Forced To Join Vajra Temple At The Start

Forced To Join Vajra Temple At The Start Chapter 2

2022-04-02

Chapter 2 One Qi Locking Yang Pile

On the square on the side of the mine, densely packed crowd.

Ning Chuan also trot all the way, gasping for breath, and stood still in the crowd.

Everyone kept their mouths shut, silent, and stared straight ahead.

From behind the group of monks, a chubby monk with a majestic face slowly walked out.

This monk is extremely tall, about 1.85 meters, with thick and black eyebrows, plus a cross-haired body, or because of martial arts training, even the skin is not normal color, but A light brass color.

He was wearing a short-shirted monk's robe, and he could clearly see the ribbed muscles on his arms, and his wrists and palms were all extremely thick.

At first glance, people can feel a sense of unspeakable power.

"Okay, five days have passed. Last time I passed on your One Qi Locking Yang Pile, there are 72 movements, how many people have practiced it."

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The chubby monk's tone was indifferent, staring at everyone, his voice was obviously not loud, but it could clearly reach everyone's ears,

"You don't need to practice all of them, as long as you can remember them. A small part is enough, anyone who can do more than a small part of the action can enter my Vajra Temple and become the Official Disciple of my Vajra Temple!”

"Who's going to perform the show now?"

There was a surge in the crowd, whispering.

Ning Chuan recalled instantly.

Five days ago, this group of monks did not know what was wrong, but they actually taught their group of miners to practice martial arts.

Although it's just a set of extremely simple introductory Yang Lock Pile, it's also a bit incredible.

You must know that this Vajra Temple abducts and sells people and kills people at every turn, but it is not just in name only, but also in reality evil monks.

Want to teach people martial arts?

"Sir, little Wang Youcai, I have memorized a few moves and I am willing to show them to my lord!"

Suddenly, a thin man with coal-stained black skin, his palms Stretching out, he hurriedly spoke.

Ning Chuan's eyes swept away and instantly recognized this fellow, feeling unhappy.

Nmd!

This is the guy who just knocked him down!

No wonder it runs so fast, it turned out to be well prepared!

"Oh, then show your hands."

The chubby monk looked at Wang Youcai and said indifferently.

"Yes, my lord!"

Wang Youcai showed his joy, and hurriedly walked out from one side to the open space and started to practice One Qi Locking Yang Pile.

"Hey! Ha..."

The standing piles are divided into dynamic piles and static piles. This One Qi Locking Yang Pile is a typical dynamic pile, which is full of seventy-two movements. , is the most basic cultivation technique for the martial artist to perceive the power.

This Wang Youcai started to move back and forth and walk.

The movements in the middle were also obviously a little incoherent, and there were a few pauses, but fortunately, he never stopped.

Many hard workers were whispering to each other, showing a hint of envy.

This Wang Youcai is really fucking talented!

The One Qi Locking Yang Pile so difficult was actually learned by him!

It is estimated that he will soon be released from hard labor.

Soon, Wang Youcai had finished all the work, and stood with his hands closed, sweating all over, looking forward to the chubby monk.

"It's not bad. You can only do twenty-one of the seventy-two movements right, so you're considered qualified."

The chubby monk's face was indifferent, gently nodding, " Take him to shave his head!"

A monk next to him grabbed Wang Youcai and walked to the side.

Wang Youcai was overjoyed, he immediately sat on the chair next to him motionless, and let the monk shave his hair. Four ring scars came out, and the pained Wang Youcai grinned.

This is not over yet, after shaving the head and clicking on the scar, I saw the shaving monk with a sneer, took out a dark green medicine pill from his arms, handed it to Wang Youcai, and lowered it. A lot of words were spoken.

You can clearly see that Wang Youcai's face instantly changes is pale, his palms are shaking, and his face is horrified.

But under the gaze of the shaved monk, Wang Youcai gritted his teeth and swallowed the green medicine pill.

Until then, the shaved monk looked relieved, patted Wang Youcai's shoulders, quite a feeling that everyone is a family from now on.

The people behind looked at each other in blank dismay.

Ning Chuan was even more surprised.

It wouldn't be a Poison Pill, would it?

Otherwise, why would Vajra Temple kindly teach you martial arts?

This is clearly not only wanting free labor, but also wanting to receive some Disciples that are easy to control!

"Is there anyone else who can do it?"

The chubby monk continued to look at the crowd and asked.

Two people in the crowd came out boldly again and began to make moves in the open space.

No matter what the Vajra Temple is, they don't want to suffer in this black coal mine.

Staying here, all black, no daylight, not enough to eat three meals a day, and the danger of landslides at any time, is simply precarious.

Even if Vajra Temple is dragon's pool and tiger's den, do they believe that as long as they are obedient, the other party will not give them the antidote?

"Hey! Hey..."

There was a loud shout.

The two hard workers were pretty good too, they managed to do more than 20 moves correctly, and they were all taken along to withdraw shaving their heads, branding their scars, and taking medicine pills.

Others are even more envious.

"Okay, what about the others? Don't they have a training session? Those who don't have a training session can pick up the 100-pound mill beside it and walk ten steps."

The chubby monk continued to speak.

The crowd shook again.

Not long after, several brawny man smirked, walked out of the crowd and started to try.

Ning Chuan looked thoughtfully.

With his original strength, it is obviously impossible to pick up a hundred-pound stone and walk a few steps.

But he just randomly pasted a lot of power, which should have some effect, right?

But once the target is completed, it's time to shave!

And eat what looks like a Poison Pill.

“On the one hand, it is to get rid of hard labor, and on the other hand, it is life guarantee. Which one should I choose...”

Ning Chuan thought to himself.

After eating Poison Pill, I am afraid that many things will be involuntarily in the future.

If you don't eat Poison Pill, and just stick to the ordinary person in the coal kiln, when will you have a bright future? And who knows if a person can only paste it once.

There are only two hundred people here...

“when we get to the mountain, there'll be a way through, it's better than waiting here to die, this coal mine might collapse again someday..."

Ning Chuan gritted his teeth secretly and walked out.

Paste an ordinary person or paste a martial artist, which one is more tempting, naturally you don't need to ask more.

In addition, this coal mine collapsed once three days ago, killing nearly 100 people.

So taking all into consideration, Ning Chuan still has to leave here.

"Hey!"

The seven or eight big men in front of them each picked up a 100-pound grinding wheel, their faces flushed from exhaustion, and humming, on the ground walk hard.

But this grinding disc is too smooth all around, without any point of focus, plus the weight is really not trivial.

Although these big men were strong enough to pick up the grinding wheel, they couldn't hold it any longer before they took a few steps, because of the tingling of their fingers, the heavy grinding wheel fell from their arms one after another.

Bang! boom! boom!

The voice was dull, and five or six big men in a row couldn't bear it. Just after taking a few steps, the grinding wheel in his arms slipped and almost hit his toes.

At this time, Ning Chuan also came to the front of a grinding plate, gritted his teeth, and began to hug his hands hard.

(end of this chapter)