As a traverser, he has a reliable master of the innate realm, and the strongest backer in the martial arts, Shaolin Temple.

Zhao Zimo rarely pays attention to the protagonist's affairs.

Because the long road is long, karma and results are all fate!

In some aspects, he already takes care of Zhang Junbao and Dong Tianbao very much, so that they don't have to go to the firewood room every day to boil water, nor do they have to wash other people's clothes, but only let them practice hard and go further than before.

But Dong Tianbao's heart is still a problem after all, he can't read the Buddhist scriptures, and he can't calm down.

After all, his heart is to be strong and strong, and he can't completely change his fate because of Zhao Zimo's few words.

Although he and Zhang Junbao had already entered the Dharma Academy, Dong Tianbao also fought hard because he learned excellent kung fu, and disabled a senior brother.

When the two of them were surrounded by Shaolin disciples, Zhao Zimo, as their junior uncle and ancestor, also rushed over......

His skin is white and red, crystal clear, just like jade, Zhao Zimo is definitely the most obvious one among the many monks, when he came over, the crowd dispersed, let him walk in.

"Little Uncle Ancestor!" Many monks clasped their hands and shouted.

Even though there are already a lot of scars, but the two protagonists who have not yet fallen, at this moment, regardless of anything else, quickly put down the stick in their hands, and hurriedly said: "Little Uncle Ancestor! ”

"Uncle Junior, these two rebels dared to use a killer when they were competing with their brothers, and at this time, Xinbao's legs were broken by Dong Tianbao!" At this time, Jue Ming's face was furious, no matter whose personal disciple had his leg broken, he would definitely not be happy.

"Little Uncle Ancestor, Tianbao didn't, the main thing is that Xinbao actually used a yin trick when he couldn't beat it, which made Tianbao ruthless......" Zhang Junbao heard it, and hurriedly said, but as he spoke, his tone was a lot weaker.

After all, breaking a martial artist's legs is not easy to abolish his martial arts, and no matter how much he says, it is useless.

"Uncle Xiao, don't protect them, you must abolish their martial arts today, and then expel them from Shaolin Temple!" Jue Ming knew that this little uncle was usually very optimistic about these two disciples, and the talents of the two were naturally discovered by them under the attention of the little master and uncle, otherwise they would not be able to enter the Dharma Academy in advance.

But this kind of thing makes a big mistake after all, and the rules are the rules!

If the disciples who make mistakes are not punished, the disciples of the Shaolin Temple will become like this in the future, so how can they get it?

Jueming was originally going to say something, but Zhao Zimo, who was already sixteen years old, waved his hand slightly to stop, he turned his head to look at Zhang Junbao and the two, with a hint of helplessness in his eyes: "Amitabha, do you two know that you have violated the temple rules?" ”

"Uncle Xiaoshi, I was wrong, I know that you take care of the two of us the most, save me, save me...... I really didn't mean to, give me a chance! Dong Tianbao was resolute, and knelt down in an instant, he didn't want to become a waster no matter what, otherwise what would more than ten years of hard work for.

In his heart, life in the world, seize the day, if not for the sake of strength, if not for glory and wealth, if not for superiority.

So for what, to live an ordinary life?

This is definitely not what he wants, and this is also the mind of many martial artists.

If you think about it from his position, and then see him as the protagonist, someone is the protagonist like this, and the protagonist breaks the villain's legs ruthlessly, what's wrong?

And it's a big deal to betray the teacher and get free, and from then on, the sea and the sky will be free, and you can't become a master.

But he is a villain after all, desperate to betray brotherhood in exchange for glory and wealth......

Zhang Junbao also knelt on the ground, silent, rules are rules, no matter how powerful the little master is, there is nothing he can do in front of the temple rules.

The little monk Zimo looked at Dong Tianbao very seriously, and finally sighed: "You guys go, Shaolin can't tolerate you, you can stay in martial arts, but remember......

Out of Shaolin, in the future, you can't say where you learned martial arts, let alone swagger and deceive in the name of Shaolin, killing and robbing!

Otherwise, let me know that this seat personally went down the mountain and abolished the two of you martial arts! ”

His voice was wave after wave, and the last sentence was magnificent, making the entire martial arts hall tremble slightly......

The power of the innate realm appeared in the Shaolin Temple, these are all disciples of the acquired realm, when have they felt this momentum, they only feel that at that moment, the little master and uncle are like the Buddha descending into the world!

At that moment, Dong Tianbao was so moved that he almost shed tears, but the next few words also made him extremely frightened, but he still glanced at it, and the little uncle who had not practiced martial arts for a few years kowtowed three times in a row......

Then he pulled Zhang Junbao, who was in a daze on the side, and left quickly......

"This ...... Uncle Xiao, how can you let them go so easily? Jueming wanted to stop him, but was stopped by Zhao Zimo's eyes.

And he didn't dare to speak, the power of the innate realm, he had only felt it in the abbot's uncle, and at this time, it reappeared in the little uncle.

The admiration in Jueming's heart has been thrown to the ground, and now he thinks that Uncle Xiao, as the next abbot, is undoubtedly the best candidate.

"Let them go, if they really do something wrong, I'll go down the mountain and clean the portal myself!" The little monk Zimo was only one meter seven at this time, but his face was deep, and he looked like the abbot was there in person, and the others didn't dare to say anything, so they could only watch him leave alone.

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"Clean the portal yourself? Going down the hill is what you want, huh, imp? ”

"Oops, my drop master, ears, ears pulled off!!"

At this time, the old abbot grabbed the little monk's ear and almost carried him into the air......

Because the abbot and the old monk, since he patted him on the head once, he almost slapped his palm swollen, and he didn't hurt this little guy, he changed his ways......

"Huh? If your ears fall off, they fall off, and it's useless to keep them, and you never obey anyway......

Master, I patted you on the head last time, and I dared to stop it by luck, you have really grown up, you have practiced iron head skills, and even the master dares to resist......

Come on, come on, bring your innate true qi to your ears, and let the master and I have a long experience......" The old monk said angrily, but he didn't let go.

But after a while, the little monk Zimo began to cry, opened his cute eyes, and looked at him with an innocent face, the old monk didn't last long, and let go speechlessly.

"Don't look at me like this in the future, you know how to pretend to be innocent if you're fine," the old monk really couldn't stand this kind ......of look.

After the little monk Zimo made a big mistake, he didn't speak, but he had tears in his eyes, his eyes were round, and the tears were about to flow out, but he seemed to be strong and didn't flow out......

As an old monk with no children, Zhao Zimo is no different from his own child.

"Master, my good master...... Don't be angry, the talents of the two of them are not bad, it's a pity to waste their martial arts like this! Zhao Zimo tugged at the sleeve of the abbot's master and blinked from time to time.

"If you don't waste their martial arts, won't Xinbao's legs be broken in vain, and there are no rules, you still don't understand?" The old monk said rhetorically at this time.

"I'm going to help, isn't his knee shattered and his legs broken, I'll use my innate true qi to open up the blocked meridians and blood congestion, and then fix it......"

"Okay, okay, you go, I'm upset, let's go!" The old monk walked away step by step, his mind didn't know where to go, and his back was a little staggering......

The martial artist of the innate realm has a longevity of more than 100 yuan, and for the abbot and the old monk, the limit is not far away......

Zhao Zimo watched him go away, with a trace of reluctance in his heart, but he was helpless.

"Master, next year you will be one hundred and ten years old, I will definitely give you the best gift!" The little monk clenched his fists and shouted.

The old monk paused, did not look back, just gently shook his already skinny arm, and told him that the master was looking forward to it......