My wife is the reborn boss

Chapter 42
The happy time always passes quickly, and it is the fourth watch at this time.

Now that the play is over, it's time to get down to business.

"Senior Brother Xuan Kong, what should Xuan Le do with it?" asked Master Xuan Jie who was in charge of the Discipline Academy.

Abbot Xuankong had a peaceful face: "Amitabha, Xuan Le, do you have anything else to say?"

Xuan Le opened her eyes: "Give me a chance."

"What else can you do now?" Master Xuanji sneered.

Xuan Le sneered: "It seems that you have not really gained the trust of the Golden Light Buddha. The 'Bodhi Mingxin Dafa' obtained from the Thousand Buddha Caves is not a fragment, but the complete text."

He turned to Abbot Xuankong again, and begged: "Brother Xuankong, I hope you will recite it for the sake of my hard work and no credit for the past ten years. Give me a chance to go back to the Thousand Buddha Caves to complete the complete 'Bodhi Ming'. Heart Dafa' Take it and give it to Shaolin!"

Abbot Xuankong didn't answer, Master Xuanji couldn't help laughing: "Let's not talk about whether you can get the cheat book when you go back, or whether you will come back after getting the cheat book. The poor monk just wanted to ask, how do you know the poor book? The monk only brought back fragments?"

Xuan Le's face was pale: "Is it difficult? Not impossible."

Master Xuanji smiled contemptuously: "The poor monk is not as stupid as you."

Abbot Xuankong opened his eyes, with a compassionate expression on his face: "Junior Brother Xuanyue, don't worry, the little monk will send you away."

Xuan Le showed joy, endured the severe pain in her abdomen, climbed to the front of Abbot Xuan Kong, and kowtowed heavily: "Thank you, senior brother! Thank you, senior brother!"

"Amitabha, goodness, kindness" Abbot Xuankong was merciful, and smashed Xuanle's sky cap with his palm. He didn't even react, and his face still maintained the happy expression of the rest of his life after the catastrophe.

The three masters, Xuanji, Xuanhua, and Xuanjie, all had unchanged expressions.

Only Wu Qiong was in doubt.

Abbot Xuankong turned around: "Wu Shaoxia."

Wu Qiong stepped back a few feet and said vigilantly, "Please speak."

Does he want to kill me?
"...Why are you so far away?" Abbot Xuankong was puzzled.

"The moon looks rounder here." Wu Qiong explained.

"." Abbot Xuankong saw Wu Qiong's distrust, and said with a wry smile: "Young Xia Wu, please don't worry, our temple will not harm you."

Wu Qiong glanced at Xuan Le, who had fallen to the ground and had no breath, and said speechlessly: "Master, don't be joking. If you didn't want to kill me, why would you kill Xuan Le, who is already a useless person?"

I really regret that I didn't bring Xiaobai. If the two of them were together, maybe I could escape without paying the price.

Abbot Xuankong's face was heavy and said: "Because the little monk can't bear to see Junior Brother Xuanyue continue to suffer."

Xuanji said: "Brother is still too kind."

Xuanjie Xuanhua also echoed: "Yes, yes."

Wu Qiong: "Hehe."

Are these bald guys crazy?

Xuan Kong looked at Wu Qiong reproachfully: "Does Wu Shaoxia want him to torture him alive? No, this is too cruel, and I will never allow it!"

"Isn't it good to live?" Wu Qiong was tired.

Xuan Kong shook his head, and said seriously: "Please put yourself in Wu Shaoxia's shoes and think about it, if you become an elder in one of the top sects in Jianghu, and then one day suddenly your dantian is abolished, and all the super powers you have cultivated for decades will be wiped out. You have also become a traitor that cannot be tolerated by the world, can you endure the torment and torture in your heart, and the strange eyes cast by the world, and persist in living?"

"No." Wu Qiong whispered.

But Xuan Le can!Judging from his strong desire to survive just now, it is obvious that he would rather live than die!
"So in order to avoid his pain, the little monk would rather add karma to his body than see him being tortured." Abbot Xuankong closed his eyes in pain and put his hands together.

The other three masters also clasped their hands together, and the four recited the Buddha's name at the same time: "Amitabha."

Facing a lineup of two "innate" and two "natural" lineups, Wu Qiong wisely chose to forget about this matter.

Who is Xuan Le?Is there such a person in Shaolin Temple?
Abbot Xuankong showed a smile of "children can teach": "Now that this matter is over, let's do what you promised the young hero last night." After waiting for the three unique schools, I will let the young hero observe them overnight, but I need to be accompanied by my two juniors, Xuan Jie and Xuan Hua."

For the deal reached last night, Wu Qiong helped investigate how many spies were in the temple and who the spies were.If the matter is successful, Shaolin will allow him to observe the 'Maha Wuliang Jue' and the 'Bodhi Mingxin Dafa' and 'Vajra Prajna Heart Sutra' brought back by Xuanji.

"Thank you, the abbot really keeps his word." Wu Qiong bowed solemnly, and then, led by Xuan Jie and his two, headed towards the scripture storage pavilion.

A faint murmur came from behind: "You want to leave after offending the abbot?"

Wu Qiong's pace of leaving quickened.

"Brother, is it really good for an outsider to learn these three unique skills? After all, the three volumes in one are the golden martial arts practiced by the legendary Bodhidharma." Xuanji frowned, and suddenly a flash of inspiration: "I understand Senior brother sees that this son will be extraordinary in the future, if we can’t get rid of him at this time, we should make a good relationship with him, so as to prevent him from harming me in Shaolin in the future!”

"Junior brother, you have already returned to Shaolin, and you don't need to act anymore, so don't have so many dramas in your heart."

"Then why"

"It doesn't matter." Master Xuankong interrupted him, and said calmly: "The three volumes of 'Tathagata Crossing the Heart' is indeed a golden martial art, but it has a fatal flaw, so it doesn't matter if Wu Shaoxia gets it."

Xuanji said in a deep voice: "Unless you have a thousand years of cultivation, even if you learn this tactic, you will not be able to use it."

Abbot Xuankong nodded, with a mysterious smile: "And the relationship between Wu Shaoxia and Shaolin goes beyond that."

Master Xuanji thought deeply when he heard the words.
In the early morning of the next day, Wu Qiong woke up from the meditation with his eyes closed, put down the three volumes of unique learning in his hand, said hello to the two masters of Xuanjie and Xuanhua who had been guarding him all night, and walked out of the Sutra Pavilion.

As he walked, he complained in his heart: "What the hell! Tathagata's mind-saver formula? Still need a thousand years of cultivation? Where the hell do I have a thousand years of cultivation!"

Not far away, the little white girl with her arms folded on her chest leaned against a tree and closed her eyes to rest her mind. She had been guarding here all night.

Wu Qiong approached quietly and looked at her carefully.

At this time, it happened that Chaoyang was just born, and the sunlight hit her face through the leaves, adding a bit of softness to her stern and pretty face.

Wu Qiong couldn't help stretching out his sinful left hand, stroking towards her face.

The little white girl opened her eyes, looking at him quietly with black and white eyes.

It just so happened that a breeze blew by at this time, and a strand of hair from Su Mubai's temples fell mischievously in front of his ears.Wu Qiong's outstretched left hand naturally put the strand of blue silk behind her ear, and did not withdraw his hand, but caressed her delicate, blushing auricle.

After a long time, he said softly, "That's great."

When the spring breeze blows gently, 17-year-old Su Mubai is standing there.

People say that the years are never far away, and there is no parting in youth. However, the years are helpless and the memories are fading with the wind.From 27 years old to 17 years old, the affectionate eyes spanned ten years, and more than ten years can tell all the stories clearly. After all, what is young is youth, and what is flowing is time.

The spring morning sun shone on his face, adding a touch of tenderness to the corners of his raised mouth.

The little white girl looked at him blankly.

After a long time, his eyes narrowed slightly.

"Getting acquainted with you at the beginning is like returning from an old friend"

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