"Hitting people?" Su Lin was stunned, and then said: "What kind of skill is beating people? I can also hit people, and I hit people even more brutally! This is my specialty!"
"You'd better wash up and go home and sleep early!" Su Lin waved his hand, then looked at Taoist Shenji and said: "Master, just accept me! I know that to recruit disciples in our lineage, we must have men.
He is handsome and the girl is beautiful. You see Si Yin is so pretty, but I am not bad at all. People say that I am better than Takeshi Kaneshiro and on par with Daniel Wu. I will definitely not disgrace you!"
"Ah?" Hearing Taoist Shenji's words, Su Lin suddenly looked happy. Happiness came so suddenly that Su Lin didn't know what to do.
But after hearing Taoist Shenji's words, the mad monk Juechen gave up. Su Lin was the person he liked, how could he let others take it away?
"Stinky Taoist, what do you mean?" asked the mad monk Juechen.
"It's not interesting!" The corners of Taoist Shenji's mouth turned up slightly, and he looked very proud. Every time he was half-irritated by this fat monk, this time, it was finally his turn to feel proud.
"You want to fight?" asked the mad monk Jue Chen.
"Infinite Heavenly Lord, don't be angry. Anger hurts your liver. We are all civilized people. Don't fight easily. As for who to choose as master, it depends on this little friend's own choice!"
"Amitabha, you are right!" The mad monk Juechen suddenly lost his anger and said in the name of Buddha. However, what he did made Taoist Shenji confused.
The crazy monk Jue Chen ignored Taoist Shenji, but looked at Su Lin and said fiercely: "If you dare to choose him, the poor monk will beat you every time he sees you! You know, the poor monk is with this smelly Taoist priest,
Therefore, every time you see him, the poor monk will whip you."
Hearing the fat monk's words, Su Lin's heart skipped a beat. Although Su Lin could not feel the slightest hint of threat from the two of them, Su Lin knew that this was because he was not strong enough.
Since the fat monk and the thin Taoist priest are both cultivators, their strength must be far greater than his. If the fat monk wanted to beat him, it would be an absolute breeze.
Su Lin couldn't help but look at Taoist Shenji, and asked pitifully: "Master, if the apprentice is bullied, master, should you——!"
Su Lin was interrupted before he finished speaking.
The crazy monk Juechen said directly: "Amitabha, the smelly Taoist priest is often beaten by the poor monk, he can't beat the poor monk!"
The fat monk's words immediately choked Su Lin back. However, Su Lin still asked without giving up: "Master, is what the fat monk said true?"
"Ahem——!" Taoist Shenji blushed for a rare time, coughed dryly, and said: "Well, everyone has their own specialties. Compared to fighting, I am better at other things!"
"Such as pretending to be cool, pretending to be a magician, and deceiving others!" said the mad monk Juechen, "These poor monks are indeed inferior to you!"
Taoist Shenji's words were a disguised admission that he was not as strong as the fat monk. At this time, Sulin's eyes also lit up.
"division--!"
He was just about to switch to them, but before he could say anything, he was interrupted by the mad monk Jue Chen.
"Amitabha, I am merciful. Since the donor is not willing to worship the poor monk as his teacher, the poor monk will not force it. I will say goodbye now. We will never see each other again!"
After saying this, Su Lin only felt a figure flash past, and then, the fat monk disappeared from his eyes.
Su Lin looked around, then turned to Shen Siyin and asked, "Where's the fat monk? Have you seen him? Have you seen where he went?"
"No!" Shen Siyin shook her head. To be honest, she didn't see the fat monk's movements clearly, and then he disappeared.
Su Lin asked Taoist Shenji again: "Master, have you seen the fat monk? Have you seen her? You must have seen him. I know. Tell me, where is he?"
"If you want to find him, you have to work hard on your own. Even the experienced Taoist can't help you!" Taoist Shenji said.
If Su Lin hadn't known that he couldn't defeat this wise old man, he would have tortured him to force him to reveal the whereabouts of the fat monk.
However, he still rummaged through everything in the small Shaxian snack shop, inside and outside, up and down. Unfortunately, let alone a monk, except for the bald head lying on the ground, there was no one else. No one is bald anymore.
Su Lin was unwilling to give in, ran to the door of Shaxian Snacks, and then started to curse: "You old bald donkey, do you have any patience? Do you have any credibility? You said you wanted to accept me as your disciple, so you should accept me quickly. Ah, don’t you just want to accept me as a disciple? How can it be so easy to accept a disciple? Among them, the masters of the protagonists are not crying and holding the disciple’s thigh, asking for it a hundred times if it doesn’t work. A thousand times, if one day doesn't work, then come a hundred days, a year or two. Can you just persist for a while? When I don't agree, don't you know how to slap me twice and kick me twice?"
Su Lin felt that he was so wronged that he almost cried. His eyes were red, and he shouted loudly: "Godfather, where are you?"
Su Lin had finished scolding and venting his anger. Unfortunately, the fat monk didn't come out and he couldn't find him.
Suddenly, Su Lin's eyes lit up, and he decided to go back and beg the Taoist Shenji again. Maybe he would be soft-hearted, so he told himself.
If that didn't work, he would act coquettishly and work hard. If that didn't work, Su Lin would decide to be aggressive and stalk him. He didn't believe that the old man could handle it.
"Hey, where is the old Taoist priest?" Su Lin walked into the Shaxian snack shop and found that the old Taoist was no longer there. Only Shen Simin was holding a book with an ancient flavor in his hand.
"Gone!" Shen Siyin replied.
"Left?" Su Lin looked furious, "How could he leave? He hasn't told me how to find the fat monk yet, how could he just leave like that?"
"How can he be a Taoist priest when he has no spirit of helping others? I just said that all monks and Taoist priests are liars, big liars, and don't have any good things at all! It's true!"
Su Lin was very distressed, so distressed that he wanted to bang his head against the wall.
He really wanted to catch the fat monk and ask him to accept him as his disciple. As long as the fat monk agreed to accept his beauty as his disciple, he could not only call him master, but even godfather - others could recognize him for a little money. Godfather, in order to become a cultivator and improve my strength, what's the harm in calling me godfather?
Su Lin doesn't mind, really, he doesn't mind at all.
(ps: Su Lindao: "It's Monday, godfathers, please give me some monthly tickets and recommended tickets!")