Not long after Su Lan and Qin Keqing left, Uncle Bird also came back.
Following him was a bald young man wearing tattered monk robes, dirty but very handsome.
"Monk?"
Jun Wuxie was startled, a monk who had not taken the ordination
I have to admire that Uncle Bird is really good at boasting, even the monks were fooled.
After the bald boy climbed the mountain, he dragged the alms bowl with one hand and raised his other hand on his chest. His whole body was sluggish.
Jun Wuxie saw that his face quickly turned from fair to dark in an instant.
"This is the landscape courtyard that the seniors mentioned, with a beautiful view of the water?" The bald head pointed to the woods behind the house and said, "Is that a private garden, a secret place for health preservation?"
"Little monk, you have a mansion in your heart. Where in the world is there not a mansion?" Uncle Bird said on the ground: "Little monk, no wonder you can't survive in Buddhism. It seems that you lack wisdom."
"Senior." The young monk turned to look at Uncle Bird, raised the alms bowl in his hand, pronounced the Buddha's name, and said, "Can I beat you, young monk?"
"Of course not, impulsiveness is the devil." Uncle Psy turned and pointed to the main hall and began to introduce the 100-meter long corridor, which was unlocked by sliding with one click.
Jun Wuxie leaned close to the young monk's ear and said, "Junior brother, let me tell you, Uncle Bird is very easy to talk to and has a very good temper. If you are really angry, why don't you give him a blow on the head?"
"real?"
The little monk showed a heart-beating expression.
"Of course it's true. Can senior brother still trick you?" Jun Wuxie looked at Uncle Bird, who had his back to them and was vividly introducing one-click sliding unlocking and every detail that had been carefully polished. He whispered to the young monk: " I was also tricked by him, and I’ve wanted to beat him for a long time!”
The little monk's eyes rolled, and he whispered: "How about I count one, two, three, and we take action together?"
Jun Wuxie immediately puffed up his chest, nodded to him, and assumed a sneak attack stance.
one
two
three!
The little monk counted through the voice transmission, and when the number three fell, he looked like he was about to smash the alms bowl out, and suddenly retracted from halfway, and then looked at Jun Wuxie who had rushed behind Uncle Bird with a mean smile.
As a result, Jun Wuxie seemed to be rushing behind Uncle Bird, but in fact, he turned sharply, went around behind the young monk in an instant, and slapped his wrist.
The bowl flew directly to the back of Uncle Bird's head.
There was a sound.
The unprepared Uncle Piao staggered and rushed forward several steps, feeling dizzy for a while.
"you!"
When Uncle Bird turned around, his eyes were still filled with circles, and he pointed at the young monk. His body was swaying around, almost unsteady.
"Senior, it was not the monk who did this!"
The young monk turned red with anger. He pointed at Jun Wuxie who was standing next to him with a look of astonishment on his face and said, "It's him!"
"You little monk!" Jun Wuxie was immediately furious and said: "The most basic thing is to respect the teacher, do you understand? You actually attacked the senior disciple without respecting martial ethics! Now you want to throw the blame on It’s so shameless on my part!”
"Come, come here, I will teach you today what it means to be impulsive and the devil!"
Uncle Bird calmed down and pointed at the little monk.
The little monk's face turned green, he glared at Jun Wuxie fiercely, and ran away.
Jun Wuxie walked to the front of the hall and sat down. While waiting for the wine master to treat Yueyao, he watched Uncle Bird chasing the little bald head all over the mountain.
After a short time, the little monk came back.
He had two black eyes and two streaks of nosebleeds hanging from his upper lip.
Seeing Jun Wuxie sitting in front of the main hall and looking at him leisurely, she was very angry.
"I said, little monk, we will be brothers from now on. What is your lay name?"
"The little monk has no common name."
"Dharma name?"
"emptiness."
"Empty?" Jun Wuxie was stunned, looked him up and down, and said, "Are you lonely?"
The little monk was so angry that he slapped the alms bowl.
At this time, another person came down the mountain.
Soon, they reached the mountainside. They looked at the dilapidated buildings in front of them with dumbfounded eyes and said, "Excuse me, you two, is this Zongwang Academy? Did Pindao come to the wrong place?"
"Welcome to Zongwang Academy."
Jun Wuxie's words broke the little Taoist priest's fantasy.
The little Taoist priest suddenly became anxious, with a look of despair on his face.
"Ahem, everyone is here now." Uncle Bird came over and said, "Let me introduce you."
"This is Jun Wuxie, a practitioner of both body and sword, the eldest disciple of our Zongwang Academy. Your senior brother comes from Qingyang City in the Great Zhou Dynasty. As a body cultivator, the realm of swordsmanship has reached the master realm."
"Physical cultivator? Swordsman master?"
The little monk and the little Taoist priest were both surprised.
At this time, Uncle Bird pointed at the young monk and said: "The Dharma name is Kong Kong, which is also his current lay name. He is the second direct disciple of our Zongwang Academy. He comes from the far western regions and has the blood of Jinchan. In layman's terms, it is the blood of the Diamond Body of Buddhism." , good at strength and defense.”
Jun Wuxie was taken aback and had to re-examine this little bald man. Seeing his delicate features, he actually had the body of a vajra?
It’s true that people cannot be judged by their appearance.
"This little Taoist priest Xu Daoling is born with yin and yang pupils and a body of wind spirit. He is good at finding tombs, exploring caves and speed. He comes from the far north."
Jun Wuxie's expression is a bit strange. Is he good at searching tombs and caves?
Isn't this just tomb robbing?
…
He was a little speechless. Who did Uncle Bird find?
However, the blood of these two guys is not simple.
Many sects would be vying for such talents, so how could they be tricked into coming to Zongwang Academy?
"Let's do this for today. We will go to the back mountain tomorrow morning. According to your different characteristics, I have formulated different cultivation methods."
After Uncle Bird finished speaking, his eyes swept around the three of them and said, "By the way, which of you can cook?"
"Senior, young monk... no... disciples will beg for alms."
Kong Kong weighed the alms bowl in his hand.
"The Pindao Society... digs graves!"
The little Taoist priest said confidently.
"They're all just a bunch of losers!"
The corner of Jun Wuxie's mouth twitched twice. As a senior brother, he actually wanted to be their nanny?
He got up and walked to the shabby kitchen. He fiddled with it for a while. The pots and pans were all very rusty. How long had it been since he had cooked?
After looking at the rice jar, I was speechless.
There are a few grains of rice and a few rat droppings in it, making for a shitty meal!
"Uncle Bird, there's no rice, don't you know?"
Jun Wuxie threw the pot and ladle away and quit.
"Ahem, the sect is a bit tight lately. You guys have to think of a solution for this rice."
Jun Wuxie: ...
He really didn't want to talk.
Zongwang Academy is so poor that it can’t even afford rice...
He walked around the mountain and down the mountain, hoping to catch some game, but he didn't see any shadow of the game.
After asking, I found out that all the game here had been eaten up by Uncle Bird and the wine master making wine and food.
real.
In his opinion, there is not a single hair worthy of the name here.
"What evil happened to me in my last life? I got on this pirate ship."
He walked up to the young Taoist priest and the young monk Kong Kong and said, "We are all members of the Zongwang Academy now. This sect is in such a state of ruin. It does not block the light on sunny days, leaks on rainy days, the pots and pans are rusty, and the jars are all rusty." There is no rice in it. Can you each contribute some money so that we can repair this place and add some daily necessities, such as firewood, rice, oil and salt?"
"Elder brother is right. The young monk is originally a monk and regards money as dirt."
The young monk said that he felt very generously from inside the worn monk's robe for a long time, and finally turned over his sleeve pockets, and three copper coins fell out with a clank.
"pretty!"
Jun Wuxie was so angry that he was itching his teeth. This guy only had three copper coins in total, and he was still pretending to be generous, saying that he regarded money as dirt!
"You should be a tomb robber, right?"
He set his sights on the young Taoist Xu Daoling.
The little Taoist priest gave him an awkward yet polite smile, and after tinkering for a while, he took a bunch of copper coins out of his crotch.
"I..." Jun Wuxie refused to accept the arrogant string of copper coins and said scornfully: "A grave robber, are you the same person? You hide a string of copper coins in your crotch?"
"Senior Brother, this is not an ordinary copper coin. It is used to ward off evil spirits. There is a lot of yang energy in the crotch, so it will be better if you smoke it."
Jun Wuxie: ...
What are these two weirdos?
I thought that these two guys had such extraordinary blood, and it was not like he had to treat his sister and consume a lot of money in cultivation, so they should have a lot of savings.
The result... was even poorer than him!
