One person: Second-hand summer grass helps me practice

Qin Shiyue walked to a secluded place.

He took out his cell phone and called Master Jiekong.

"You little bastard, you've been quite good at making trouble lately."

As soon as the call was connected, Master Jiekong's voice came out.

"Master, I'm not the one causing the trouble. All the troubles are caused by me. And the fundamental reason why Wang Ai, the old coffin-buster, came to me is because of the mess in Shaolin. Those bald donkeys are really stubborn!"

As Qin Shiyue spoke, a hint of ferocity flashed in her eyes.

He has endured the affairs of Shaolin for a long time. In the past, he did not have the strength and could only bow his head and endure it.

Fortunately, Master Jiekong is not a pushover. Every time Shaolin causes trouble, Master Jiekong will make the other party pay the price.

After a while, both Master Jiekong and Shaolin suffered damage.

The two sides were evenly matched in the game.

But Shaolin is a thousand-year-old temple with a profound heritage. Relatively speaking, their damage is much smaller than that of Master Jiekong.

Master Jiekong was born in Shaolin Temple, so there are many things that Master Jiekong cannot do too much.

Otherwise it would be a disrespect to one's teacher and ancestors.

Now that Qin Shiyue has the strength, if he can’t deal with the old Taoist priest, he can’t deal with Shaolin either!

Others are afraid of being labeled as a traitor to their teacher and ancestors, but Qin Shiyue is not.

Moreover, he has already made up his mind that when the time comes, he will set up his own business so as not to implicate Master Jiekong.

Master Jiekong's good reputation over the years has been half destroyed by that second disciple.

Qin Shiyue, the little disciple, doesn't want to destroy the remaining half with his own hands.

"Alas, Shaolin has indeed gone too far in the past two years. Don't worry about this matter. I will make them pay the price."

Master Jie Kong heard the resentment in Qin Shiyue's words, and he sighed, then spoke in the same indignant tone.

"Master, you don't need to worry about this matter. I will personally take back what Shaolin did. And in the final analysis, they were the ones who were wrong. When the time comes, let's just point it out. I want to see if Shaolin still has the face to do it."

Qin Shiyue spoke in a firm tone.

"Silly boy, do you think those people care about this? If they care about face, there won't be such a thing as a flourishing Buddhist sect, and I won't have to care about it? What's the matter? Have you grown wings?"

Master Jiekong spoke unhappily.

"It's not very hard, but it's enough! Anyway, there will be no problem in dealing with those old immortals!"

When Qin Shiyue said this, his words were full of confidence.

"Oh, yes, yes, you can even injure that old man Zhang Zhiwei. Those people are definitely not your opponents."

Master Jiekong still spoke unhappily.

"You know all this? Have you also placed spies in Longhu Mountain?"

Qin Shiyue was a little surprised when he heard this. He didn't expect that Master Jiekong knew about this matter.

"What are you talking about! How can I, a monk, plant spies in the Taoist den? How can that be justified?"

"Perhaps, Buddhism and Taoism are also colleagues, and colleagues are enemies. It has always been normal to place spies between enemies since ancient times!"

"Get lost! Stop thinking about it. I'll tell you straight away. It was that old bull nose Zhang Zhiwei who told me. My goodness, don't we know how glorious it is to be beaten by a younger generation? The old guy was quite excited when he told me."

When Master Jiekong said this, he was obviously speechless towards Zhang Zhiwei.

Qin Shiyue's forehead was filled with black lines when he heard this. Wow, this was really unexpected. It turned out that the old master said it himself.

"Also, did you cure Old Tian? Good boy! You are amazing! Come back as soon as the Luotian Grand Ceremony is over. I, the old monk, can finally borrow the help of your disciple."

Master Jiekong's words completely confused Qin Shiyue.

The reason why he didn't tell his master about this was to give his master a surprise. After all, his master's birthday was coming soon, and Qin Shiyue wanted to use this matter as a thank-you gift to Master Jiekong.

Only Old Tian and the old Taoist priest knew that Old Tian was cured, so it goes without saying who told Master Jiekong.

Qin Shiyue shook her back teeth and said in a depressed tone, "This old Taoist priest, I think he is called Old Quick-Talker! How come he blurts out everything? I wanted to give you a surprise!"

"Hahaha, you don't know this, don't you? Zhang Zhiwei, that old fellow, used to be nicknamed Zhang Dazui. His mouth, as the Northeastern dialect says, is looser than the waist of his cotton pants."

Master Jiekong laughed and spoke.

It's rare to see his little disciple being humiliated, so one can imagine how Master Jiekong feels, it's quite beautiful.

"Alright, alright, Master, I won't say any more. The Luotian Dajiao competition is about to start. You should be careful during this period. The Wang family's people who came to Longhu Mountain were injured and disabled. This feud is over. They can't cause trouble for me, but they are likely to cause trouble for you."

Qin Shiyue glanced at the time and spoke seriously.

"Boy, do I need to teach you this? Anyway, you should pay attention to it yourself. When Master's cultivation is restored, it's time to go back and take a look. As time goes by, your Master will be dead in some people's hearts. I have to help them find their memories!"

Although Master Jiekong's words were plain, Qin Shiyue could indeed feel what was implied in them.

"Master! Aren't you afraid of being accused of betraying your teacher and ancestors?"

"Oh! Bullying your master and destroying your ancestors? I'll go back, old man, and that position will be mine! What do you mean bullying your master and destroying your ancestors? I am the grandmaster! Who will bully your master and destroy your ancestors in the future? That's enough! I'm hanging up!"

Master Jie Kong's domineering words made Qin Shiyue Lei burnt on the outside and tender on the inside.

Even hearing the busy tone on the phone, he was a little dazed.

Over the years, he has been thinking about many things in the wrong way! Master Jiekong seems to not worry about his reputation at all.

Judging from what he said, if the strength is restored, Shaolin will probably change its owner!

If that's the case, it'll be fun!

Qin Shiyue now really wishes that the Luotian Grand Ceremony would end soon so that she could return to Lingyin Temple to help Master Jiekong recover his cultivation.

Then follow Master Jie Kong to Shaolin to cause trouble! Master Jie Kong takes the lead, and the scene is really exciting just thinking about it!

Qin Shiyue was in a good mood at the moment! Naturally, she was in high spirits.

He arrived at the right time. The referee had just announced the contestants when Qin Shiyue walked in.

"You bald ass! You just wait for me today!"

Feng Shayan, who had been standing in the arena for a long time, looked at Qin Shiyue angrily, her eyes seemed to be on fire.