Two hours later, in the Xiangjiang Century Shopping Plaza, a bald monk sat on the floor and cried.

A group of passers-by were curious, and hurriedly stepped forward to check, smiling non-stop.

"Ancestor, where did you go, woo woo woo~~ Are you not a monk anymore. The monk sobbed with tears and snot, very pitiful.

Jiang Meng walked out of the toilet and looked in the mirror, and after washing his hands, he seemed to feel that something was wrong.

"Oops, what about the monk?" Jiang Meng opened the bathroom door with an arrow and jumped towards the mall.

In the mall, two sisters appeared next to the monk, tall figures, beautiful facial features, and the two sisters teased Hesan

"Bosom friend, look at this monk is so cute, with a chubby face and meat!"

"Monk, where is your master?" said Keren, who stepped forward and hugged the monk with a smile.

"Sister, the ancestor is gone, woo~~~ I can't find the ancestor!" the monk wailed.

Bosom friend rummaged in his Coach bag, his eyes lit up and said, "Haha, I found it!"

The bosom friend took out a sour acid from the bag and handed it to the monk, who took it and stuffed it in his mouth.

The crying gradually faded away, and my eyes squinted to appreciate the sweetness of the sour candy.

A figure descended, and Jiang Meng's heart also settled down after seeing the monk.

"Wow! The old ancestor is here, and the two elder monks are leaving. When the monk saw Jiang Meng not far away, he clapped his hands excitedly, jumped out of his lovely arms, and ran towards Jiang Meng.

"But do you look familiar with that person?" the bosom friend asked, pulling Kerao's arm.

"Ah, it's Brother Jiang Meng!" But the man was looking for memory.

Jiang Meng hugged the monk, looked at the bosom friend and Keren, and walked towards the two of them with a smile on his face.

"As soon as I knew how to run around, didn't I tell you to wait for me?" Jiang Meng's brain collapsed on the monk's head.

The monk was about to faint, and the sour acid in his mouth was also bounced away.

"Ah, Ancestor, my sour! Wow Wow Wow Wow....................." The monk cried.

Jiang Meng rubbed the monk's head and smiled: "Wait a minute, how much you want to eat, don't scream, take you to my sister to play!"

"Ah, sister!" The monk said a little shyly: "Amitabha, color is empty ..............."

"I saw you happy in my sister's arms just now, don't pretend!" Jiang Meng smiled evilly.

The monk leaned on Jiang Meng's arms, closed his eyes and said, "The monk can't see, the monk can't hear, he doesn't know anything!"

Gradually, Jiang Meng hugged the monk and walked to the bosom friend and Keren.

"Long time no see!"

"Well, long time no see!"

"How is Brother Jiang Meng doing?"

"Well, that's it!"

"This is the same as Mori............ Isn't it Jiang Meng's eldest brother's child, it's so cute!" the bosom friend looked at Jiang Meng with some suspicion and asked.

Jiang Meng was stunned for a while, pinched the monk's face and said with a smile: "Friend's child, help him take it for a while!"

The monk's eyes circled, and he clasped his palms together and said: "The monk doesn't speak, the monk is not your own son who has been lost for many years, you only came to me now!" The monk pursed his lips and made his debut with tears in his eyes.

Keren and bosom friend looked at Jiang Meng curiously, Jiang Meng looked embarrassed, hugged the monk and ran away, and said: "See you two next time, please eat!"

At night, Jiang Meng took the monk to his warm nest.

When I opened the door, I saw Li Jiaxin sitting on the sofa, watching TV.

After Li Jiaxin heard the sound of the door opening, she ran towards the door excitedly, and at this time, she saw a bald head being led by Jiang Meng.

Li Jiaxin suddenly burst into tears and said, "You negative man, you go out so much, you even have children!"

Jiang Meng grabbed Li Jiaxin and said, "Do you see where this monk looks like me?"

"Hello sister, my name is Huikong, and I am the seventy-eighth generation descendant of Shaolin Temple!" the monk's hand broke free of Jiang Meng's hand and bowed to Li Jiaxin.

"Haha, I know, you don't have the guts, the monk is so cute!" Li Jiaxin rubbed the monk's face and said.

"Turning your face is faster than turning a book............... Woman............ Alas!" Jiang Meng said bitterly.

When the monk saw it, he had a plan in his heart, and hurriedly ran to Li Jiaxin's side, and Jiang Meng also closed the door with his hand.

"The most beautiful big sister in the world, when you were away, the old ancestor always bullied me, can you help me avenge?" the monk blinked and looked at Li Jiaxin with wide eyes and asked.

"My mouth is so sweet, my sister doesn't dare to help you take revenge, he often cleans me up!" Li Jiaxin thought of Jiang Meng's domineering figure, and suddenly blushed.

"Monk, I'm talking badly, let's find a backer, don't you want your ass!"

"Ahh~~~ Old ancestor, the monk will never dare again!"

There was the sound of laughter and laughter in the room, the frolicking of monks, the scolding of Jiang Meng, and the laughter of Li Jiaxin.

The next day, the sun was shining, and the monk stood naked on the balcony, striding on his horse.

"Put your hands flat, your waist sink!" Jiang Meng lay on the chair on the balcony, smoking a cigarette and looking at Hesang

"Okay, it's time, take a break!" Jiang Meng lifted the monk's figure in Kongzheng with a hand

The power of the golden bell jar was also all emanated, and the monk was sweating profusely, and the sweat was instantly evaporated by the heat energy emitted by Jiang Meng's body.

"The golden bell jar belongs to the most external strength, since you have chosen the golden bell jar, it is naturally easy to suffer some hardships!" Jiang Meng put down the slow monk and said.

"Monks are not afraid of hardship!" said Huikong gasped.

"I've always wondered, why don't you practice the Yijin Sutra and choose the Golden Bell Jar? Do you think that the monks are invincible under the Golden Bell Jar?" Jiang Meng looked at He Sang curiously

"Ancestor, it's not like this, the master bullied me, you ..............." The monk rubbed his head and continued: "The golden bell jar can protect me, and it won't hurt if I am beaten in the future!"

"I really didn't pursue it, and I really didn't practice the Yijin Sutra?" Jiang Meng pinched the monk's face and said seriously.

"Ancestor, only the host can practice the Yijin Sutra, this ............ Will it ............?" said the monk with a very tangled face.

"A few days ago, I went to the Tibetan Golden Pavilion, the four major exercises of Shaolin Temple are all excerpts, the original version has been lost, I taught you the original version of the Yijin Sutra!"

"Do you like to practice or not, it's not to see your Shaolin Temple talents withering, so I won't teach you!"

"Old Ancestor, isn't it okay for the monk to practice, don't be angry!" the monk said with some grievances.

"Well, what a good boy, come and .................." Jiang Meng whipped the monk on the side, the monk was in pain, enjoyment, happiness, and wailing.

After the third step, the monk's golden bell jar has successfully entered the realm of one level, and sure enough, the monk's endowment is amazing.

Jiang Meng grabbed the monk's hand and injected internal force to investigate, and as Jiang Meng expected, this monk was a rare martial arts wizard in a hundred years, but the meridians were a little blocked.

After Jiang Meng reshaped the monk's muscles and veins, he injected internal force to nourish the monk's eight veins.

The monk was like a fire, he endured the pain of the meridians in his body and persevered.