"Master, why don't you secretly go back to Tianyin Temple and get the baby back to me? Let me see what the baby looks like and what's magical about it? In this case, I will be more motivated to practice! You
Tell me if you are Master?"
When Su Lin said this, he stared at Monk Jue Chen's body without blinking. As long as there was the slightest mistake, he would run away for his life.
"If you throw me something that can be bought casually on the street to fool me, and those young people who sell martial arts tips on the street, when they see a silly-looking young man, they throw over a copy of "Sunflower Collection", "Tathagata"
"Palm of God" or something like that, what is the difference between the liar who said that the important task of guarding the peace of the universe is left to you? Master, times are changing, there are fewer fools, people's wisdom is improving, and the professional standards of the magicians must be improved. If it doesn't work,
If so, you go back to the headquarters to go to class and study? It just so happens that you can take that baby out for me, no, take it out. It belongs to me anyway, don’t you think so?"
Something happened that surprised Su Lin. This time, Monk Juechen was not angry.
Instead, he looked at Su Lin, thought about it seriously, and said, "It makes sense."
Hearing what Monk Juechen said, Su Lin couldn't help but said with great joy: "So, Master, do you agree with my suggestion?"
"I disagree!" Monk Juechen shook his head and said, "Although what you said is very reasonable, the matter with the poor monk who disagrees has nothing to do with you!"
"I——!" A mouthful of blood on Sulin's chest almost spurted out at Monk Juechen's words.
He felt that all his efforts just now were in vain, and all his words and words were wasted.
It was as if he was attacking with a punch, but ended up hitting Cotton. Cotton was fine, but he was half-dead from the pressure and almost suffered internal injuries.
"Master, you, how can you be so shameless? Can you stand up to me?" Su Lin angrily scolded.
"Why can't the poor monk do this?" Monk Juechen said, "The poor monk is not only your master, but also your savior! As for the things I want to give you, when you have the strength, the poor monk will naturally take you to get them.
!”
Of course, Monk Juechen would not tell Su Lin that what he was going to pick up was the most valuable treasure of Tianyin Temple.
"Okay! I've said everything that needs to be said!" Monk Juechen looked at Su Lin and said, "You alone have had the kind of power you have from ancient times to the present, so no one can help you! Poor!
The monk is not good, and neither is the Shenji Taoist. What you can rely on is yourself! When your strength reaches the requirements, the poor monk will take you to the treasure. As for what the treasure is like and whether it is powerful, the poor monk
I can tell you that it is very powerful, and with it, you can stand at the top of the world."
Hearing what Monk Juechen said, Su Lin's eyes couldn't help but light up slightly and said, "Really?"
"I'm new to other monks, but you and I don't believe it!" Su Lin did not give Monk Juechen any face.
"You——!" Su Lin's words almost broke Monk Juechen's immovable Zen.
Monk Juechen was afraid that he would be too angry when chatting with Su Lin and could not help but beat Su Lin to death, so he did not move to Zen.
However, Su Lin's words actually made him have the idea that even Fudou Zen could not suppress his desire to kill.
Su Lin looked at the relief of the Arhat behind Monk Juechen and sighed softly: "Master, I don't understand it now. Tell me, why should this world be divided into right and wrong, and why should it be divided into good and evil? Why do people need to love?
Why hate? Life is short, just like passing clouds. What are we pursuing in this life? Is it secular power or our own strength? Is it to punish evil and promote good, or to pursue the self? If the sky really has eyes
, I think he should open his eyes and take a good look at the world. See that there are so many despicable, shameless, cruel and cruel bad people in the world, and there are also good people like me who are simple, kind and insist on their ideals. The bad people send them to hell, like me
The good people let them enjoy all the happiness in the world..."
"Speak humanly!" Monk Juechen couldn't help but interrupt Su Lin as he listened to Su Lin's self-indulgence, self-praise and self-expression.
People want face, trees want bark.
He felt that he was shameless enough, but every time he met Su Lin, Su Lin refreshed the lower limit of his understanding of shamelessness.
Because this guy Su Lin has never gone out with his face, and I don’t know where he usually hides his face.
"Oh, actually I don't have any other intentions!" Su Lin said, "Everyone is so busy, and time is very precious. Since Master, you don't give me any treasures for self-defense, then you can just give me some other things.
For example, some martial arts secret books such as "Eighteen Palms for Subduing the Dragon", "Six Meridians Divine Sword" and so on. I don't have high requirements. Although I can't practice it, I can practice it for my woman and my brother!
You also know that I have provoked some people, and if they don’t have the ability to protect themselves, I’m really worried!”
Monk Juechen listened to Su Lin's words and frowned: "I think you have read too much martial arts, poor monk. There is no "Eighteen Palms to Subdue the Dragon" here, but there is "Six Sales of Gods", do you want it?"
"Yes, why not?" Su Lin said.
At the end, he added: "There can't really be "Six Meridians Divine Sword", right? I made it up!"
"The poor monk is talking about "Six Selling Gods"!"
"..."
"Master, are you going to give it to me or not?" Su Lin asked, "I admit that I have selfish motives, but who doesn't have selfish motives? I have offended so many people, and the group935 organization often sends people to kill me, as well as overseas groups.
That old immortal Xiuxie Lao is also determined to die. If he comes to kill me, what will I do? If he uses the people around me to threaten me to commit suicide, do you think I should commit suicide?"
"..."
Monk Juechen was speechless because he found that he had no way to refute Su Lin.
"well--!"
He sighed, and finally took out two books from his arms. Before he could speak, Su Lin rushed over, grabbed them and held them in his arms, saying, "Thank you, Master!"
After saying that, he turned around and left.
Monk Jue Chen's chest was heaving up and down, obviously he was very angry.
It's too obvious that Su Lin is tearing down the donkey and burning the bridge across the river. Is he so sure that he won't beg him in the future?
Not long after, Su Lin suddenly ran back. He looked at Monk Juechen with a look of shame and anger, held up a secret book in his hand, and said angrily: "Master, did you get the wrong one?"