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China, Luo Yang, White Horse Temple.

The morning sun was rising, and the morning mist was rising. The monks in the temple had finished their morning lessons and were all walking on the rugged mountain path to the foot of the mountain to fetch water from the stream.

The dew had dampened the narrow and long stone path, but the monks, carrying loads of water, were still flying as if they were walking on flat ground. Only the last person was walking slowly, with an absent-minded look on his face.

What was even weirder was that the monk's head was not completely bald. On the contrary, it had a nondescript frame. Coupled with his handsome yet somewhat arrogant face, he looked like an ordinary pretty boy.

But his expression, no matter how you looked at it, was extremely vulgar. What was he up to?

”Master Fang!” The few monks at the front suddenly opened their mouths, scaring the monk into trembling. His face immediately turned serious.

There's no need for formalities. After breakfast, all of you come to the Scripture Hall. There will be a meeting in a few days. This old monk is going to test you all before deciding who to take with me.” The old monk slowly walked over with a head full of white hair and a kind face. His entire body was emitting a peaceful aura.

Unlike the other people who were abnormally excited after hearing this, the monk with short hair disdainfully sneered. What magic meeting? Isn't it just arguing with others? Those who went on stage were all old guys. They didn't even have a pretty nun, so why not go and see the nuns from the Taoist temple at the back of the mountain!

Tsk tsk, thinking of the Taoist nuns from the Miracle World, the monk Lin Kong could not help but salivate. Those lasses' physiques are so freaking... Wonderful enough... Truly true! Especially that watermelon-like protrusion at the front and the peach-like protrusion at the back. Sigh, don't even mention the allure!

”Why are you laughing so much? Have you slacked off again? Let me see how much water you've picked up... ” The old monk Wu Chen glanced over.

Lin Kong's nickname was Lin Kong. He started with the word 'no',” no ”,” no ”,” no ”,” no ”, and so on. Below that were the word 'yes',” yes ”,” yes ”,” yes ”,” yes ”,” no ”,” no ”,” no ”…

Lin Kong was an orphan, and was already thrown at the White Horse Temple entrance while still in his infancy. Other than a longevity lock with the word ”Lin Kong” carved on it, he had nothing else on him, the old monk looked pitiful, then he adopted him and became a closed disciple, giving him a title that was not empty. He hoped that he would not ”stay in the past” and not ”stay empty” in the future.

However, the old monk never expected that Lin Kong would actually give him another meaning — six of them were not clean, four were not empty!

Sneaking around, playing tricks, sneaking around, sneaking down the mountain to drink and eat meat, everything was forbidden by the law. This brat practically broke all of those rules …

In short, the old monk was thoroughly troubled by this bad disciple and wished that he could have kicked him into the ditch that year!

However, this weirdo had amazing talent for martial arts. Any martial arts technique could be mastered after just a few times, and even the few profound and obscure absolute arts that were stored in the temple were refined to perfection by him. One had to know that even the old monk himself found it hard to advance in the Muscle Altering Scripture.

The high monks from White Horse Temple sometimes felt stifled just thinking about it.

Therefore, Wu Chen could only turn a blind eye to the old monk. Other than going through the routine of facing the wall to think, he also left the rest of the things to him. Not to mention opening the temple, even if Lin Kong suddenly had the urge to leave something behind, the old monk could only pretend that he did not see anything.

The old monk knew that Lin Kong must have been lazy as he avoided Lin Kong's gaze. He walked closer to take a look and almost vomited blood in anger. The four buckets were completely empty without a single drop of water.

”Not empty, you lazy bastard! ”You …” How could Wu Chen maintain his demeanor as a monk at this moment? He pointed at Lin Kong and started cursing loudly.

”Calm down, Master, you have to keep your egg set when you go out.” ”It's like this. I was picking water, but who knew that halfway through, I found a small tadpole in the bucket. Master often taught us that saving a person's life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. I thought that although the small tadpole is small, it's still a half-level pagoda, so I poured all the water back in …”

As Lin Kong spoke, he innocently lowered his head. If he wasn't familiar with this guy's personality, Wu Chen would have thought that he was blaming him.

”Is what you little Martial Uncle said true?” The old monk looked at the third generation disciples beside him. This group of ”capable” younger generation monks was often bullied by Lin Kong. They had already gritted their teeth in hatred, but they did not dare to show it, so they could only bitterly nod in agreement.

There was no helping it, who told Lin Kong to not only have a higher position in White Horse Temple, but also have a stronger fist!

Seeing that he could not get anything out of him, the old monk could only shake his head and give up. He gave his inferior disciple a warning look before turning around and walking away.

Having avoided a disaster, Lin Kong patted his chest exaggeratedly. Just as he was about to praise the ”sensible” martial uncles, Wu Chen's order came from afar: ”Practice more Loongyin Golden Bell Shield tonight, you are not allowed to sleep.”

”F * ck!” Old fellow, do you have to be so ruthless? ”

Lin Kong complained incessantly. The training of the Golden Bell Cover was the most torturous. Just the training of the external muscles and bones required thousands of times of slaps. Who could bear a night of not sleeping and being beaten?

After the rest of the group had walked away gloating, Lin Kong fiercely cursed a few times and kicked the bucket away, ”You want to mess with me? None at all! ”Young Master won't go back to the temple tonight. At most, he'll sleep on the mountain …”

”Right,” Lin Kong's eyes lit up, ”Go and get some more game. After a few months of not eating meat, his mouth has already become empty. It would be great if he could get some wine down the mountain.