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Early in the summer morning, a ray of sunlight passed through the dense foliage and shone on the ground, forming a mottled shadow. Occasionally, the dew on the leaves would reflect rainbow-colored light.

On the pathway of the Ku Chan Temple stone steps, a sixteen or seventeen year old youth lifted both his hands horizontally. He carried two large wooden buckets that did not match his physique. These were conical, pointed bottoms that were filled with water.

The youth walked as if he was flying, but the water inside did not spill in the slightest. His black agate like eyes revealed a confident expression.

There were two buddhist beads on the youth's neck, shiny and oily, and there was a Pendant that was tied together with a red string inside the monastic robe. The Pendant's design was a roaring tiger, and even the tiger's bright eyes looked extremely lifelike.

The young man walked into the Ku Chan Temple. Passing by the front courtyard, he saw quite a few monks who had just woken up to do their homework. Some of them were holding brooms to clean the fallen leaves on the ground while others were carefully wiping the dust off the Buddha statues.

When they saw the young man standing in front of them with one palm on his chest, they respectfully said that it was good morning to Martial Uncle, or the seniors could just call him Grand Martial Uncle.

The youngsters nodded one by one and went to the backyard. There was no noise coming from the front yard. There was a monk dozing by the octagonal arch, his face full of stubble.

/p p "Jingsi!"

The youth came up to the monk and shouted loudly.

The monk was suddenly awoken, and hurriedly put the baton in his hand back in place. Upon closer inspection, it was a young man who hurriedly bowed and said, "Good morning, Martial Uncle."

The young man chuckled and walked into the backyard. He crossed the bridge and looked down at the clear water. The fish swam back and forth inside, washing the pebbles clean and round.

The teenager did not stay long. He went to the kitchen at the back and poured two buckets of water into the large vat. Looking at the eight water vats, he smiled and gently wiped the sweat from his forehead.

/p This youth was Duan Hong.

He had already been in the Ku Chan Temple for a whole four years.

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Following Master KU Cao's appreciation, brewing wine, and learning from Master of Withering Roots, whether it was Zen, Jiu Zong, or Qu Zong, they had not mastered any of them in the past four years. They could only slightly understand them.

Every night when he was learning kung fu with them, Duan Hong was the most excited. The 24th step was easy to learn, but he had already completely mastered it, and there were gains from it as well. The worst were the hardest Diamond Protective Genuine Qi s and Lotus Codex, which were still stuck at the early stage.

This morning, Duan Hong should follow Master of Withering Roots and learn to eat. Due to last night's baking, Duan Hong ate the century-old Frigid Ginseng that he only found after three years of searching through dried roots.

Duan Hong saw that the dried root was still sleeping soundly. He secretly took two rolls of vegetable cake from the kitchen and ran out of the cave. He called out, "Apprentice Brother Appreciating Heat, Apprentice Brother Apprentice Brother Appreciating Heat.

There was only a square meter of space inside, and he couldn't stand or lie down. He could only sit there, and there were only two black holes in his body every day. Within the Ku Chan Temple, if a monk broke the rules, he would be locked inside.

He stuck his head out of the dark circles under his eyes and was very happy to see Duan Hong. "Senior Brother."

Duan Hong handed over the cookie. After he received it, his eyes reddened and he began to sob.

Duan Hong said in surprise, "Junior Brother, why are you crying?"

Fever wasn't his first time in confinement. He had been locked up for dozens of times in the past four years.

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Duan Hong said, "Junior Brother, why didn't you see it before? Why does he look like a roaming dragon? He's like a ferocious tiger descending from the mountains. How awe-inspiring."

Realizing that he had lost his mind, he quickly pulled up his pants and threw out a black snake from the hole.

Duan Hong quickly dodged and avoided the black snake. He looked down and saw bite marks all over the black snake's body. Its two snake eyes bulged out as it said, "Junior brother, you are very lucky. This snake died with grievances."

I'll return it a hundred times with a bite. Isn't that what you said, right now? My heart is beating faster, my whole body is cold, and my head is slightly sunken. The venom is attacking my heart, it seems like I won't be able to live long. Last time, your eyes suddenly reddened, and your strength increased by more than ten times. What exactly was going on? "

Duan Hong said in surprise, "Is there a —?" "I thought Second Master saw you drinking his autumn dew in secret and hit you in anger."

Duan Hong was not in a hurry to understand what kind of snake poison was involved in the fever. The life to comprehend fever was a hundred times stronger than that of cockroaches, and Monk, who only had withered grass and dried roots, wished that he could hit the fever for three hundred and eighty days a year.

/p p Snake venom?

That's nothing. Last time, Duan Hong, Withered Grass, and Enlightened Heat went to the Mang Mountains to collect clean water. They gave a Branded Iron Head Snake a bite to its lips and it turned into two fat intestines on the spot.

Branded iron head's poison was ranked third in the world's snake venom rankings. A single adult snake tooth could kill an entire platoon of soldiers with its venom.

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Duan Hong said, "Comprehension fever. Your body is a fire, but after eating Third Master's Hundred Years Cold Ginseng, you feel dizzy and cold. It might be a side effect."

You didn't eat? It was as if you ate more than I did. I only drank a few mouthfuls of soup and you're in confinement. For the past four years, I was the one who made the mistake of making a mistake. "Then what about the black tooth mark behind me?

Duan Hong sneered and said, "That's hemorrhoids — stop bullshitting. I should go into the city to buy rice."

With that, he stood up and left.

Duan Hong was originally a kind-hearted and simple child. Ever since he entered the Ku Chan Temple, he had been with his three cynical and playful masters, and with a junior brother who didn't leave his side, he gradually changed his personality.

As time passed, he became more and more aware of how sensitive he was and how others viewed him.

Arriving at the meditation room, he saw Deadwood sitting on a prayer mat. His two white eyebrows were like willow branches drooping to his chin, and the wrinkles on his face were like blooming chrysanthemums.

/p p "First Master."

Duan Hong clasped his hands.

"Wu Kong, did you finish today's morning class?"

Wu Kong was Duan Hong's pseudonym.

Duan Hong nodded and said, "Yes, I'm going to the market to buy some rice noodles."

Deadwood's face suddenly twitched. He reluctantly got up and walked to the brick bed, took out a crumpled ten yuan note from the crevice of his pillow, and handed it to Duan Hong. He said, "Wu Kong, save it."

Duan Hong took the money and thought to himself: This old geezer is really stingy. How many meters is ten yuan worth?

"Wu Kong, why aren't you leaving?"

Master — — money — — not enough.

Duan Hong said honestly.

Withered Wood shook his head and sighed. He took off his monk's shoes and took out a dirty insole. He took out another ten yuan and passed it to Duan Hong with a fishy smell. "Wu Kong, go."

Duan Hong held his breath. He held a corner of the money in his hand and quickly folded it with the ten yuan in his hand and left the meditation room.

Ku Chan Temple was a rather obscure and unknown temple outside of the city of Shu. It stood out because it didn't accept money for perfume and oil.

This was the rule set down by the creator of the Ku Chan Temple, the nameless monk.

Until now, the monks had followed the tradition of going out to make friends with others, so money was very rare to them.

It was rumored that there was a famous advisor called Xu in the Xia Dynasty.

/p Xu was not only talented, but also proficient in astronomy and geography. Due to his meritorious service to Da Yu, Emperor Shun respected him and made him his Minister, and bestowed Wu Di upon Xu.

/p p From then on, Wu Zhong had a 'love story'.

It was called.

"Swish!"

The words were not easy to recognize, but in Wu Yu, "Xu"

"Su!"

The two words were similar, so he called it 'Shu Xu'.

Then it gradually evolved into "Shu".

Got it.

Ku Chan Temple was about thirty kilometers southwest of the city. Duan Hong put on a casual outfit: a purple T-shirt with the logo of Love on it, white jeans, and a pair of black sneakers.

This had something to do with the fact that he had spent many years with three old monks. The baptism of Zen Sect made him seem more mature than his peers.

In fact, Duan Hong Yuan didn't need to go to Suzhou to buy rice. He needed to go to White Sand Village near the Ku Chan Temple to sell them, so he had to go to Suzhou because he had secretly found a job to earn extra money and was preparing to interview them.

The twenty yuan was only used as a fare. For sixteen years, Duan Hong had never had more than fifty yuan on him.

At this moment, Duan Hong's expression was heavy as he watched the scene outside the car fly away. It was not as easy as the heated conversation just now.

Because he called home yesterday.

His uncle Duan Beiping's body was paralyzed, and all of his family's income was spent on the medical expenses, including the expenses for the demolition.

Duan Hong couldn't help but reminisce.

It was a hot summer's night, and lightning flashed at night. Duan Hong resolutely carried his backpack and left the Duan Family Villa, which had existed for ten years, for six years.

If the house had not been demolished, if the neighbors were not greedy, if he was not young, then the family would not have such a big change.

Seeing his father and uncle being maimed and injured, Duan Hong's young heart could no longer bear such a heavy blow. On the night he left home, he decided not to learn any martial arts and not to go home.

In the past six years, Duan Hong had only written a letter to his family and hugged them until yesterday.

Knowing that family life was difficult, Eldest Uncle didn't want to drag his family down and seek death three times.

Duan Hong's heart felt as if it was being pierced by knives. The one who gave him the deepest impression in his childhood was his Eldest Uncle Duan Beiping. At the same time, the teacher who taught him martial arts was also his Eldest Uncle Duan Beiping!

He remembered a person from Ku Chan Temple a few months ago. That person looked like he had some money, and handed Duan Hong a name card, saying that if he wanted to make money, he would give him a call.

At that time, Duan Hong didn't lack money at all, and he was very happy at Ku Chan Temple, so he didn't take it to heart.

/p crazily found his business card and dialed it. The person on the other end of the phone was even happier than Duan Hong. She hurriedly met him in the city of Shu!

/p p