"Uncle Shi, who is that person, and why is the master so respectful to him?" asked a five-year-old monk who was sweeping the floor in confusion.

"Huikong, don't ask what you shouldn't ask, you know?" The sweeping monk glanced at the five-year-old and Sang viciously

"Got it, Uncle Shi!" the monk pouted and looked at the white-haired man not far away, his eyes full of curiosity.

At this time, the white-haired man walked towards him, and the monk was a little flustered, and his eyes looked at the white-haired man intentionally or unintentionally.

The sweeping hand gradually stopped, and the broom inadvertently swept a clean field.

Jiang Meng had already come to the monk's side, he looked at the monk carefully, and the monk looked at Jiang Meng with wide eyes.

The monk is cute-looking, with a round face like a ball of flesh, and his eyes are full of aura.

Jiang Meng rubbed his head and asked, "Friend, how old are you?"

"Amitabha, hello donor, the monk is five years old this year, his name is Huikong, and he is the seventy-eighth generation disciple of Shaolin Temple. The monk bowed respectfully to Jiang Meng.

"Five years old, what kind of martial arts do you know in Shaolin Temple?" Jiang Meng sat on the steps and looked at the monk seriously.

"This ............... Donor, Shaolin Temple's exclusive mastery can't be taught privately, I still can't!" the monk looked at Jiang Meng with righteous words and said seriously.

There were two "cough cough" sounds not far away, and as soon as the monk looked at the person, he hurriedly picked up the broom in his hand and began to sweep the floor, and he didn't dare to take care of Jiang Meng.

Jiang Meng saw that the person who came was an old monk, with a white beard and a cloth robe, walking towards the monk with a steady pace.

Jiang Meng was a little displeased and said, "Is your neck uncomfortable?" Do you want to buy a few bottles of cough syrup for you to drink." ”

He sand giggled, his face flushed, and he hurriedly lowered his head and cleaned it up seriously.

"This benefactor, do you burn incense or worship Buddha?" the old monk glanced at Jiang Mengdao.

"Buddha worships me, I'm almost the same!" Jiang Meng looked at the old monk domineeringly.

"Presumptuous, look at my Taizu Long Fist Sixth Style!" the old monk walked towards Jiang Meng with an arrow step.

"Taizu Long Fist, you are embarrassed to use it!" Jiang Meng raised his hand casually, and the old monk's fist was instantly wrapped in Jiang Meng's palm.

"Taizu Changquan is nothing more than that, do you want to see the Yijin Sutra?" Jiang Meng said with a smile.

"Donor, don't laugh, the Yijin Sutra is a secret that my Shaolin Temple does not pass on, will you?" The old monk's face was flushed, and he didn't know if he was angry or embarrassed in front of the monk.

Jiang Meng casually put down the old monk's fist, and with a clenched hand, Yi Jin was revealed through a black-level battle pattern.

The entire Shaolin Temple is like a vision descending in the sky, and the hidden masters of the Shaolin Temple also noticed the breath of the Yijin Sutra and came one after another.

On the square of Shaolin Temple, in the blink of an eye, the eighteen bronze people of Shaolin Temple, the hidden monks and the host all came, but there was no trace of the abbot of Shaolin Temple.

"Yi Jin Jing is a war pattern at the black level!"

"Who is this person? Could it be that he is a personal disciple of Master Dharma?"

There was a lot of noise in the square for a while.

"Quiet, quiet!" the host of the Shaolin Temple shouted as he stood in the square.

There was silence for a while, and the host hurriedly ran to Jiang Meng's side and said with a smile: "Old Ancestor, what's wrong with you?"

"I've been waiting here for three days, when will your abbot come back, I can't stand it, ask the monk to come down the mountain and help me get some wine and sauce beef!" Jiang Meng took back a war pattern and waved his hand towards the host.

"Ancestor, this ....................." the host seemed to be a little hesitant.

"The entire Shaolin Temple, you look at the past few decades, a group of crooked melons and cracked dates, I just glanced at it, the strongest is the Golden Bell Jar Nine Levels, you are the host of the Yijin Jing Bai level, are you embarrassed?

The host could only greet him with a smile, and the monk winked at Jiang Meng on the side, which was extremely cute.

"Monk, I see that your Huigen is okay, call the old ancestor, the old ancestor passed on the Yijin Sutra that you have opened!" Jiang Meng pinched the monk's fat face and said.

The host hurriedly squeezed his eyebrows at the monk and said anxiously: "Serve the old ancestor well, do you know?"

"You go and get busy, this monk will be handed over to me in the future, you know?" Jiang Meng waved his hand, and everyone in the square also went to work, and in the end, there were only two monks, the monk and the host.

"Why are you still standing here?" Jiang Meng asked as he looked at the host with wide eyes.

"Ancestor, I have already arranged a secluded place for you in the mountain behind the Shaolin Temple, Huikong, you can move there too!" the host glanced at the monk and sighed.

"Master, don't you want me anymore............... The disciple didn't do anything wrong. The monk's eyes were wide open, and tears were in his sockets.

"Why are you so stupid, this one in front of you is the old ancestor, what do you want with him!" presided over a brain melon that collapsed on the monk's head.

The monk rubbed his head painfully, glanced at the white-haired man on the side, and nodded.

"Old Ancestor, when the abbot comes back, I will tell you before I come as soon as possible, I'll be busy!" The host glanced at the monk: "Huikong, serve the old ancestor well, do you know?" The host raised his fist at the monk, and then left.

Jiang Meng sat on the steps, and the monk still looked at Jiang Meng a little bewildered.

Jiang Meng pinched the monk's fat face and smiled: "What kind of martial arts do you know!"

"Old Ancestor, I only know a few styles of outer martial arts!" The monk looked at Jiang Meng obediently, and put his palms together.

"Hmm..............." Jiang Meng seemed to be thinking about something.

In a secluded place on the mountain behind the Shaolin Temple, there is a thatched hut, in which there are two simple beds, and there is a square table next to the bed, and the two of them sit on the square table and eat.

"Alas, the invincible figure is really handsome!" Jiang Meng muttered as he thought back to the invincible figure.

"Ancestor, who is the invincible under you!" asked the monk as he picked up the rice with rice sticking to his mouth.

"Monk, don't eat or sleep, didn't your master hand you over?" Jiang Meng exploded on the monk's smooth head.

"Bang!" the monk was about to be stunned, rubbed his head with his hand, and lowered his head to continue eating.

Jiang Meng was about to faint with laughter, he had never met such a lovely monk, so he naturally liked it.

"Monk, give you a few choices, do you want to learn the invincible golden bell jar, or the Yijin Sutra under King's Landing, or other internal skills!" Jiang Meng looked at the monk seriously.

"Why don't you say anything!" Jiang Meng glanced at Hesang

The monk hurriedly finished eating, looked at Jiang Meng with his hands folded and said, "Food is silent, Huikong will naturally answer the words of the ancestor after eating." ”

Jiang Meng looked at this naughty monk, pinched his face vigorously and said, "What do you want to learn quickly, while I'm in a good mood!"

"Hmm....................." the monk thought, looking up at the roof of the thatched hut.

"Old Ancestor, if the master knew that I had learned the Yijin Sutra, would he blame me?" the monk thought of the host's face, and his heart was a little flustered.

"He?ha, you will become my disciple in the future, and your rank will be much higher than him!" Jiang Meng stood up and grabbed Hesang

"It's boring to stay here, monk, the ancestor will take you out to play for two!" Jiang Meng grabbed the monk's hand and rose into the air.

"Wow............ Can fly, alas! Ancestor, I want to fly too!" The monk looked at the mountains and water passing by in the air, and Baiyun's heart was full of yearning.

"Do you want to fly, in a few hundred years!" Jiang Meng struck the monk and said.

"Ancestor, look at the big plane, what a big plane............... "The monk's eyes lit up, watching a huge plane whizzing past the side.

Jiang Meng pulled the monk and the plane parallel to each other, and jumped on the nose of the plane to stand on the cabin.

"Monk, the ancestor will take you on a plane!"

"Okay, okay!" the monk clapped his hands happily, and for a moment he was amazed by everything around him!