Marvel Monk

In the game room, the monk lay quietly on the floor.

After a while, he stood up, pulled up the hem of his clothes, wiped his face, and continued walking towards the game room hall as if nothing happened.When he reached the end of the corridor, he fell to the ground again and repeated the stunt of wiping the floor with his face.

The monk was a little worried about the privacy of the game room. Although he didn't feel like being spied on, he was not sure whether his spiritual sense could 100% detect Wakanda's surveillance device.At present, the privacy of the game room is really important to him, so he does not hesitate to "pounce on the street" several times to test whether anyone is watching him.

If someone saw him motionless after falling, someone would probably come and take a look.

After half an hour, the surroundings were silent, and the monk slowly stood up with a long sigh of relief.He looked around and walked towards the box placed in the center of the hall.

He jumped lightly onto the box, sat cross-legged on it, adjusted his mood, closed his eyes, and held the rosary on his wrist in his hand.

Chanting Buddhist scriptures in his mouth, the rosary beads in his hand slowly rotated.

The rosary in the hand is like a millstone, and the power of thought is poured into it. As the rosary turns, the stray thoughts from the thought will remain in it.

"Hoo" the monk opened his eyes, and a golden light flashed in his eyes.

"Bang" "Bang" "Bang" There was a knock on the door and Anne's call came: "Your Highness, it's time for lunch."

"Okay," the monk responded, put the rosary beads on his wrist, stood up, jumped lightly on the ground and walked out.

Anne saw a smile on the monk's face, crossed his hands on his chest and bowed slightly: "Your Highness, good afternoon. Did you enjoy playing in the game room?" Anne was very curious that there was nothing interesting in the game room last time. …….

The monk smiled slightly and said: "Sister Anne, this time I mainly want to see the toys left by the princes of the past generations. See if there is anything interesting."

Anne suddenly said: "Your Highness, I think the dolls left by His Majesty Tihaka are very beautiful. Do you like any of them?"

"Haha, if you like it, I'll give you one next time." The monk smiled awkwardly, thinking that I was just thinking about how to cross it with my face all the way, so I didn't see what I liked.

"Your Highness, thank you." Anne smiled and stepped forward to pick up the monk and walk to the dining room.

The monk was in a good mood, and he happily finished three boiled eggs and three bowls of corn paste mixed with minced meat.Finally, Tihara was forced to eat two hard-boiled eggs before walking to the stage to take a breath of fresh air.

Well, the main thing is that the kid from Tihara cried so hard.Isn’t it necessary to cry so loudly if you eat two more boiled eggs? How can you grow up faster if you don’t eat more?

The monk stood on the edge of the stage and looked at the rolling mountains and the tall black panther statue in the distance. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He pulled down the rosary beads on his wrist and twisted them habitually.

I subconsciously looked at the rosary beads in my hand. There were several golden spots as big as pinholes on the originally gray-black bead body. I wondered whether practicing mindfulness would change the rosary beads, but there was no record in either the genealogy or the secret book.

Before I traveled back in time, I read that my ancestors did not describe the changes in the rosary beads when they broke through to the third level of the Buddha Realm. Could it be because of it?

Thinking of this, the monk opened the hem of his robe and looked at the rosary that had been sitting quietly on his waist.

The rosary beads were still the same, the black and gray beads were covered with cracks of varying depths, and it looked like no one would pick them up even if they were thrown on the ground.

The monk had tried to instill the power of mind into it before, but he didn't get any feedback, and because the rosary beads were not as convenient for practice as holding them in the hand, he never used them to practice.

Now it is discovered that the abnormality of this new rosary has not appeared when the ancestors were practicing. The problem must lie in this rosary.

Thinking of this, the monk inserted one hand into his clothes and awkwardly turned the beads around his waist while silently chanting scriptures: "Hold the beads with both hands and focus on your heart, meditate and concentrate, and stay in the same state of mind as yoga, and you will achieve success." Dharma. If you put it on the top of your head or hang it on your body, or put it on your neck or on your arms, what you say becomes chanting, and by chanting it you can purify the three karma..."

As the practicing monks felt the difference, their practicing speed was obviously twice as fast as before.Not only that, but the purity of his mind power has also been greatly improved.I'm secretly happy that this rosary is really a great treasure, but I'm also a little bit curious as to why the tenth generation ancestor didn't notice it in the first place.

The monk didn't know that his tenth generation ancestor had been practicing in the cave of Buddha God Gate. There was only this string of rosary beads in the cave, so there was no way to compare them.No one in future generations will be able to break through the inner breath period and condense their mind power, so no one will be able to discover the secret of the rosary.

While the monk was immersed in the practice of telepathy, Annie comforted Tihara and came over because she was worried that the monk was alone in Taiwan.

When I stood at the door of the stage and saw the monk's back, I felt something was wrong. When I walked closer, I found that the monk had a hand on his abdomen and was fiddling with something.The corners of his mouth were twitching all the time, and the expression on his face was filled with an indescribable sense of satisfaction.

Anne turned around and took a few steps back with a look of embarrassment on her face. However, thinking of the monk's age, she felt that something was wrong, so she came to the monk again to take a closer look.Just then the monk opened his eyes.

Fortunately, black people don't blush, so Anne adjusted her expression and said calmly: "Your Highness, what's wrong with you?"

The monk had long been aware of Anne's arrival, and now seeing her unnatural expression, he simply opened his clothes and revealed the rosary beads: "I feel a little itchy in my stomach." Then a real smile appeared on his face.

"Huh." Seeing the monk unbuttoning his clothes openly, Anne knew that she was thinking too much, and asked in a weak voice: "Your Highness, do you want to go check it out?"

The monk waved his hand and said: "No need, it's fine now."

"Well" Anne calmed down, stepped forward to help the monk tidy up his clothes and said with a smile: "Your Highness, you shouldn't have bullied Tihara just now. He doesn't eat as much as you can." Wan extended her big smile to the monk. thumb.

"Okay, I won't force him next time. But when will he grow up if he eats so little?" the monk muttered.

Annie asked with some curiosity on her face: "Why are you so anxious to let him grow up?"

Hearing this, the monk tightened the rosary beads in his hand and said with a hint of hideous ferocity in his smile, "Of course I'll beat him...Ahem, we're all playing together."

"Your Highness, don't be impatient. He will be able to play with you next year." Anne comforted with a smile.

The monk said helplessly: "Well, I really hope he can grow up quickly."

"Yes, very soon." Annie knelt down and touched the monk's forehead.

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