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Wu Kong, did you finish today's morning class?

Wu Kong was Duan Hong's nickname.

Duan Hong nodded and said, ”Yes, disciple is preparing to buy some rice noodles in the market.”

Withered Wood's face twitched. He reluctantly stood up and walked over to the kang, pulling out a crumpled ten yuan note from his pillow. He handed it to Duan Hong and said, ”Wu Kong, save it.

Duan Hong took the money and thought: This parched old man is really stingy, how many meters is ten dollars enough to buy?

”Wu Kong, why aren't you leaving?”

Master — — money — — not enough.

Duan Hong replied truthfully.

Deadwood shook his head and sighed. He took off his monk's shoes and took out the dirty insole. He took out another ten yuan and passed it to Duan Hong with a fishy smell. ”Wu Kong, go.

Duan Hong held his breath, held onto a corner of the money, and quickly folded it with the ten yuan in his hand, before exiting the meditation room.

The Withering Zen Temple was an unknown temple outside of the city. It stood out because it didn't accept any incense money. All the other temples had merit boxes, but this one didn't.

This was the rule set down by the creator of the Ku Chan Temple, the nameless monk.

Until now, the monks had followed the tradition of going out to make friends with others, so money was very rare to them.

It was rumored that there was a famous advisor called Xu in the Xia Dynasty.

Xu was not only talented, but also proficient in astronomy and geography. Due to his meritorious service to Da Yu, Emperor Shun respected him and made him his Minister, and bestowed Wu Di upon Xu.

< p > From then on, Wu Zhong had a 'love story'.

It was called.

”Swish!”

The words were not easy to recognize, but in Wu Yu, ”Xu”

”Su!”

The two words were similar, so he called it 'Shu Xu'.

Then it gradually evolved into ”Shu”.

Got it.

The Withering Zen Temple was thirty kilometers southwest of the city. Duan Hong was dressed in casual attire, a purple T-shirt with the logo of Love on it, white jeans, and a pair of black sneakers.

This had something to do with the fact that he had spent many years with three old monks. The baptism of Zen Sect made him seem more mature than his peers.

He took the bus to Suzhou City. Actually, Duan Hong didn't have to go to Suzhou to buy rice, he could sell it to the village of White Sand, which was not far from the Ku Chan Temple. He had to go to Suzhou because he had secretly found a job to earn some extra money and prepared to interview her.

Twenty yuan could only be used as a fare, and in the past sixteen years, Duan Hong had never had anyone with more than fifty yuan on him.

At this moment, seeing the scenery outside the car disappear, Duan Hong's face became heavy, it was not as relaxed as when he was warming up the car.

Because he called home yesterday.

His eldest uncle, Duan Beiping, was paralyzed and all his family's income was spent on medical expenses, including the expenses for the demolition.

Duan Hong couldn't help but sink into his memories.

It was a hot summer's night, and thunder rumbled at night. Duan Hong resolutely carried his backpack and left the Duan Family Villa of living for ten years. With one walk, he left for six years.

If the house had not been demolished, if the neighbors were not greedy, if he was not young, then the family would not have such a big change.

Seeing his father and uncle being crippled and injured, Duan Hong's young heart could no longer bear such a heavy injury. The night he left home, he decided not to learn anything and never to return home.

For the past six years, Duan Hong had only written a letter to his family members with the intention of hugging their safety, and had only called them yesterday.

Knowing that family life was difficult, Eldest Uncle didn't want to drag his family down and seek death three times.

Duan Hong's heart felt as though it had been twisted by a knife. The one who had left the deepest impression on him at a young age was his uncle Duan Beiping, and at the same time, the teacher who had enlightened him with his martial arts was also his uncle Duan Beiping!

That person looked like he had some money, and he gave Duan Hong a name card, saying that if he wanted to earn some money, he should give him a call.

Back then, Duan Hong did not lack money, and he lived a very happy life in the Ku Chan Temple, so he did not take it to heart.

He crazily found his business card and dialed. The person on the other end of the phone was even happier than Duan Hong.

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