Thinking of using violence in everything will only hurt yourself. Master Ran Deng knows this truth.
So after thinking for a moment, he nodded.
"Okay, then I promise you that we will form a private alliance. When the time comes, I will do my best to help you three times."
"But there is one thing I don't understand."
Ling Wei said expressionlessly, "Speak."
"Why wait until after January?"
Ling Wei paused and said, "Because I have to go back to Zhonghai to meet someone."
"Important people?"
"right."
Master Ran Deng pondered for a moment and then suggested, "To facilitate future contact, could I first send an envoy to accompany Miss Ling and use him as an intermediary to maintain constant communication?"
The Dragon Elephant Prajna Sutra was so important that Master Ran Deng was worried and immediately wanted to send someone to follow Ling Wei, fearing that she would run away.
Ling Wei didn't show any disgust, she just shrugged and said, "Whatever."
"Okay then!"
Master Ran Deng was delighted, and then he slapped the stone wall next to him with one hand and shouted softly.
"King Kong!"
After a while.
The angry arhat from Yuntian Temple ran quickly to the top of the mountain.
The temperature on the top of the mountain was close to minus forty degrees Celsius, but this arhat was still only half-covered in a monk's robe, revealing half of his chest muscles, and he didn't seem to feel cold at all.
As soon as he reached the mountain, he half-knelt in front of Master Ran Deng.
"Master, what do you want me to do?"
Master Ran Deng pointed at Ling Wei.
"Your training is temporarily suspended. During this time, follow Miss Ling closely and follow her instructions."
The angry arhat was surprised.
How come this witch had only been here for less than half an hour, and the usually majestic master was already... subdued by her?
"Master, this..."
"What is this?!"
Master Ran Deng's tone turned cold, and the angry Arhat immediately lowered his head.
Then Master Ran Deng turned to Ling Wei and introduced:
"This is the chief disciple of Yuntian Temple, known as Vajra. He is a reliable person. If Miss Ling wants to contact me, just ask him to pass on the message. He knows what to do."
Ling Wei nodded and did not ask about King Kong's identity.
She knew that Master Ran Deng must have considered it carefully before recommending him to her.
As soon as he finished speaking, Master Ran Deng invited him again:
"Miss Ling, I'm quite curious about the Ling family's martial arts. Could you please come to the temple and sit down to discuss it?"
Now that you are here, you must sit down and have a cup of tea.
Ling Wei nodded calmly: "Okay."
"Then please..."
Master Ran Deng made a gesture and took the initiative to invite Ling Wei to come down the mountain.
King Kong standing next to him was staring blankly with a pair of ox eyes, and couldn't help shaking his head in his heart.
"A witch... She's really a witch..."
…
The other side.
Thousands of miles away, next to the dusty national highway in the suburbs of Zhonghai City.
Chen Yang's legs were numb from squatting.
Throwing away another cigarette butt, he fiddled with his phone for several hours and finally translated the Sanskrit text sent by Ling Wei in its entirety.
"It's actually... a technique?"
"No, this isn't a technique. It doesn't even have any moves. Should this be called the Heart Sutra?"
Chen Yang was completely confused, but he was certain that the thing Ling Wei sent him specifically must not be an ordinary thing.
At this time, Xiao Hongling's shouting came from behind.
"Brother Chen, come in and sit down!"
"You've been squatting there smoking all night!"
She sat in front of the mourning hall, looking at Chen Yang with complicated eyes.
After telling him last night that it would take at least ten years to cultivate Ming Jin, Chen Yang's face turned serious. He ran to the door alone and squatted down to smoke.
She looks so much like her father.
My father was like this when our family was poor.
And every time after squatting for half a day, my father would always come up with a way or find some money to help the family out of the predicament.
This made Xiao Hongling feel a little magical. Could it be that if a man just went out and squatted for a while and smoked a cigarette, he could solve all the problems in the world?
She called out twice, and seeing that Chen Yang didn't move, she wanted to go find him.
As a result, Chen Yang threw away the cigarette butt and went straight back to the yard.
"Hong Ling, wait for a while. Call me directly if you have anything."
Xiao Hongling was stunned: "Where are you going?"
Chen Yang said firmly: "Go home and practice."
After saying that, he took out his car keys, got in the car, and sped away.
Xiao Hongling stood blankly by the road, staring at the taillights of the car.
Maybe Chen Yang himself didn't know it, but Xiao Hongling could see that this man had regained his courage and perseverance.
There was light in his eyes again.
And more than ten minutes later.
Chen Yang returned to the villa halfway up the mountain.
The once cozy little villa now seems extremely lonely without Ling Wei and Xiao Huan.
The house is messy everywhere.
But Chen Yang had no intention of cleaning up.
He walked quickly to the corridor at the back.
Without caring about the dew, Chen Yang sat down immediately and calmed down.
I began to understand the technique that Ling Wei had mentioned.
In fact, he had been thinking about it on the road before, and he had already had some understanding.
This exercise.
It's not difficult.
It can even be said to be very simple.
It was early morning, the quietest time of the day and the time when thoughts were most free.
Chen Yang quickly understood something vaguely.
Just these things made him realize with shock—
If we compare the traditional method of using Qi to cleanse the meridians and practicing hard Qigong through perseverance, to playing a game and honestly accumulating experience points.
That thing Ling Wei gave him.
It's just a hang...
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