As a time traveler, he has a reliable master of the innate realm and the strongest backing of the martial arts world, Shaolin Temple.

Zhao Zimo rarely pays attention to the protagonist's affairs.

Because the long journey is long, the result of fate is fate!

In some aspects, he has taken great care of Zhang Junbao and Dong Tianbao, so that they don’t have to go to the woodshed to boil water every day or wash clothes for others. They just let them practice hard, which is a step further than before.

But Dong Tianbao's nature is still a problem after all. He can't read the Buddhist scriptures and cannot calm down.

After all, his heart is for being strong and powerful, and he cannot completely change his destiny just by Zhao Zimo's words.

Although he and Zhang Junbao had already been admitted to the DAMO Academy, Dong Tianbao also had a fierce fight because he learned excellent kung fu and crippled a senior brother. Although Zhang Junbao did not help him, he finally injured several senior brothers because he protected him.

When the two were surrounded by all Shaolin disciples, Zhao Zimo, as their junior uncle, rushed over happily...

His skin was white and red, crystal clear, just like jade. Zhao Zimo was definitely the most obvious of the monks. When he came over, the crowd dispersed and let him walk inside.

"My uncle!" Many monks clasped their hands together and called.

Even though there were many scars, the two protagonists who had not yet fallen, ignored the rest of the matter and quickly put down the stick in their hands and said hurriedly: "My uncle!"

"Uncle Master, these two rebellious sons dare to use a killer when competing with their fellow brothers. At this time, Xinbao's legs were broken by Dong Tianbao!" At this time, Jueming looked angry and would definitely not be happy if his personal disciple was broken.

"The uncle of the master, Tianbao didn't. The main reason is that when Xinbao couldn't beat him, he actually used a trick, which made Tianbao use ruthless actions..." Zhang Junbao said hurriedly, but as he spoke, his tone became much weaker.

After all, breaking a warrior's legs is not easy to destroy his martial arts. No matter how much he says, it is useless.

"Uncle Master, don't protect them. Today, they must destroy their martial arts and then expel them from Shaolin Temple!" Jueming knew that this uncle was very optimistic about these two disciples. Their talents were naturally discovered by them under the attention of his uncle Master, otherwise they would not have entered the Dharma Academy in advance.

But this kind of thing ultimately made a big mistake, and rules are rules!

If the disciples who make mistakes cannot be punished, and the disciples of Shaolin Temple will become like this in the future. What else can they do?

Jueming originally planned to say something, but Zhao Zimo, who was already sixteen, waved his hand slightly to let him stop. He turned to look at Zhang Junbao and the others, with a hint of helplessness in his eyes: "Amitabha, do you two know that you have violated the temple rules?"

"My uncle, I was wrong. I know you took care of us the most. Save us and save me... I really didn't mean it. I'm giving me a chance!" Dong Tianbao was decisive and knelt down in an instant. No matter how he didn't want to become a useless person, otherwise what would he have done for more than ten years?

In his heart, life is in every world, if it is not for strength, if it is not for glory and wealth, if it is not for superiority.

Then why, live your life in an ordinary life?

This is definitely not what he wants, and this is also the thought of many warriors.

If you stand in his position and think about him as the protagonist, if someone is like this, the protagonist breaks the villain's legs with a fierce attack, what's wrong?

And at most, you can rebel and gain freedom. From then on, the sea is wide and the sky is allowed to fly, and you may become the best man.

But he is a villain after all, and he is desperate to use the means of selling his brotherhood to exchange for glory and wealth...

Zhang Junbao also knelt on the ground, silent. Rules are rules. No matter how powerful the uncle of the junior master was, he could do nothing in front of the temple rules.

The little monk Zimo looked at Dong Tianbao very seriously, and finally sighed: "You go, Shaolin can't tolerate you, you can keep your martial arts, but remember...

After leaving Shaolin, you will never tell where you learned martial arts in your life, and you will not cheat or rob in the name of Shaolin!

Otherwise, let me know that I will go down the mountain and destroy your martial arts!”

His voice went higher and higher, and the last sentence was magnificent, which made the entire martial arts training hall tremble slightly...

The power of the innate realm appeared in Shaolin Temple. These disciples of the acquired realm have felt this momentum? Only at that moment, the uncle of the little master came to the world like a Buddha!

At that moment, Dong Tianbao was so moved that he almost shed tears, but the following words made him extremely frightened. However, he still took a look and said that the uncle of the junior master who had been practicing martial arts for a few years, kowtowed three times in a row...

Then he pulled Zhang Junbao, who was in a daze, and left quickly...

"This... uncle, how can I let them go easily?" Jueming wanted to stop him, but was stopped by Zhao Zimo's eyes.

He didn't dare to speak. He had only felt the power of the innate realm in his abbot's uncle, but at this time it actually reappeared on his uncle's uncle again.

Jueming's admiration in his heart was already promising. Now he believes that as the next abbot, he is undoubtedly the best candidate.

"Let them go. If they really do something wrong, I will go down the mountain to clear the portal myself!" The little monk Zimo was only 1.7 meters tall at this time, but his face was deep, with a look of an abbot coming in person. The others dared not say anything, so they could only watch him leave alone.

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"Cleaning the portal yourself? Going down the mountain and taking a walk is what you want most, well, little kid?"

"Oh, my master, my ears are pulled off!!"

At this time, the old monk abbot grabbed the young monk's ear and almost carried it into the air for him...

Because the abbot's old monk, since he once slapped his head, he almost swollen his palm and did not hurt this little guy, he changed his way...

"Hmph? Your ears fall off, and it's useless to keep them. Anyway, you never obey...

Master, I slapped your head last time, but I dared to stop you from being lucky. You have grown up. After practicing the iron-headed skills, even the master dared to resist...

Come on, bring your innate true energy to your ears and let me experience it for a long time..." The old monk said angrily, just not letting go.

But after a while, the little monk Zimo started to cry. He opened his cute eyes and looked at him innocently. The old monk didn't hold on for long, and then let go speechlessly.

"Don't look at me with this kind of eyes in the future. You will know that you will pretend to be innocent if you are fine..." The old monk really couldn't stand this kind of eyes.

After the little monk Zimo made a big mistake, he didn't say anything. He just had tears in his eyes, his eyes were round, and tears were about to flow out, but he seemed to be forcibly not flowing out. This situation made the old monk feel so distressed. After all, this disciple was really raised by his shit and urine...

As the old abbot without children, Zhao Zimo and his biological son were no different.

"Master, my good master... don't be angry. Their talents are not bad. It's a pity to waste their martial arts so much!" Zhao Zimo pulled the sleeves of the abbot's master and blinked from time to time.

"If they don't slap their martial arts, wouldn't Xinbao's legs be broken in vain? Without rules, you still don't understand this?" the old monk said the opposite at this time.

"I'll help. He's not shattered his knees or broken legs. I use my innate qi to open up the blocked meridians and blood stasis, and then fix it..."

"Okay, go, go, I'm upset, I'm leaving!" The old monk went away step by step, his mind floating where he was floating, and his back was a little staggering...

The warrior in the innate realm only has a lifespan of more than one hundred. For the old monk of the abbot, the deadline is not far...

Zhao Zimo watched him leave, feeling a little reluctant, but he was helpless.

"Master, next year, your 110th birthday, I will definitely give you some gifts!" the little monk shouted, clenched his fist.
Chapter completed!