Wang Lang took out his ears and looked at the small old man. The old man was covered in spots and was dressed very dirt. His top was put inside the belt. The belt was a red rope.

"Agou Chen, if you count your age, I am indeed younger than everyone here, but if you count your seniority, you have to call me Uncle Master. Is that what you are talking to your Uncle Master?" Wang Lang said, "The melon seeds in his mouth.

Chen Agou sneered, "Black Dragon King, you are arrogant. I want to see if there is still a Black Dragon King in the world after the martial arts conference."

Wang Lang took a sip of tea, stood up and took the teapot over and poured himself a cup of tea, "You don't care about this, but you don't have one thing to worry about. I'm sure if there is any Chen Agou in the world."

Chen Agou's expression changed, "Are you threatening me?"

"You are really right. I'm threatening you." Wang Lang said lazily.

Chen Agou put the gun on his belt, "Then let's ride a donkey and read the songbook, and walk and see."

"Little guy, you are so monkey spirit, you should know why everyone present can gather together." Mr. Qifeng said slowly.

Wang Lang shook his ears, "Shenlong Stone, right? I want to say where the Shenlong Stone is. I don't know. You don't believe it, right? Instead of doing this, it's better to start a fight with real swords and guns. You win, kill me, I won. I will cut off one by one who chased me back then."

"Little kid, I've been abroad for a few years and have eaten something wrong. I just came back and talked so wildly, and I'm not afraid of biting my tongue." A voice came from the opposite side. The person who spoke was a fat man who was more than two meters tall, with a very rich appearance and good skin. If his hair and eyebrows were not white, he would feel that he was only fifty. He grabbed a string of Buddhist beads with both hands and turned slowly. His words were very slow but steady, and every word could clearly fall into his ears.

The hair is not long, but you can vaguely see nine ring scars from the hair.

The thing like quit scars used to exist, but now it is basically gone, and it is rare. It mainly hurts this thing, but among monks, the more quit scars, the more awesome it is. Just like in a foreign name, the more tattoos it is, the more awesome it is.

Wang Lang took a sip of tea and looked at the monk who was a monk but not a monk. This man became famous before Shi Ling, but he was different from Shi Ling, and he was a kind of jealousy.

This tall man used to be a murderer, but later he became a monk. After staying for a few years, he learned all the kung fu in the temple and recited the scriptures. He ran out to beg for alms. However, when he met a bully, he couldn't help but beat the person to death.

After being beaten to death, I felt sorry for the Buddha, so I ran back to the temple and asked the abbot to burn a scar and quit killing. Not long after, the tall man ran out again. Unfortunately, he met a murderer and couldn't help but kill him again.

After killing the man, I felt ashamed of the Buddha, sorry to the ancient Buddha of Qingdeng, sorry to Amitabha, and sorry to the Eighteen Arhats, so I ran back and asked the abbot to give him another precept scar.

I thought it would be fine if I stayed in the temple, but I expected that a monk in the temple had committed adultery with a married woman. The tall man couldn't help but kill the monk and woman.

After killing someone, I got an old problem, but this time I didn't bother the abbot, so I went to slap myself two rag scars.

Later, a few awesome people appeared in the world, and they fought wherever they went, and they did everything they could and committed all evil and raped. When the tall man heard this, he immediately became unhappy. He ran out of the back mountain of the temple and found those people to do it.

When I returned to the temple, I looked at the Great Hall and the towering Buddha, I felt guilty in an instant, and I was thinking in my heart. I was about to give myself some scars when the abbot came and I personally collected nine scars for the tall man.

Then the abbot asked the tall man to go down the mountain and gave him a lamp before leaving, asking him to blow out the lamp before he wanted to kill someone. What the abbot wanted to say was that if a person dies, it is like a light extinguishing, and life is very fragile. No matter whether the light is big or small, a person is good or bad, he can emit a little light from his own, save his life, and influence him with kindness. Perhaps he can bloom more brilliant lights.

However, this der had a problem with his understanding and thought that what the abbot wanted to tell him was to blow the lights first, and it was better to do something when it was dark.

Few people remembered the name of this monk, but the monk was given a name in the world.

The King of Blowing Lights.

Until now, the light blowing king has the lamp in his arms. Every time he wants to kill someone, he will lit the lamp with a very ritual sense and then blow it out.

Wang Lang grabbed a handful of peanuts and said, "Why are you going to blow the light? Do you want to blow a hand lamp for me?"

The King of Blowing the Light was serious and turned his hands slightly, snorted coldly, and closed his eyes.

"Black Dragon King, yesterday, a few ignorant young people ran out to play. They have not returned yet. They must have died, but the corpse has not been found. I don't know where the Black Dragon King hid their corpses. Although they were a few ignorant waste, the corpses still have to be sent home."

An old man with a clear face and a black Tang suit took a sip of tea and spoke casually.

Wang Lang also took a sip of tea, "I buried you for your help, and I lie on their graves and sang a great compassion mantra. The ancients also said, "Don't laugh at me when you are drunk on the battlefield. How many people have returned from wars in ancient times? It doesn't matter whether they go back or not."

Cough cough cough...

Mr. Qifeng, who was drinking tea, couldn't help but spray out all the water he had drunk and reached out to wipe his mouth, "I've lost my composure, I've lost my composure."

The old man in black Tang suit looked cold.

Shi Ling next to him sneered, "Mo Yuan, it's not good for young people to be too crazy."

The ghost hand wearing a cuckold glanced at Wang Lang, and then looked at Mo Yuan, "Mo Yuan, why don't you, I, Shi Ling, join forces to join forces to do the Black Dragon King? He is dead, isn't it clear whether the Dragon Stone is on him?"

"Everyone, we made an appointment before, don't make things difficult for this little guy before the martial arts conference begins." Mr. Qifeng suddenly spoke.

Wang Lang was stunned, and Qi Feng was making the road peaceful this time, but now he is increasingly confused about what Qi Feng is going to do.

Wang Lang sat cross-legged on the chair, with Cao Qiufeng on the left and Song Buwen on the right.

There were five or six people present who chased Huangfu Ji and Wang Lang back then. There were quite a few people chasing him at that time, and now only these are the ones who survived. These are truly awesome people. The rest of the dead were either killed by Huangfu Ji or died inexplicably later.

Everyone suddenly stopped talking, as if they were waiting for something.

After a while, the shop owner came up, "Seniors, the food is ready. Do you want to serve it now?"

Qi Feng turned his head and looked outside. Before he knew it, it was dark outside, and then he said, "Let's go now."

The store owner hesitated for a moment and looked at Wang Lang, and Qifeng said, "What else is there?"

"There are only twenty-three meals. Because I didn't know that the Black Dragon King was coming, I didn't prepare it for the Black Dragon King in advance."
Chapter completed!