Zhang Shiyi was confused and didn't know when these people left. When he recovered, only the red-covered donation certificate was left on the table.
"Zhang Changliu! I will fight for you!!"
Zhang Shiyi let out a howl like a hungry wolf, picked up the shovel in the corner and rushed towards the cemetery.
I dug up the master's tombstone in a few clicks, and sure enough, there was nothing underneath except a brown earthworm, twisting its plump body and working hard to drill into the soil.
"Why did you donate this million? That was the money I used to rebuild the Taoist temple!"
Zhang Shiyi was really anxious.
He has lived in this Taoist temple that is leaking everywhere since he was thirteen years old. His biggest wish is to build this Taoist temple into a grander Taoist temple than the Zhenwu Hall in Longhu Mountain.
There was just a little hope, but it disappeared in an instant.
His little face turned red with anger, he held a shovel in his hand and shouted wildly at Zhang Changliu's tombstone.
"This is the money I worked hard for, why do you have it, why do you have it~"
The more Zhang Shiyi talked, the more aggrieved he became, and the hand holding the shovel was trembling.
Masters from other families would either teach their disciples real skills or leave them with enough property to live on. But Zhang Changliu, apart from leaving a broken Taoist temple and these eleven tombs, gave Zhang Shiyi nothing. Leave.
By the way, there is also a broken stall that owes stall fees for several months!
Nowadays, the child is only 16 years old. After finally making some money, the first thing that comes to mind is not to eat well, wear well, and enjoy life, but to prepare to rebuild the Taoist temple and restore the glory of the sect.
Then he hid the bankbook under the master's tombstone, because he thought this was the safest place.
As a result, none of it was donated.
Zhang Shiyi wished he could really smash Zhang Changliu's tombstone.
His eyes were red, and he held the shovel high, but he never lowered it.
The ten tombstones behind Zhang Changliu all turned their directions at some unknown time, not daring to look at the suffering master at all.
"Haha~hahaha~hahahaha~"
Suddenly, Zhang Shiyi let out a maniacal laugh, and the shovel was thrown to the ground by him.
"I understand. You never regarded me as your disciple in the first place, and I don't deserve to have relatives at all."
Zhang Shiyi didn't even glance at Zhang Changliu's tombstone, turned around and came to Wuming's tomb.
"Senior Brother Wuming, no, Grandpa! I'm sorry for you, Zhang Shiyi will just say goodbye!"
Boom, boom, boom, after kowtowing to Wuming three times, he left the cemetery without looking back.
Judging from the direction his back was leaving, it turned out that he was not going back to his Taoist temple, but going directly down the mountain.
"Damn it, Master, did you go too far this time?"
Seeing Zhang Shiyi's figure disappear before his eyes, all ten senior brothers emerged from the grave and gathered in front of Zhang Changliu's grave.
"Are you leaving?"
The skinny old man poked his head out of the grave, carefully looked around, then patted his chest and walked out.
"This brat, I'm really afraid of him hitting me on the head with a shovel, hehe~"
"No, Master, my junior brother was really angry this time. You see, he didn't even take the piece of Kun Gua that I consecrated to him, and he just went down the mountain."
The one who spoke was the Ninth Senior Brother and the only Ghost King of Luofeng Mountain with inscriptions on the tombstone of the Ten Brothers.
"Yes, Master, he calls me grandpa. This means he is quitting the master's school!"
Wuming was the most anxious. If he wasn't afraid that his master had other deep intentions, he would have chased him down the mountain long ago.
"Oh, this brat, why are you so anxious this time?
It’s not like I can’t help it~
The child Eleven is born with a low life. He cannot be rich, otherwise the disaster star will find him. By then, this child will be in danger! "
Zhang Changliu didn't expect this result. How did he know that this foundation would find this place?
"Master, I'm not talking about you. With your all-powerful magic power, little junior brother can't just reach out and solve this matter. Not to mention the Sui Xing possessed, even if the Jade Emperor comes, he still has to give you this face!
If you don't want to take action, then let me do it! "
The man in green clothes, who looked like a swordsman, frowned and looked at Zhang Changliu dissatisfied.
"Third brother, don't be ridiculous! Which one of you can't get rid of your destiny on your own!
You little junior brother, even I can’t understand your future achievements, so don’t make trouble! "
"But!"
"Okay, let's just leave here. His path is different from any of us, let him go on his own!
You don’t have to stay here with me anymore. You can go up to heaven and go to earth. Just go and do whatever you have to do~"
Zhang Changliu looked at the direction Zhang Shiyi left, feeling melancholy in his heart.
Are you really wrong? !
All the fellow disciples, looking at their master's back, could only retreat silently, gradually dissipating into the air.
The moment these ten brothers left, the ten tombs seemed to have experienced countless years. The surroundings were quickly covered with weeds, and the tombstones were dimmed.
"Hey, you brats, remember, if anyone dares to bully Eleven, you'll beat him to death. If you can't beat him, call him Master!
I grabbed his piss! "
"Don't worry, Master!"
This unison sound came from heaven and earth at the same time, standard surround sound.
"You brats!"
Zhang Changliu nodded and walked slowly into his grave.
"Am I wrong? No..."
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Zhang Shiyi became more and more aggrieved as he thought about it, tears of anger flowed down his face, and he walked straight down Longhu Mountain to the foot of the mountain.
Standing at the bus stop leading to the city, he suddenly fell into confusion. Where should he go?
He has considered this place his home since he came to the mountain at the age of eight.
Over the past eight years, he had long regarded those dead ghost brothers as his relatives, and even regarded Zhang Changliu as his father.
Now he is alone again, without even a home.
This feeling of loss made Zhang Shiyi very uncomfortable.
He touched the remaining two thousand yuan in his pocket, with a wry smile on his face.
At least, it's much better than when I was penniless!
"You brat, you won't even take the food from me!"
The voice of Brother Ninth suddenly came from behind him. Zhang Eleven quickly turned around, but found no one.
There was only a bright yellow cloth bag lying at my feet.
"Ninth Senior Brother?"
Zhang Shiyi asked tentatively, "These senior brothers are so elusive. If they don't want you to see them, even if you scratch your eyes with grapefruit leaves, it won't help."
"Eleven, if you wait until you calm down and go back to see Master, we will leave too. He is quite lonely alone.
Remember, no matter whether you can understand it or not, Master will never harm you! "
