||->-> Chapter 378 of the main text recognizes the master

Wu Zhanzhan burst out laughing. () As for him, Li Qingdong is embarrassed to say that he is thin-skinned? At a young age, he was abducted and deceived everywhere, and he talked nonsense, and it is estimated that the cheeky skin has caught up with the city wall.

Ding Ermiao rubbed his chin and said, "Then ......, who is the apprentice of the master uncle, that is, your master?" Over the years, my master has also been to the Hong Kong government, but I have inquired many times, and I have not heard any news about the master and his descendants. My master still thought that the first branch of Maoshan had fallen, and he often sighed. ”

Li Qingdong shook his head suddenly, and said, "My master is low-key, and he never reveals his identity as a disciple of Maoshan outside. Moreover, my master didn't let me say his name, but just asked me to report the name of my ancestor Lin Fengjiao, and say that he was his apprentice. ”

"Your master is so weird?" Wu Zhanzhan asked, "Is he still alive?" ”

"Dead." Li Qingdong shook his head again and said:

"Actually, I'm a mainlander, and I've always watched fortune-telling for a living. Ten years ago, I went to the Hong Kong government to make money, met my master, and became friends. Five years ago, before the old guy died, he stuffed me with this abacus and a few broken books, and I became a disciple of Maoshan......"

&nb-wan-book¢bar-small-say-sp; Listening to Li Qingdong's tone, he seemed to be very unhappy about his status as a disciple of Maoshan.

Wu Zhanzhan suddenly became vigilant, stared at Li Qingdong and said, "Then did you come back this time for the position of the head of Maoshan?" ”

Next year's Dragon Boat Festival is the 20-year Maoshan **** period, and the three branches of Maoshan will each send their successors to compete for the position of the head of Maoshan.

Li Qingdong has been making a living in the Hong Kong government and cheating money, and coming back at this time will naturally arouse Wu Zhanzhan's vigilance.

Because Wu Zhanzhan had already held his breath, he wanted to overwhelm the second branch of Maoshan in next year's big competition, seize the Great Seal of the Lingbao Law Division, become the head of the Maoshan Sect, and continue to be in charge of the Xuyun Temple in the name of justice.

Ding Ermiao was already difficult to deal with, but now there is another Li Qingdong who can pinch and calculate, and can escape, Wu Zhanzhan feels pressure.

"Hehe, may I ask Uncle Wu, I am also a disciple of Maoshan, do I have the qualifications to participate in the ****?" Li Qingdong said with a smile:

"Although the Hong Kong government is a prosperous place, it is full of gold. But if I want to earn money, I have to run from house to house. I suddenly figured out that if I could become the head of Maoshan and take over the Xuyun Temple, I would make a fortune. Sitting at home every day fooling people, counting money until your hands cramp! ”

"...... you, in your eyes, the head of Maoshan is used to cheat money and collect money?" Wu Zhanzhan was angry, and he felt funny when he thought about it.

Ding Ermiao slapped Li Qingdong on the shoulder, staggered Li Qingdong, and said, "Old liar, if you want to be the head of Maoshan, pass me first." Come on, let's compare and match with our uncle and nephew, and I'll let you have one hand! But I can make it clear to you, you have to be mentally prepared for a hundred days. ”

Li Qingdong hurriedly waved his hand, and said with a smile: "Two uncles, I'm just talking about playing." At my age, with old arms and legs, can I beat you? The head of Maoshan is also not attractive to me. I still have seven years to live, and every day I open my eyes, I have one less day, what do I want to do with all this false name? ”

Wu Zhanzhan thought about it for a while, and what Li Qingdong said also made sense. An old man in his twilight years, what position will he covet?

"Then what are you doing when you come back this time?" Ding Ermiao asked.

"Hehe, I calculated that the two uncles were in trouble, and I came to save you from the sea of suffering." Li Qingdong straightened his beard and was triumphant.

Ding Ermiao raised his foot and was about to kick again, but Li Qingdong was so frightened that he hid behind Wu Zhanzhan.

"Uncle Shi, don't fight, I'll be honest, right? In fact, I often come back, when I came back five years ago, I also did a trick in the backyard of the villa of the rich family in Wantong, uncle, you know. Li Qingdong put away his old and unserious expression, and said with a straight face:

"When I came back this time, one was to go through the relocation procedures for my wife and children and take them to live in Hong Kong; The other is to follow Master's last words and return to the mainland to find a successor. I only have seven years to live, and I have to arrange things after my death, and I can't let the first branch of Maoshan be broken in my hands, right? ”

Subsequently, Li Qingdong briefly talked about his family situation and the process of apprenticeship. Ding Ermiao and Wu Zhanzhan completely dispelled their doubts about Li Qingdong.

It turned out that this old guy's family lived in Jinling City, and there were old women and three sons and a lot of grandchildren at home......

"Why can't I turn it on with your abacus?" Ding Ermiao held Li Qingdong's heavenly machine and asked.

Li Qingdong hurriedly took the Tianji disk back, flicked it a few times, wrapped it carefully with a black cloth, and put it in his backpack again, and then said: "Uncle Shi, can Zhu Bajie play with Sun Wukong's golden hoop stick?" ”

"Your uncle, if you open your mouth, you want to take advantage of me, but it's also your uncle, you dare to say that I am Zhu Bajie!" Ding Ermiao's seven orifices were smoking, chasing Li Qingdong and kicking him.

"I'm making an analogy...... Li Qingdong hid behind Wu Zhanzhan again, and said: "The three branches of Maoshan have their own magic weapons, and when they are passed on to their disciples, they need magic weapons to recognize the master, and they can't be used unless they are their masters." Doesn't Uncle Shi know this truth? ”

"I ......, of course I know!" Ding Ermiao glared at Li Qingdong and said, "I'm testing you to see if you are a fake Maoshan disciple." ”

said it brightly, but Ding Ermiao was wondering in his heart. Why didn't the master mention this to himself?

When I took 10,000 people down the mountain, I didn't go through any procedures or sacrifices to recognize the Lord, so didn't I just pick it up and use it?

There is also a very suspicious point, the impermanence of the third branch of Maoshan and the heavenly machine disk of the first branch are both magic weapons that have been passed down for thousands of years, and they are extremely powerful.

And his own 10,000 people were beheaded, but they were created by their ancestors, and it was more than 100 years old. When it comes to power and ingenuity, they are far inferior to the Impermanence Rope and the Heavenly Machine, what is the reason?

Could it be that the second branch of Maoshan where he is located does not have a powerful magic weapon that has been handed down?

"That's it." Wu Zhanzhan also looked at Ding Ermiao with a little surprise, and said: "It's like my impermanence rope, it's useless for you to hold it in your hands." Not only you, even if my master takes it back now, you will have to re-confess the Lord before you can use it. ”

Ding Ermiao laughed and said: "Yes, yes, yes......, in fact, my 10,000 beheadings are also ...... by recognizing the Lord."

Although it is a lie, but in this way, Ding Ermiao thinks it is more face-saving. Otherwise, Li Qingdong and Wu Zhanzhan would laugh at themselves and say that they didn't know the rules of Maoshan.

"Uncle Ding, you lie!" Li Qingdong straightened his beard and laughed, and said:

"The 10,000 slash in your hand can only be regarded as a killing weapon, at most half a magic weapon. The real Maoshan second magic weapon is not the broken sword in your hand at all! ”