One person: Became a disciple of Shaolin Temple and instantly learned 72 Shaolin skills.

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Wang Qing sat cross-legged in a rocking chair, head down, holding his phone in both hands, intently operating it while muttering curses under his breath.

"These idiots, do they even know how to play?"

"If you don't know how to play, go play against bots. Don't come to ranked matches and ruin other people's games. Damn it, you idiot, you're in a team fight and you're still pushing lanes."

After a struggle, the sound of a crystal exploding came from the phone.

"A bunch of idiots." Wang Qing angrily threw his phone on the table, picked up a crystal-clear grape from the plate, and popped it into his mouth.

After chewing for a while, I spat out the grape skins.

Two days have passed since Xiao Zizai fell into demonic possession, and Shaolin Temple has returned to its former peace and tranquility.

The only difference was that curses would occasionally emanate from the Medicine King's Courtyard of Shaolin Temple, followed by a deluge of curses, making the Medicine King's Courtyard as noisy as a vegetable market.

These were all people injured by Xiao Zizai, and they stayed at the Medicine King's Hospital to receive treatment.

Xiao Zizai could not possibly stay in the Medicine King's Courtyard, otherwise no one could guarantee that these people wouldn't do something to him.

So after treatment, Xiao Zizai, who was wrapped up like a rice dumpling, can only lie in his room to recover.

Wang Qing kept his word and made sure Xiao Zizai stayed in bed for several months as he had said.

Xiao Zizai brought this upon himself. Now he is seriously injured, with many bones broken throughout his body, making it impossible for him to get out of bed.

"Crench!"

The door to Xiao Zizai's room at the end of the corridor was pushed open.

Bao Wen, who had just finished changing Xiao Zizai's dressing, came out of the room.

Now that Xiao Zizai is unable to take care of himself, Jie Kong is somewhat uneasy about letting others take care of him, so Bao Wen is the only one who can take care of him.

As for Wang Qing, let's not even talk about whether he agrees or not.

Even Xiao Zizai is terrified of him now and would rather stay away from Wang Qing than let him take care of him.

Before that incident, Bao Wen certainly had no complaints, but now that this has happened, his attitude towards Xiao Zizai has changed, and he is naturally not very willing to take care of him.

However, he couldn't disobey his master's words, which made him feel a little uneasy.

Seeing that Wang Qing was living such a leisurely life, he quickly walked over to Wang Qing's side, picked up the teapot on the table, and gulped down the tea.

This left Wang Qing, who was standing to the side, completely stunned.

"Senior brother, what's wrong? You seem a little unhappy."

“Bao Chan, why didn’t you know to hold back back then? Now your senior brother is suffering. I’ll have to change that guy’s dressing every few days.”

Bao Wen complained to Wang Qing with a bitter face.

“If you don’t want to change Brother Baojing’s dressing, then just have someone else do it.”

Wang Qing said dismissively.

“No, Master said he doesn’t trust anyone else and insists that I come.” Bao Wen shook his head helplessly.

"Since that's what Master said, there's nothing I can do. You'd better pray for yourself."

Wang Qing shrugged, indicating that he was unable to help.

Bao Wen glared at Wang Qing and said, "That's why I told you not to lift him so heavy. It would be better if he could move on his own. Right now, he can't move at all."

Seeing this, Wang Qing explained helplessly, "Senior brother, if I hadn't used such force, do you think those old monks would have let him off so easily in that situation? If it weren't to avoid putting Master in a difficult position, I wouldn't have bothered to intervene."

If these old monks were to take action, Xiao Zizai would probably be in grave danger.

Don't tell me that monks can't kill. If someone really wants your life, they don't care whether they can kill or not.

At most, they'll just say "Amitabha" to you afterwards and that's it.

Xiao Zizai injured so many people back then, many of whom were their disciples and grand-disciples. The reason they didn't choose to take direct action was out of respect for Jie Kong, letting him handle it himself.

If the problem can't be solved, then these old monks will definitely resort to violence.

Therefore, Xiao Zizai has to suffer a bit.

Of course, Wang Qing also harbored a bit of revenge in his heart, since Xiao Zizai had tried to kill him before.

"Hearing you say that, it does seem to make sense." Bao Wen nodded thoughtfully.

"By the way, senior brother, where did Master go? I haven't seen him all day." Wang Qing asked curiously when he didn't see Jie Kong today.

"Where else could they have gone? They probably went to the main hall to discuss how to handle Bao Jing's matter. I wonder how the discussion went."

Bao Wen picked up a grape and popped it into his mouth.

After experiencing such an incident, Xiao Zizai absolutely could not stay at Shaolin Temple any longer.

As for how to handle it, we'll have to wait until Jiekong returns to find out.

Said that Cao Cao Cao Cao arrived.

Just as the two mentioned Jie Kong, Jie Kong walked in from outside the courtyard.

Upon seeing this, Bao Wen immediately went to greet him and asked directly, "Master, how did the discussion go?"

Jie Kong said with a headache, "What else can we do? Bao Jing definitely can't stay here any longer. The temple was originally thinking of crippling his cultivation, but I have no choice but to risk everything to save him."

"Huh? He did something like that and you're still protecting him, Master?" Bao Wen said, somewhat displeased.

"Alright, he's still your junior brother no matter what. Baowen, pack your things, we're leaving tomorrow," Jiekong instructed Baowen.

"Master, where are we going?" Baowen asked with a puzzled look.

“I’m going to Lingyin Temple. I’ll be the abbot there,” Jie Kong replied.

"Why do we have to go to Lingyin Temple all of a sudden?"

"Do you think protecting Bao Jing comes at a price? My becoming the abbot of Lingyin Temple is one of the costs. If you don't want to go, you can stay here." Jie Kong glanced at Bao Wen, but still explained the situation truthfully.

"No, that won't do. I'll go wherever Master goes. I'll go pack my things right now," Bao Wen said hurriedly, then remembered Xiao Zizai, "What about Bao Jing? What should we do with her?"

"What else can we do? We'll take him with us. Do you really want to leave him here alone?" Jie Kong said irritably.

"Ok."

Bao Wen still couldn't escape the fate of taking care of Xiao Zizai.

Seeing that the three of them were all going to Lingyin Temple, Wang Qing hurriedly asked, "Master, you're all going to Lingyin Temple, what about me? Can I go with you?"

His closest friends at Shaolin Temple were Jie Kongbao and a few others. Now that they had all left, Wang Qing didn't really want to stay there any longer.

“You can’t go to Lingyin Temple,” Jie Kong said bluntly.

"Why?" Wang Qing was immediately confused. Why could you all go but I couldn't?

“Baochan, your master has no choice. This is the temple’s requirement. However, I know that you probably can’t stay on this mountain any longer. You’ve been wild enough on the mountain for the past two years. So, while you’re still young, why don’t you go down the mountain and study?”

Wang Qing thought about it and agreed. He had been living a carefree life at Shaolin Temple for almost three years, and it was time to go home and visit his family.

Besides, I've already learned all the martial arts I needed to learn, so there doesn't seem to be anything left for me to miss about Shaolin.

So he nodded and agreed, "Alright then, I'll go home and take a look."

"Alright, you should pack your things too." Jie Kong said and was about to walk inside when he suddenly remembered something and turned back to say, "By the way, you have to go back to Shaolin every year from now on."

"What are you coming back for?" Wang Qing asked, somewhat puzzled.

"Go ask your senior uncles, these are their requirements," Jie Kong said impatiently. He had humbled himself quite a bit today to plead for Xiao Zizai, and his Buddhist resolve had been almost worn away over the years.

“Okay, okay, it’s just taking some time to come back, it’s no big deal.” Wang Qing nodded in agreement.

After Jie Kong left.

Wang Qing picked up his phone from the table again and dialed a number.

The call was connected soon.

"You little brat, what brings you to call me today?"

The voice of Wang Weiguo, the father, came through the phone, full of energy.

"Dad, that's a bit hurtful. Even if I'm busy, I can still call you," Wang Qing said lazily, picking at his ear.

"Spit it out if you have something to say, I'm busy right now," Wang Weiguo said bluntly.

"Busy exchanging pleasantries with his secretary."

"Are you going to tell me or not? If you don't, I'm hanging up."

"No, no, no, I meant to say that you could ask Brother Du to pick me up tomorrow."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Wenguo's excited shout came from the other end of the phone, "Hahaha, you've finally met your match! You've been kicked out of Shaolin Temple!"

Wang Qing could easily picture Wang Weiguo's gloating expression on the other end of the phone.

"Think what you want. Tell him to wait for me at the foot of the mountain tomorrow morning," Wang Qing said nonchalantly.

Hang up the phone directly.