However, thinking of this fat man's strange hidden method, Tang Chen was cold behind him. He didn't know whether this person was an enemy or a friend yet.

During the battle, Tang Chen only glanced at the fat monk with his spiritual sense. After observing him directly, he found that this stinky monk was not a good person no matter how he looked at him.

As a monk, he always violates the precepts and is fond of alcohol and meat. He is not a monk with a pure heart and few desires at all. He is obviously a villain in the market.

"Fat Monk, you have won so many spiritual crystals. If you don't go to the inn, wash and enjoy it, why are you going to this broken house?" Although Tang Chen couldn't see through the monk, he was not as scared as he was.

The fat monk shook the white jade gourd in his hand, pulled out the plug, and drank two sips, and the fragrance of wine filled the yard.

Tang Chen's eyes stared at the white jade gourd in the monk's hand, and a hint of surprise flashed. He could tell that the gourd was a treasure.

After the fat monk stuffed the plug, he approached Tang Chen and circled around Tang Chen. The smell on his body made Tang Chen cover his mouth and nose directly.

"Amitabha, it turns out to be a pit god!" The fat monk was overjoyed and stared at Tang Chen without blinking.

"Stinky monk, you want to kill people, hurry up and wash!" Tang Chen pushed him away, afraid that this fat man would meet him.

"No, no, no, I am full of fairy spirit. Wouldn't it be a pity if I wash it off?" The fat monk shook his head repeatedly when he heard this.

"Fat Monk, I think your wine gourd is pretty good. Why don't you sell it to me? How about I get 100,000 Spirit Crystals?" Tang Chen tentatively said.

"Go on the way, this is my baby, I won't give up!"

When the fat monk heard this, he immediately took three steps back and stared at Tang Chen vigilantly.

"One million, how about it?" Tang Chen threw out another bargaining chip to seduce the monk.

The fat monk waved his hand and took two steps back again: "Not even one hundred million, don't even think about it!"

Tang Chen muttered: "It's fine if you don't sell it, just a jar of wine, you're really a treasure!"

The fat monk obviously heard Tang Chen's words and hugged the white jade gourd tightly, and his vigilance increased a little more.

Tang Chen ignored the monk and walked to the pavilion alone, sat on the railing, then took out a jar of old wine, opened the mud seal, and the wine was filled with fragrance, which made people intoxicated.

Tang Chen picked up the jar, took a few sips, and shouted: "It's so satisfying! What a great wine!"

The fat monk swallowed his saliva and looked at Tang Chen's jar of wine without moving.

Although there is wine in his gourd, it is not as fragrant as Tang Chen's wine, because his wine was stolen from the wine cellar of a small tavern outside the city, so naturally it cannot be compared with Tang Chen's fine wine.

He looked at his white jade gourd and stopped at Tang Chen's wine jar: "Boy, what kind of wine is in your jar? Why is it so fragrant?"

"I'm a immortal drunk who has been hidden in the cellar for thousands of years. There are not many jars in the entire Lingwu City!" Tang Chen's mouth raised slightly, and after saying that, he took a few more mouthfuls and exclaimed.

"Hey! Boy, I'm dry and I'll borrow your wine to moisten my throat!"

The fat monk walked over directly, grabbed the jar of wine in Tang Chen's hand, and poured it into his mouth.

Tang Chen's eyes were slightly condensed. The monk's skills were too weird. He was already on guard, but the other party took the wine jar away.

This person is definitely a master!

"Hey! Stinky monk, you are not kind, how can monks steal other people's things?" Tang Chen curled his lips and said dissatisfiedly.

"What a great wine!"

The fat monk drank the last drop of wine in the jar, and his tongue still swallowed the edge of the jar with uneasy feelings: "Mencius asks you for something, this is called begging alms, how can it be called robbery?"

"Mencius also need to beg for alms with others. If you forcefully take away my wine without other people's consent, it is called robbery!"

"It's just a jar of wine, so I'll give it back to you when I have the wine!"

The fat monk curled his lips and stared at Tang Chen again: "God of the pit, lend me a few more jars to try!"

"Go on the side! Do you think this is water? You can get as much as you want? You have already drunk it!" Tang Chen glared at the fat monk.

"Stingy!" the fat monk muttered, but his eyes were staring at Tang Chen.

Tang Chen was stared at and took a step back: "I said stinky monk, what are your eyes?"

"Boy, don't be stinky monk's name, I have a name!" The fat monk was very dissatisfied with the title Tang Chen gave him.

"What's the name?" Tang Chen smiled.

"Call my magic number Wushi!" The fat monk glared at Tang Chen.

"Wushi? Haha. You are so smelly, I think it's almost the same for you to have shit!" Tang Chen glanced at the fat monk and said with a quip.

"Bao, bah, bah, bah! You kid dares to play with me. I'm going to get angry. Why don't you give me ten or eight altars of immortals to apologize!" The fat monk put his hands on his hips, pretending to be angry, and said loudly.

"Hehe, I said stinky monk, there is no problem with the ten or eight altars of immortals being drunk, but you have to lend me this gourd for two days!" Tang Chen's eyes moved to the white jade gourd again.

"Amitabha, you kid are still thinking about my treasure? Don't even think about it!" The fat monk immediately untied the white jade gourd tied around his waist, threw it into the Qiankun Ring, and avoided Tang Chen far away.

Tang Chen shook his head, very helpless.

He had carefully surveyed the gourd, which was very strange. His spiritual consciousness could not be detected, as if it had been absorbed.

Although he wanted to trick this gourd into his hands, the monk was very smart and his tricks would not work at all.

"Okay, Fat Monk, I don't want your gourd anymore. I can give you a jar of wine, but you have to do something with me!" Tang Chen smiled slightly.

The fat monk's eyes were rolling around, but he did not approach Tang Chen.

Because he knew that the harmless boy in front of him was like him, and he had a lot of tricks in his stomach.

However, seeing Tang Chen's expression, he was confused again, and then asked curiously: "What should I do? Tell me, don't think about the things I fool!"

"Don't worry, it's only good for you, no harm!" Tang Chen looked calm.

"Hmph, you are a god who can kill people and make no life. What good things can you do?" The fat monk obviously didn't believe it.

After saying that, the fat monk turned around and ignored Tang Chen.

Tang Chen twitched his lips, and he didn't care about the fat monk, and walked directly into the corner of the yard. Finally, he stopped at the edge of a well and sat down.

Then, Tang Chen took out another jar of immortals and looked at them carefully.

"The immortal is drunk!"

The fat monk shouted, and his fat body moved instantly, drawing out phantoms, sweeping directly towards Tang Chen, and his wide dirty hands grabbed the wine jar.

Tang Chen held the altar with one hand and attacked with all his strength with the other to fight against the fat monk.

However, the fat monk's movements looked extremely awkward, but they were extremely strange. In less than five breaths, he almost snatched the wine jar.

(End of this chapter)

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