Qu Huanbo put down the wine gourd and followed the sound.
When he saw Li Sao, he had a slight smile on his face.
"It turns out it's you, the little monk."
After saying that, he took the opportunity to sit next to Lisao, opposite Zen Master Loneliness.
Among the six people, only Qu Huanbo was slovenly and there was no sign of the full moon on his clothes.
The young man who was with him also yawned and sat down directly opposite Li Sao without any courtesy.
"Amitabha."
"Li Sao, why don't you introduce me to my teacher quickly?"
Zen Master Loneliness was also curious as to how his young disciple could know people from the Xuanjing Division.
Li Sao clasped her hands together and pronounced the Buddha's name: "Master, this is the alcoholic senior that my disciple told you before."
"When my senior brother and I went out for training, we were taken care of by the alcoholic senior."
"master?"
"Alcoholic?"
As soon as Li Sao said these words.
The two looked at each other at the same time.
When their eyes met, a few sparks seemed to burst out.
Even Li Sao and the sleepy young man on the side were stunned.
These two people are... having trouble.
"Amitabha."
Zen Master Loneliness puts his hands together in a salute.
"The poor monk is lonely, I have seen the alcoholic senior."
"Senior, my name, my loneliness has already struck my ears like thunder. When I see you today, I am indeed a hero in wine."
The name of the drunkard is famous all over the world.
There is no one who doesn't love wine in the world of wine. Anyone who enjoys this drink has heard the name of a wine addict.
Sure enough, the name of "drunkard" came out.
There was a burst of exclamation in the small inn.
"Alcoholic?!"
"You are an alcoholic who is drunk today and drunk now?!"
"I thought he was a beggar just now! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"
"I have the best cup of wine in my life. Meeting a drunkard today is like meeting a saint."
"Senior drunkard, please bow to the loyal drunkard!"
"Senior alcoholic, let's drink to you from Luofengshan!"
"See the true face of a drunkard, Shushan Mingjiang, three cups for a drink!"
"If you have Dao Chiyao, drink a bucket first."
"Hmm hum hum ~ hum hum ~"
"Fierce Light Sect..."
"Black Wind Castle..."
…
As expected, the crowd was excited and everyone raised their glasses to invite everyone, but they were afraid of disturbing the elegant mood of the drunkard.
They each bowed at their seats to show their full respect.
A smile appeared on Qu Huanbo's face, he raised the gourd and turned it around as a return gift.
"Good luck with your drinking, Mr. Drinker!"
"Good luck with your drinking, Mr. Drinker!"
All the heroes spoke in unison.
There seems to be no grudges or sects at this moment.
A room full of drunkards, having a great time.
Qu Huanbo nodded slightly.
I didn't expect that even in such a remote southern Xinjiang, my reputation would spread so widely.
Thinking of this, I felt secretly happy.
Looking at the lonely Zen Master in front of him, he couldn't help but feel a little proud on his face.
Qu Huanbo pulled out the wine gourd, and the rich aroma of wine hit his nostrils, making everyone addicted.
"Loneliness, loneliness, what a good name."
"In ancient times, all the sages were lonely, only the drinkers left their names."
As he spoke, he opened the cup in front of Zen Master Loneliness and filled a cup.
"Mr. Drunkard's wine!"
"The monk is so proud that he lets Mr. Drunkard pour wine?"
"Oh, Mr. Alcoholic's wine!"
"If I could have a sip, I would live ten years shorter."
"I'm willing to die drunk!"
Wow~
The amber in the cup is fragrant.
But at this moment, Zen Master Loneliness made a namaste: "Amitabha, senior, please wait a moment."
"I think I'm going to live up to the kindness of my senior. It's not easy for a poor monk to drink."
This sentence itself is also unusual.
It is normal for monks not to drink alcohol.
However, in this scene, there is a room full of drunkards, and Mr. Drunkard pours the wine himself.
Even the monks at Daguangming Temple who strictly abide by the rules and precepts probably cannot refuse.
As a result, Zen Master Loneliness stopped drinking?
As soon as these words came out.
The entire inn fell into a deathly tranquility.
"That monk...isn't he a fool?"
"Mr. Drunkard's wine is right in front of him, but he doesn't know how to appreciate it!"
"This monk is going to lose his life!"
Sure enough, one stone stirred up a thousand waves.
But the drunkard Qu Huanbo smiled heartily: "Great monk, you have great concentration."
"The mind of Zen is clear and the Dharma has no leakage."
"Senior, that's a big reward."
But Qu Huanbo changed the topic: "It's just a pity that a sprout in wine will give birth to a flower from the other side."
Seedlings in wine? Flowers of the other shore?
Lonely Zen Master is very knowledgeable, but he still can't understand the meaning of Jiu Chi's words.
Miao in wine naturally means leaving the dust.
Li Chen's true energy contains the nature of wine, and he is good at wine.
It is indeed the best seedling in the wine industry.
It's a pity that I have to stay in Shasheng Temple to seek for the Buddha's attainment on the other side.
Zen Master Loneliness smiled and retorted: "Senior's words are wrong."
"The seedlings in wine are also the flowers of the other shore, and the flowers of the other shore are also the seedlings in the wine."
Zen Master Loneliness made it clear with these words that he did not mind having another inheritance in Li Chen.
That is to say, he agreed to Li Chen’s apprenticeship as Jiu Zhi.
The path to true cultivation is a long one.
It is a blessing to be taught by others.
To take a step back, to leave the dust is to kill the Buddha immediately.
What is killing Buddha's son?
The future abbot of Sesshoji Temple.
As long as his identity is bound, there is no fear of him becoming stronger.
The stronger he is, the more benefits he will bring to Sesshoji.
When the drunkard opposite heard this, his eyes lit up: "Hey, hey, OK, OK."
“Great monk, it’s so interesting~”
"I'd like to give you a drink."
"Let the things in this cup bloom flowers from the other side."
"Amitabha, good, good."
…
Shasheng Temple, Sutra Pavilion.
Li Chen pinched his eyebrows.
I haven't felt this dizzy and dizzy for a long time.
Only now did he realize that using the 'Shura Field' simulated combat method was consuming his own spirit.
Just now he simulated nearly fifty times in succession in the Shura field.
Finally survived the fifth move.
[There is great terror between life and death, born in the heart and manifesting in the body.]
Every time Li Chen 'dies', he will gain many insights in his heart.
Now, as long as Uncle Ji Xian makes a move, Li Chen can react immediately.
Although he is still far from his opponent, he is finally able to calmly confront the enemy.
Feel the gains and losses in the fight.
This is the realization in Buddhism.
The mind realizes Zen and understands the Dharma.
Only in this way can we not fall behind.
This cannot be achieved simply by practicing hard.
Holding back the headache, Li Chen's mind escaped into his Dantian.
Started to practice "Principal Girl Hunyuan Chapter" with the three girls.
Feel the majestic power of the soul.
The headache was relieved immediately.
[Brother Mage, your skills have become more and more powerful recently.]
[Ouch, I really want to go to Sesshouji Temple...]
The three women expressed their longing for each other.
Then he devoted himself to practicing again.
There were tears of lovesickness, and Li Chen could hear what they were thinking.
Including the outrageous little monk possessed by a blood demon.
[Blood Demon, Blood Demon, you have to grow up silently, and then slaughter the entire Killing Temple.]
[Just leave the little monk Lichen alone to relieve his boredom.]
[Using Sesshou Temple as the base, we develop from south to north and defeat each of Kyushu.]
[And Xuanjing Division, please wait, that day is not far away. 】
【a ha ha ha.】
The blood demon was very happy.
But it may be a bit difficult to achieve.
At this moment, a golden light flashed in the mirror.
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