C1 Monk Is Not Empty

China, Luo Yang, White Horse Temple.

The morning sun was rising, and the morning mist was rising. The monks in the temple had finished their morning lessons and were all walking on the rugged mountain path to the foot of the mountain to fetch water from the stream.

The dew had dampened the narrow and long stone path, but the monks, carrying loads of water, were still flying as if they were walking on flat ground. Only the last person was walking slowly, with an absent-minded look on his face.

What was even weirder was that the monk's head was not completely bald. On the contrary, it had a nondescript frame. Coupled with his handsome yet somewhat arrogant face, he looked like an ordinary pretty boy.

But his expression, no matter how you looked at it, was extremely vulgar. What was he up to?

"Master Fang!" The few monks at the front suddenly opened their mouths, scaring the monk into trembling. His face immediately turned serious.

There's no need for formalities. After breakfast, all of you come to the Scripture Hall. There will be a meeting in a few days. This old monk is going to test you all before deciding who to take with me." The old monk slowly walked over with a head full of white hair and a kind face. His entire body was emitting a peaceful aura.

Unlike the other people who were abnormally excited after hearing this, the monk with short hair disdainfully sneered. What magic meeting? Isn't it just arguing with others? Those who went on stage were all old guys. They didn't even have a pretty nun, so why not go and see the nuns from the Taoist temple at the back of the mountain!

Tsk tsk, thinking of the Taoist nuns from the Miracle World, the monk Lin Kong could not help but salivate. Those lasses' physiques are so freaking... Wonderful enough... Truly true! Especially that watermelon-like protrusion at the front and the peach-like protrusion at the back. Sigh, don't even mention the allure!

"Why are you laughing so much? Have you slacked off again? Let me see how much water you've picked up... " The old monk Wu Chen glanced over.

Lin Kong's nickname was Lin Kong. He started with the word 'no'," no "," no "," no "," no ", and so on. Below that were the word 'yes'," yes "," yes "," yes "," yes "," no "," no "," no "…

Lin Kong was an orphan, and was already thrown at the White Horse Temple entrance while still in his infancy. Other than a longevity lock with the word "Lin Kong" carved on it, he had nothing else on him, the old monk looked pitiful, then he adopted him and became a closed disciple, giving him a title that was not empty. He hoped that he would not "stay in the past" and not "stay empty" in the future.

However, the old monk never expected that Lin Kong would actually give him another meaning — six of them were not clean, four were not empty!

Sneaking around, playing tricks, sneaking around, sneaking down the mountain to drink and eat meat, everything was forbidden by the law. This brat practically broke all of those rules …

In short, the old monk was thoroughly troubled by this bad disciple and wished that he could have kicked him into the ditch that year!

However, this weirdo had amazing talent for martial arts. Any martial arts technique could be mastered after just a few times, and even the few profound and obscure absolute arts that were stored in the temple were refined to perfection by him. One had to know that even the old monk himself found it hard to advance in the Muscle Altering Scripture.

The high monks from White Horse Temple sometimes felt stifled just thinking about it.

Therefore, Wu Chen could only turn a blind eye to the old monk. Other than going through the routine of facing the wall to think, he also left the rest of the things to him. Not to mention opening the temple, even if Lin Kong suddenly had the urge to leave something behind, the old monk could only pretend that he did not see anything.

The old monk knew that Lin Kong must have been lazy as he avoided Lin Kong's gaze. He walked closer to take a look and almost vomited blood in anger. The four buckets were completely empty without a single drop of water.

"Not empty, you lazy bastard! "You …" How could Wu Chen maintain his demeanor as a monk at this moment? He pointed at Lin Kong and started cursing loudly.

"Calm down, Master, you have to keep your egg set when you go out." "It's like this. I was picking water, but who knew that halfway through, I found a small tadpole in the bucket. Master often taught us that saving a person's life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. I thought that although the small tadpole is small, it's still a half-level pagoda, so I poured all the water back in …"

As Lin Kong spoke, he innocently lowered his head. If he wasn't familiar with this guy's personality, Wu Chen would have thought that he was blaming him.

"Is what you little Martial Uncle said true?" The old monk looked at the third generation disciples beside him. This group of "capable" younger generation monks was often bullied by Lin Kong. They had already gritted their teeth in hatred, but they did not dare to show it, so they could only bitterly nod in agreement.

There was no helping it, who told Lin Kong to not only have a higher position in White Horse Temple, but also have a stronger fist!

Seeing that he could not get anything out of him, the old monk could only shake his head and give up. He gave his inferior disciple a warning look before turning around and walking away.

Having avoided a disaster, Lin Kong patted his chest exaggeratedly. Just as he was about to praise the "sensible" martial uncles, Wu Chen's order came from afar: "Practice more Loongyin Golden Bell Shield tonight, you are not allowed to sleep."

"F * ck!" Old fellow, do you have to be so ruthless? "

Lin Kong complained incessantly. The training of the Golden Bell Cover was the most torturous. Just the training of the external muscles and bones required thousands of times of slaps. Who could bear a night of not sleeping and being beaten?

After the rest of the group had walked away gloating, Lin Kong fiercely cursed a few times and kicked the bucket away, "You want to mess with me? None at all! "Young Master won't go back to the temple tonight. At most, he'll sleep on the mountain …"

"Right," Lin Kong's eyes lit up, "Go and get some more game. After a few months of not eating meat, his mouth has already become empty. It would be great if he could get some wine down the mountain.

Speaking of the small mountain village at the foot of the mountain, Lin Kong couldn't help but think of the big color TV set at the Village Head Old Man's house. Last time, when he stole the cured meat from his house, the old man was watching a video where a pair of dog and dog were hugging each other.

Although Lin Kong was still a pitiful virgin and didn't understand the 'truth of life', the scene just thinking about it was exciting! Looking at himself, he had been trapped in the mountain since he was young. Aside from eating and cultivating, he had never seen a sow. The difference between him and a human was too great!

Thinking of this, Lin Kong became more and more angry. He started running down the mountain, but he did not use any movement techniques, but his speed was surprisingly fast. Unknowingly, he had walked more than ten miles.

Pow!

Lin Kong slapped his forehead and his eyes lit up. Wasn't this the place for those girls to take a bath?

The name of this small valley was Pure Serene Valley, and inside was a pond called Pearl Jade Pond. The streams flowing down from the peak of the mountain splashed down from the cliff, making a crisp sound like pearls dropping onto a jade plate. Finally, they converged into a pool of water with a suitable temperature.

Ever since he discovered this "welfare point" a few years ago, he came here from time to time to feast his eyes, so he immediately climbed up the mountain rocks to the side skillfully, secretly pushed away the dense grass, and looked towards the pond.

In the next second, the monk's mind was completely blank!

"When the clear water produces the Hibiscus, it naturally goes to carve. Her eyebrows are like the autumn moon, and her jade-like muscles are like congealed fats. "

Suddenly, a poem that Lin Kong saw from an unknown place flashed across his mind. It was very appropriate for such a scene.

In the Pearl Jade Pool, a graceful figure was facing Lin Kong from the side. From this angle, one could see her curvaceous body and her skin was as white as white jade, as if it could be broken by the wind.

Beneath her black hair was a soft and cold face. Lin Kong recognized her. She was the eldest senior sister of the third generation disciple of the Miracle Reality Monastery, Jing Yun.

Just when Lin Kong's mouth was dry and Lin Xiaokong was raising his head, Jing Yun suddenly stretched her waist and leaned back gracefully like a dancing red-crowned crane.

What made things worse was that with that, her entire upper body appeared out of the water, and her delicate and straight mountain range trembled slightly. Lin Kong's nose started to spurt out blood.

Ouch!

Lin Kong subconsciously wanted to get a closer look, but he forgot that the cliff was just in front of the mountain rock. Thus, he stomped on the air and fell into the lake with a scream, startling a forest of birds.

"Ah!" Jing Yun screamed in shock and instantly rushed out of the pool. Her feet lightly tapped the surface of the water and flew towards the clothes hanging on the branch on the shore.

That's right, to fly!

Lin Kong didn't forget to peek when he fell from the sky, but he found that Jingyun was actually using the Traceless Water movement technique, her figure was graceful and elegant, and she was indescribably breathtaking and elegant. Thinking of how the old monk always forced him to learn the "Tiger's Roar Iron Robe" and "Loongyin Golden Bell Shield", this kind of "crude" technique, the movement technique he learned was also on a small scale, so he was extremely envious.

However, he clearly didn't have the time to scold the old monk right now, because he had already fallen into the pool.

Falling from the cliff that was more than ten meters high, the impact was obviously huge. Lin Kong almost fainted from the impact. Luckily, his hard training was not wasted, his body's toughness was not damaged at all.

"Not empty? You scoundrel monk! Peeping at me while I take a bath! This time, I must tell your master, see if he doesn't beat you to death! " Jing Yun held onto her daoist robe tightly as she looked at Lin Kong with both shock and anger while half-covering her proud and delicate body.

Lin Kong was scared to the point that he was trembling. He thought that this was bad and that his master was going to break his leg. However, he immediately recalled the old monk's' harsh words'. In any case, lice do not itch, debt more do not worry, afraid of a bird!

Let's just watch until we're full!

"Senior sister Jingyun, you're wrong about one thing. I'm a hooligan, but I'm not bald. I have hair." After Lin Kong thought it through, he leisurely climbed onto the shore. While observing Jing Yun's faintly discernible body with interest, he took off his wet monastic robe and prepared to dry.

Unexpectedly, this action caused a huge misunderstanding.

"Stop! You, what are you trying to do? Don't come near me! " Jing Yun seemed to have thought of something terrifying, and she was so frightened that she became incoherent, fleeing like a frightened little deer.

In her desperation, the beauty had completely forgotten that the daoist robe in her hands could only cover the front of her body. Her peach-like breasts and long straight legs were exposed, and when she performed her qinggong, she was even more enchanting.

"Hey!" "Wait, Senior Sister, you next …" Lin Kong reminded her with good intentions while chasing after her. However, compared to those "crude" martial arts that he had bitterly trained for more than ten years, Qing Gong was not good at it. Jing Yun ran away after a while.