Chinese Martial Soul Online Game

Chapter 37 Going down the mountain for shopping (Part 1)

Just when Tigerstar was thinking wildly, the abbot shouted from the room opposite: "Disciple, come here." Because of Tigerstar's outstanding performance, the abbot became Tigerstar's second master at this time.

"Master, come right now." Tigerstar responded, took a step forward, and reached a distance of twenty meters in one step. This was also the "Wind Traveling Technique" that the abbot recently taught him. Tigerstar broke through the door and entered, saluting the abbot:

"I don't know why the master calls the apprentice?"

"Disciple, as winter is coming, our Buddhist temple should also prepare internal items for winter, such as quilts, charcoal wood, cloth and other items. You can take me down the mountain to the nearest Xuanwu City to purchase a batch.

By the way, I'm here to exercise, and I'll give you half a month's vacation. Here's the bill of goods. It won't be too late to give you the remaining gold coins as soon as the goods are delivered." The abbot held his long beard and said with a smile.

"Okay, no problem, don't worry, Master." Tigerstar agreed immediately, took the order, and thought to himself: "I'll go down the mountain to see my friends."

The system prompts: "Congratulations Huxing, you have accepted the sect's task of shopping at the foot of the mountain. The reward for completing the task is 10,000 for the sect's contribution."

"You haven't gone down the mountain for six months? Just go out and have fun, but you must always remember that you are still a monk, and you must remember the rules of the Shaolin Temple, especially when you are now sitting on the top of the Shaolin Temple.

As someone who holds a high position on the throne, you should pay more attention to your own image and not follow the crowd." The abbot said seriously.

"This disciple will definitely not forget it. Besides, in the past six months, I have almost changed my habits. Haha, I will definitely not make any mistakes." Tigerstar touched his bald head and smiled.

"That's good. If nothing happens, you can pack up and go down the mountain now." The abbot said with satisfaction, holding his long beard captive.

Tigerstar suddenly remembered something and said, "Disciple, there is something else I would like to ask the teacher for?"

"Tell me what's going on," the abbot said calmly.

"Master, can I borrow the Shaolin Secret Manual from others in exchange for my contribution to the sect?" Tigerstar asked carefully, fearing to arouse Master's dissatisfaction.

"To what extent are others included?" the abbot asked, looking at Tigerstar.

"A few friends of mine," Tigerstar said sheepishly.

"I'm afraid this won't work. Since ancient times, the martial arts of various sects have very strict rules and regulations. The interoperability of martial arts is a taboo among martial arts sects. I can't agree to this as a master." The abbot said seriously, apparently taking this matter very seriously.

After hearing this, Tigerstar nodded and said, "Disciple, remember, then Master, I will go down the mountain."

"Go and be sure to come back on time," the abbot said.

"Master knows." Tigerstar said, turned and left.

The abbot looked at Tigerstar's retreating background and murmured: "Just don't cause any trouble when we go down the mountain this time."

When Tigerstar walked out of the backyard, he was completely stunned. He saw bald monks just like him walking back and forth in front of him. The difference was that their clothes were gray martial arts uniforms, and his was indeed yellow.

Tigerstar came from behind and kept saluting the monks along the way. But what made Tigerstar depressed was that not many players returned the greetings to him. Tigerstar smiled bitterly and said: "This is just a game. It seems that I really suffer from the game."

The impact was so great that I couldn’t tell the difference between games and reality.”

I walked through the three Buddhist halls again and came to the martial arts training ground. There were not as many players as usual. I saw bald heads shining under the sun. Players were practicing martial arts neatly under the guidance of the NPC master.

Tigerstar stood on the high platform opposite. Not to mention tens of thousands of people practicing martial arts together, the scene was really spectacular.

Tigerstar walked down the stone steps and came to the blue brick road in the middle of the martial arts field. He kept saluting the NPC masters and walked outside. Tigerstar would not be stupid enough to salute those players now. Tigerstar sighed in his heart.

: "Hey, the NPC is still of good quality!" Under the strange looks from the players, Tigerstar walked out of the competition ground and walked towards the mountain gate.

"By the way, who was that kid in yellow clothes just now? Why did the master return the gift when he saw him? He seemed to be very respectful?" A player whispered to several players around him.

Quan shook his head and said, "I don't know, I've never seen it."

Suddenly a young monk jumped up excitedly and stammered: "He, he."

"What the hell, tell me quickly, it's really uncomfortable." A player next to him kicked him and said.

"You, you didn't see the top of his head, the top of his head." He stuttered mid-sentence and kept pointing to the top of his head.

"What the hell, what's on your head! If you don't tell me now, the two steamed buns you got for dinner tonight will be mine." A player threatened.

"No! You have Shaolin on your head, the title of the first in Shaolin." The player stammered and finally finished, and was obviously relieved after finishing.

"What did you say? Really? Did you see clearly?" A player's current expression of excitement is no better than the guy just now.

"Yes! I feel like he does have these words on his head, oh my god! Idol, the idol of Shaolin Temple, the idol in my heart." A player seemed to remember something, and rushed out of the competition ground like a gust of wind, towards the mountain gate.

Rush away.

One player was stunned for a moment and said: "Is he really Tiger Star, the most mysterious Shaolin Temple player, the god who can't be lifted down? Damn it! Chase him, it's really Tiger Star, the idol." The player said, flying like a

Run towards the mountain gate.