In a large hall like a canopy, a middle-aged man like Maitreya Buddha sat at the door of the hall, he was wearing a tattered robe, with dark Buddha beads, short stature, the bridge of the nose was slightly collapsed, and his face was very loyal and honest.

After a while, a broom appeared in his hand, and he also began to clean the spacious hall, the autumn wind and fallen leaves are Xiaoxiao, like a landscape painting, and there are occasional maple leaves floating in the hall, as if snowflakes.

"Sweep the floor to nourish the heart, and be quiet to cultivate virtue!"

After a while, the middle-aged man sat next to a flower garden, said a word with his eyes slightly closed, and then his body was in a suspended state, as if he had escaped into the empty door to understand something, and in his hand, he was usurping a tower of Buddhist beads.

The middle-aged is the casting master of the abbot Xiandao, named Kuji, in charge of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, is a powerful emperor with great strength, known as the bitter emperor, although his face looks simple and unpretentious, but his temper is equally hot, and he can't match that demeanor.

Moreover, even if he tried his best to show a picture of me being sloppy and very low-end, but there is a saying in the abbot's fairy island, don't go to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion to wander around, there is a sweeping monk there, if the two sentences do not match, you will be divided into muscles, and the three sentences are not to his liking, then you are ready to retreat!

Therefore, all along, except for the fixed 10th of each month, it seems to be extremely deserted.

"Poof!"

A crack appeared in the stillness of the void, and then it suddenly cracked, and a bald-headed boy who looked extremely embarrassed fell from it.

When the bald boy saw the bitter pole next to him, he was slightly stunned, and immediately, his eyes shone slightly, and he was overjoyed, and immediately kowtowed: "Master!"

"Wen Sheng, it's been so long, you are only the strength of the Ninefold True Martial Realm, what did I say when I passed on your Great Mystery Earth Dragon and Tiger Technique?" Ku Ji closed his eyes tightly and said lightly, as if he had expected something.

"Shizun asked the disciple to get the summoning order of the Desert Empire, and then came to Abbot Immortal Island from the desert himself, and all the hardships and hardships along the way should be cultivated. Wen Sheng said respectfully, and then, he touched the ring, took out the summoning order in the ring, held it with both hands, and handed it to Kuji.

"Master, please see, when you gave your disciple the Great Secret Earth Dragon and Tiger Technique, the disciple was only ten years old, and now five years have passed, and the disciple has already obtained this thing. ”

"You're just a worldly thing, and being a teacher just wants you to have a goal, since Shentu Zhenxiong sent you, then you can cultivate here with peace of mind!"

As he spoke, he opened his eyes again, withdrew his hands, and suddenly asked, "Barbarian, have you ever revealed my existence?"

Hearing this, Wen Sheng prostrated on the ground and said respectfully: "The apprentice has always remembered the teachings of the master, although he knows that the master's strength is monstrous and very powerful, but the disciple has never mentioned half a sentence to outsiders, even if it is his own brother. ”

Kuji nodded gently, stretched out his fingers, and entered some spiritual power into the broom floating in front of him, and said indifferently: "Xiao Jin, this is your future master, follow him well!"

"Yes, Lord Kudi. ”

Suddenly a pious voice came out of the broom that looked unremarkable, and in a moment, the broom faded the ordinary color on the surface, exuding a dazzling brilliance, and when the golden light crumbs drifted in the air, it turned into a golden stick, which was eight feet long, and in the body of the stick, there were several golden words of "Zhang Baliang Jin Zhang", which looked extremely sharp.

Wen Sheng held the golden stick, and the golden light covering the surface of the stick hit, shining on his honest face, and a silly smile appeared on his face, and he grinned.

"This is a mid-grade spiritual weapon of the Divine Blade, a gift from the master, as an apprentice of my Emperor Ku, how can you not have a weapon that is worthy of your hand?"

"Thank you, Master!"

Wen Sheng kowtowed.

And at this time, Kuji seemed to finally couldn't sit still, his face suddenly changed, and he lowered his head and scolded: "Idiot, stand up and talk well, if you don't say the right thing, you will kowtow, kowtow, kowtow to your mother?"

Wen Sheng heard his insults, immediately stood up from the ground, touched his head and smirked, and said: "The Sprinkle family hasn't seen Shizun for a long time, and I miss it too tightly in my heart, so I have nothing to express my feelings, so I have to kowtow a few times!"

Kuji didn't speak, stood up, looked at the blood groove with tooth marks on Wen Sheng's head, his eyes narrowed strangely, and he said to himself: "Did the beast Xin send someone to participate in the Hundred Nations Ranking Battle of my Abbot Immortal Island?"

As he spoke, the famous Bitter Emperor's eyelids jumped slightly, his eyes were full of discomfort, he took out a golden elixir and put it in his fingertips and gently ejected it, like a ray of light fell into Wen Sheng's mouth, and Wen Sheng's blood-like skin suddenly grew new flesh and blood like a new life.

As if he didn't think it was enough, he waved his hand again, and Wen Sheng's whole body suddenly had a golden robe, which set him off with golden light, and his treasure was solemn, and he was full of jewels, like a god, and he glanced at Wen Sheng, then nodded with satisfaction, and said: "What silk clothes do you wear for Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu is so panicked." ”

"Lao Tzu is a dignified bitter emperor, a master caster, what level of spiritual weapon can't be refined, wearing this kind of garbage thing, I'm shameless?" Speaking of this, Kuji also wiped his face.

"Master, what grade is this garment?" Wen Sheng swallowed and asked.

"What is a dress, this is called a robe, if you want to talk about the level, then it is just a ghost carving, it is a failed product refined by Lao Tzu, you will hang it on your body, don't lose my face, and let people know that my apprentice wears that kind of low-grade stuff in the future, won't I be laughed to death!"

"Woo-ne, woo-ne. ”

The little donkey next to him suddenly circled around Wen Sheng, as if to praise him for being so radiant and handsome.

Kuji smiled, obviously recognizing the origin of the little donkey, but he did not mention it, but waved his hand and led them to the main hall.

The surrounding bookcases are displayed in an orderly manner, densely filled with all kinds of books that exude golden light, Kuji walked in the corridor with Wensheng, and there were various candles next to him, the lights were bright, Kuji said: "This is the scripture of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, you must come here every night to read all kinds of scriptures, the words inside are profound and mysterious, which can enhance your evil holy eye and your spiritual power!"

Wen Sheng looked left and right, only feeling dazzled.

Kuji took Wen Sheng to the end of this place again, and gently picked up a book next to the bookcase, and with the sound of a roaring sound, a golden door slowly opened, and the light was dim, and there were eighteen bronze people inside.

Some of them are stepping on each other's shoulders, with one hand on their chests, some of them posing forward, their left hands stretched forward, their right hands clenched, and they lean back slightly, and some sit cross-legged, as if in meditation.

"You came here to train during the day, the strength of these bronze men is in the eightfold Tianwu realm, you have to suffer here for ten minutes every day, five minutes a day, when to break this bronze man, when you will get out of the customs. ”

Speaking of this, his tone paused slightly, and said: "By the way, you are not allowed to bring Zhang Baliang Jinzhang here, nor are you allowed to put on a robe, and you are not allowed to fight with your bare hands like this!"

Hearing this, Wen Sheng's eyes straightened, swallowed his throat, and muttered in a low voice: "Then Master, what if the disciple is killed? ”

"Death is death, such a waste disciple, Lao Tzu doesn't want it, find a way to survive by yourself. Kuji pursed his lips, his tone was extremely impatient, and as he spoke, he looked at the Zhangbaliang Jinzhang in Wen Sheng's hand, and said lightly: "Come out." ”

In the golden zhang, a little monk suddenly came out, the figure of the little monk was illusory, wearing a simple dress, his face was immature, but there was a feeling of old age, and at this time, he suddenly folded his hands and said piously: "Lord Bitter Emperor." ”

"If Wen Sheng is beaten unconscious, I will take the Sanpin Pill for healing his wounds and some medicinal juice on my orders, and then put him in it to recuperate, and let him comprehend the soul of the soldier for three hours every day, supervised by you, after a year, if he does not reach the peak of the Heavenly Martial Realm, I will destroy you!"

"Xiao Jin knows, Lord Bitter Emperor. ”

"That's right, this golden-footed holy donkey is here, go to the Tibetan Medicine Pavilion every day to get all kinds of elixirs for it, eat it as you like, let it reach the level that it can refine medicine, but, don't take too advanced for the time being, take it slowly and gradually, if the energy is too strong, I will settle accounts with you if it dies!"

The little monk nodded, and suddenly asked weakly: "Lord Bitter Emperor, what if someone ignores Xiao Jin when he goes to get something?"

"Who dares?!"

Hearing this, the bitter thick eyebrows twisted up, waved his hand quite domineeringly, and said: "Take what you need, you represent the face of the emperor, if there is really a guy who does not have long eyes, you tell the emperor, the emperor will not personally beat him to death under the main peak of the abbot's immortal road, and the emperor will be surnamed with him!"

After explaining, he looked at Wen Shengdao bitterly: "One year and six months, first lay a solid foundation, and in the last six months, you give Bendi a kind of different fire to practice casting, caster, not even a flame, then you are still a hairy caster." ”

"Also, who bit you into the previous appearance, during the personal battle of the Hundred Nations Ranking Battle, I bit it back for Lao Tzu, remember to Lao Tzu, a strong foundry must have strength, not like the spirit array of the Tianfeng Sword Sect, although it is one level higher than me in the rank, but you see, Lao Tzu has been crowned emperor, that guy is still a special feudal, if he really fights, he may not be able to beat Lao Tzu!"

Wen Sheng's eyes were flooded with bright brilliance, and he nodded firmly, "Master, even if there is no supervision by Xiaojin, I will work hard to cultivate!"