Forced to join Kongoji Temple at the beginning

Chapter 2
On the square on the side of the mine, a dense crowd had gathered soon.

Ning Chuan also ran all the way, out of breath, and stood still in the crowd.

Everyone closed their mouths surprisingly, without saying a word, and stared at the front tightly.

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

This monk is extremely tall, about 1.8 meters five, with two thick and black eyebrows, coupled with a full body, or the reason why he has practiced martial arts, even his skin is not a normal color, but a light brass color .

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

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

"Okay, five days have passed, last time I passed on your Qi Dingyang Zhuan, a total of 72 movements, how many people have practiced it."

The chubby monk's tone was cold, he stared at everyone, his voice was obviously not loud, but it could be heard clearly in everyone's ears,

"You don't need to practice all of them, as long as you can memorize a half of the movements, anyone who can do more than a half of the movements will not have to continue to do hard work here in the future, and you can enter my King Kong Temple and become my King Kong Temple official disciple!"

"Who's going to put on the show now?"

There was a surge in the crowd, whispering to each other.

Ning Chuan recalled instantly.

Five days ago, this group of monks didn't know what they were suffering from, and they actually taught them, the miners, how to practice martial arts.

Although it's just a set of extremely simple entry-level Dingyang piles, it's still a bit unbelievable.

You must know that this King Kong Temple is a veritable evil monk who abducts and sells people and kills people at every turn.

Would you be so kind as to teach people how to practice martial arts?

"My lord, the young Wang Youcai has memorized a few moves, and I am willing to show them to my lord!"

Suddenly, a man with a thin body and skin dyed black by coal stretched out his palm and spoke hastily.

Ning Chuan glanced at him and instantly recognized this guy, feeling upset.

Nmd!
This is the guy who just pushed him down!

No wonder he ran so fast, it turned out to be well prepared!
"Oh, then show your hands and have a look."

The chubby monk looked at Wang Youcai and said calmly.

"Yes, my lord!"

Wang Youcai was overjoyed, and hurried out from one side, came to the open space and began to practice the Qi Dingyang Stake.

"Hey! Ha..."

Standing postures are divided into dynamic postures and static postures. This Qi Dingyang posture is a typical dynamic posture, which contains 72 movements, and is the most basic skill for Wufu to perceive strength.

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

The movements in the middle were also obviously a little incoherent, with several pauses, but fortunately, he didn't stop all the time. Even though there were many movements that were unsightly, he still insisted on doing them.

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

This Wang Youcai is really fucking talented!
He has actually learned such a difficult method of determining Yang in one breath!

It is estimated that he will soon be out of the ranks of hard labor.

Soon, Wang Youcai had finished all the work, and stood with his hands back, sweating all over, looking expectantly at the chubby monk.

"It's not bad. You only did 72 of the 21 movements correctly, which is considered qualified."

The chubby monk looked indifferent and nodded slightly, "Take him to shave his head!"

Immediately, a monk grabbed Wang Youcai and walked to the side.

Wang Youcai was overjoyed, and immediately sat on the chair next to him without moving, allowing the monk to shave his hair. After shaving, he took another handful of sandalwood and forcibly imprinted four scars on his forehead. When he came out, Wang Youcai grinned in pain.

This is not over yet, after shaving his head and touching the scars, the monk who shaved his head sneered, took out a green pill from his arms, handed it to Wang Youcai, and said a lot in a low voice.

It can be clearly seen that Wang Youcai's face turned pale in an instant, his palms trembled, and he looked horrified.

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

Until then, the monk who shaved his head looked relieved, and patted Wang Youcai on the shoulder, feeling like everyone is a family from now on.

The people behind looked at each other.

Ning Chuan was even more suspicious.

This can't be some kind of poisonous pill, can it?

Otherwise, how could King Kong Temple kindly teach everyone how to practice martial arts?

This is clearly a desire for free labor, but also wants to accept some disciples who are easy to control!

"Is there anyone else who can do it?"

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

Once again, two people in the crowd stepped out boldly and began to make moves in the open space.

No matter what power this King Kong Temple is, they don't want to suffer in this black coal mine.

Staying here, there is no sky, no food for three meals a day, and there will be a danger of landslides at any time, it is simply precarious.

Even if King Kong Temple is a dragon's pond and a tiger's den, they believe that as long as they are obedient, the other party will not refuse to give them the antidote?

"hey-hey…"

There were bursts of deep shouts.

Those two hard laborers were not bad either. They managed to do more than 20 movements correctly, but they were taken down one after another to have their heads shaved, their scars burned, and pills taken.

Others became even more envious.

"Okay, what about the others? Don't they know how to practice? If you don't, you can pick up the hundred-jin millstone next to it and walk ten steps."

The chubby monk continued to speak.

The crowd stirred again.

Not long after, a few strong men walked out of the crowd with flattering smiles and began to try.

Ning Chuan watched secretly thinking.

With his current state, it shouldn't be a problem if he wants to pick up a hundred-jin boulder and walk a few steps.

But once the target is completed, the head must be shaved!

Also eat that suspected poison pill.

"One is to get rid of hard labor, and the other is to guarantee life, which one should I choose..."

Ning Chuan thought about it.

After taking the poison pill, I am afraid that many things will be involuntary in the future.

If you don't take poisonous pills, but just rely on ordinary people in coal mines to paste them, when will you have a bright future?And who knows if a person can only paste once.
There are only about two hundred people here...

"There must be a way for the car to reach the mountain. It is better than waiting here to die. This coal mine may collapse again one day..."

Ning Chuan gritted his teeth secretly, and walked out directly.

Pasting an ordinary person or pasting a warrior, which one is more tempting, naturally, there is no need to ask.

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

So after all considerations, Ning Chuan still has to leave here.

"Hey!"

The seven or eight big men in front of them each picked up a millstone weighing one hundred catties, their faces flushed from exhaustion, and they began to walk on the ground with difficulty.

But the surroundings of this grinding disc are too smooth, without any point of strength, and the weight is indeed no small matter.

Although these big men had great strength, they picked up the millstones, but within a few steps, they couldn't hold on because of the prickly pain in their fingers, and the heavy millstones soon fell from their arms one after another.

boom! 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 millstone in his arms slipped down, almost hitting his toes.

At this time, Ning Chuan also came to the front of a millstone, gritted his teeth, and began to embrace it with both hands.

(End of this chapter)