After such a ridiculous day, the people in Heiheji seemed to know how ridiculous they were doing to deliver the door to their door, so the next day, they did not come to them.

Leng Xiaobai, who was eating, looked outside from time to time and confirmed that those people were not coming, so he continued to eat with confidence.

After eating, I didn’t go on the street and fought for a day. Although I ordered it all the time, I was very tired. It was a wheel battle between dozens of people, as if it had been negotiated in advance.

Those who blocked the door did not come, but Leng Xiaobai's defeated general came, and Qian Zitong came.

"The Qian family in Jiangnan is rich and powerful. They say that they can help themselves if they have money, and they can help themselves if they want nothing but money."

Leng Xiaobai doesn’t understand the practice of self-producing money. Being rich is not a bad thing. Most people in the world are fighting for money. This is not a shameful thing. What is the reason for him to do this?

"Master, I want to become a monk."

Qian Zitong said in front of the monk in a straightforward sentence, without the implicitness before becoming a disciple, nor the tactful roundabout way. He came here just to become a disciple, but there was a problem with his method.

"I am not your master. If you want to become a monk, you should find a temple. I believe you will be happy to accept you because of your surname Qian. I am not a monk."

Leng Xiaobai was stunned again. The monk actually said that he was not a monk. Wouldn't he say that Leng Xiaobai is not a Xiaobai? There is no problem at all.

Having said that, he was not a novice, never.

Leng Xiaobai didn't have any extra energy to care about how they solved it. He was still a little tired now, so he finished eating and returned to the house to continue sleeping.

He didn't have to worry about someone coming in. Since he came here, such a thing has never happened. At most, those people were blocking the door. This time, without those people blocking the door, he didn't have to worry about Yan Xia and Hongyun having dinner at all.

"I don't want to become a monk, I want to be your teacher."

Qian Zitong watched Leng Xiaobai leave, as if he had figured out something and quickly added it.

"What are you waiting for? Hurry up and kowtow."

The monk had no preparation for speaking or had no other requirements. He just kowtowed. Not only Qian Zitong didn't react, but also Yan Xia and the others beside him did not react.

Although I knew that this matter would not be much different from what I thought, I didn’t expect the monk to be directed, so it was beyond description.

Qian Zitong did not hesitate. Although it may sound a little ridiculous, this master is real, and at least his compassion is praised by everyone.

In order to highlight his sincerity, Qian Zitong shaved his hair clean on the same day, which contrasted with the monk's head. In the empty courtyard, there was a little dazzling scenery.

Qian Zitong's head was very real. After nine heads, his head was already red, and the marks on his forehead were enough for him to be confused for a while.

"You are my apprentice now. I have nothing to give to you. This string of rosewood rosary beads has been with me for more than ten years. I will give it to you now."

The monk gave Qian Zitong the rosary that he had been rubbing in his hand. Qian Zitong cherished and accepted such a good thing, but he did not expect that the monk would naturally take out one from his sleeve.

"As I become my disciple, I have to inherit the master's belief. Although I do not enter Buddhism, I have to do Buddhist things. I will teach you the scriptures I need to learn. I will recite three times a day, and I must not recite them randomly without a partner. Just like the sutra of rebirth, you can recite them at the dead branches and leaves, and those who pray for blessings can recite them at the sick trees and vines."

Qian Zitong nodded and walked out after the monk. Since he had already worshipped the master, many people naturally knew who his master was and which disciple was.

"Master, I really want to know why I lost to Leng Xiaobai at that time?"

Qian Zitong asked inexplicably that this matter had puzzled him all day long, and he was confused with the matter of apprenticeship.

"You should call him a senior brother now, and it's okay to call him a senior brother. If you already have a master, you must learn to respect your teachers and respect your principles."

The monk showed his appearance as a teacher for the first time. He has been around for most of his life and has to recite scriptures around the world, and has not figured out many things.

"Yes, master, I will call him Senior Brother Leng in the future."

Seeing Qian Zitong's dissatisfaction, he seemed to have no idea why he called him Senior Brother. He knew that only his master had an apprentice like himself, and there was no other person.

"You only have such a senior brother. Among his two masters, one is a person who is even bigger than mine, so it's not a loss to call him senior brother."

Qian Zitong thought that the person that monks would admire was the only one who used his mouth to do things. That was a legend and one of his idols.

"The reason you lost to him is because you have already admitted defeat before you even took the initiative. How could there be a reason to not lose?"

Qian Zitong sounded like that, but why did he admit defeat at that time? This was not his own problem. His senior brother Leng only used one move, which left him helpless, and in the end he could only admit defeat.

The monk did not give him the chance to continue asking for advice.

"If you ask me about martial arts, I can say that I am not as good as you. Despite this, I also think I am fully qualified to be your master. You will understand the principles in the future."

Qian Zitong is a young man with strong energy and many unstable factors. He is about the same size as Leng Xiaobai. It is not easy to be able to persevere here and find a great monk to become a disciple.

Competitiveness is a common problem among some people, and Qian Zitong is also one of them. Therefore, he does not like boring Buddhist scriptures very much, even though he, a master who is less than a day, said that these scriptures can help him enlighten.

Walking to the door of the black shop, Qian Zitong followed the monk into the door.

"Second brother is a rare guest, why did he think of coming to me?"

The Eighth Prince was not very polite. It shows that he didn't want to move very much now.

"I just accepted an apprentice. I have less time walking around Jiuzhou. You can take care of it in the future."

In this regard, the monk never dared not speak shyly. He has always been very thick-skinned, so he naturally would not mind saying this to the Eighth Prince.

"I naturally take care of my second brother's apprentice, but my elder brother's apprentice hasn't seen you care so much. Could it be that I really want to train an apprentice?"

The Eighth Prince no longer sat there lazyly. It was a big deal to entrust his disciples to do so. He could not be the same as before, but at least he should be more upright.

"I don't care about my elder brother's apprentice, so how can I control it? Let him play with it myself."

The monk said without hesitation, and after saying this, he sat there with Qian Zitong.
Chapter completed!