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Part One: The Rise of Jiujiang Chapter 31: I can¡¯t sleep until this little bald donkey dies!

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    Does that damn little bald ass really know so many things?

    Jiu Moci didn't know, but he knew another thing. It was absolutely impossible for him to admit that the reason why he was hit in the face with a stick by that teenage monk was because he didn't pay attention at all.  Relationship!

    No, this is not a shoe, this is the most powerful hidden weapon in the world!

    Well, now Jiumozhi¡¯s thoughts are basically very close to those of Mr. Wang Chongyang who just came out of seclusion!  Could it be that even I, because of an accident, capsized in the gutter, would be so shameful that I would talk nonsense to you?

    This is impossible!

    So, this damn little monk is not a temptation, he is also a temptation, and Shenma Hei "" understands this!  If this damn little monk didn't know his secret, why would he deliberately mention the word black?

    The African black monk who speaks extreme standards in Chinese has long forgotten the fact that he is not a yellow race!

    "Master, what should we do next?" Fa Hai rolled up his sleeves and said with murderous intent, "Since they have already suspected us, let's just keep doing nothing. Let's give him a pre-emptive strike. You  What do you say?"

    "Disciple, you are too irritable," Jiumozhi replied slowly, "This is not good, not good!"

    "What do you mean, master?" Fahai asked tentatively.

    "We'll wait and see" Jiumozhi showed a contemptuous smile, "If these monks die again, then I'm afraid it will be Monk Daoxin himself who comes next time!"

    "" Monk Fahai was silent for a moment. He could understand Jiumoci's words, but the problem was that if he just let these damn bald donkeys go, what would he do with the gold and silver he had secretly hidden?  !

    " However, Monk Fahai's silence immediately gave the African Black Master an illusion.  He felt that the disciple he had accepted was really good. When he saw himself being beaten, he felt more excited than if he had been beaten himself!

    What is a confidant? This is a confidant!

    "Okay" After Monk Fahai stopped talking, Jiumozhi gave him a nod for the first time, "Disciple, think about it, why are these monks here?"

    Monk Fahai looked at Master Jiumozhi¡¯s words in confusion, why?  Of course it was because the Zen Buddhist monk Mingxin was killed. What else could be the reason?

    "That's right!" Jiumozhi continued, "Because Monk Mingxin was stabbed to death. Think about it again, why was Monk Mingxin stabbed to death?"

    "Of course it's because" Monk Fahai's eyes immediately lit up, "Master, I understand!"

    "It's good that you understand!" Jiumozhi twirled the rosary in his hand seriously, "It's wrong to kill people. We are all Buddhists. If we can avoid killing, don't kill. In this vast world, there are many  Things can't be done just by killing people!"

    Just when Jiumoz and Fahai were discussing these things.  Wukong and the others are also discussing them!

    "Kunlun slave, this is the first time I have seen this kind of Kunlun slave!"

    Unlike Huikong, who is a local bastard to the extreme, HP and Wukong are both people who have been to Chang'an City and have seen the big world. Well, although Kunlun slaves, that is, black people, are indeed a little rare, but Chang'an City  It¡¯s not like there isn¡¯t one!  For example, Wukong once saw two of them in Pei Ji's house!

    But tell the truth.  It was the first time for the two of them to meet the Kunlun slave who was a monk!

    "Huikong, if you want to see African Old BlackKunlun Slave, you should have told me!" Wukong smiled and said to Huikong, "Uncle, I will sell you directly to Black Africa. If you want to see  There are so many Kunlun slaves!"

    "Black Africa?" Huikong asked strangely.  "Where is that?"

    "Well!" Wukong said casually, "It's in India Tianzhu, which is southwest of the place where Monk Tang plans to go to get Buddhist scriptures. It will take a few months to get there by boat!"

    "Tianzhu, isn't it already to the Western Heaven?" Huikong felt that he simply couldn't accept Wukong's point of view. In this world, is there any place farther than the Western Heaven?  "Then how did Jiumozhi come to Yangzhou!"

    "Who knows?" Wukong shrugged his shoulders, "Maybe he was first abducted and trafficked to Tianfang by ArabTianfang human traffickers. Then he was abducted and trafficked by Dashi human traffickers from there to the Western Regions, and then sold to the Western Regions by human traffickers.  Maybe!"

    "Really?" Huikong, who had been brainwashed by Wukong since he was a child, did not doubt Wukong's words at all, "This great monk Jiumo Ci is really pitiful. He was betrayedSo many times!  "

    "Poor" Wukong sneered.  "What's so pitiful about this? If he were still alive in Africa, he probably wouldn't even have enough to eat. After being sold to us, you can tell by looking at his appearance as a nouveau riche that he has a lot to live for now.  How moisturizing! I¡¯ll bet you a penny, little kid, even if you send him back to Black Africa, he won¡¯t go back!¡±

    "Is Africa very poor?" Huikong asked again.

    "Well, basically" Wukong pondered for a moment, "There is almost no place in the Tang Dynasty that is poorer than Africa! I really don't have time right now, otherwise, I will bring a few with me.  He took a boat to Africa to get his uncle Hei, who had hundreds of dollars The Kunlun slaves came back and sold them and gave them a better life, which is definitely a great merit!"

    All right!  Human trafficking can be regarded as a great merit. It is estimated that such a shameless monk is Wukong himself!

    However, the shameless Wukong actually got one thing wrong. During the Sui, Tang, and even Qin and Han dynasties, these black uncles who appeared in China were actually not African black men, but natives of Southeast Asia. According to later sayings, they were called  The Negritos are closely related to the Pygmies, that is, the short monsters that appear in the game, holding blow darts, wearing huge masks, and two or three people stacked on top of each other.

    Yes, in fact, the Kunlun slave is the ancestor of the Indonesian monkeys more than a thousand years later, not the African black man!  After all, Africa is still too far away from China, and it is still very difficult for African black uncles to reach China alive!

    "Wukong, what do you mean by those words you just said in the room?" Before Wukong could decide whether to take people to Black Africa to get a few boats of Lao Hei to sell back, he heard HP ask, "  And why are you going to fight that great monk Jiumozhi?"

    "This" Wukong blinked.  "Of course it's because my hand slipped!"

    "Really?" HP turned to look at Wukong, his expressionless face very serious!

    "Yes, that's the reason!" Wukong replied shamelessly, "No matter who asks, it's the reason for me, Xiaona!"

    "Wukong, I'm asking you now, senior brother!" HP continued to look at Wukong seriously.

    "Okay," Wukong raised his hand, "Actually, I just plan to test him to see if he has anything to do with the unfortunate guy Mingxin being stabbed to death?"

    "Then what did you find out?" HP asked next.

    "Of course!" Wukong sneered, "This matter definitely has something to do with them. Even if it wasn't Master Jiu Moci's hand, it definitely has something to do with him!"

    After hearing Wukong's words, HP nodded silently, but Huikong on the side asked again, "Uncle Master, can you tell me how you tested him? Why didn't I hear it from beginning to end?  Did you hear that your words were a test?"

    "This matter" Wukong glanced sideways at Huikong, "Huikong, with your IQ, it's hard for me to explain it to you, Xiaoji!"

    ""

    The next morning.  Wukong finally met the great monks Yongxin and Wei Na Zhiming of Qiling Temple in the dining hall.  The appearance of this great monk who has exactly the same name as a certain Shaolin abbot in Wukong's impression is completely different from that of the Shaolin abbot with the same name. To put it simply, the whole person of this great monk Yongxin looks like the same person.  Like a short bamboo pole, not only is he not tall, but he is also skinny!

    But the great monk Wei Nazhiming is different. He is very burly, tall and fat. He is almost the complete opposite of the monk Yongxin.  All right.  If they work together to talk about cross talk, the effect will be great!

    And when they saw Wukong, the two great monks inevitably had expressions of surprise on their faces!

    At this time, although there are no precepts that expressly stipulate the age of a temple master, a young monk like Wukong who is only fifteen or sixteen seems a bit too young!

    In fact, religious followers are different from celebrities in the entertainment industry.  Celebrities eat the food of youth, which is basically worthless when they get old, while the magicians are just like the old military doctors posted on telephone poles, the old fortune tellers on the roadside, etc., what they eat is  Old man, if young people don¡¯t tell you whether you have ability or not, you won¡¯t be able to control yourself just by your looks!

    It seemed that Wukong didn¡¯t see the surprised expressions on the faces of these two great monks at all.  He looked familiar and waved to the two of them, "Hey, have you eaten?"

    The two senior monks felt that they did not understand what the young monk wanted to do by asking this question, and after hesitating for a moment.  ?The monk Yongxin clasped his hands and replied, "Old monk just came here, haven't you eaten yet?"

    "It's not good to eat!" Wukong exclaimed with admiration, "Only on an empty stomach can you enrich your soul. How about you two great monks, in order to enrich your soul and cultivate your sentiments, how about you two?  Follow Xiao Na and run towards the sunset"

    With that said, Wukong already made a gesture of running towards the outside of the courtyard, which immediately confused the minds of the two leading monks of Qiling Temple!

    Well, let¡¯s not talk about why they want to follow this little monk running towards the sunset. Monk Yongxin and Monk Zhiming looked up at the sun that had just risen. Even if they wanted to follow him, but this big  In the morning, how can this new little temple master run towards the sunset!

    "Oh, by the way" After running for two steps, Wukong stopped and turned around to look at the two of them, "Because little monsters will appear in Hangzhou recently. For the sake of world peace and the life and death of the earth, as an Oman with strange bones,  As a member of Terman, the heavy responsibility of beating the little monsters falls on my shoulders, so Xiaona and I are leaving Yangzhou for Hangzhou today. You don¡¯t need to look for me about the matters in Qiling Temple for the time being.  above!"

    After finishing speaking, Wukong slowly ran out of the dining hall. Monk Yongxin and Monk Zhiming looked at each other and confirmed that, well, the other party didn't understand a word just like himself!

    Is this little temple master sure there is nothing wrong with his head?

    ??While eating.  There were the most monks in the dining hall, so before Monk Yongxin and the others finished their meal, the matter of the new little temple master going to Hangzhou to "fight little monsters" for the purpose of "saving the earth" had already passed the law.  The words from Monk Hai¡¯s mouth reached Jiumozhi¡¯s ears!

    "This little temple master is going to Hangzhou?" Jiumozhi looked puzzled, "What is he doing in Hangzhou?"

    "Don't worry about what he is going to do" Monk Fahai looked excited, "I have inquired, he is going to Hangzhou alone this time, and neither of the two monks around him will follow him! You  Look. Are we"

    "Fahai, didn't I tell you?" Jiumozhi interrupted him in a slow tone, "When you do things, don't always think about using violence, you have to rely on your brain to do things!"

    "Then what do you think we should do, master?"

    "I heard that when the young monk came yesterday, he beat Ming Xing and the others in the front yard?" Jiumozhi continued to say in a slow tone.

    "That's right!" Fa Hai's face showed a look of gloating, "Ming Xing was stepped directly into the mud by that little bald donkey. Not to mention how embarrassed he looked like that!"

    "So" Jiumozhi calmly touched the curly hair on his head.  "Think about it, if Mingxing and the others have such bad tempers and make such a big mistake, how can they not hold a grudge? If what the old monk said is if, at this time, how could Mingxing and the others  Now that we know that this little temple master is going to Hangzhou, what do you think will happen?"

    "They will definitely kill you on the road!" Fahai chuckled, "In that case, we don't have to take action ourselves. We can kill that damn little monk!"

    "Do you think my purpose in becoming a teacher is to kill that young monk?" Jiumozhi shook his finger, "You are wrong, Fahai, think about it, if I wait for Mingxing and the others to do it,  If the evidence happens to 'accidentally' fall into our hands, then what can our Master Wiener Zhiming do?"

    "Oh!" Fahai gave Jiumoci a thumbs up.  "Gao, it's really high. Master, you have such a clever plan! In this way, you not only killed that little monk, but also caught that idiot Zhixing. Gao, it's really high!"

    "Since you know how to do it, why don't you do it quickly?" Although Jiumozhi was very happy to be photographed by Fa Hai, he still waved to Fa Hai calmly.  "Remember, don't let Ming Xing and the others know that this matter has something to do with us!"

    "Master, don't worry!" Fahai agreed, turned around and walked outside!

    "Go on, hurry up and try it!" He looked at the back of Fahai as he went out.  Jiu Moci said in a low voice, "Whether this nagging little monk is the temple master sent by the Zen sect, we can find out after this time!"

    Wukong, who had no idea that someone was planning to kill him behind his back, came out of the dining hall and ran towards the sunset back to his courtyard. After entering, he closed the door and kept away those who looked at him with curiosity or malice.  Outside the door!

    A quarter of an hour later, at a little after six o'clock in the morning, Wukong appeared alone at the door of the courtyard again, still wearing the same white suit he wore when eating in the morning.He is wearing monk robes and still holding a tin staff in his right hand, but the difference is that there is an extra small package in his left hand!

    "Okay, you go back, there's no need to send me off!" Wukong smiled and waved to the courtyard as if saying goodbye, "Don't worry, I will come back after defeating the little monster. You don't have to worry, for me  For such an Ultraman, no matter what kind of little monster they are, they are all scum!"

    After waving to the monk in the yard, Wukong carried the small package very coolly and walked towards the front yard of Qiling Temple!  In a courtyard behind Wukong, several monks including Mingxing, who had been stepped on by Wukong, were looking at him with hatred!

    "That's right, brother, look, this young monk has already walked towards the mountain gate. It seems that he is definitely going to Hangzhou!" One of the monks whispered!

    "How about it, let's fight him!" Another monk looked at Wukong's back and said eagerly.

    "Do it, why not do it!" Monk Mingxing pinched his fingers, "I have never been so humiliated in my life, and I must avenge this!"

    "Tell me, senior brother, what are you going to do?" a tall and round monk asked.

    ¡°If you ask me, kill him immediately!¡± A monk replied without hesitation, ¡°You dare to step on Brother Mingxing, you must kill him!¡±

    "But" a cautious monk said, "After all, this young monk is the temple master sent here. If we kill him, will it cause any trouble?"

    "It doesn't matter, this little monk will definitely know how to walk by water!" The monk who suggested killing Wukong replied without hesitation, "I have a good relationship with the people from the Baling Gang. We can borrow a boat, and then we can follow it secretly. Wait until today.  I touched his boat at night and killed him directly. His body sank into the canal without anyone noticing, what's the trouble?"

    "But" the cautious monk said, "you saw it yesterday, this little monk is quite good at fighting!"

    "What can we plan?" The monk replied without hesitation, "No matter how good he is in fighting, how can he defeat seven or eight of us by himself? Besides, if we want to attack him, how can we not bring weapons! Brother Mingxing,  how do you say?"

    "Do it, do it to death! You must kill him!" Monk Mingxing looked at Wukong with sparks in his eyes, "I can't sleep until this little bald donkey dies!"

    ps: Well, I broke my promise again, because Feng Chui worked overtime the first night and drank alcohol the second night, and drank straight away.  So I can¡¯t code words. I also want to tell you some good news. After almost two months of busy work, a case in Feng Chui¡¯s hands has finally been solved. For a long time to come, I won¡¯t be as busy as before!  Updates are finally working!

    In addition, from tomorrowwell, from today until next Monday, Fengchui can rest. Well, forget it today. Fengchui plans to sleep well all day, so he should be able to have a normal two-in-one chapter at night.  , for three consecutive days starting from tomorrow, it will be 12,000 to pay off the debt!

    Wa hahaha!  It feels so good to be able to sleep in without restraint!  The above ps are free!
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