Forced to join Vajra temple in the beginning (Chapter 2)

A square on one side of the mine was soon packed with people.

Ningchuan, too, trotted along, panting, and stood still in the crowd.

All the people are surprisingly closed mouth, not a word, tightly staring ahead.

I saw from behind this group of monks, slowly out of a fat body, the face of a dignified monk.

The monk was extremely tall, about one meter and eighty-five. His eyebrows were thick and black, and his skin was not a normal color, but a light brass color, either because he had practiced martial arts.

He was dressed in a tunic, and he could clearly see the striated muscles of his arms, his wrists, his hands, all extremely thick.

Let a person at a glance, can feel waves of unspeakable power.

"Well, five days of time has passed, the last time we spread your qi Yang pile, seventy-two movements, how many people will practice."

The rotund monk looked at the crowd coldly, but his voice was not loud, but it could be heard clearly by everyone.

"Do not need all of you to practice out, as long as you can remember a small half can, who can make more than a small half of the action, the future can not continue to do hard work here, can enter my King Kong temple, become my king Kong temple official disciple!"

"Who's going to perform now?"

There was a rush of whispering in the crowd.

Ningchuan instantly recalled.

Five days ago, the monks were teaching kung fu to their miners without knowing what was wrong with them.

Although it is only a very simple set of introductory Yang pile, but also some incredible.

You know, this vajra temple is a human trafficker, a killer, and a veritable evil monk.

Would you be kind enough to teach kung fu?

"Adult, small Wang Youcai, remember a few movements, willing to show adult!"

Suddenly, a man with a thin body and coal-stained skin stretched out his hand and spoke hastily.

Ningchuan eyes a sweep, instantly recognize this fellow, heart not happy.

Nmd!

That's the guy who just pushed himself down!

No wonder he ran so fast. He was prepared!

"Oh, show me your hands."

The chubby monk looked at Wang Youcai and said quietly.

"Yes, my Lord!

Wang Youcai showed joy, hurried out of the side, came to the open ground began to drill a qi Dingyang pile.

"Hey! Ha..."

The station pile is divided into moving pile and static pile, this qi dingyang pile is a typical moving pile, full of 72 actions, is the most basic method of wu fu feeling strength.

As soon as the horse took a step, it began to move back and forth and walk.

In the middle of the movement is obviously a little inconsistent, there are a few pauses, but fortunately he never stop, even if a lot of movements do not look good, still insist on doing it.

Many of the laborers were whispering in admiration.

The king's got money and he's got fucking talent!

Such a difficult qi Yang pile was really learned by him!

He is expected to be released from drudgery soon.

Soon, Wang Youcai had finished everything and stood with his hands closed, sweating eagerly, looking at the fat monk.

"Not bad. If you only got twenty-one of the seventy-two moves right, you were qualified."

The fat monk, his face indifferent, nodded gently. "Take him and shave his head!"

Immediately next to a monk holding Wang Youcai walked to the side.

Wang Youcai face exultation, immediately sat next to the chair motionless, allow the monk to shave his hair, after shaving, and take a sandalwood, in his forehead forcibly printed four ring scar out, pain of Wang Youcai grin.

This is not over, shave the head, after the scar point, I saw that shave the head monk a sneer, from the bosom of the touch out of a green Dan medicine, to Wang Youcai, and whispered a lot of words.

You can clearly see Wang yucai's face instantly turned white, palms trembling, a look of horror.

But under the scrutiny of the shaven monk, Wang Youcai clenched his teeth and swallowed the green medicine.

Until then, the shaven monk was gratified and patted Wang Youcai's shoulder, quite a feeling that they were all one family from then on.

Behind them all looked at each other.

Ningchuan is even more suspicious.

This isn't some kind of poison, is it?

Why else would vajra temple be so kind as to teach kung fu?

This clearly wants both free labor and easy to control disciples!

"Can anyone else make it?"

The chubby monk continued to look at the crowd, asking.

Two of the crowd ventured out again and began to make movements in the clearing.

Whatever power this Vajraya is, they don't want to suffer in this black coal mine anymore.

Staying here in the dark, with three meals a day to eat, and the danger of landslides at any time, it's really precarious.

Even if the Temple of Vajra is a dragon's den, they believe that if they do as they are told, the other side will not fail to give them the cure?

"Hey! Hey..."

There were waves of loud applause.

The two laborers were also good enough to do more than twenty movements correctly. They were taken down one after another to shave their heads, burn their scars and take medicine.

Others are even more envious.

"Well, where are the others? Didn't anyone else practice? If you can't practice, you can pick up the 50-catties millstone next to you and walk 10 steps."

The fat monk continued.

The crowd stirred again.

Before long, several strong men came out of the crowd and began to try.Ningchuan looked secretly thought.

With his original strength, it was obviously impossible for him to lift fifty kilos of stone.

But he just randomly pasted in a lot of force, so that should help, right?

But once the target is completed, it is to shave your head!

And eat something that looks like poison.

"On the one hand, escape from slavery, on the other hand, life guarantee, which one to choose..."

Ningchuan thought.

I'm afraid a lot of things will be involuntarily in the future.

Do not eat poison Dan, only rely on the ordinary people in the coal kiln paste, when will there be a day? This coal mine may fall down any day...

And, in his heart of hearts, he wanted it more.

It would be a waste not to practice martial arts with such a bad idea.

"There will be a way, the biggest thing is to eat poison Dan and then try to solve it, and it is not necessarily poison Dan..."

Ningchuan secretly gnashed his teeth and walked out directly.

Paste an ordinary person and paste a martial artist, which is more tempting, nature is not to ask.

"Hey!"

In front of the seven or eight men each picked up a fifty pounds of millstone, tired red face, hum hum, hard to walk on the ground.

But it was so smooth around that there was no point of strength, and the weight was no small thing.

Although these men were strong enough to pick up the millstone, they could not keep it up after a few steps because of the pain in their fingers. The heavy millstone soon fell down from their arms.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The voice was dull, and five or six big men in a row could not bear it. As soon as they walked out of the room, the millstone in their arms slipped down and almost hit their toes.

At this time, Ningchuan also came to the front of a millstone, a clenched teeth, both hands began to force up.