The white moonlight evenly spread the Yaoshi Hall of Shaolin Temple, making the main hall, the round lake, the trees... and the little fat novice monk who was sitting by the lake crying at this time seemed to have all been covered with a layer of snow-white silver gauze.

Wukong sat on the stone by the lake, staring at the moon shadow in the lake while crying quietly.

"I really didn't mean it, I really didn't mean it..." Wukong whimpered and muttered to himself in a low voice.

Zen Master Shouan hid in the dark and peeked at Wukong. He wanted to jump out to persuade his disciples several times, but he held back.

What is the world of martial arts? Where you can’t help yourself is the world of martial arts.

Once you enter the world, the good ones will become unhappy if you can't help but become unhappy if you can't help but become unhappy if you can't help but become unhappy if you can't help but become unhappy if you can't help but become unhappy if you can't help but become unhappy if you can't help but become unhappy if you can't help but become unhappy if you can't help but become unhappy if you can

If you can't help yourself, you won't be lazy; if you can, you won't be able to do it; if you can't be free, you won't be free, you won't be free, you will be loyal, you won't be able to do it...

The grievances that Wukong suffered at this time were actually nothing. If he could not even bear this small setback, how could Zen Master Shou'an allow his disciples to roll around in the world and cultivate his mind in the world in order to ultimately achieve transcendence, and from then on, he would no longer be in control?

He believed that with his apprentice, with his innocent heart, he would definitely be able to be proud of the world!

Gulu..., Gulu..., cried and cried, and a strange sound came from Wukong's stomach.

"I'm so hungry, forget it, I don't blame myself, go find something to eat." Wukong felt that he had to eat, wiped away his tears, and after he said to himself, he stood up with difficulty and wanted to find something to eat.

"Ding! The host is now in the Medicine Master Hall, and the magical medicine adventure of the Medicine Master is triggered. If the host can steal the Medicine Master's magical medicine, his positive attribute luck will be slightly improved. Please pay attention."

As soon as Wukong stepped into the Medicine Buddha Hall, a system reminder came to his ears.

"Is there any use of magic medicine? It can't be eaten as food." Wukong complained to himself.

In fact, as soon as he stepped into the mountain gate of Shaolin Temple, he received more than 30 different system reminders, but the situation was urgent at the time, so he didn't care about this. Now, he still didn't care much about this system reminder.

Wukong looked around and found that he was the only one in the empty hall. He quickly worshiped the Medicine Buddha.

"The great compassionate Medicine Buddha is above, and the sinful disciple Wukong is below. Although the disciple has committed a serious crime, the disciple is really hungry and has put his chest on his back. I beg me to be kind to the Buddha and I can forgive my disciple." After praying, Wukong climbed onto the table in front of the Buddha, picked up a steamed bun on the offering plate and wanted to eat it.

"Bold criminal novice! How dare you steal the offerings in front of the Buddha! Let me go!" A loud shout sounded out of thin air, and then a wooden stick as thick as an adult's arm slapped on Wukong's back with one blow.

"Ah!" After Wukong screamed, he was directly pulled out.

Wheels and wheels..., Wukong rolled to the edge of the pillars of the hall like a wheel, and then stopped.

At this time, looking at the little fat man's back, he had already been beaten to pieces.

Wukong staggered up with a grin. He didn't say anything, but just held the steamed bun in his hand tightly, lowered his head and walked towards the palace gate.

"Bold criminal novice! You haven't kneeled down yet for committing this serious crime!" The law enforcement monk with a righteous face held a law enforcement baguette and glared at Wukong and shouted.

"I haven't eaten for two days and am about to starve to death. I am a Buddha to save the suffering and the suffering. Even if I am a sinful person who has made a big mistake,... he will forgive me." After Wukong lowered his head and said this, he still walked towards the palace gate step by step.

"Big..." Before the monk could raise his hand and hit him again, he could not move.

Wukong ignored the situation of the monk behind him. He held the steamed bun tightly, his whole body trembling, and tears flowed step by step towards the small building where Rong Hai was.

As soon as he arrived at Rong Hai's bedside, Wukong could not help it anymore. He knelt on the edge of Rong Hai's bed and howled and started to cry.

"You..., why are you crying..., I..., haven't died." Rong Hai was finally alarmed by Wukong's crying, and woke up after he was unconscious for two days.

"You! Are you awake? Woo..., so good, so good! Woo..., Rong Hai, you finally woke up! Woo, Rong Hai, I'm sorry for you! Woo!" After thinking of the mistake he made, Wu Kong howled and cried again.

"Oh..., don't cry first..., don't cry first.... Shut up." Rong Hai had just woken up, but was almost fainted by the fat man. He quickly stopped him.

"Woo..., Woo..." Wukong looked at Rong Hai with grievance and sobbed pitifully.

"Where are we?" Rong Hai couldn't take much care of it now. He needed to quickly figure out the current situation of the father and the other party.

"Woo..., Shaolin Temple." Wukong replied crying.

When Rong Hai heard that it was Shaolin Temple, he immediately relaxed. At this moment, he saw the long wound on Wukong's back. A fierce light flashed in his eyes, and he asked word by word.

"How did you get hurt?"

"I..., I..., I committed a serious crime! I'm sorry for you! Woo!" Wukong howled again and cried.

Rong Hai frowned and said, "Tell me about the experience after that day."

So, while crying, Wukong told Rong Hai how the bad people killed each other, how they came to Shaolin, how they made mistakes, and how they were beaten, all the experiences of the past two days.

"Okay, very good, very good. Keep the right! You are amazing!" After hearing all the experiences of Wukong, Rong Hai was so angry that he almost jumped up from the bed.

"Senior brother, you have finally woken up. Lying down quickly, lying down quickly. Don't ruin your body for Wuhua. I have taught him a lesson. You lie down quickly, lying down quickly." Zen Master Shouzheng happened to be here at this time. As soon as he entered the door, he quickly walked to the bed of Master Rong Hai and said to him with concern.

"Senior brother...? I dare not be, I dare not be, you are the abbot of the world's largest temple, the leader of the Baidao who is powerful in the martial arts world.... What is my Rong Hai? What is my pure-clothed monk? How can I afford to be with such a high status...? Senior brother...? Don't call me Senior brother!" Master Rong Hai cracked his eyes and shouted loudly to Zen Master Shouzheng.

"Senior Brother..., what do you mean?" If you can't even taste the taste of this, then Zen Master Shouzheng can go there and rest, so he asked in surprise.

"I won't talk nonsense to you. First, go and treat my disciple immediately. If it is not cured within a day, who will beat my disciple, please let him come and talk to me. Second, get a good banquet for my disciple immediately. Listen, it's not a vegetarian meal, but a banquet! Third, send me a message to Fengmo Mountain and ask them to send 100,000 preparatory monks from my Arhat Hall. I want to do a training. Fourth, go and tell me the whole world. Ten days later, I will enter Mozuozhou. Anyone who dares to block my way forward will be killed without mercy. Just go and do these four things." After the Grand Monk Rong Hai ordered the four things, he lay down on the bed and closed his eyes to rest.

Four things, especially the fourth thing, completely shocked Zen Master Shouzheng!

One hundred thousand martial monks entered the world, and the lowest level of cultivation was the fifth level of Yang Shen to go to Mo Zuozhou. What exactly was Rong Hai going to do?

He doesn't have to think about it. He wants to take revenge and wants to put down the left path!

"Senior Brother! No! Senior Brother..." Before Zen Master Shouzheng's loud prayer ended, he was interrupted by Rong Hai's word.
Chapter completed!