Two months passed quickly. In the quiet and elegant courtyard of Erlin Temple, there was a little novice monk wearing iron chains, hanging his arms with his arms, pressing on stone slabs, with a height of 1.2 meters, a waist circumference of at least 1.5 meters, and a fair and fat body like a meatball. At this time, his face was neither red nor breathing, and he closed his eyes slightly, silently reciting something over and over again.

There were only two monks in the temple. Zen Master Shou'an was working in the fields at this time. So this little fat novice monk who looked a little powerful was obviously Wukong.

Wukong was still practicing the trick of killing fathers that he had named himself. Although he was chanting before, the scattered weights placed on his body at this time were far more than before.

Now the two thick iron chains tied to Wukong's body weigh 200 kilograms each; the two braziers hanging under his arms weigh 100 kilograms each; the bluestone slabs flat on his thighs have reached 200 kilograms at this time. Compared with the physical fitness two months ago, Wukong's physical fitness at this moment can at least outperform the nine streets at that time, which is more than enough to have no problem.

Although his physical fitness has been constantly improving, it has indeed brought about a small problem, that is, his weight will continue to increase, but Wukong, who is very nervous, does not take this little problem to heart.

According to his words, the most important thing for a man is strength. So what if he is a little fat? At least he can eat 5 more bowls of rice. Is a man? Then he must make himself appear to be more substantial.

No matter what, he is quite satisfied with his current state anyway. He practices martial arts in the morning, works in the afternoon, and copying scriptures in the evening. Although he is very tired, his daily gains are quite great. As the days pass by, Wukong has completely adapted to his current life, and it can be said that he cherishes his current life very much.

Zen Master Shou'an secretly hid in the corner with two buckets of water. He looked at his little disciple with an extremely complicated expression. Unlike the tranquility and leisure in the past, he was calm and composed. Some of his eyes at this moment were only thick, as if he could not be transformed.

Today is the day when the people of Fengmo Mountain are about to arrive, and it is also the day when his little disciple is about to leave the small ruined temple under his feet, and happily truly experience this beautiful world, and truly appreciate this bizarre world, and pursue his own glory, his own legend, and the most important day in his life.

Zen Master Shou'an couldn't bear to leave his little disciple. After all, he raised this little disciple since he was a child. From the thin, weak and dying little poor man who was picked up by him, he finally managed to develop this white and fat and cute disciple now. How could he bear to bear it?

But what if you can't bear to let go? Should you keep your disciples tied to your side forever? Zen Master Shou'an never planned like this before.

He understood that one day the young birds will grow up, and spreading their wings and flying high to appreciate the vast world that truly belongs to him is truly good to him.

He also knew that even if he could keep his little apprentice today, he would still have to leave in two years and he would not be able to keep it no matter what.

Ming Guiming, Zhigui Zhiming, at this moment, as the time of separation gets closer, Zen Master Shou'an is even more reluctant to let go.

"Oh..." Zen Master Shou'an sighed helplessly, and forced himself to cheer up and slowly walked towards his little disciple with a bucket.

"Wukong..., today..., let's go here, go get water and wash." Zen Master Shou'an dodged his disciple's gaze. After he hesitated, he quickly rushed to the kitchen with a bucket.

"Huh? Why are you carrying water again? You are getting more disobedient as you get older! Put it there, put it there, those are my business, you are all involved in it all day long! Hey? Don't you mean it? Wait." As he said that, Wukong put the stove on his arms to the ground, grabbed the stone slab on his legs with one hand and put it on the ground, stood up and rushed to the side of the master five meters away, pulling the bucket and snatched it from the master's hand.

"No, no, the master can do this job. Be obedient, hurry up..." Zen Master Shou'an lowered his head and did not dare to look at Wukong, but before he could finish his words, the little disciple had already taken down all the two buckets.

"Stop talking nonsense, I say it's my job, that's my job. Go and go cool down," After saying it quickly, Wukong ran to the kitchen with two big buckets of water without looking back.

Zen Master Shou'an looked at his disciple's back as he jumped away, and he could not help it anymore. He couldn't help it, and slowly left two lines of tears in his eyes.

After Wukong finished all the physical work for the master, he ran back to his cottage to wash. After all, he happily wore the monk's robe that his master had made for him. He shook his head and hurried to the kitchen to find the master. Fortunately, he showed off his little fat appearance in front of the master.

As soon as he walked to the main hall, he found that the master was sitting here at this time, so he ran over with a gaze.

"Master, look at how I'm wearing it? It's not that I'm bragging myself, just let's wear it to the effect. Hehe, that's really nothing. Do you think so, master?" Wukong happily bragged with a belly and a waist, and bragged very arrogantly.

Zen Master Shou'an looked at the happy little disciple with a dry smile. He wanted to say something quickly, but he always said something to his mouth, but he couldn't say a word.

"I said what expression you are like? Is this a clothes you helped me with my new work, is it ugly? It's true, there is no appreciation at all. I think I'm so handsome when I wear this clothes!" As he said that, Goku twisted his butt smugly and put a pose he thought was very handsome.

"Eat..., eat." After saying a dry and awkward voice, Zen Master Shou'an quickly lowered his head and picked up the bowl, plucking the rice grains in the bowl bit by bit.

"Hey? What day is today? Master, have you prepared so many dishes? What is this? You are still holding a bowl?" Wukong did not notice the master's abnormality at all. All his attention was attracted by the table full of good vegetarian dishes.

After taking away the bowl buttoned on the mysterious dish, Wukong saw the true face of the dish, and he was so surprised that he almost threw the bowl in his hand out.

"Damn it! Master? Are you clamped your head by the door? Do you dare to make such a dish?" Wukong drooled his mouth and pointed at the roast chicken on the table and asked the master in surprise.

Looking at the roast chicken on the table, Zen Master Shou'an returned to his senses a little. After sighing slightly, he slapped his forehead, as if he suddenly remembered something. He stood up and ran towards the kitchen.

"Master, where are you going? Come back quickly and explain it clearly to me. Isn't this the fuck teasing me? Take a bite secretly? Well, just take a bite secretly, I guess the master won't find it." After Wukong muttered in a low voice, he carefully grabbed the roast chicken.

But before he could touch the roast chicken, Zen Master Shou'an had already rushed back.

"The roast chicken was bought for the master, and this pot of wine was also bought for you for your master." Zen Master Shou'an said to his disciple with a smile, while putting the wine pot in his hand on the table.

"This! Oh..., so that's it. Master, are you testing me again? Humph, I won't be fooled! Besides, I have learned it now, so you can use less to tempt me in the future. I, I can withstand temptation very much. Yes, I can definitely withstand! I..., I..., I won't eat it!" Wukong tried almost all his efforts before finally shouting out these three words loudly.

"Okay! It's so good to say it! The novice monks in Erlin Temple are indeed stupid enough! You dare not drink and eat meat, right? Let me do it!" With a powerful shout, a heroic monk wearing a white monk's robe, holding a crescent Zen Staff, and a mountain-like aura, walked into the hall step by step with a 2.5-meter-high beam of the main hall.
Chapter completed!