Chapter 1197 The inheritance of the monks is unexpectedly simple
Several ancestor spirits walked towards the direction of the Sky Temple.
In other words, except for the three ancestors who need to perform their duties of guarding the gate of the Holy Mountain, the other ancestors' spirits are on their way to the past.
The ringing of bells came from the Sky Temple, which was vast and magnificent.
A burst of golden light spread out along with the sound of the bell.
The never-ending snow in the sky was directly shaken away, and even the clouds were directly driven aside.
The sunshine makes the Sky Temple look solemn and solemn.
“Hey, these monks are really good at playing.”
Herab said as he rubbed the bruises on his face that had not yet dissipated.
It is not difficult to hear a little bit of envy in his tone.
"If you are willing, can't you keep the Temple of the Elders under the sun at all times?
What are you envious of?"
Cassius asked more.
“The Elder’s Temple shrouded in anger can drive away the flying snow and clouds.
But don’t you think it looks like a scene from the Burning Hell?
Or are you planning to be hung on the roof of the Temple of the Elders and constantly use Whirlwind?
I almost forgot, you are a barbarian from the Tagus tribe, not from the Stormwind tribe. ”
Herab retorted directly.
Of course the barbarians can disperse the clouds, but it is a bit troublesome to do this for a long time.
At least it shows. His image is not as solemn as that of a warrior monk.
"Is that the Golden Bell Po? It seems to be the Illuminati Bahuang?"
Barnar rubbed the beard on his chin and said thoughtfully.
"Hey, did the monk surprise you with this move?"
Herab immediately turned his head to Banal and choked.
“You look like a mad dog trying to catch someone and bite someone.
I mean, there should be only a few monks who can use this move now.
More importantly, the monks themselves are accustomed to ringing bells to mark the passage of time.
So they can basically guarantee that there will be sunshine all the time in the Sky Temple. "
Banar glanced at Hailab with some dissatisfaction.
Then he turned his head again after seeing Hailab who was still bruised and swollen.
Banal forgave Hairab for his impoliteness.
After all, no matter who was beaten like this, he would not be in a good mood.
"Then shall we let Calgar tell the time every day from the Temple of the Elders with his war cry?
His war cry can also disperse the clouds."
Kutu I said honestly.
"Hey..."
Cassius sighed.
“Kotur, you don’t have to act like this all the time.
Although I know you are giving Hailab a step down, but you really There is no need to do it in this way of vilifying yourself."
Cassius added.
His words made Hairab, who had originally planned to say a few soft words and then go down the steps, hang there unable to get up.
Cassius doesn’t care.
The worst possible outcome is a fight with Hairab.
It was too common for them to fight. That is to say, the number of fights decreased after everyone became familiar with each other's fighting capabilities to a certain extent.
After all, they are very clear about their own strength, and even if they can win a battle a hundred times, there may not be an accident.
All the comeback tricks that can be used in unwinnable battles have been exposed.
Now, they rarely take action.
Because I almost know what the battle process is like before the fight.
These ancestral spirits fight with each other, just like the fighting prophet of Mardoc.
Before the battle, you already know everything that may happen during the battle.
Faced with this situation, they couldn't have much interest in fighting anyway.
“Ulena will come back, right?
Who is in charge of Uliana’s affairs before?”
Kultur coughed dryly, He said after attracting the attention of several people.
“Who else could it be? It can only be the Gruchak who killed a thousand swords!”
Hailab said angrily.
He felt pain on his face when he mentioned Gruchak.
The problem is that this is not an illusion...
When he speaks now, he will feel stronger pain than before.
After all, the swelling on my face has not subsided yet.
His cheeks were so swollen that people who didn't know him thought he was living a good life as a barbarian.
To be able to make a legendary barbarian so fat...
"Gruchak, that should be fine.
They are all legendary nephalems, one by one I know everything I do.”
Cassius nodded.
Then he looked at the entrance of the main hall of Sky Temple.
The apprentices of the monks were already standing there.
If nothing unexpected happened today, they would have been waiting for Karasim to take them for morning exercises.
"Just by looking at their positions, you can almost tell who the monks are most optimistic about as their apprentices."
Kotur said after sizing up the apprentices.
Standing at the forefront, of course, is the now-legendary Immortal Mr. Craig.
“Craig shouldn’t be considered an apprentice anymore, right?”
Cassius said.
“Of course not, but his attitude towards Karasim is the same as his attitude towards his teacher.
The inheritance of the monks is this master-disciple model, and it is not what we have here. Most of them are sorted by bloodline.”
Banal said.
"That means Karasim is more optimistic about the little girl named Shiva?"
Kutul stretched out his thick finger and gestured.
"Don't reach out randomly. It's impolite to point at others.
Although this is on our holy mountain, the monk deserves respect."
Banal reached out and immediately knocked off Kotur's finger.
"Yes, at least don't embarrass the barbarians."
Herab said along the way.
"I think there is nothing more embarrassing than a legendary barbarian with a bruised nose and face standing here."
Cassius is still squeezing Hyrab.
Fury flashed across Herab's head.
"Yes, it is very embarrassing.
But if you wish, I can make you and I both embarrassed, even more embarrassed than me standing here!"
Herab almost squeezed out these words from between his teeth.
“Yes, it is indeed more embarrassing for two legendary barbarians to fight and perform monkey tricks while the monks are performing some kind of ceremony.
So I advise you two to stay calm!
Especially you Cassius! ”
Barnar’s tone already took on a threatening tone.
Cassius planned to say something else, but found that a lot of unkind eyes were focused on him. !
Most of the ancestor spirits have arrived here
It was as if he was telling Cassius that if he did anything embarrassing, a group of people would drag him to the corner and kick him.
Cassius smiled slightly awkwardly.
But he still did not forget to give Hairab a mocking look.
Cassius is always far ahead when it comes to making people angry.
After these ancestor spirits gradually calmed down, Karasim also slowly walked out of the hall.
He placed his hands by his side, not raising his palms like the monks we usually see.
But the calm and peaceful aura exuding from Karasim has nothing to do with his movements.
"Looking at his current appearance, I really didn't expect him to be the kind of guy who could punch a demon so hard that it would beg for mercy."
Barnar said with a bit of surprise.
Indeed, Karasim's reputation is also well-known among demons. On the one hand, his strength as a legendary monk made him famous enough.
But part of the reason is that withstanding Karasim's attacks can often be considered torture...
Although the legendary gem of the Punisher's Bane was given to Bulcaisu Sonya.
But there are many victims of the next level of punishment.
The most powerful piece lies in the hands of Karashim.
With such a legendary gem, Karasim attacks with only the slightest force.
As time goes by, it will become a pain that the devil cannot bear...
For the devil that is stuck to Karasim, it can be announced that the countdown to death has begun.
Not knowing when you will die is actually not that scary.
In this case, many people will not consider death at all.
But looking at Karasim attacking the enemy like a stake, you can count...
Every time he attacks, there is a clear time.
There are even rumors among demons that they can count the number of punches they received to distract themselves when facing Karashim...
Although most Nephalem They all don't believe in this, because they don't really believe that demons have the habit of taking pleasure in suffering.
But this rumor is the same as the strange slang that Hailab complained about before, and it has been passed down anyway.
Or maybe it was a little joke about the Nephalem who were living in despair and enjoying their misery.
“Shut up.”
Herab said with a headache.
He didn't want to attract the monk's attention.
But what happened was counterproductive, Karasim now set his sights on them.
Then he put his hands together and bowed slightly as a greeting.
Then he spoke to the monk’s apprentices:
“Everyone, apprentices, you have all met the basic requirements to become a monk.
So today You can become a formal monk.
If you just want to go out on your own adventure, everyone except Shiva will need to practice for a while.”
Karasim said to the apprentices standing in a row.
The apprentices all behaved very calmly, which was considered excellent.
Calmness is what monks require for their emotions.
This state is more conducive to them making choices in battle, or insisting on punching...
Monks do not need a lot of intense emotions to gain strength, which makes most of them Always easy to deal with.
"The bloodline of the Nephalem can be given to you now, but I still have to ask, is there anyone who doesn't want to get the bloodline of the Nephalem?"
Krasim asked very gently.
He is not so arrogant as to think that everyone wants to be a Nephalem.
Monks will not ask others to do things according to their own ideas.
These guys are all about being hands-on.
The apprentices did not speak, although their hearts remained calm.
But the emotion of expectation still exists. Peace does not mean a pool of stagnant water.
"This is also what I want to see, then the next thing will be left to the gods."
Krasim said with a smile.
It’s just that the affinity brought by his bearded look and even his smile are very limited.
"A monk who turns into a bad-tempered monk when facing a demon can still have such a side."
Cassius muttered.
As soon as he finished speaking, he was stepped on twice.
The one on the left was stepped on by Hairab, obviously with a bit of revenge.
That kick was a bit heavy, it was stepped on by using the Earthquake skill.
The one on the right was stepped on by Couture.
Although he didn't use any skills, he didn't have any reservations about using force.
A hand stretched out from behind and tightly covered Cassius's mouth and nose.
Cassius made a very difficult cry of pain that could not be detected.
The hand at the back belongs to Banal...
Banal used his other hand to complete the throat-locking action, and directly dragged Cassius away from the crowd.
The ancestor spirits along the way all stood in front of Cassius in a tacit understanding.
This will ensure that any movement of Cassius will not be clearly seen when he is dragged away.
The spirits of the ancestors concealed the actions that took place among the crowd with expressionless faces.
No one knows whether Karasim heard what Cassius said.
Anyway, Karashim didn't behave strangely.
A ray of light suddenly flashed above the sky temple!
A figure appeared directly next to Karasim!
There seemed to be a long string of afterimages trailing behind the figure.
The one who came was naturally the leader of all gods, Yin Na of the Sky!
As for those afterimages, they are actually just Yin Na’s phantom.
This is not because Yin Na deliberately created such an effect.
It’s just that her huge number of phantoms will appear at any time, so she has this special effect-like image.
This is just to facilitate Yin Na to start fighting at any time.
“My apprentices, I don’t like wasting time.
I thought about how to give you the Nephalem bloodline for a long time before making this decision.
These bloodlines are gifts from the gods and contain almost all of the radiance of Eta.
What kind of monk you will become is up to you.
After all, monks have a variety of fighting styles, and the reason for this scene is the same foundation.
The path ahead will be yours to choose.
And the gods will provide you with experiential help when you need help. ”
Yin Na said straightforwardly.
This was not a decision made by Yin Na alone!
It was the result of a long discussion between her and Wan Shen. Consensus.
The existence of Yin Na actually makes the monks have to face a lot less difficulties.
If we look at it from a technological perspective, can the gods be said to be the Internet? And Yin Na is that server?
After Yin Na finished speaking, the number of phantoms corresponding to the number of apprentices appeared around her.
The phantom body rushed directly towards the apprentices at a speed that was difficult to discern with the naked eye.
But the apprentices seemed to have not seen it and stood motionless.
This somewhat goes against the instinct of ordinary people.
But if they show surprise or dodge even at this point, then they are not qualified to become official monks.
The phantom body rushed into the bodies of the apprentices and then disappeared.
No special changes happened to the apprentices, as if it was just an illusion before.
But the ancestor spirits who were watching could all see that the apprentices were beginning to exude the aura of the Nephalem!
The blood of the Nephalem has taken root in them, and they are now official monks!
"Looking at the atmosphere before, I thought that becoming a monk would be a bit of a flashy performance."
Herab said in a low voice.
His words were not offensive.
"Huh? Are you telling me that barbarians have to shake the earth when giving birth?"
Banar said teasingly.
The fact that Yin Na gave the blood of Nephalem to her apprentices was as simple as the birth of a new Nephalem.
If it were placed on a barbarian, a new Nephalem would also be born when the barbarian gave birth to a child.
Anyway, Banal has never heard of any family having a vision from heaven when they give birth to a child.
The birth of life itself is a miracle, and there is no need for external special effects to show anything.
“I’m just saying, do we have to prepare for a banquet now?”
Hailab said.
The bruises on his face have begun to fade.
Although there is still a little pain, it looks like I have successfully lost weight.
“You go ask Karasim?
It seems that he is the resident monk at Sky Temple.
It seems that Ulena didn’t show up? "
Barnar said.
Helabo did not refuse.
After all, he will be the elder of the barbarians, although the formation of the elders group has not yet been completed.
But we can’t bother Bulkesso with making a decision on this matter.
(End of this chapter)