MTL - It’s Not Easy Being a Master-Chapter 58 Intro

The bald monk hid to the other side of Shen Zhixian. Between Shen Zhixian and Yan Jin, he seemed to have a lot of peace of mind, and shouted loudly: "Well, I tell you, I didn't do anything wrong this time, you can't do it!"

The icy man, dubbed gauntlet, looked at him coldly, with thick frost under his eyes, and asked coldly, "Where is Si Fei?"

The bald monk stubbed his neck and refuted him: "I said, you child, are you okay with my family A Fei, why is our family good?"

He stared at him for a long while, then bowed a little to Shen Zhixian, and said indifferently, "Fang Cai said that he meant two people. This person is used to talking nonsense and not distinguishing right from wrong."

What this means is that his phrase "nonsense" is aimed only at bald monks, and has nothing to do with Shen Zhixian.

Shen Zhixian had no opinion on him for treating bald monks, it was a private matter between them, but he had a lot of opinions on how to interrupt the bald monks ... he was listening very well!

Shen Zhixian also looked down: "Dare to ask this ..."

I was probably used to being cold and arrogant. A long explanation just now is rare. At this time, I only said indifferently: "Mingzhou, ye." Then he got up and walked out.

As he walked past Shen Zhixian's table, he looked at the monk with bald eyes again, and his eyes showed great hatred: "Sooner or later, I will destroy all that sin."

The bald monk grinned at him and said, "I didn't invite you to mess with you. What do you chase after?"

"Hiding dirt and dirt is something that the world cannot tolerate."

When he left, the bald monk murmured and mumbled, "Mao Tzu."

"Who is this?"

"People coming out of the gate of Ming Sejong Emperor, Chengri held a shelf to punish evil and promote goodness to eliminate all the defilements in the world." Although the bald monk was talking with a smile, there was a slight irony and irony in the words. There seemed to be a faint sigh of smoke, "He said that the Undead City is the most dirty place in the world, and sooner or later it will be destroyed."

Shen Zhixian lowered his eyes: "The undead city is full of ghosts and monsters ... it looks like that. The Si Fei he said ... is an undead person?"

"It is the Lord of the Undead City." The bald monk chuckled, "In this world, there are too many things that are different from each other. It looks like this, but in fact ..."

He stopped, shook his head, and sighed again with a smile.

Shen Zhixian asked, "What is it actually?"

At that moment, the restaurant Xiao Erzhang drank "Lai" and came to the table carrying four cages of meat buns. The bald monk immediately put his eyes out and rubbed his hands. Regardless of the hotness of the fresh buns, one bun was in one hand. Caught: "... Actually, like a bald monk, he seems to like steamed buns, but he actually loves meat buns!"

He looked at the two buns salivatingly, took a deep breath, and his face was intoxicated: "Ah, really sweet! I love buns, ah!"

Shen Zhixian knew that he deliberately shifted the subject, without asking, only saying: "You always want to scratch your buns, I thought you only eat buns."

"If you have money, who wants to eat steamed buns every day? The meat buns are really delicious!" The bald monk had already bitten off half of the meat buns, chewed quickly, and said vaguely: "The main reason is that there is no money ... A penny stumped a bald monk ... "

Shen Zhixian squeezed her brows slightly.

...

Since the restaurant first met, I have frequently appeared around them.

The bald monk cried bitterly: "This guy, Bacheng wants to follow us to the Undead City." He sighed and sighed, "A Fei just hid the Undead City in case he was found again ... A Fei is going to cut me bald."

"You're a bald head already, why worry?"

The bald monk stopped talking and whispered after a short while: "He is jealous and hateful. He has experienced some things before, and he hates demons and monsters in particular. When he sees the demons and monsters, he does n’t care, he does n’t care what he wants. See you later. Keep him away, this ice cube is going crazy, no one can stop it. "

Shen Zhixian thoughtfully: "He is jealous like hatred and demon monster, what does it have to do with us?"

The bald monk snorted abruptly, and after a while he looked at him indifferently: "Oh, where are we going, wait a minute, I think of a way ..."

Shen Zhixian narrowed his eyes: "How do I think you always care about pointing, what are your bad ideas?"

"No, no, I'm honest." The bald monk denied repeatedly, squinting with a pair of small eyes, gesturing, looking for the right direction, "Go, this way."

The group went on for another seven or eight days, sometimes bumping into a cricket, and the bald monk groaned and laughed, took them around, and left the cricket aside before proceeding.

At first, the bald monk was a taciturn. He said nothing and never stopped. He shouted, scratching his head and blowing his cowhide. Then, gradually, the more he walked away, he gradually became silent, sometimes riding. A civet cat, dragging a ray of fluff on the cat's neck, can stay for a long time, and Shen Zhixian has to call a few times before he can recover.

Shen Zhixian felt a weird feeling at the bottom of her heart: "What happened to you?"

The bald monk remained silent for a long time, then turned his head after a long while, without answering, "I have a question ..."

"Ok?"

Shen Zhixian leaned back, leaning comfortably in Yan Jin's arms. Yan Jin clenched his waist steadily and guarded him firmly.

After the civet cat was given to the bald monk, they simply went back to buy a stronger and bigger Pegasus that can be double-ridden, Shen Zhixian was lazy, riding with Yan Jin, and shrinking in Yan Jin's arms, letting him support the barrier to wind , He rested leisurely.

The bald monk asked slowly: "If I mean, if one day the person you love has completely changed into another look, would you hate him?"

He said this to the two of them, without adding a name, and Shen Zhixian couldn't tell who he was asking for a while, but just listening ...

Why is it so guilty?

Shen Zhixian coughed and asked, "What does it mean to be completely different?"

"For example, it's broken, a magic or something."

This bald monk usually mentions fortune telling, and occasionally he is deceived. Shen Zhixian thought he saw something wrong with him, but when he heard it, he felt that he was not talking about himself, but like saying ... Jin?

Yan Jin has magical energy in her body. She repeatedly jumps on the edge of being enchanted. Shen Zhixian knows this. He doesn't have any different views on this. Moxiu and Xianxiu are just different ways of cultivation. Shen Zhixuan has no opinion on magic. -After all, the evil devil is only a small part.

Even if Yan Jin is enchanted, as long as he doesn't destroy the world, Shen Zhixian won't care.

He said, "No."

The bald monk asked, "What if he is enchanted to destroy the world? Will you abandon him?"

Shen Zhixian was sure that the bald monk was asking him something. He closed his mouth and looked at the bald monk before he doubted, "Why ask this kind of example?"

"Ah, you don't care, just talk about it." The bald monk turned his head and looked east and west. It seemed he didn't care, but the small eyes couldn't help glancing at it.

Shen Zhixian felt he had a ghost, but he didn't guess what he meant. He only said, "We are very good, and we won't destroy the world by entering the magic."

He tilted his head to look at Yan Jin behind him. Yan Jin couldn't help but hug him a little and called the Master lowly, faintly worried.

Shen Zhixian said: "When you enter a demon, you enter the demon. Although the immortal and the demon have no bases, although there are some demon monsters that are evil and evil, they are only a small number. More demon magics are only intentionally malicious ... Xianxiu has a lot of bad heart, but just puts himself in a hypocritical shell to claim justice. "

He interlocked with Yan Jin with ten fingers, and said frankly, "I won't dislike him because of Yan Jin's enchantment, nor will I abandon him." The voice couldn't help softening, "We A Jin is not such an evil person."

His tone was full of firmness and trust, Yan Jin smiled slightly, and the bald monk seemed to be a little moved, muttering, "It's such a truth, you can hardly understand. Unfortunately, there are always others who don't understand ... What is that. "

He patted the civet suddenly, motioned for it to stop, the civet stopped obediently, stepped on the ground with four claws, and flicked his tail.

Yan Jin didn't expect that he would stop suddenly, Pegasus ran fast, and he surpassed him a lot. Yan Jin took control of Pegasus and turned around, took a few steps back, and stopped.

A struggle and helpless guilt surfaced on the bald monk's face. He suddenly rolled over and fell to the ground, taking a deep look at the two. He took a long time to get up. The guilt brought complex emotions. He said softly: "I'm sorry. But Also ask the two to remember the words ... Please take care of each other, and when this happens, you will kill and gnaw, and the bald monk will follow you. "

Shen Zhixian paused for a moment, turned over and dismounted with Yan Jin, yet did not respond to what he meant. Suddenly, a violent wind broke out, and a blast of sand and rocks obscured the figure of the bald monk in front of him.

The ground at his feet began to tremble, the ground cracked, and a cold wind came out of the gap, curling with many fuzzy and weird sounds, like a thousand monsters and hundreds of ghosts roaring.

The two reacted extremely quickly, and they ran towards the bald monk almost immediately, but the land under their feet seemed to change again, turning into a swamp, and the huge suction dragged them down.

Yan Jin had to draw a sword backhand, but it was too late. This powerful force surpassed what the two of them had encountered before, but in a moment, a huge gap was listed on the ground, and they were completely swallowed up.

The bald monk gasped with a big mouthful, and fell to the ground with a thump of cold sweat, and the large amount of cold sweat fell down. He supported one hand with the other, and the other hand was vacant and trembling.

"I'm sorry ... I'm sorry ..." He trembled, exhaling dark blood, and tremblingly pulled out a book from his arms.

That book was very old, a thick one, and it seemed to have been turned numerous times, and the edges of the book were shaved.

The bald monk spread the book on the ground and meditated for a few words before trembling to open the cover page without words. He turned from page to page, as if looking for something, trying so hard that he had no time to distract himself from looking elsewhere, so that no one noticed when someone came.

"It's here ..." His eyes lighted, and he was about to tear the page off, but a cold hand with a fiery red whip around his wrist picked up the book first.

"——Hey ?!" The bald monk was frightened, and rushed towards him, wanting to grab the old book back.

That book could not be seen by others. The bald monk made the last effort, and even hit two steps in a hurry. The originally opened book flew out of the hand and hit the floor.

The bald monk had no strength at all, and looked at the book not far away and had no energy to pick it up. He watched it with two steps and picked it up again.

Fortunately, when the book landed, it was closed again. This book has a secret technique. Without his formula, even if it is opened, it can only be blank.

I turned it several times and found nothing. His cold gaze looked at the bald monk swaying up, his voice almost condensed into ice: "What is this?"

The bald monk looked at the unseen character, relieved his heart, wiped his mouth indifferently, and wiped his blood with one hand. He smiled, "It's a collection of bad things that bald monk has done. Why, want to see?"

The author has something to say: humming digging pits for a while and filling up the crematorium.

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