The killing monk never thought that after he went out for a trip and came back, his designated disciple would be abducted by others.

That kind of complicated mood is like watching the cabbage in your own field being pushed back and forth by a pig.

That ignorant Zen mind that was unmoved by the eight winds, picked up and put down again, almost had a few cracks.

"My apprentice... such a good successor... is gone."

The killing monk looked downcast, as if he had aged a bit, and the resentment in his eyes was even deeper.

He silently put away his fierce momentum that shook the heavens and the earth, and glared at Jin Lanzhou fiercely.

The latter felt an inexplicable chill on his spine and his hair stood on end.

It's like an ordinary person encountering a giant insect in the mountains and becomes frightened.

I'm obviously Ji Jiulang's apprentice, why are you taking advantage of me?

Jin Lanzhou murmured in his heart, hunched his neck and ducked to the corner of the flower hall.

Although this skinny old monk looks unattractive, without knowing the depth of his strength, it is better to be cautious.

Only by taking care of everything can you live a long life.

The wind roared in Jinlan's boat, leaving Ji Yuan alone to face the murderous monk.

Meeting that resentful gaze, he seemed a little embarrassed and said with a smile:

"Master, please listen to my explanation...

The thing is, I got up and went to Qin Tian Prison yesterday, and happened to bump into Mr. Jian Zheng.

For some reason, he insisted on accepting me as his disciple and refused to let me go.

In order to escape and return home, I endured the humiliation and endured the heavy burden!

He reluctantly agreed to be this registered disciple...it was just a registered disciple, and he never performed the master-disciple ceremony of kneeling three times and bowing nine times.

It doesn’t count at all!”

Ji Yuan deliberately emphasized the word "name".

Generally speaking.

This is no different from lay disciples of Buddhism.

He is not qualified to pass on the mantle and take over the throne.

The status is far less than that of the true disciple, and the inner sect is more important.

Jin Lanzhou next to him heard the corner of his mouth twitching, secretly sighing at Ji Jiulang's shamelessness and wishing to expose his hateful face on the spot.

"Named disciple? Are you serious about this?"

A glimmer of light suddenly appeared in the murky eyes of the killing monk.

If Ji Yuan becomes a close disciple of Jianzheng, he will inherit the method of Qi training in the future and even take over the Sheji Tower.

It is absolutely impossible for him to enter Buddhism again, practice Zen martial arts, and become a successor of his own lineage.

But if they are just registered disciples, there is room for change.

"Master and I hit it off instantly and live under the same roof.

Our mutual affection is unparalleled by others, and it is absolutely impossible to deceive us!"

Ji Yuan held his head high and said loudly.

"Bah! Old monk, he is lying to you! Please wake up!"

Jin Lanzhou's face trembled and he roared in his heart.

Fortunately, he used to think that Ji Jiulang was a reckless warrior, but now it turns out that he was too naive and was deceived by appearances.

This city is so deep, no wonder he has the ability to jump three levels in a row, from Tiqi to hundreds of households.

In the future, you must work hard to make friends with him, and you must not offend him.

"Haha, I knew it...it must be that old ghost from prison who forced you to do so!

Jiulang, this is not your fault, and I won’t blame you!

I just hate that the old man in charge of the prison has no face and skin, and he coerces and intimidates a junior. He is really shameless!"

The killing monk frowned, showing a rare loss of composure.

The good disciple he chose had a pure nature and never valued fame or fortune.

Moreover, he is full of Buddha nature, how could he easily fall into the Qin Tian Prison’s sect.

The supervisor must have used some insidious means!

"This great monk... I am the secretary of Qintian Prison.

Is it inappropriate for you to make arbitrary comments about justice in front of me?"

Jin Lanzhou coughed twice and warned carefully.

"The old man I'm scolding is that old ghost Meng Xuanji. How do you treat him?"

The killing monk's face was calm, his eyelids were drooped, and his appearance was decayed, as if he could be blown down by a gust of wind.

But his tone was outrageous, and he even called Jian Zheng by his name.

"Then I'm sorry for being rude!"

Jin Lanzhou straightened his back, determination flashed across his brows.

Then he raised his hands and covered his ears.

It wasn't over yet, there was a "swish" sound, the corners of his clothes turned, and the whole person turned his back completely.

"Great monk, please do as you please!"

Jin Lanzhou shouted loudly.

He never loses when he loses.

Even in front of a great master.

You must also maintain your own pride!

Say the cruelest words!

Do the most cowardly thing!

As expected of you!

Ji Yuan twitched the corner of his mouth, showing some appreciation in his eyes.

"Lao Jin, you are so capable of adapting to circumstances and knowing current affairs.

It’s really unfair to be a secretary, at least I have to be a Lingtai Lang.”

Ji Chengzong did not get involved in the turmoil caused by the robbery of his apprentice. He hurriedly got up early and walked out of the flower hall, accepting the official uniform and waist badge sent by Qin Tianjian.

He stretched out his hand to carefully touch the blue and white silk robe, an excited look appeared on his face.

"Jiulang is so promising that he can actually become a Qi practitioner in Qin Tian Prison!

Moreover, he is also a disciple of Jian Zheng, so he is a real land immortal!

In the future, wouldn’t Jiulang be able to enter and leave the palace and have the opportunity to meet the saint..."

Ji Chengzong couldn't help but feel pleasantly surprised, and immediately called out his mother-in-law at the top of his voice.

Let her immediately prepare some supplements for Ji Yuan to celebrate.

After all, when it comes to noble status, no one in the court can compare with Qin Tianjian.

The Qi practitioner explored dragon veins for the royal family and selected Feng Shui.

For the Jing Dynasty, he monitored the national destiny and observed the stars and worshiped the sky.

Just like the fairy family in ancient times.

It has a mysterious aura.

"Almsgiver Ji, although my martial arts skills are not as good as Meng Xuanji's, I am still a first-class and distinguished person, not much inferior to that old ghost."

The killing monk felt quite unhappy when he saw the joyful Ji Chengzong.

Apart from his reputation and martial arts skills, is there anything else he can't do compared to that old ghost Meng Xuanji?

If it weren't for the master's fame and wealth, would he be able to show off his power in the Qin Tianjian?

"Ah, Master, you are right.

Why are you standing there? Hurry up and ask someone to buy some incense, candles, and ingots.

Jiulang gave our Ji family a glorious ancestor, I want to tell the elder brother, if he knows something under the spring..."

Ji Chengzong did not take the killing monk seriously at all, but maintained a good attitude and did not show any contempt.

The killing monk's face relaxed, and he couldn't help but feel a little angry. He sighed softly in his heart:
To be continued...