilling and stubborn, they must give the world the silent and unspeakable suffering.
　　 At least Lu Zhengkang feels painful about this mountain.
　　 He turned his head and asked Jue Zheng, "How are you going to go up?"
　　 Feeling a bit embarrassed, he actually wanted to persuade the Buddha to go back to the other courtyard, but he didn't dare, so he explained the gecko's wall-walking skill.
　　 The internal force starts from the pubic area, passes through the waist and abdomen, turns to the heels, sticks to the wall, and takes root.
Lu Zhengkang lowered his head and pondered for a while, then suddenly raised his foot and stepped straight on the almost vertical cliff. He saw the monk panicking. Then he raised his other foot again and stepped on the rock wall. Once he stood up straight, his body was completely Parallel to the ground.
　　 This performance has completely surpassed the gecko's ability to swim the wall.
　　 There were several exclamations in the woods not far away, and then an old voice exclaimed, "Princess wisdom is really boundless!"
　　 Lu Zhengkang seemed to feel it, and looked back, Zen Master Zixing’s upside-down old face was in front of him.
　　 You an abbot, shouldn’t you stay in the temple?