City Primordial Witch King

Chapter 370
"Greed doesn't matter how much it is. Being greedy for a cup is also greedy, and being greedy for a sip is also greedy. For me, as long as I open my mouth, I am greedy, and it has nothing to do with the quantity."

The old monk Shi Jing said calmly, no matter how much the other party persuaded him, he didn't touch the teacup.

After persuasion for a long time, seeing that there was no way out, the red-robed old man sighed helplessly and gave up this plan.

"Hey, I still can't tell you. No matter what kind of point of view comes to you, it seems that you make sense. How did you do it?" the red-robed old man asked dissatisfied.

"Junior Brother Hong is too modest. If I could convince you, why would I let you steal the bronze bell from the temple?" Monk Shi Jing seemed to recall something, recalling with a little sadness.

"Senior brother! Senior brother Li Jing! I took away what belongs to me, please don't slander me!" The red-robed old man seemed a little angry, and even his tone became much louder.

"The Hong Zhong was given to the temple by the Sixth Patriarch, how come it becomes yours?" Monk Shi Jing suddenly became excited, and his eyes suddenly widened.

"Hehe, I have knocked on that broken copper for more than 30 years, and we are together almost every day! The ancients had a plum wife and a crane, and that broken copper that has been with me for more than 30 years is almost equivalent to my bell wife, so I say It belongs to me, so what's the problem?" the red-robed old man said mockingly.

"You... are disgraceful! You, a monk, actually regard Hong Zhong as your wife, aren't you deceiving your master and destroying your ancestors!" The old monk stood up excitedly, and said, slapping the table fiercely.

"Brother, why are you so excited? If you all dared me to come out, I am no longer a monk. What can I do if I have a Zhong wife? After I stop being a monk, my life will be better!" said the red-robed old man disdainfully. .

"Okay, okay, okay!" Monk Shi Jing nodded vigorously, unable to utter a rebuttal for a long time.

"Okay, senior brother! Don't mention those shitty things. I came here today just to talk. Why talk about these unpleasant old things?" The red-robed old man waved his hand to dissolve the embarrassing atmosphere in the air.

After thinking for a long time, Monk Shi Jing took a few deep breaths and sat down calmly.

"You and I have been separated for more than ten years, apart from those old things, what else can we talk about?" Monk Shi Jing asked in confusion.

"Yeah, it's been more than ten years! Brother, you have been hiding in this small ruined temple to waste your time, your cultivation is useless, your blood has become cold, and you don't even know what happened outside. What else can you say?" where?"

The old man in the red robe seemed to be sighing, and seemed to be complaining about Senior Brother Li Jing in his mouth. The more he talked, the more excited he stood up, throwing the teacup in his hand far away, and then looked at him with his hands behind his back. The scenery outside the gazebo.

"This is the life I chose, and it's also my practice. Even if you look down on me, Junior Brother, please don't slander it at will!" Monk Shi Jing said with a rather strong attitude.

"Hmph!" The red-robed old man snorted coldly, and continued: "I just look down on your evasive attitude. It was only my fault for stealing the bell back then. They blamed you, and you let them punish you. Don't you know? Do you resist?"

"Your whole body is full of enthusiasm and blood, are you feeding it to dogs?" The red-robed old man asked loudly, getting angrier as he spoke.

Facing the questioning from his junior brother, Monk Shi Jing shook his head lightly, and said calmly: "You stole Hong Zhong, you are guilty, and I am also at fault. These punishments are what I should suffer, and have nothing to do with other things."

Faced with the indifferent attitude of the senior brother, the red-robed old man had nothing to do with him, took a few deep breaths, and said: "Phew... it's up to you, it's the path you choose anyway, and it's up to you how you want to go. I'm just a talkative person."

Monk Shi Jing smiled lightly, as if he had won the victory.

After a while, the red-robed old man sat down again, made himself another cup of tea, took a sip, and said, "But now we don't have to worry about it anymore, the clock is gone."

"What?" Monk Shi Jing frowned and asked in surprise, "You mean Hong Zhong is gone?"

"Yes, it's gone." The red-robed old man shrugged helplessly.

"Didn't you just say it was your Zhong wife? Why did it disappear? Don't come here to scare me!" Monk Shi Jing retorted.

"Zhong's wife? That's just a theory. Is it possible that I really want to marry Zhong Baitang? This matter is complicated to talk about, and it has to be talked about more than ten years ago..." The red-robed old man laughed at himself Smiling, suddenly fell into the memory.

"After being kicked out of the temple by you all those years ago, I followed that old guy Xuantian in the cultivation world. After more than ten years, I finally made some reputation. The only pity is that no one inherits my skills. To be able to look at other people's disciples is full of envy."

"Didn't you leave the temple and deny that you are a monk? Why don't you get married and have children, and then pass on all your skills to your descendants?" Monk Shi Jing asked back.

His question seemed to touch some funny point, the red-robed old man immediately laughed, and said: "Hahahaha, I am used to being a monk, and I am accompanied by Zhong's wife, how can I see those vulgar fans?"

"Okay, what's next?" Monk Shi Jing continued to ask helplessly.

"Later, I naturally wanted to find a few disciples to pass on my skills, and also to enjoy the fun of being full of disciples."

"Then found it?"

"Find a fart! The old man has been looking for a whole ten years, but there is not a single material that can be made. After the aura is exhausted, those young people with a little bit of potential have been snatched up by the three major factions, and all those left behind are crooked melons and dates , none of them are worth cultivating!"

Speaking of this, the red-robed old man seemed a little angry, stopped and scolded the three major sects, as well as the heads of the three major sects, his tone was not polite at all.

If the disciples of the three major sects were here, what kind of expression would they have when they heard the old man in red scolding the head of their family like this?
Monk Shi Jing was also a little speechless. He also felt too helpless about the fact that the three major factions snatched all the talents he could make, but there was no way to do it.

The aura is exhausted, and only the three major factions with a lot of resources can teach good disciples. Those young people with potential will naturally go to the three major factions if they are overwhelmed!

The three major sects have mastered the most cultivator resources and recruited young people with the most potential. Naturally, they can teach the best disciples, and then get countless good names and praises. Finally, they rely on these good names and praises to maintain their strength. disciples, to obtain more resources, thus forming a snowball effect.

As the snowball rolls bigger and bigger, it will naturally hit the snowman next to it, and even snatch the snow from the snowman's body, causing irreconcilable contradictions!
(End of this chapter)