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Only heard the cloud board several rings, the mountain gate has been opened. Out of the gate came two strings of sixty gatekeepers, each with a solemn appearance, worthy of being the first ancient temple in the world. Guan Tong glanced back proudly and strode toward the mountain door towel. Suddenly hearing the sound of Amitabha, Guan Tong looked up and saw an old monk standing in front of the gate on the steps. When Guan Tong reached the front of the steps, the old monk said, "Almsgiver, you are very skillful. But you should know that one point of foundation is one point of ability. Isn't it a pity that this century-old antique was unintentionally destroyed by the Almsgiver?" Although the old monk said the flagpole, in fact, he implied Guan Tong. Guan Tong felt a sudden shock in his heart, because after his debut, he met a master, and he really understood the true flavor of the eight words. But he is not surprised to come, surprised not to come, with his youthful spirit, thousands of miles away to the Shaolin Temple, how can he be gently frightened by these eight words? "The old monk said it well," he said with a smile. "What is the foundation?" The old monk was stunned by the saying that the Buddhist master was empty. "If you want to know, please come in with the old monk," he said with a laugh. Guan Tong knew that all the Shaolin monks were from the Hall of Martial Arts, and there was no need to show off their strength too much at this time,cattle weight tape, so Shi Shiran walked up the steps. The old monk was Master Citong, who was over sixty years old and had seen many big scenes. He was secretly surprised to see Guan Tong's calm appearance. Unexpectedly, this young man in his twenties already had the bearing of a great master. Master Citong led a dozen or so monks and led Guan Tong to the courtyard. After the other monks watched them silently, they dispersed in an orderly manner and returned to their work areas as if nothing had happened at all. This is the routine of regular training. In fact, everyone can see that it is not easy for people to come. Citong Shifa led the crowd, not to go to the main hall, but to go through the temple, Guan Tong was curious,Surveyors tape measure, but what surprised him more was that he met more than a hundred monks along the way, but each of them was very strong, and the internal force had some heat. At the same time, between monks and monks, no one said more than a word except for the greeting in etiquette. As if he, an outsider, was not present, the management of the Shaolin Temple was in good order, and Guan Tong, who had no eyes, was also secretly convinced. Dharma Master Ci Tong and Guan Tong walked to a side courtyard and saw a large lotus pond in the courtyard. At this time, the dew flowers were blooming, but they saw lotus leaves like plantain fans floating quietly in the water. The old red mud walls were reflected in the water, showing a trace of tranquility. As soon as Guan Tong saw the scene of wind and lotus in the courtyard, he knew that the old monk was pointing out the word "root", Walking measuring wheel ,Adhesive fish ruler, because although the lotus leaf was floating on the water, it seemed to have roots. The root of martial arts is like the root of lotus leaf, which can not be seen from the surface, but if there is no root, it will be swallowed up by the vast sea of martial arts. The word "root" refers to "military virtue". Guan Tong is like a tiger out of custody, like a sharp blade without a scabbard. Its power is unstoppable, and its edge cannot be lightly attacked. However, if he kills too much, it will not damage the military virtue. If he exceeds the military governor, he will become impetuous and indulgent. As a result, Jiang Cihang's words and his description emerged in Guan Tong's mind. At this moment, Guan Tong almost gave up the idea of enmity, but it was only a moment like a glimpse, because the withered appearance and broken mood of the green bat swordsman deeply occupied Guan Tong's thoughts, he felt an impulse that he could not control, and his eyes gradually turned red. A breeze passed, and ripples rippled in his heart, which were transmitted round and round, as if Guan Tong's train of thought had been brought to the distant shore. Dharma Master Citong made a move to the pool with his hand and shouted, "Turn around and come to the shore!" Strange to say, a pool of water lines all turned to this side. Guan Tong was still meditating. He woke up with a word from him. He felt a chill in his heart. He also brushed his hand and said, "The front is also the shore!" Then Shuiwen turned his head again and rushed to the other side like waves. With such a momentum, Guan Tong gained the upper hand. Master Ci Tong was startled and sighed, "I dare to ask the benefactor what advice he has when he comes to the temple." It was not until now that he asked Guan Tong about the purpose of his visit. But Guan Tong, the guest, was even more strange. He leisurely uttered a word: "Money!" His style is so simple that there is not a word of waste. Dharma Master Tzu Tong twirled a rosary in his right hand and said word by word, "Is the token of ten thousand Buddhas on the benefactor?" Guan Tong was so frightened that he turned around and stared at the old monk for a long time without a strange expression. He could hardly believe his ears. With a slight smile, Master Ci Tong pulled out a roll of something from his sleeve and raised it to Guan Tong. Guan Tong looked at the object and saw that what he was holding in his hand was actually a portrait. The man in the picture was so proud that he seemed to have printed Guan Tong on paper. As soon as Guan Tong changed his mind, he guessed that after the five monks of Shaolin returned to the temple, he had all his features in mind, and then drew this picture. No wonder after he entered Shaolin, the monks seemed to have worn their own identity and never said much. Therefore, his estimation of Shaolin monks was improved a lot, because of such superhuman memory. Had it not been for a person who is usually skilled in controlling the mind and has a very deep internal force, he would not have been able to do it. "It's hard to say," he said proudly. Yes, then what? What if it's not? Unable to hold back, Dharma Master Citong took a steady step forward and said, "Almsgiver, what is the purpose of detaining this token of ten thousand Buddhas?" This clearly implied that Guan Tong wanted to use the token of ten thousand Buddhas to command the disciples of Shaolin. When Guan Tong saw that he was so angry, he was secretly on guard, but his tongue was full of spring thunder. "Isn't the old monk all empty?" He said? A mere jade tablet, why is it always in the mind of Lingtai? Dharma Master Ci Tong raised his eyebrows and took another step forward, saying, "After becoming Shaolin, how can you sit back and watch the benefactor run wild?" The air around him suddenly became tense, and Guan Tong calmly stared at the old monk's every move with the corner of his eye, only to see that the old monk had already lifted ten percent of his strength above ten fingers. Guan Tong thought that he went to Shaolin alone,tape measure clip, not to make trouble, but mainly for money. It was not good for him to keep the token of ten thousand Buddhas. It should be noted that Guan Tong did not know the heart of Qin Yun. What he always hoped for was the enmity with Qiqi, especially Yue Tiema. tapemeasure.net