Xie Changyuan instantly grabbed the epee, as if facing a formidable enemy.
Luo Lie was ridden on the head by a sloppy monk. Although he looked very miserable and haggard, he could not hide his identity as a disciple of the Twelve Divine Palaces. He was still wearing the cloak of the divine palace.
"Strange, hasn't he been solved by the old Taoist priest Ziyin? How come he's not dead?" Xie Changyuan thought to himself.
Beside the bonfire, the atmosphere suddenly became serious. Xie Changyuan was rousing his energy and blood to prepare for a fight, but the two people opposite him had no intention of doing so.
The monk riding on the head has a smile that seems to be drunk and sober, and wrinkles are carved on the dirt-covered face, like an old chrysanthemum blooming.
But Luo Lie just raised his head and glanced at Xie Changyuan, his expression did not waver at all, and he had an expression from beginning to end that was worse than death.
The two wandered to the bonfire, and the sloppy monk stopped singing. He raised his cattail leaf fan and patted Luo Lie on the head. Immediately, his skinny figure soared into the sky, like a fallen leaf landing in front of Xie Changyuan.
And Luo Lie was slapped lightly by the monk, and his whole body sank into the earth like a nail, with only his head still on the ground. He was relieved, tilted his head and fell asleep.
Lie, you have lost your temper so much!
"Amitabha, monk, I am so polite!" The sloppy monk smiled and performed the Buddha salute.
The monk's voice was extremely magnetic. Although he had a skinny face, his voice was as mellow and simple as ringing a bell. His dirty face gave people endless affinity, which made Xie Changyuan, who was about to take action, stop his murderous intention.
Xie Changyuan didn't feel any hostility toward this monk.
"Yes." Xie Changyuan glanced at the miserable Luo Lie, and then nodded to the monk.
The monk chuckled and behaved as if he was drunk or crazy. His small eyes looked up and down at Xie Changyuan with a satisfied expression. Soon, he saw a pot of wild vegetable soup on the bonfire next to him.
He hurriedly said, "Oh, this soup can't be boiled over high heat all the time. The vegetable leaves will lose their flavor when cooked!"
After speaking, he hurried over, grabbed a handful of soil from the ground and sprinkled it on the bonfire, which immediately suppressed the flames a lot. However, he moved very quickly, and at least half of the handful of soil fell into the soup pot.
Xie Changyuan's eyes twitched.
"Alas." He couldn't help but sigh.
The sloppy monk was hovering around a pot of wild vegetable soup, his salivating eyes unblinking, and he raised his head and smiled at Xie Changyuan.
"..."
Xie Changyuan glanced at the half-dead Luo Lie, then looked back at the sloppy monk, thinking that this man was probably an enemy rather than a friend. If he were a disciple of the Twelve Divine Palaces, he would always be wearing the cloak of the palace, and he would never wear it.
A tattered cassock.
Moreover, since this monk was able to subdue Luo Lie, who was in the Martial God Realm, he must have a good level of cultivation, and Xie Changyuan did not intend to antagonize him.
"Master, would you like to eat some together?" Xie Changyuan asked.
Hearing this, the sloppy monk laughed happily and quickly took out a rice bowl from his arms and handed it out.
Xie Changyuan took the rice bowl and felt that the black thing was not surprising. It was probably not a Buddhist ritual weapon. He immediately squatted next to the iron pot and scooped it out and filled it up.
Just when he was about to hand a bowl of wild vegetable soup to the monk, he found that the monk's skinny hands had already touched the edge of the iron pot, and he grabbed the iron pot directly with his fingers, without fear of being burned.
"This pot belongs to me, and what's in that bowl is yours!" The sloppy monk put a pot of wild vegetable soup into his arms and showed a sly smile to Xie Changyuan, his tone full of uninhibitedness and teasing.
After he finished speaking, he was not polite and put his mouth directly to the edge of the iron pot. He put the boiling wild vegetable soup into his mouth, and his prominent Adam's apple rolled up and down, obviously he really drank it.
Xie Changyuan was so shocked that he opened his mouth wide. He looked down at the rice bowl in his hand. There were only a few vegetable leaves floating in the vegetable soup. After drinking it in one gulp and peeing, he felt hungry.
I didn't expect that this monk would actually turn his back on the guest and directly take away Xie Changyuan's pot of vegetable soup, but what could he do? This guy was so shameless that he really made Xie Changyuan laugh out loud.
"Alas." Xie Changyuan sighed for the third time today.
Immediately, he sat silently on the ground, sipping the vegetable soup from the rice bowl with great sips.
"Tons, tons, tons..."
No one spoke in front of the bonfire, only the sound of the monk drinking soup continued for a long time. After a while, the sloppy monk drank a large pot of vegetable soup. He casually wiped his mouth with his sleeve, with a look of satisfaction on his face.
The next second, his eyes fell on the rice bowl in Xie Changyuan's hand. The latter was alert and drank the soup in one gulp. When he was done, he turned the rice bowl over to indicate that it was gone.
The sloppy monk laughed heartily.
He sat on the ground contentedly, always keeping a kind smile on his face. Although he was very thin, he looked like a honest old man.
"Dare you ask Master for his Dharma name?" Xie Changyuan asked.
Although the other party was rude, he certainly couldn't address the other party as a monk directly. He had to find out the monk's name first.
Hearing this, the sloppy monk put his hands together and said in a mellow voice, "Amitabha, my name is Guangji, monk. I am a monk at Dalong Temple in Jintuo Mountain. I would like to thank the donor. Is there anything you need to give to me?"
Monk Guangji smiled brightly, showing his dark teeth, which looked dirty but did not make people disgusted.
"Dalong Temple in Jintuo Mountain?" Xie Changyuan was stunned.
After thinking carefully, Xie Changyuan seemed to have remembered something, and immediately took out a cloth bag from his arms, with a faint hint of golden light inside.
"Is this what the master is talking about?" Xie Changyuan handed it forward.
Inside the cloth bag was a monk's relic, which belonged to the monk who had given him the ancient Zen body-refining method. When this monk passed away, he did not leave a name, only allowing Xie Changyuan to take his relic back to Jintuo Mountain.
Dalong Temple, and the monk Guangji in front of him claimed to be from Dalong Temple.
Sure enough, Monk Guangji smiled slightly, stretched out his hands to take the monk's relic, showing compassion on his face.
"Guanghui Guanghui, complete merits and achieve positive results." Monk Guangji lowered his eyebrows and muttered.
At this moment, this seemingly crazy monk rarely showed a trace of seriousness. He gently touched the relics of Monk Guanghui, his compassionate eyes full of compassion.
Hearing this, Xie Changyuan understood that the monk who gave him the ancient Zen method was named Guang Hui, and he should be the brother of the monk in front of him.
After a short silence, Monk Guangji put his junior brother's relic into his sleeve, smiled, and returned to his normal posture.
"I would like to thank the benefactor for his great kindness. He has not forgotten his original promise and brought my junior brother's relic with him. I would like to express my gratitude here, monk."
Monk Guangji put his hands together and bowed to Xie Changyuan.