He continued towards the caves above the stone wall, with no trace of fear in his calm eyes. For him, this was his practice.

After leaving the Master's Purple Bamboo Forest, he came to the back mountain, which is also where the old monk said that the Master and his uncles went into seclusion for practice.

He also understood that the master wanted to use these old people to hone himself, but he did not expect that these guys would be too difficult to deal with.

These days I walk around different caves near the stone walls every day, interacting with the old monks in the caves who have been in seclusion for dozens or hundreds of years.

Time and time again I felt the irritable temper of the old monks who had a glimmer of hope left but could not get the chance to transcend.

Over the past few days, he had been humiliated by these old monks and even hurt others. Afterwards, he felt more tired than competing with his fellow seniors.

The more times I was injured, the more I felt the astonishing cultivation and skills of these old monks, and how dare I feel any resentment.

Although the dilapidated old monks in the cave yelled at Mr. Wu and beat him at will, they knew whose disciple this guy was and no one dared to seriously injure Mr. Wu.

The attack was still a bit measured, causing Wu Hua Gongzi great pain but not affecting his actions.

It's just that there are many caves on the back mountain stone wall, and there are many disabled old monks. As a result, dripping water will penetrate the stone. Everyone only needs to stretch out their fingers. The total number of old monks still makes Wuhua feel helpless.
Chapter completed!