The Prodigal Son of the Empire

After hearing what the great monk said, he reacted instantly.

He stared blankly, so this great monk is the one who made him cross?

Because of his order, Dong Qian targeted Wang Kang and instigated Liu Cheng to pull the unlucky guy to release paper kites in a thunderstorm, so that the unlucky guy was struck by lightning and died.

From this he came through the soul...

The theory of fate is really mysterious and ethereal.

Wang Kang couldn't help sighing...

"The little benefactor is really smart..." the great monk said with a smile, this statement shows that he has admitted it.

This guy is definitely an expert, Wang Kang has no doubts about this.

In a small monastery, there are less than ten people, all of whom are martial arts masters, and that one's goodness is still top-notch.

As the abbot, what is he?

Thinking of this, Wang Kang began to try to win him over, if this great monk is really a master of martial arts?

With this one person, he can stand up to a thousand soldiers!

Wang Kang smiled and said, "Master, don't you like chicken?"

"Ah?" The great monk hesitated for a moment, and then said: "Slightly happy, slightly happy,"

"I will make a way to ensure that the master has never eaten it. I don't know if the master is interested?"

Hearing this, the great monk looked at Wang Kang with a half-smile, "My mouth is very picky."

"Ha ha!"

"I'm picking your mouth, and I can make you pick it out,"

Wang Kang said with a smile: "Master Guan is not sticking to the etiquette of ordinary families. Isn't it boring in this Gushan Temple? Why don't you go to my Xinfeng County and stay for a few days?"

[Author's Digression]: The first update.

3 Seventy chapters of news, another wave

Hearing this, the great monk looked at Wang Kang with a half-smile.

Wang Kang knows, he must know his own thoughts, this sloppy monk can still give orders to Dong Qian, can he not see his own intentions?

But Wang Kang just looked at him with a smile, so what if he knew?

They are all sensible people, so what's the use of rectifying those vain things?

"Is there any wine?" After a while, the great monk asked.

"Yes, Dukang wine, enough to drink!"

"Dukang wine?" The monk's eyes lit up immediately, "Is it enough to drink?"

This made Wang Kang slightly stunned. Is this a monk? How come he is so excited when he hears about wine and meat.

"Dukang wine, I drank it once," the great monk closed his eyes, as if recalling it.

"The strength of wine is authentic. After drinking it once, drink other things, like drinking swill!"

"It's just Dukang wine, it's too expensive, I can't afford it, I can't afford it!" the great monk sighed.

Seeing this, Wang Kang really couldn't help laughing, and asked suspiciously: "With the master's ability, is there almost any money?"

"Do something, don't do something, this is the rule."

Wang Kang understood, he smiled and said: "I brew and sell the Dukang wine. You can drink as much as you want, no money, just enough!"

"There is no such thing as free wine and meat," said the great monk, who obviously understood this point.

However, when it came to Dukang wine, he was obviously a bit greedy, and said: "I don't drink your wine for nothing, you can arrange people to build a sentry next to my temple."

"That's a good thing," Wang Kang said with a smile, and he didn't care. He knew what the great monk was worried about.

But it doesn't matter, as long as he reaches his own boundary, he can't help it.

"This bitter leaf, I'll arrange someone to transplant it," Wang Kang said again.

"it is good,"

The great monk was a little bit reluctant, but he had indeed lost to Wang Kang, and there was nothing he could do.

Immediately, Wang Kang had a few more conversations with him, agreed on a time, and left here. There are still a lot of things waiting for him in Xinfeng County.

Looking at the back of Wang Kang's departure, the great monk showed doubts and murmured, "Why can't I see through him, his fate?"

On the way back, Wang Kang asked Li Qingman, "Did you see anything just now, is the abbot of the Wuming Temple a martial arts master?"

"Probably not,"

Li Qingman shook his head and said: "But even if he is not a master, he is still extraordinary, at least in terms of strength, he is stronger than Li Yuyao."

"What about you?" Wang Kang asked again.

"I can't tell. He gave me a feeling similar to my master. I always feel that he is very familiar, but I can't remember where I met him."

Hearing this, Wang Kang was even more convinced that this sloppy monk was definitely a truly powerful person...

If this is the case, then we must win over him, at least we cannot make him an enemy.

Wang Kang kept this in mind...

After descending the mountain and returning to Xinfeng County, he went to inspect the construction site again. After this period of construction, Dongcheng District, which started construction the first time, has come to an end.

It's changed a lot now.

Rows of two-story buildings are neatly seated.

This house was built by Wang Kang according to his previous life, and the layout is exactly the same as it.

The exterior is painted white...

New style and tidy.

It won't be long before people can live in it.

After the road construction was completed, a large number of laborers were liberated, and these people also devoted themselves to the construction.