It was another night of drinking to relieve sorrow. Zhang Junbao, who had been wandering all day, was carrying half a bottle of Lao Baigan, and was drunk and shaking on the road. He was crying and suddenly shouted like crazy, "I grass, this society, my grass! Don't let me catch a chance. As long as I give me a chance, I will do whatever I want!"

"Are you sure?" A voice came from somewhere.

"I'm sure I'm willing to die!" Zhang Junbao roared angrily, regardless of who was talking to him.

"Hehe! Boy, you have a good bones and can be the successor of my robe. This book is what I have learned throughout my life, so I can practice it!"

"Bang!" a loud bang.

Drunk, Zhang Junbao only felt that he was slapped with a big mouth, his mind was gone, and he knew nothing.

At dusk the next day, Zhang Junbao suddenly opened his eyes and found himself lying on the lawn of the park, with a yellowed ancient book beside him, which read several traditional Chinese characters "The Almighty Cultivation Sutra".

What's going on? Did you really meet a master? Zhang Junbao's eyes rolled, and he put these two treasures in his arms, and then quickly walked towards the rental house.

Back at the rental house, Zhang Junbao couldn't wait to open the ancient book and read it. It was full of traditional Chinese characters that he didn't know, which made him confused and lost his interest in practicing.

Just then, a woman's voice came from outside: "Is anyone? Is anyone inside?"

Zhang Junbao was a little curious. Why are there any women looking for him so late?" While thinking, he opened the door with curiosity on his face. Then he realized that it was no one standing at the door, but it turned out to be the landlord Li Li.
Chapter completed!