Ninja Mythology: The Strongest Sand Hidden

Chapter 3 Returning to the Temple
Zong Mi stepped into the temple. There were many incense pilgrims today, and the green smoke curled up, and was only blown away by the breeze in mid-air.

"Yo! Zongmi, are you back?" A middle-aged monk sweeping fallen leaves on the right side of the temple greeted Zongmi with a smile on his face.

"Hi, Uncle Yanhua! Where's my master? Is there nothing going on in the temple recently?" Zong Mi also replied cheerfully.

"Your master is in the backyard. The temple is fine, so you don't have to worry about it." Master Yanhua narrowed his eyes and said kindly.

"Then I'll go find the master first!" Zong Mi shook his arm, passed through the pilgrims, and arrived at the backyard with ease.

Because there is a river passing by not far away, there are rare plants in this backyard. A thick ginkgo tree stands in the center of the courtyard, revealing a dazzling golden color, and countless fallen leaves are falling. It rolled up against the ground, paving a beautiful landscape.

When you step on it, it makes a "rustling" sound, like a quiet tune.

With a creak, when Zong Mi pushed open the familiar wooden door, an old monk was holding a book, teaching a young boy, who looked only five or six years old.

"Master! I'm back!" Zong Mi clasped his hands together and saluted respectfully.

"Okay, okay~ It's good to be back..." The old monk's cloudy eyes lit up when he saw Zong Mi.

The room is not small in size, with a bed on the inside and a desk and a few futons on the outside.

The young boy was obviously a little shy of strangers. When he saw Zong Mi coming in, he showed a disturbed expression, and quietly approached the old monk.

"Master, who is he?" Zong Mi, who was adopted, spent every night of his childhood in this room. Naturally, he didn't have any identity, so he pulled a futon over and sat opposite the old monk.

"His name is Fa Yi, and he is the new disciple of Junior Brother Fen Shou!" The old monk stroked the young boy's head with his skinny palm.

"What?! Doesn't that mean that this guy is my uncle?" Zong Mi yelled loudly.

"Master, it's all your fault. I should be of the Fazi generation too. You insist on making me the smallest Zongzi generation. Am I not your apprentice too?" Zong Mi pouted, his tone full of complaints .

"Hehe! You... I have already said that you and I have no real master-disciple, and you are not a member of this temple now, so what does the order of seniority have to do with you?" The old monk scolded with a smile, The ravine-like wrinkles on his face stretched out at this moment, and he pointed to Zong Mi's jet-black hair.

Then the old monk stroked Cheng Liang's little head of the young boy beside him, and seemed to have returned to the past in a trance.

When he brought Zong Mi back to the temple, he never thought that this little guy would ask so many weird questions when he grew up a little bit, such as the invincible Zoffie, Captain Yantou, etc. Self-proclaimed wide-sighted and knowledgeable, can't deal with it either.

"Hee hee!" Zong Mi grinned and made a sound. In this world, the old monk in front of him is his close relative. It is normal for the two of them to play and fight. Originally, his phrase "teacher uncle" was just a joke. words.

Even this "master" was only acquiesced by the old monk at Zong Mi's insistence. Originally, the old monk didn't want to let a "non-staff" like him call it like that.

But Zong Mi would still politely call out "Master Uncle, Master Master" to those close to him in other temples, except for the old monk in front of him.

"I didn't encounter any difficulties in performing the task..."

"Then what can happen, don't you know my skills..."

Zong Mi and the old monk naturally exchanged pleasantries, and then Zong Mi took out a lot of daily necessities, various fruits and vegetables from the scroll.

"Remember to boil the water before drinking it. I've been talking about your bad habit for a long time..."

"Pay attention to balanced nutrition, don't talk about being a monk, you are not a fairy, and even a fairy still needs to eat..."

"This is a newly bought cotton quilt. I need to pick it up and cover it when it's cold. I bought a lot, and my brothers and sisters have it. Don't give it to them..."

"Just your old cold legs, how can you sleep without a warm cover..."

Zong Mi was talking ramblingly while cleaning the room, taking away the old quilts on the bed, and then laying out the new quilts and quilts neatly.

The bright red quilt adds a bit of freshness to the room.

Finally, Soya took out several brand new balls and placed them in a row in the corner.

The old monk didn't make a sound, just sat on the stool, smiling and looking at Zong Mi who was busy.

The young boy also stared at Zong Mi with his eyes wide open. Since he came to the temple, the other monks basically looked calm, and this was the first time he saw someone who could talk like Zong Mi... …

"Master, is this little bald head naughty? Will it make you worry?" Zong Mi stood beside him after finishing his work, looking at the young boy strangely. He seemed to have heard of the name Fayi somewhere.

"No matter how naughty you are, can you still be as naughty as you are? Have you forgotten that when you were two years old, you climbed up the ladder to the beam of the house? I was terrified at that time..." the old monk joked.

"Eh..." Zong Mi scratched her hair in embarrassment.

"Master, I'll go to see Master Fenfu first, and I'll come back later!" Zong Mi found an excuse and slipped out of the room.

"Uncle... who is he?" the young boy asked timidly, looking at Zong Mi's back outside.

"He... will be a very remarkable person in the future!" The old monk's face was full of relief.

"Then can I also become a very remarkable person?" The young boy's eyes were full of light of expectation.

"Of course!" The old monk touched the young boy's head kindly.

……

In a wasteland quite a distance from the temple, the wind and sand here are very noisy and make whining noises.

The scorching sun above the head is also merciless, constantly throwing invisible blazing flames downward.

"Ah! It's so hot today!"

"Yeah! It's unlucky to encounter such a ghostly weather when it's our turn to be on duty!"

"Hey! The old guy inside has been imprisoned for decades, when will this be imprisoned..."

A tall tower stands in the middle of the wasteland, and there are many strange black lines engraved on the surface of the tower, which makes this yellow tower exude a bit of a strange atmosphere.

The lowest floor of the tower is a fence made of refined iron, as if some peerless beast is imprisoned inside.

Two young ninjas on duty were standing in the shadows outside the fence and chatting, fine beads of sweat kept dripping from their foreheads, and their faces were full of complaints.

Suddenly, one of the sharp-eyed ninjas saw a figure not far away, and quickly winked at his companion. The two quickly stood up straight, looking ahead, as if they were strictly guarding their posts.

"Lord Soya!"

Two respectful shouts came out almost at the same time, and Zong Mi nodded lightly.

After all, as a direct disciple of the third generation of Kazekage, plus the title of genius, in Sand Hidden Village, the ninjas at the bottom will still offer a respectful title when they meet Soya.

"Master Soya, are you here to deliver food again?" the more upright young ninja greeted him.

"Yes! You guys go to rest first, I'll just watch here!" Zong Mi ordered, and he didn't want idle people to be present when he was talking with Master Fenfu.

It was not the first time Zong Mi made such a request, and the two were happy to leave this boring and tormenting position.

(End of this chapter)