Chapter 30: Where did the African old black come from...

After entering the house, Wukong saw a monk sitting cross-legged on the cushion in the middle of the house. There was no way. This Master Jiumoci was so unique and too eye-catching. Wukong believed that no matter where he sat, he would be as dazzling as a fireflies in the night. Well, the real night is exceptional!

But now the room is brightly lit, so the moment Wukong, Huikong and HP saw Master Jiumoci, they were all deeply shocked!

Wukong stretched out his hand and rubbed his eyes. He felt that he could not believe the scene he saw!

Unlike the Tubo national master Jiumozhi who was dressed in the middle of the Tianlong Ba Tribe, who was full of spirit and bright jewelry and jade, who naturally shone with bright brilliance, the master Jiumoci in Qiling Temple in front of him was actually an African old black man who was like a fake one!

That's right, Master Jiumoci's skin is dark, and the adjectives in the novel are like ebony, and he is holding a string of black rosary in his hand. Well, to be honest, Wukong thinks that the rosary is a little whiter than his skin! The most exaggerated thing is that this monk Master Jiumoci is not bald, and there are still tufts of curly hair on his head!

I'm sorry! The big curly hair on your head means Godly Ma. Do you think you're the Buddha if you leave a curly hair? You don't think about it. Who has ever seen a Buddha with black skin these days?

"Who is the new temple master of this sect, Monk Wukong?"

Just when Wukong and the other three were stunned, they saw the African old master Jiumoci showing a kind smile, "The old monk once heard that the new temple master, Monk Wukong, was a genius. He realized his previous life and was known as a little monk in Huangmei, so he rushed back to greet him!"

I have to say that it is really inconsistent for Wukong to watch an African old man greet you in skillful Chinese and can also use various idioms!

As an African black uncle, shouldn't you say something like wow, ah, ah, ala, or something? Damn, you can speak idioms with skin and appearance. What a genius like me, who is so stunning and has no one in a thousand, and how can the awesome time traveler feel?

"Master, are you the Master Jiumoci, the prison temple of Qiling Temple?" Just as Wukong was struggling, Huikong had already started acting seriously, "I...ah!"

Before Huikong could finish his words, he saw HP standing next to Huikong raise his foot and put it on his toes!

"I'm talking about this black monk..." Wukong looked at Jiumoci with a look of looking at an orangutan in the zoo, "You are really like a kiln, and you build coal. I guess you're making a living by brushing charcoal here, why are you so black..."

"You are bold!" Fahai, who was following the side, jumped out, "He was so rude to my master!"

"Don't talk casually," Wukong shouted, "Get me back out my robes..."

"Casso? What casso!" After hearing Wukong's words, let alone Fahai and Jiumoci, even Huikong and HP who were standing beside Wukong were a little silly. What line are these? How come they are different from what they had just discussed?

"Oh, by the way, Tang Monk is now taking his cassock to Southeast Asia!" Wukong showed an expression of sudden enlightenment, "Sorry, I'm too immersed in the show! But I said that Master Jiumoci, if you want to play the role of the Black Wind King, you really don't need to put on makeup! How about it, are you interested in developing into the entertainment industry!"

Even if this old African monk, Jimoci, was extremely awesome, had no resistance to the god-like development of Wukong, and could only smile awkwardly! "The old monk doesn't know what King Black Wind is. Could it be that this person looks very similar to the old monk?"

"Well, there are differences in appearance!" Wukong touched his chin with his hand, "If there is no difference, then Black Monk, your life will be over, but looking at your appearance, it should be as dark as him!"

"If the old monk is like him, then he will be finished?" The African old man named Jiumo nodded thoughtfully, "Is it just Confucius and Yang Hu? Could it be that this Black Wind King is a wanted bandit and gangster?"

Well, it seems that the monsters in Journey to the West are all the ones who occupy the mountain as the king, so it should not be an exaggeration to say that bandits are!

"It's almost the same!" Wukong replied vaguely. "But it is said that he later changed his career to guard the house!"

"Putting down the butcher's knife and becoming a Buddha immediately means that this Black Wind King is still very intelligent!" Jiumoci said seriously!

That's right, that bear is indeed very wise. If he doesn't have wise, then Sister Guanyin probably won't like him anymore. Which book is the title of the book? By the way, Sister Guanyin's bear at home! That's right, it's this, well, this taboo love between gods and beasts, it's very heavy!

But when it comes to Sister Guanyin, it seems that Guanyin is not her sister now. After discovering that after so many years of undercover in the monk temple, Guanyin is definitely still a brother with a mustache! Well, brother, the bear in Brother Guanyin’s family, um, hahahaha, this idea is really evil!

Jiumoci suddenly realized that he could not see through the nonsense little monk in front of him at all, and even didn't understand the meaning of the few words he said!

However, there is one thing that Master Jiumoci is sure of. What this little monk must have had other meanings. This can be seen from what he talks to himself while thinking about something! And he seems to be smiling now, but how come he looks at this smile doesn’t seem to be thinking about good things?

Could it be that the little monk from Zen sect came to Yangzhou for me?

"I dare to ask the two little masters, who are you the temple master, Monk Wukong?" Seeing that Wukong did not say a word, and stood there with an evil smile, he looked like he was wandering around the sky, so he asked again!

After hearing this, Huikong and HP, who were standing aside, were about to burst into tears. It was not easy. After talking for so long, the lines finally came back!

"Little one..." Huikong began to continue performing. Of course, he was still interrupted by HP's kicking skills before he finished speaking. Then he saw HP pointing at Wukong with his finger, "Best monk, this little master is Wukong, the personal disciple of Master Daoxin!"

"Yeah, that's right!" Huikong also seemed to react and pointed at Wukong with his fingers, "He is Wukong. My name is Huikong. This is Xiaoniao's senior brother..."

"Uncle Master!" HP answered calmly.

"Yes, it's my uncle, my name is HP!" Huikong continued quickly!

"Puxi!" HP continued to correct it in a calm tone!

"Yes, Puhui, Puhui..." Huikong looked very uncomfortable and pointed at HP and introduced to Jiumoci, "This is my uncle, Puhui monk!"

After Huikong had fully introduced it, the African black master Jiumoci calmly folded his hands and bowed slightly. "Everyone, the old monk is polite!"

“…”

Then, well, then there was no such thing. Master Jiumoci, who had closed his head and lowered his head, waited for almost half a minute, but did not wait for the natural words, "We have returned the favor!"

Then Master Jiumoci looked up and saw the face of the monk Wukong standing in front of him smiling! And the remaining little monk Huikong was secretly kicking the monk Wukong underneath, but it seemed that he had no reaction!

After seeing him look up, he saw the little monk Huikong smiled awkwardly at him, and then said to the monk around him who didn’t know whether he was called HP or Puhui, “Uncle Master, please give me some Hui…Uncle Wukong!”

Then Jiumoci saw the big monk stretching out his feet without hesitation and approaching the new temple master, Monk Wukong, the butt! After a bang, he saw that the little monk Wukong was sent to the place in front of him by this kick.

Before Master Jiumoci could react to such serious behavior, he saw the kicked monk Wukong brushing it and danced a flower in the air with the Zen stick in his hand. "No, someone sneak attacks, protect my seventh uncle!"

Before Master Jiumoci could understand what this so-called Seventh Uncle was, he saw a black thing suddenly appear in front of him. Then he felt a shock on his face, and then he fell backwards involuntarily. After he fell to the ground, he felt a burst of pain coming from his face!

Slap! Thieves skill, use stick-like objects to hit the target's head, causing damage to cause the target to become dizzy and negative!

"Ah!" Fahai, who was standing on the side, saw that Jiumoci was kicked at Wukong, and then he was at a loss. When he was waving randomly, he swung a Zen stick on his face and fell to the ground. He screamed and rushed forward, "Master, how are you doing, Master?"

Although he was indeed very sincere in his shouting, to be honest, Master Jiumoci is now dizzy, weak limbs and blood in his nose, and he doesn't even bother to answer him!

"You damn little bald donkey!" Monk Fahai turned his head and looked at Wukong with an angry look, "Look at what you did?"

"What did I do?" Wukong's eyes showed a blank look, "What's there? Well, where am I? Ah! I'm lost my memory and can't remember anything!"

"What are you talking nonsense!" Fahai almost couldn't help but want to go up and punch the little bastard monk in the face, "You just injured my master..."

"Look..." Wukong suddenly pointed his hand behind Fahai, and said in a tone that was extremely surprised, "There is a handheld!"

Monk Fahai, who had never experienced this kind of scam, couldn't help but turn his head and glance behind him, Well, there was nothing on the wall, nothing on the ground, and the roof... Wait, what was that bastard monk doing?

Just when Monk Fahai turned his head to the direction where Wukong and the others were, he was surprised to find that just as he turned his head, the shameless little monk had already stood back to his original position seriously, and he didn't know where the Zen room he had been holding in his hand.

Just as he turned his head and looked over, the shameless little monk actually leaned his head slightly and made a very concerned attitude, "I'm talking about Fahai, what's wrong with Master Jiumoci? He fell down for no reason!"

At this moment, Master Fahai sincerely knelt down to the shameless little monk in front of him!

How thick-skinned it is necessary to say why you fell down for no reason in front of the person you were knocked down without changing your face!

You fell down for no reason, and your whole family fell down for no reason!

"Let me do this, I am a little familiar with medical skills, so let me help you see what this African old black... is like!" Wukong had a professional smile on his face, and then walked up.

"Get out!" Fahai replied without hesitation, "No need for you, a shameless little bald donkey, pretending to be a good person!"

"Dare you dare to scold me?" Wukong stopped and looked at Fahai with a serious face.

"Little bald donkey, so what if I scold you, Lord Buddha?" Fahai stared at Wukong fiercely, "Lord Buddha, I still want to hit you!"

"It's okay!" Wukong waved his hand and showed a professional smile on his face again. "Although you scolded me, I'm not angry, because I have always been called a young man with virtue, and I can't give in to you the most gentle, gentle, humble and respectful!"

Are you gentle and gentle? Fahai really feels that when he sees this little bald donkey, he will not be angry. If you are gentle and gentle, there will be no bad people in this world!

At this moment, after hearing Master Jiumoci on the ground shook his head, he seemed to wake up from the scoundrel that was rushing into Wukong! "I... just now... where is this?"

Hey! This African old man won’t lose his memory, right?

Before Fahai could speak, he saw Wukong rushed up at lightning speed and said to Jiumoci, "I, on behalf of the people of the earth, I welcome you to the earth, Mars Laohei!"

Master Jiumoci, the old African old man, blinked and looked at Wukong who came to him seriously. "Master Wukong, what do you mean by this sentence? The old monk didn't understand!"

It's right that you don't understand!

"Come on, Master Jiumoci, please see what this is?" Wukong raised a finger and shook it at Jiumoci.

"one!"

"Where is this?" Wukong raised his two fingers and then shook it!

"two!"

"What about this time?" Wukong stretched out three fingers, and then changed to the whole slap before Jiumoci spoke!

"three……"

"It's a bad dish!" Wukong turned his head and said to Fahai very seriously, "It seems that Master Jiumoci is no longer aware of it!"

A murderous aura flashed across Jiumoci's black face, and then said to Wukong word by word, "Mr. Wukong, the old monk is very good, I don't know how to count!"

"Just recognize numbers, just recognize numbers!" Wukong said this, but his eyes showed a comforting patient look. "Master, as long as you pay attention to your cultivation in the future, you will definitely get better. If you speak more of the number blind in the Tang Dynasty, even if the master really becomes a number blind, it will not be embarrassing. We are monks, it is useless to know numbers..."

"The old monk said, I didn't know how to count!" Jiumoci struggled and sat up from the ground, "It's not a counting blind!"

"Okay, OK, I know you are not, Master!" Wukong then replied, "Definitely no, absolutely not, who said you are a counting blind man, who am I in a hurry!"

As he said that, Wukong turned his head and said to Huikong and HP, "You two, remember that the old African... Master Jiumoci is definitely not a counting blind man, he knows how to count!"

"Yes!" The two people immediately agreed, "We remember!"

Jiumoci almost felt that he was about to vomit blood! If you say that, who would think you were telling the truth?

"That, Master Jiumoci!" Wukong continued, "I think you are in poor health now. Otherwise, we will cancel the bilateral talks between the Qiling Temple master and the Qiling Temple leader and the Qiling Temple leader today, how about we cancel the bilateral talks between you, the master of the Qiling Temple, today?"

Before the Master Jiumoci could speak, Wukong and Huikong had already bowed neatly, "Since the monk is in good health, I will come to visit again next time and say goodbye!"

Then, Fahai and Jiumoci saw Wukong and the others bowed, turned around and walked outside. The shameless little monk Wukong waved his hand while walking, "Master, don't give it to you, really don't need to give it to you..."

Before the black monk Jiumoci and Fahai could react, Wukong and the others had disappeared from the Zen room. Following a series of rapid footsteps, when they came to their senses, Wukong and the others had disappeared without a trace!

"This damn little bald donkey!" Fa Hai hated his teeth and found a cloth towel from the side in a hurry. After wet it with water, he wiped it on Jiumoci's face, "No etiquette, no shame, no morality... It's really hateful! Master, we can't let him go like this!"

"You are wrong, Fahai!" Jiumoci remained motionless and let Fahai wipe the blood on his face and body. "This little monk was testing the old monk from the beginning!"

"Test you?" Fahai's hand stopped, "Did he find something?"

"Of course, if he didn't find out, how could he call the old monk the King of Black Wind!" A murderous aura flashed across Jiumoci's black face again, "Think about it, King of Black Wind, Black Wind...Fahai, do you understand?"

"Oh!" Monk Fahai showed a sudden look of enlightenment, "That's right, that's it. Master, you are really wise and wise. You can see through it in one go. If you don't say it, I won't hear it. Then he said he hit you on purpose just now?"

"I guess I want to see if the old monk is martial!" Jiumoci looked calm, "If the old monk could dodge this stick in the situation just now, then it would be very sure!"

"So, Master, you didn't even flash in order to prevent him from discovering it!" Fahai was really impressed by Jiumoci at this moment. "I didn't expect that in such a short time, Master, you could actually think of so many things and be able to sit in place and be hit by the little bald donkey. Master, you are so amazing!"

ps: I agreed to the fourth update, but Fengbiao fell asleep in front of the computer while calculating. Now I woke up and found that there was still one update that I had not written. Well, I shamelessly broke my promise once again, and the two updates I made up for tomorrow... Well, it's not tomorrow, but today Fengbiao will update after he comes back from get off work!

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Chapter completed!