Evil Master

Early in the summer morning, a ray of sunlight passed through the dense foliage and shone on the ground, forming a mottled shadow. Occasionally, the dew on the leaves would reflect rainbow-colored light.

On the pathway of the Ku Chan Temple stone steps, a sixteen or seventeen year old youth lifted both his hands horizontally. He carried two large wooden buckets that did not match his physique. These were conical, pointed bottoms that were filled with water.

The youth walked as if he was flying, but the water inside did not spill in the slightest. His black agate like eyes revealed a confident expression.

There were two buddhist beads on the youth's neck, shiny and oily, and there was a Pendant that was tied together with a red string inside the monastic robe. The Pendant's design was a roaring tiger, and even the tiger's bright eyes looked extremely lifelike.

The young man walked into the Ku Chan Temple. Passing by the front courtyard, he saw quite a few monks who had just woken up to do their homework. Some of them were holding brooms to clean the fallen leaves on the ground while others were carefully wiping the dust off the Buddha statues.

When they saw the young men standing with one palm in front of their chests, they respectfully said that it was good to meet Martial Uncle, or the people of lower status would call them Grand Martial Uncle.

The youngsters nodded one by one and went to the backyard. There was no noise coming from the front yard. There was a monk dozing by the octagonal arch, his face full of stubble.

"Jingsi!"

The youth came up to the monk and shouted loudly.

The monk was suddenly awoken, and hurriedly put the baton in his hand back in place. Upon closer inspection, it was a young man who hurriedly bowed and said, "Good morning, Martial Uncle."

The young man chuckled and walked into the backyard. He crossed the bridge and looked down at the clear water. The fish swam back and forth inside, washing the pebbles clean and round.

The teenager did not stay long. He went to the kitchen at the back and poured two buckets of water into the large vat. Looking at the eight water vats, he smiled and gently wiped the sweat from his forehead.

This youth was Duan Hong.

He had already been in the Ku Chan Temple for a whole four years.

Following the Master KU Cao to appreciate, brew and learn from the Eater Sect; for the past four years, be it Zen, Wine Sect or Eater Sect, they had not mastered any of them, and could only understand a little.

was most excited when he learned kung fu from them every night. He had already completely mastered the 24 paths of simple and easy ways to learn, and he had also gained some rewards from training. The worst were the hardest Diamond Protective Genuine Qi s and Lotus Codex, which were still stuck at the initial stage.

It was time for Duan Hong to follow Master of Withering Roots and learn how to eat. Last night, Junior Brother Warmth had stealthily roasted and eaten the Hundred Years Cold Ginseng he had found after three years of searching for it.

Seeing that the root was still sleeping soundly, Duan Hong sneakily took two rolls of vegetable cakes and ran out of the kitchen. He directly went to the confined cave and secretly called out, "Junior Apprentice Brother Appreciating Heat, Junior Apprentice Brother Apprentice Brother Appreciating Heat.

There was only a square meter of space inside, and he couldn't stand or lie down. He could only sit there, and there were only two black holes in his body every day. Within the Ku Chan Temple, if a monk broke the rules, he would be locked inside.

He stuck his head out from under two dark circles under his eyes and was extremely happy to see that it was Duan Hong. "Senior Brother."

Duan Hong handed over the plate cake and accepted it. His eyes reddened and he began to sob.

Duan Hong exclaimed, "Junior Brother, why are you crying?"

This was not the first time he had been confined by this place. There were times in the past four years that he had been locked up, big and small, but every time, he would be completely unconcerned.

Duan Hong said: "Junior Brother, why didn't you see this birthmark before? He looks like a dragon swimming around his body, a fierce tiger descending from the mountains, truly majestic."

Realizing that he had lost his mind, he quickly pulled up his pants and threw out a black snake from the hole.

Duan Hong hurriedly dodged to the side, dodging the black snake. Lowering his head to look, he saw bite marks all over the black snake's body. Its two snake eyes bulged out as it said, "Junior Brother, you're very lucky.

I'll return it a hundred times with a bite. Isn't that what you said, right now? My heart is beating faster, my whole body is cold, and my head is slightly sunken. The venom is attacking my heart, it seems like I won't be able to live long. Last time, your eyes suddenly reddened, and your strength increased by more than ten times. What exactly was going on? "

Duan Hong said in surprise, "Is there a —? I thought that Second Master saw you drinking his autumn dew in secret and was angry enough to hit you. "

Duan Hong was not in a hurry to understand what kind of snake poison it was. His life force was a hundred times stronger than that of cockroaches, and the two Monk s, Withered Grass and Withered Root, hated that they couldn't get the heat of the day for three hundred and eighty days. Each time they were beaten into a pig's head, but it would only take two days for their injuries to heal.

< p > Snake venom?

Last time, Duan Hong, Withered Grass and Enlightened Heat went to the Mang Mountain to collect clean water, and Enlightened Heat gave a Iron Head Snake a bite to its lips. It turned into two fat intestines on the spot, and in less than a week, it was already done.

Branded iron head's poison was ranked third in the world's snake venom rankings. A single adult snake tooth could kill an entire platoon of soldiers with its venom.

Duan Hong replied: "Comprehension heat, your body is a fire, but after eating Third Master's Hundred Year Cold Ginseng, you feel dizzy and cold, which might be a side effect."

You didn't eat? It was as if you ate more than I did. I only drank a few mouthfuls of soup and you're in confinement. For the past four years, I was the one who made the mistake of making a mistake. "Then what about the black tooth mark behind me?

Duan Hong sneered and said: "Those are hemorrhoids —, stop bullshitting. I should go into the city to buy rice."

With that, he stood up and left.

Duan Hong was originally a kind and simple child in the bottom of his heart. Ever since he entered the Ku Chan Temple, he had been with his three playful and disrespectful masters, and with the help of a junior brother who did not leave his side, the so-called "near and near" person would become the dark person, and his temperament would gradually change.

As time passed, he became more and more aware of how sensitive he was and how others viewed him.

Arriving at the meditation room, he saw Deadwood sitting on a prayer mat. His two white eyebrows were like willow branches drooping to his chin, and the wrinkles on his face were like blooming chrysanthemums.

< p > "First Master."

Duan Hong clasped his hands together.

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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