The Peerless Master of Jinyiwei

Chapter 242
"Um~"

Ning Chen rubbed his drowsy bald head, and felt that there was a fluffy piece growing on it, probably because of the first haircut, and it was not so difficult to touch~
"Been knocked out again." Ning Chen smiled wryly. It's not good for the master, but the problem of knocking himself out from time to time can't be changed. It seems that he needs to find an opportunity to talk to him.

Ning Chen sat up slowly and felt it a little bit: "Huh~ It's much more stable. It doesn't feel the slightest bump."

Ning Chen looked out through the window, green hills and green trees, full of natural atmosphere.

"So I've already landed~" Ning Chen sorted out his mood, and looked up and down the room, it was very simple - a bed that he was using, a table and a chair.

"Brother, brother, you're awake." Xiao Yu'er pushed open the door and saw Ning Chen who had already sat up, with a smile on her face.

I just don't know why the name of Ning Chen has changed from bad brother to senior brother. Although this name sounds weird, it is always much better than the previous one.

"Yeah." Ning Chen nodded and asked, "What is this place?"

"It's a small island." Xiao Yu'er chuckled lightly, and continued, "Now we are in Yunya Temple."

"How many days have I been in a coma?" After the precipitation just now, Ning Chen has become much more awake.

"This time the time is shorter, only one day." Xiao Yu'er replied truthfully.

"This time." Hearing this prefix, Ning Chen suddenly felt that it would be better for him to fall into a coma. What are you doing when you wake up?
Are you ready for the next coma?

"Where are your three masters?" Ning Chen asked Xiao Yu'er.

Ning Chen already knew that Xiao Yu'er was accepted as a disciple by the three venerables who "can't laugh or cry". Although the three monks behaved perversely, they really didn't say anything about their love for Xiao Yu'er.

It may be for the sake of the King Ming's relic that Xiao Yu'er got, but in their Buddhist words, it is a word of fate.

"Xiao Yu'er." A hoarse voice suddenly appeared in Ning Chen's ears, and the next moment a thin Ku Toutuo appeared beside them.

"Master Crying." Xiao Yu'er immediately turned around and folded her hands towards the Venerable Crying Master, performing a Buddhist etiquette.

"This is for you." The Crying Venerable took out one or two things from behind him, and handed them to Xiao Yu'er.

"Duang!"

A gong resounded.

The black lines all over Ning Chen's face look familiar~
"Thank you, Master Crying." Xiao Yu'er walked around the Venerable Crying Dang with a mallet in one hand and a gong in the other. After saying "Duang!", she continued: "The rich will win the money, and the poor will win the money." In the personal field, rewards are welcome for walking in the rivers and lakes!"

"It's still the same taste." Ning Chen remembered his dark history, why is this little loli so fond of it?
Could it be a little black-bellied loli?

Xiao Yu'er seemed to sense something, suddenly looked at Ning Chen's face, and hid the mallet and gong behind her in embarrassment.

With her petite body, she couldn't completely cover up the gong. Xiao Yu'er stuck out her tongue at Ning Chen. She almost forgot that this senior brother was also beaten up by her sister Yun~
Just why can't I remember which time it was?
"Sounds good." The Crying Venerable touched Xiao Yu'er's head, and continued, "How is the kung fu I taught you yesterday?"

"Hmm..." Xiao Yu'er pouted slowly, looked at the crying Venerable and said, "I promised a brother with a broken arm that he wouldn't cry anymore, so...so."

Ning Chen turned around, not wanting Venerable Cry to see his expression.

These days, he has some understanding of the three venerables. For example, every time the laughing venerable laughs, his speed will increase by one point; every time the crying venerable cries, the enemy's skill will be weakened by [-]%.

Right now, what the Venerable Cryer entrusted to Xiao Yu'er, I'm afraid it's his crying skills.

"You're wrong." Crying Venerable didn't hide anything because Ning Chen was here, or he was simply confident that Ning Chen wouldn't be able to turn his palm.

"Do you still remember the name of the exercise master taught you?" the crying Venerable asked Xiao Yu'er.

"Remember, it's called "Don't Cry Ming Wang Dian"." Xiao Yu'er nodded quickly.

"Crying now is to make you really stop crying in the future." The Venerable Cry sighed, and then said: "It's just a pity that the teacher's qualifications are limited. After 50 years, he still can't reach the realm of not crying, but as a teacher You see hope in you, you have King Ming's relics to assist you, and you can get twice the result with half the effort in practicing the Buddhist scriptures, and your progress will be even faster."

"The highest state of "Don't Cry Ming Wang Dian" is not to cry." The Venerable Cry looked at Xiao Yu'er and said, "So, do you still practice?"

"Will you really stop crying after you practice it?" Xiao Yu'er was instantly attracted by the final effect, her eyes widened.

"Monks don't tell lies." The Weeping Venerable looked at Xiao Yu'er and said.

"Okay!" Xiao Yu'er nodded immediately, and subconsciously rang the gong "Duang!"

The lingering sound lingers around the beam~~ the ear sounds humming~~
"Honorable One." After Xiao Yu'er left, Ning Chen bowed his hands to the crying Venerable.

"It stands to reason that you are a disciple of Monk Bubu." Venerable Crying was quite talkative when Venerable Laughing and Master Bubu were not present, which changed Ning Chen's impression that he didn't speak harshly to others.

"You should call the poor monk a teacher uncle." The Weeping Venerable said to Ning Chen.

Just when "Master" Ning Chen was about to change his title, he heard the Weeping Venerable continue to say: "Wait, poor monk, you know that your heart is not here. Not everyone is willing to be a monk."

"Huh~" Ning Chen's eyes on the Weeping Venerable changed slightly, as if something was wrong.

"Especially a young man like you."

Although Ning Chen saw that the expression of the crying venerable was crying, Ning Chen saw the smile contained in it, which was a self-deprecating wry smile.

"You are just a disciple of Monk Unable, not a disciple of Yunya Temple." Weeping Venerable continued to fiddle with the Buddhist beads in his hand: "You don't need to call Poor Monk Master Uncle, you can still call Venerable, and the same is true for Laughing Maitreya."

"Yes." Ning Chen nodded, he always felt that the Weeping Venerable didn't want to have anything to do with him.

"There is one thing to remind you." Crying Venerable seemed to have awakened his chatterbox attribute: "Don't think about running away, if you are caught by Laughing Maitreya alone, no one will be able to save you."

"A dead man and a living laughing Maitreya, you can't tell who the monk will lean toward?" The Weeping Venerable whispered in Ning Chen's ear.

"Isn't a monk abstaining from killing?" Ning Chen asked embarrassingly.

"You can believe the words that lie to children." The crying venerable didn't leave Ning Chen's ear, and continued, "As long as no one sees it, who knows?"

"Monks don't even eat meat~" Crying Venerable took out the beef jerky he carried with him as if nothing had happened, tore off a piece and fed it into his mouth.

(End of this chapter)