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During the Ming Dynasty, the mysterious beastmen tribes called 'External Devil' brought their mysterious weapons to the Yingtian Fu (Nanjing today). Everywhere they conquered the city, they enslaved their people, and the war between humans and 'External Devil' instantly broke out. The foreign Qi warriors of the Jianghu and the martial artists all formed their own sects, transforming into Manchu Sage and participating in the war between the imperial government and the External Devil.

After seeing the powerful strength of the External Devil, the royal family of the Ming Dynasty bowed their heads to the External Devil, gave up on the Manchu Sage sect and ignored it. They signed an unequal treaty with the External Devil and agreed to allow the External Devil to occupy the land of the Ming Dynasty.

From then on, the External Devil ran rampant, and under the influence of the technology of the External Devil, the Ming Dynasty began to develop their 'science and technology' policies. The royal family was even controlled by the 'External Devil', and became 'puppets', and even issued a 'extermination decree', exterminating the Buddhist and Taoist sects, cutting off the heritage of the people, prohibiting the citizens from walking with swords or sabers, forbidding the citizens from using fists to fight, and forbidding those who violated the laws of the arena to compete in techniques.

At this time, Guangdong Province had a small town in Guangzhou, known as Laixian.

"Master, this broken temple is about to collapse. We have to hurry and find our next home!"

"Master, I just ran into a few teams of demolished houses at the foot of the mountain. I heard that they're going to be converted into some kind of bathing center."

"Master, do you think we should move the bricks together for a few days to earn some living for the winter?"

"Master, what else do you have that you can't remove? It's not like I'm asking you to go to the street entrance to perform with a Shattered Rock in your chest!"

In the slightly dark temple, a handsome young man with a branch in his mouth said to the old master who was sitting on the brick bed meditating.

The master the teenager spoke of was dressed in beggar's clothing, a hairy Balding Head. Snowflakes fell from the broken tiles of the temple, landing squarely on the old master's bald head, freezing him to the point where he shivered.

The old master stretched out his crossed legs and took out five books that were bound in lines from his bosom. He then took out a book and threw it to the young man. Receiving it with one hand, the youth looked at the cover of the book that read 'The things that must be said between Xi Tian and I.' Shaking his head, he tore it up and threw it into the fire.

The old master glanced at the young man, closed his eyes, and said angrily, "What do you know? I am a disciple of Shaolin Buddha and have Shaolin's unique heritage. I never lower my head to the Evil External Devil, this is called professional ethics, don't you know that I am a monk that Shaolin studies? If you still want your master to perform with a chest crushing stone, you will be able to whisper it, add some firewood, and freeze to death. "

"Come on you! Don't find excuses for your laziness. Young Lin Fu Clan's disciples, you want to go in and have a meal at a public house? " The young man suddenly snapped his fingers and shouted, "That's right, why didn't I think of it? We can impersonate Shaolin disciples and go into the prison for the winter. That place is really warm, and it's also for food.

"You should die early. If you have any prospects, fine. I feel ashamed for you. I only grilled a chicken for half a day."

"Yes, yes."

With a strike of the hammer, the scorching hot rocks at the outer layer were struck. The fragrance immediately wafted into the air, causing the youth's appetite to rise. After the youth cleaned up all the rocks that were hot to the touch, a fried chicken with three heads and three pairs of wings was presented in front of him. The old master unceremoniously tore off a chicken wing and began to eat in a beautiful manner, completely forgetting about what he had just said about Shaolin studying the identity of monk.

"What feed did this External Devil feed the chickens? It had two pairs of wings and two heads for no reason. I don't know if we would grow arms after eating it. Master, do you think Nezha would eat the same brand of feed?"

"Eat your head! Third Prince Nezha only managed to obtain the [Three Heads, Six Arms] divine ability through painstaking cultivation. How can a chicken that has taken medicine and been injected with hormones compare to him?" The old master paused before continuing, "You have followed me up the mountain for a whole ten years, and we haven't been getting along very well these past ten years. Master has already taught you everything that I should have taught you.

The young man could not help but curse in his heart, "What do you mean by training with me on the mountain? Obviously, you took me away from the private school when I was eight; and what do you mean by teaching me?" The young man could not help but curse in his heart. "What do you mean by training with you on the mountain when you were eight years old, you took me away from the private school when you taught me everything you should teach me? Fortunately, such bitter days had finally come to an end. Thinking like this, the youth couldn't help but moisten his eyes.

"Ai, I also know that you are reluctant to leave. After all, you have lived for ten years. In my heart, you are like a rich man, and I have some feelings for you."

"F * ck, Wang Cai is our dog that we adopted. Am I a dog in your old man's eyes?" Besides, didn't you end up eating Wang Cai's money, an old man, in the end? The youth secretly cursed the old man in his heart.

After finishing his meal, the old man burped and immediately fell asleep, ignoring the young man's complaints. Not long after, a snoring sound could be heard. The beams on the roof were all shaking and rustling, and some snow was flying into the dark temple.

The boy was bored. He stood on the hill and looked at the streets filled with noise and desire during the night, luring people like moths to a light. He sighed and went back to the temple, saying that the outside world, the rich and the drunk, had nothing to do with a homeless family like me.

As he threw branches into the fire, the youth thought back to his miserable life. He was an orphan when the External Devil invaded his Great Ming Dynasty, and his parents had not been there since he could remember. From the time he could remember, he had lived in a place called 'Jiao Xi private school', and lived until the year he was eight years old, when the sad Shi En met his current master.

He vividly remembered that there had been a big snowfall that winter. The old master was wearing a Taoist robe then, instead of his current monastic robe. He had a goatee and was as thin as a skeleton. He was lying at the back door of the private school, covered in snow. He had found him while sweeping the snow in the morning. It was also because Shi En was too kind at the time and soft-hearted at the time that she took two hot vegetable buns from the kitchen for him to eat.

Who knew that after the old master finished all the food, without saying a word, he chopped at Shi En's neck. Shi En stared with his large eyes at the old master, not knowing what was going on. Only then did the old master embarrassedly take out a brick and give it to Shi En's head. When he woke up, he was already dragged up the mountain by the old master's Broken Temple. Under the guidance of the old master's vile methods, Shi En was forced to become his disciple.

The night passed silently, and when Shi En woke up on the second day, he discovered that the old master was no longer in the lousy temple. A note was left beside him. Shi En opened it and instantly, a nameless flame rushed from the skull to the dragon bone.

The old man had written on the poster of the goddess of Liu Qian Mei's children with charcoal strips! Shi En wanted to cry, but no tears came out. This was his dream's goddess, he now felt that his own goddess had been humiliated by his old master.

Shi En endured his grievance and looked at the old master's message.

"My disciple, do not think too much. My master possesses unrivaled divine arts, and I had an epiphany yesterday night. My divine arts have reached large success, becoming an immortal after obtaining the dao and becoming an immortal. My master is enjoying life in the Western Sky."

"Bah!" Shi En spat, and secretly ridiculed in his heart: If this old man can really cultivate to perfection, I'll split his butt for you. He looked down.

"My disciple, please do not resent me. I have already expended my entire life's energy to teach you the supreme divine arts every night when you were sleeping. I hope you will remember my teachings and expand the sect."

Shi En suddenly felt a chill behind him. When he thought of the dirty old man doing some unsightly things to him every night while he slept, he felt as if he had been insulted by someone who had shed tears. The messages were not over yet. Shi En covered his mouth to prevent himself from crying and continued to read.

After you leave the mountain, immediately head over to the Yingtian Fu, find 'Bu Gan House', and there will be a person called Snake inside. Once you find him, he will help you arrange a job, this is what I can do for you at the end, take care.