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Grand Master saw that Wu Chen was angry and knew he would not let Lin Kong off easily, so she just snorted and left with Jing Yun and the nun.
White Horse Temple, Discipline Academy.
At this moment, the mountain gate was tightly shut, and all the guests were invited out. Lin Kong was escorted out of the mountain, kneeling in front of the Buddha's body, waiting for the abbot and many elders to punish him.
Wu Chen was wearing a monastic robe and his hands were holding a buddhist pearl. His face was as heavy as water.
”Evil creature, I will give you two paths. You can either start to meditate at the back of the mountain for three years, or you can scram down the mountain and never come back. I will treat you as my disciple!”
When he said this, the old monk's withered hands were trembling. He looked at Lin Kong with a complicated expression, like a strict father who hated not being able to meet his expectations. At the same time, a trace of hidden guilt appeared in his eyes.
”I say, old fellow, I was the one who made a mistake. Why are you shivering?” Lin Kong was obviously still drunk and had a face of surprise.
Wu Chen was almost angered out of his brain and finally shouted coldly, ”Choose quickly.”
”Pfft, I'll choose then. Who's afraid of who? Young Master would rather go down the mountain than face the wall, but I can still go back to White Horse Temple. I can recognize you if I want to, no one can stop me! It's none of your business! ” Lin Kong only hesitated for a moment before laughing loudly. He took off his monastic robe and walked towards the outside of the hall in large strides. The afterglow of the setting sun shone on his body, giving him an unrestrained and heroic appearance for a time.
Behind him, a group of elders and disciples looked at each other. The White Horse Temple had thousands of years of heritage, yet a weirdo like Lin Kong had appeared.
”Once the meat and the wine has pierced the intestines and the Buddha sits on the ground, so what if he eats and recites? Wrong! Wrong! Wrong! Laughing out loud and slamming the door, today you know that I am me! ” Lin Kong was extremely excited. His back looked so elegant and relaxed. Unfortunately, after taking off his monastic robe, only his underpants were left, which made him seem like he had lost his mind.
The buddhist beads in Wu Chen's hand spun faster and faster. He opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but in the end, it turned into a long sigh.
Forget it, it's time for this brat to go out and challenge the world. After all, the bloodlines of that place do not belong to the small world known as White Horse Temple …
That night, the silver moon hung high in the sky, and the cold wind blew gently.
Within the meditation room, the window was still open. Suddenly, a black shadow slipped out of the window and slipped into the room. He even looked at the bed with guilt. Wu Chen was sleeping with his clothes on.
The black shadow seemed to be very familiar with the furnishings in the room. With a few steps, it arrived in front of the bookcase where there was a pile of scriptures and some miscellaneous items.
”Hmph, old man, you are good at scheming, and you still want to make Young Master go down the mountain. How can I let you off so easily? How can I go out and be so carefree without money …” The black shadow muttered as it tore off the cloth covering its face. It was actually Lin Kong, who had broken the door earlier in the day. This fellow had actually turned around and attacked!
His White Horse Temple was flourishing with vigor, and his income was abundant. All these years, Wu Chen had saved a lot of money, and sure enough, when Lin Kong opened the chest and saw the dozens of neat piles of old heads, without saying a word, he directly took out his knitting bag and gave them all away.
In the end, this fellow seemed to have found out his conscience and left behind all his change. At least he should buy some lamp oil for the old monk. However, at this time, Lin Kong's eyes lit up. There was an ancient sheepskin book pressed down at the bottom of the box. It seemed to be quite precious, with the words ”The Art of Joyous Zen” written on it.
”Joy Zen Art?” Was there such a skill in the Buddhist Sangha? ”Could it be a Zen secret scripture?” Lin Kong was suspicious, but since this secret manual was placed with money, then it must be regarded as life by the old monk. Therefore, he didn't hesitate and directly packed it away and prepared to study it later.
Just as he reached the window, he suddenly stopped and turned back, sneaking to the bedside. Just when Wu Chen's eyelids twitched slightly, thinking that this guy was going to hit him ruthlessly, Lin Kong suddenly knelt down and kowtowed three times in silence.
”Master, I know that you cherish me and protect me for my own good, but this disciple's life is unclear, and I'm worried about you, so I really can't stand these days of eating at home. I don't want to be a monk, I want to find those two people and ask them why they abandoned me that time!”
”Master, you will always be my master, and White Horse Temple will always be my home. When I'm gone, please take care.” Lin Kong's voice was as low as a mosquito's. Finally, he slowly stood up and floated away.
Under the moonlight, a drop of water was dripping onto the windowsill. It was unknown if it was the dew from the frost, or something else …
On the second day, with a passion that he had been holding in for more than twenty years, Lin Kong finally rushed out of the White Horse Temple cage, stepped onto the train heading south, and headed straight for the Eastern Divine Region's Pearl City, which was known as the Pearl of Ming.
The reason why he chose Pearl City was because the old monk had once said that Lin Kong's ancestral land was somewhere in the south of the river.
However, even if there was only a one in a million chance of that happening, Lin Kong still wanted to try.
Of course, the already vulgar Master Lin Kong would never admit that the legendary Jiang Nan's beauties were like the clouds in the sky …