Amidst the drifting clouds, a certain Ye Zichen was complaining.
"Why are you meddling? If something were to happen, wouldn't this Pavilion Lord be making a loss? "
"Hehe, I'm not stupid. I'm paying attention." The strange beast giggled. "How delightful!"
"Yes …"
A certain Daoist Master Ye heaved a long sigh, his face full of comfort. "Understanding the affairs of the world is cultivation. Understanding one's thoughts is a resource!"
The strange beast swung its tail. "You took advantage of the situation. But you also cut off part of the karma for him. It won't hinder the road ahead, right? "
"Heh." A certain Daoist Master Ye flicked his finger, and a piercing light pierced through the sky. The floating clouds scattered. "Some burden is a mountain to him, but it's a speck of dust to me!"
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…
Fierce winds and torrential rain hit the banana leaves. What was the meaning of this?
The thug who committed the crime left.
Jiang Wang took a while to adjust his chaotic Dao essence.
After being beaten by Ku Jue twice in a row, he was so angry that his teeth itched.
The first time he was beaten, he wanted to relieve the old monk's resentment for failing to take him in as a disciple. But this resentment lasted for too long. Why did he beat him again and again? Was he addicted to beating him?
How could Jiang Wang face others after being beaten like this every few days? How could he hold his head high in front of his younger sister?
But as for how to take revenge on Ku Jue … he couldn't do it. After all, Ku Jue really did save his life and was an elder.
And he couldn't beat him …
"You can't blame me, Jingli." He finally gritted his teeth and said, "If you want to blame someone, blame your master!"
How Ku Jue beat him today, he would return it to Ku Jue's precious disciple. He would make Ku Jue anxious and angry, and make this yellow-faced old monk stare at him.
"… Forget it."
After fantasizing for a while, Jiang Wang finally sighed. He picked up the mask that had been knocked off and slowly put it back on. "Taking out my anger on others isn't the conduct of a hero. I'd better cultivate properly and make this old monk unable to beat me sooner. That's the right thing to do. "
The State of Yong was northwest of the Yun State. A long river passed through the territory of Hechang Prefecture.
Jiang Wang controlled his Dao Energy to move around the parts of his body that had been beaten up, soothing the pain as he walked forward.
"But … why do I feel like there was more than one person who hit me just now?"
"Was there a cleansing gift or not … It was too chaotic, so I didn't notice. Jingli looks so innocent. He can't be that bad, right? "
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…
Monk Jing Li, who was being nagged, was currently crying.
He knelt on the ground. His clean and starched robes were stained with blood.
Her clean eyebrows wrinkled into a ball, and she began to sob.
In the light from the window, his eyes were pure and clear.
In front of him was a haggard old monk with a yellow face. His eyes were closed and he was motionless.
Not long after.
"Cry, cry, cry, what are you crying for!" The yellow-faced old monk opened his eyes and scolded, "Are you crying at a funeral?!"
"Sob sob sob … But Master, you …" Jing Li cried until he was out of breath. "Your injuries are so serious …"
This was a small, shabby temple that stood on a bare mountain.
There was nothing to shield them from the wind, and the wind blew to and fro.
There were only two rooms in the temple, and they were divided into the front and back halls.
The front hall was the place of worship, but there was only one wooden statue. It was unknown which Buddha was carved on it because it did not have a face. It was unknown whether it was not carved in the beginning, or it had become blurry over the years. In any case, it was worshipped there.
This faceless Buddha naturally did not have many incense offerings. The offering plate in front of the Buddha statue was already empty. Even a mouse could not chew on any crumbs.
The back hall was where the monks lived.
There was only one bed in the room. Kujue was lying on the bed, so Jing Li could only sit on the ground.
Kujue risked his injuries to forcefully charge against the heavenly wind. Before he had time to rest, he engaged in an intense battle with the high-spirited Zhuang Gaoxian above the long river.
Although he was not at a disadvantage during the battle, his injuries worsened after he left the battle.
That alone was not a big deal.
After that, he pretended to be dead to trick Jiang Wang into shaving his head. Jiang Wang was determined not to become a monk and refused to agree no matter what. In a fit of anger, he stood up and beat him violently. After his resentment dissipated, he left in a carefree manner. He returned to the Xuankong Temple to deal with his own troublesome matters.
Unfortunately, on the way back to the Xuankong Temple, he happened to meet his old rival.
When his old rival saw that he was injured, how could he not chase after him and beat him up?
This battle was extremely tragic. It was only because the old monk was cunning and had many tricks up his sleeve that he was able to find an opportunity to escape back to the Xuankong Temple's territory.
At this point, his injuries were very serious.
Of course, from the way he scolded him, it could be seen that his life was not in danger.
He even raised his hand and hit Jing Li's bald head. "Crying all the time, useless! Can you learn from your Junior Brother Jing Shen? When he saw me covered in blood, he didn't even frown! "
After saying that, he pondered for a moment. "That's not right. He doesn't have feelings … "
"You bastard, I hit you too lightly!"
"Wuwuwu …" Jing Li shrunk his head, but he was still crying. "Master, slow down. My wounds are opening up …"
At this moment, there was a sudden tremor outside the temple, like thunder.
"Are you dead?!"
Ku Jue immediately lay down and closed his eyes, his Qi declining.
Monk Jing Li also stopped talking and sobbed silently.
The old monk, who was so thin that he was only skin and bones, took a few steps into the back hall. His face was sickly, and his voice was like a large bell.
"Ku Jue! You touched my Smelling Bell without permission. What's your crime?! "
When Ku Jue rushed thousands of miles to save Jiang Wang, he specially brought my Smelling Bell with him. Along the way, all evil avoided him, and no one stopped him.
However, my Smelling Bell was the treasure of the Xuankong Temple. Only Buddhist practitioners who did special things could wear it when they went out.
Special things were Buddhist affairs.
Of course, Ku Jue was not a Buddhist practitioner. The Xuankong Temple would not support him in saving a "disciple" who refused to shave his head and had no status. It was even more impossible for them to allow him to take away my Smelling Bell for Jiang Wang.
Therefore, he stole it himself and did not tell anyone.
At this moment, Ku Jue came to denounce him.
Ku Jue closed his eyes, his Qi was weak, and he did not respond.
Jing Li burst into tears. "Martial Uncle, don't yell at my master. He's seriously injured!"
This little monk was crying too sadly.
Ku Jue, who had experienced many hardships, could not help but feel pity. "Martial Uncle did not yell at your master. Martial Uncle's voice is just loud!"
He was already restraining himself, but his voice was still as loud as thunder.
"Then Martial Uncle, please don't speak." Jing Li cried. "Let my master rest."
Ku Jue was momentarily stunned.
If I don't speak, how can I denounce your master?
He wanted to go around Jing Li and pick up Ku Jue. However, he knew that Ku Jue was indeed seriously injured this time. He was afraid that he would be too heavy-handed and injure Ku Jue again.
At this moment, he suddenly understood why Ku Di, as the head of the Guan Shi Hall, had taken the initiative to avoid this task and let him do it, even though it was part of his responsibility to follow the rules.
It was likely that Ku Di understood how difficult it was to hold Ku Jue accountable.
He had rushed over excitedly, wanting to take the opportunity to gain the upper hand and teach him a lesson. However, as soon as he entered, he was stopped. He was in a dilemma.
The head of the Dragon Subduing Institute, the fierce Great Master Ku Jue, was momentarily at a loss!
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