My wife is a reborn big boss

Just as the four were about to leave, Abbot Xuankong spoke up: "This humble monk has something to say to Young Hero Wu. Se, why don't you take these two out first?"

Xiao Bai stopped and turned to look at Wu Qiong.

Wu Qiong nodded slightly, and Xiao Bai turned around and followed Ye Qingxuan, who was abstaining from sex, out of the house.

After the three left, Wu Qiong remained calm and asked, "I wonder if the abbot has anything else to instruct me on?"

Abbot Xuan Kong's smile was enigmatic: "Is the 'Golden Relic' fun? You've never tried it before, have you?"

Wu Qiong was startled, and his hand instinctively reached for the wooden sword "Poetry" at his waist, but his face was full of sincerity: "'Golden Light Relic'? I have never seen it before, Abbot, you must believe me."

Abbot Xuankong smiled knowingly: "Since I have kept you here alone, young hero, I will not make a fuss about this matter. You need not be wary."

Little brat, trying to act tough with me.

Wu Qiong lowered his hand, his expression relaxed: "When was I exposed?"

Abbot Xuankong's smile remained unchanged: "I had my suspicions when I first saw you at the temple gate, because you look so much like the person who stole the treasure back then."

They're all equally despicable.

Wu Qiong was puzzled: "To conclude that I am that person based on just this? The abbot is being far too irresponsible."

"Not only that, but on that day, I hinted to you, young hero, to come find me at midnight, but I did not tell you the location of the abbot's room. You were able to perfectly bypass the many monks' quarters and the patrolling monks, and quietly find the location of the abbot's room. Isn't that an admission of guilt?" Abbot Xuankong couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Old ginger is spicier," Wu Qiong remarked. "So that's how it is. Is the abbot trying to retrieve the 'Golden Light Relic'? Unfortunately, I didn't bring it with me."

Abbot Xuankong shook his head: "That's not the case. Although the temple has a legend that there seems to be some secret in the 'Golden Light Relic,' no one has discovered that it is any different from other relics in the past thousand years. It looks like just an ordinary relic. It is only because it was left by Bodhidharma that its symbolic meaning outweighs its practical meaning."

Wu Qiong breathed a sigh of relief. Although the "Golden Relic" was of little use to the Shaolin Temple, it was different for him.

Abbot Xuankong continued, "But this humble monk has a request. If you grant it, young hero, the Golden Relic will be yours."

"Abbot, please speak."

"When you go to the Taiqing Sect to deliver the message, young hero, I... no, I want you to take their sect's most prized treasure, the 'Taiqing Glazed Pendant,' as well." A chilling glint flashed in the abbot's eyes.

Wu Qiong asked cautiously, "Why... is that?"

Did the feud between Shaolin and Taiqing Sect not end in reconciliation? Is he trying to take advantage of the situation to cause trouble in order to plot against Taiqing Sect?

Or is it... that he wants to use the Taiqing Sect to get rid of me?

Last night, Wu Qiong, who is both the director and screenwriter, expressed his deep regret at not being able to act in the film himself.

"Just because of losing a worthless relic!" Abbot Xuankong's face was contorted with rage, his teeth clenched. "That bastard Sikong Tiezhu has been mocking me for years! I'll make him taste what it's like to be mocked! We agreed to be rich and powerful together, barking at each other! Now that he's the sect leader, he's putting on airs like a high-ranking Taoist master. Bah!"

Sikong Tiezhu is the secular name of Master Ziyang, the leader of the Taiqing Sect.

Incidentally, Abbot Xuan Kong's secular name is Ouyang Ergou.

Wu Qiong stared blankly at the hysterical Shaolin abbot before him, and couldn't help but wonder if he would even be able to walk down Shaoshi Mountain alive.

"Amitabha." Abbot Xuankong resumed his appearance as a kind and benevolent enlightened monk: "This humble monk has lost his composure."

Wu Qiongqian chuckled twice: "Hehe, I didn't see or hear anything."

Abbot Xuankong nodded with satisfaction: "Then I'll leave it to you, young hero."

Sigh, the abbot must be exhausted. If only Jiese (a Buddhist monk) were as perceptive as Wu Qiong. Other people's children are always so much better.

Wu Qiong solemnly cupped his hands in greeting: "Abbot, rest assured, even if it means facing mountains of knives and seas of fire, I will not fail your trust."

Without waiting for Abbot Xuankong's response, he turned and fled in a sorry state.

.........

Jingzhou, the imperial city of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

On this day, a group of four people walked into the market.

They were bald, had one hair sticking out of their heads, were poor, and were cold; they were none other than Wu Qiong and his companions.

"Sigh." This is the umpteenth time that abstaining from pornography has sighed.

Ye Qingxuan finally couldn't contain his curiosity and asked, "You've been sighing the whole way, what's wrong?"

After a month of living together day and night, the three of them became increasingly casual in their room.

Why not four people? Because Xiaobai only had eyes for Wu Qiong. Jie Se and Ye Qingxuan were traveling together, and it was already a good thing that Xiaobai didn't find them annoying.

Jie Se sighed again: "If I had known that the dried food in the temple would sell so well, I would have opened a shop at the foot of Shaoshi Mountain to sell dried food."

Along the way, Wu Qiong made his business selling Shaolin specialties a great success.

With the prestigious reputation of Shaolin Temple, even a tael of dry rations costing one tael of silver was in high demand and short supply. Within a month, the dry rations that would feed thirty people for half a year were almost gone.

Actually, the Shaolin Temple brand was only a small part of the reason why the guests were so enthusiastic about these dried foods. The real reason they were willing to pay for them was that these dried foods, which Wu Qiong named "Viagra," inexplicably had aphrodisiac functions, according to his boasts.

Wu Qiong chuckled as he counted the silver notes he had just exchanged from the money exchange, laughing, "It's mainly because I'm good at business. Otherwise, do you think these hard, tattered rations are worth much?"

Jiese frowned and said, "Aqiong, you've gotten too big for your britches."

Wu Qiong didn't even turn his head: "Please call me Ah Shuai, thank you."

Just as the two were arguing, an ordinary-looking middle-aged man walked over.

He said warmly to Wu Qiong, "My master sent me here to wait for a long time. Please come with me, young master."

Wu Qiong asked doubtfully, "Uncle, you must have mistaken me for someone else. I have just arrived in the capital and am unfamiliar with the place. I do not know anyone here."

The middle-aged man was puzzled: "But my master told me to wait for a man with a wooden sword at his waist, an extraordinary temperament, and unparalleled beauty. Could I have made a mistake?"

Jie Se interjected, "Although this humble monk does indeed have a wooden sword hanging at his waist, his demeanor is unparalleled and his appearance is peerless... I'm afraid you've come to the wrong person."

The middle-aged man nodded and was about to leave when a hand was placed on his shoulder.

Turning around, the young man with a wooden sword at his waist said solemnly, "That's right, the man with the extraordinary temperament and unparalleled appearance that you've been waiting for is none other than myself."