After shouting three times, it was estimated that after Master Daoxin was awakened, Wukong immediately sneaked to HP's courtyard and other yard. After finishing the Yijin Jing activity, he had to go to bed after a breakfast. He was a developing little boy, so it was impossible to lack sleep.

The monks were eating meat in big mouthfuls, while the other monks were eating tofu. The ones who were on the turn were burning incense, and the ones who swept the floor were sweeping. The bells in Dalin Temple were roaring, and the cigarettes were bursting, and a harmonious and beautiful scene. The only thing that made everyone a little uncomfortable was that the expression of Master Daoxin who came out to have breakfast always made people feel indignant.

Just as Master Daoxin started looking for Wukong in the temple, Hong Lei walked out of the door of Huishengtang, the largest pharmacy shop in Jiujiang County. Hong Lei, who was already full of hope, was unanimously examined several famous doctors in the medicine shop. After all, they said they had no idea what kind of medicinal herbs Hong Lei used to make them. Hong Lei felt that he was about to collapse.

Hong Lei himself didn't know what was wrong with him. He felt that after he came out of the medicine shop, his mind was blank. When he felt something again, he was already drunk and fell to his residence in the Lu family's outer courtyard. After touching his chest with his hand, Hong Lei temporarily felt relieved, and the hard porcelain bottle was still there.

Before Hong Lei could wash his face, he thought carefully about what he should do next, and then he heard a creaking sound. Then the mission goal given to him by Wukong, Cui Yining, the manager of the outer courtyard, sneakily pushed the door and walked in. "Hong Lei, you are back. What did I tell you? How did you do?"

"Don't mention it," Hong Lei waved his hand and tried hard to make himself look impatient. "Those damn bald donkeys stared at the little bastard all day long. I have been sleeping in the open house with Dalin Temple for so many days. I didn't see any little bastard alone during the day and night. In the end, I really couldn't stand it anymore, so I went back to Jiujiang County to rest first."

"It should be, it should be." Cui Yining nodded repeatedly, "Hong Lei, you have been there for more than ten days. Thank you for your hard work. Look at you, there are scratches everywhere on your body."

"Oh, don't mention it." Hong Lei waved his hand sadly again, "Sleeping in the tree, I accidentally fell down."

"But Hong Lei, the eldest son asked me several times in the past ten days how things were going. I can't tell him that because there is a monk staring at me, we can't do it." Cui Yining owed his body in the direction of Hong Lei, and replied mysteriously, "Anyway, one sheep is driven, and two sheep are released. You can't even protect the monk at night..."

As he said that, Cui Yining stopped his mouth and used his hand to forcefully cut down gesture.

"What dream are you dreaming?" Thinking of the fact that he was offended these days, it was because of the idiot in front of him. Hong Lei almost slapped Cui Yining in the face. "Those monks are monks from Shaolin Temple, all of them are masters who can stand on their fists and run horses on their arms. You even asked me to do it. Do you believe it or not, you can do it all your Lu family."

"What do you want to do? Hong Lei, you must understand that if you can't handle this matter well, not only will you not get a penny of money, but you have offended our eldest son. You'd better consider it yourself."

"I want me to tell you." Hong Lei stared at Cui Yining, "Your eldest son is so powerful in Jiujiang, so he might as well spend money to hire hundreds of people. Then we took the night to take down Dalin Temple, and then we burned Dalin Temple with a torch, and then pushed the whole thing to Li Tang."

"This is not possible." Cui Yining waved his hands repeatedly, "You are a foreigner and don't know what Master Daoxin's reputation is in our Jiujiang. If we take people to burn Dalin Temple, if we make it clear at the beginning, at least one-third of the people will give up. Even if the remaining people barely reach the entrance of Dalin Temple, one-third of the people will turn against each other when they hear two bells. After Master Daoxin comes up with a Buddhist name, I am afraid that the remaining one-third will probably be rebelled. Then, during the day of the next day, two-thirds of the people in Jiujiang City will come to burn our Lu family's house first."

"If it doesn't work, what do you think?"

"You still have to worry about watching and take advantage of the opportunity to take action when a little bastard is alone or there is no monk in front of you, so that you won't implicate our Lu family."

Hong Lei stared at Cui Yining tightly. Yes, this would not affect your Lu family, but it would definitely affect me. Then he squeezed out a few words from his teeth one by one, "But if that's the case, I can't guarantee how long it will take to get rid of any little bastard."

"It's okay," Cui Yining waved his hand generously, "Anyway, the eldest son has no limit on the time."

Fuck your mother! Hong Lei cursed viciously in his heart, "You bastard, you guy, just now, what did you say, the eldest son asked you more than ten times, but there is no limit on the time now. Well, since you bastard is unkind first, don't blame me for being unrighteous."

"Manager Cui, do you have time to go to Zuichunlou to have a drink in the evening? I'll be the host..."

As the days passed day by day, the Dalin Temple gradually became familiar with the existence of Wukong.

For Puhui, Wukong is a very insightful person, and is a bit lazy, who is very suitable for learning Zen martial arts. For Master Daoxin, Wukong is a disciple who is born with wisdom and can even talk to the same conversation. For other monks of Dalin Temple, Wukong is a cute and polite little novice.

For these little novice monks in Dalin Temple, Wukong is simply a radio that can walk on the stage.

"That's right, my first ancestor of Zen, Master Bodhidharma, raised his left palm and shouted, "Bold monster, look at my tathagata's magic palm." It was said at a time. At that time, I saw the Buddha's light shaking the heaven and earth, and the palm prints were regretting the world. After the centipede spirit fell into Master Bodhidharma's palm, he immediately flew backwards five feet away, spitting blood..."

"The Patriarch Bodhidharma is so amazing!"

"I also want to learn the Tathagata's magic palm. Master Wukong, do you think Master Puhui and others have the Tathagata's magic palm?"

Wukong stood on a low wall in front of Xiangjiu's kitchen and made a middle-point upward gesture to the little novice monks who dared to chatter and question their thoughts.

"So I said you are the Bangmao and you still don't admit it. Think about it carefully, Brother HP is not one of the ten outstanding monks of Shaolin Temple. He has inherited all the martial arts foundations of Master Bodhidharma, the first ancestor of Zen Buddhism. Although this Tathagata Divine Palm is the highest skill of Master Bodhidharma, is it possible that Brother HP can't do it?"

"Why did Senior Brother HP say he can't do it when we asked?"

"Nonsense, you guys who don't even learn how to climb, but want to fly. How can you? You must know that in general, you must have a solid foundation in all the best martial arts. You must first learn to climb, then learn to walk, and gradually run, and you can run, and then we will discuss the issue of flying when you can run. Brother HP won't tell you, it's because your martial arts is not enough yet!"

"How could you know Master Wukong? Is your martial arts class enough?"

"It's more than that." Wukong raised his hands and made a long roar towards the sky. "I have opened up the Ren and Du meridians, and have martial arts, chasing the innate powers. Of course, it's different from you useless people. If you don't believe it, let's go together, let's see how I beat you to the fallen water."

"We are not stupid when we fight you. Forget it, let's continue practicing." Several little novice monks stretched out their middle fingers at Goku, made a gesture of contempt, and then scattered.

Wukong also gestured at the little shaman's middle fingers, took a long breath, and then jumped lazily from the low wall.

After talking to Master Daoxin once, Wukong, who had completely let go of psychological pressure, completely integrated into this society 1,500 years ago. Although there was no TV, movie, computer, Internet, and toilet. Basically, there was nothing compared to the previous life, there was one thing that I had never had in my previous life.

A relaxed and relaxed mind without bearing any heavy goals!

With this, even the dullest life is easy and comfortable for Wukong. For example, practicing Shaolin’s unique skills, chatting easily with Zen Master Daoxin, telling stories to the little novice monks if you are bored, and if you are caught by Daoxin or HP, it is called helping them establish a good view of learning.
Chapter completed!