The voice of a big black dog was vaguely heard in front: "Bald man, you fucking chased me from Guanjiangkou to the game, and you are still chasing me now. Did I steal your wife, or dig your ancestral grave?"
The monk sneered: "I've made a good pot of dog meat, but you stirred it up for me. How can I spare you? Do you know how difficult it is to get a good pot of dog meat on Lingshan Mountain?"
Yi Zheng was speechless for a while. A monk actually eats meat?
Why fucking eat meat in Lingshan!
What does this guy think?
Isn't he afraid that Tathagata Buddha will slap him to death?
"Rabbit, tell me, is this his fault?" the monk suddenly asked Yi Zheng.
Yi Zheng's ears were being grabbed by him, how could he dare to say no, so he shouted: "Lord Buddha is right, the worst thing in the world is to be hungry and have your food taken away! Lord Buddha, I support you!"
" Yi Zheng shouted.
Hearing this, the big black dog roared with grief and anger: "Stupid rabbit, you know nothing, I am the dog meat stewed by him!"
Ga?
Yi Zheng was stunned. This operation really caught him off guard!
However, the monk didn't seem to realize that he was wrong, and said confidently: "I caught you based on my ability. If you run away, you will ruin my food. If I don't beat you, who will I beat? Besides, it's just a game. If you let me stew once, we will be done with it."
Is it not good?"
"Fart! If I make you stew once, how can you still survive? Fifty percent loss, how can you compensate me?" the big black dog yelled angrily.
The monk also became angry: "Lord Buddha, I told you very well but you didn't listen. In that case, let's just rely on our abilities! I'll see where you run today!"
The big black dog was also desperate for his life. He stuck out his tongue and shook the old man. Just when the monk was about to catch the tail of the big black dog, a voice sounded: "Welcome to Mount Tai!"
The voice is loud, gentle, and steady as a mountain.
The two running men stopped instantly, and then realized that they had reached the foot of Mount Tai.
Yi Zheng looked around and found no one, so he muttered: "Who is talking?"
The big black dog shouted at the top of his lungs: "Old Tai, do you care if someone kills the dog?"
The majestic voice sounded again: "Fellow Taoist, in this gathering of gods, harmony is the most important thing. Please be kind and leave your personal grievances to be resolved outside the conference."
This time Yi Zheng heard it clearly. The voice actually came from deep inside the mountain. It was the mountain that was speaking!
"Holy shit, this mountain is really a spirit!" Yi Zheng muttered in his heart.
The monk curled his lips and muttered: "Outside, I wouldn't give Huang Feihu face, but here a stone spirit dares to give face to a poor monk..."
But he immediately said loudly: "Amitabha, since Taoist friend has spoken, I have to give you this face. Are you still following the same rules for this mountaineering?"
Taishan said: "Of course, we will be in groups of three, first come first served."
The monk grinned, pointed at the big black dog, and raised the rabbit in his hand: "These two and I are considered a team, okay?"
Then he stared at Yi Zheng and the big black dog fiercely, as if to say, if you dare to refuse, I will kill you.
Although Yi Zheng felt that this bald man was unreliable and had a big problem himself, at this moment it was obviously not the time to fall out with this bald man, so he nodded like a chicken pecking rice like a chicken pecking at rice: "I have no problem!"
The big black dog wanted to refuse, but he clearly felt that as long as he refused, the bald man would take action, the kind that even the God of Mount Tai would not give him.
Although one hundred and twenty people were not happy, the big black dog still nodded and said: "Let's do it."
"Since you all have no objections, we can naturally form a team." Taishan God responded: "I wish you all the best."
Then the voice of Mount Tai went away.
Yi Zheng finally couldn't help but said: "Is this mountain really a spirit?"
The big black dog gave him a roll of his eyes: "Nonsense, didn't you hear it all? That guy is this mountain!"
But the monk shook his head and said with bright eyes: "Not necessarily!"
Yi Zheng and the big black dog looked at him at the same time, and the monk said: "Don't look at me, I just said it casually."
Both Yi Zheng and Da Hei Gou felt that the thief Bald should know something, but no matter how they asked, he just kept silent.
The monk casually threw Yi Zheng to the big black dog. The big black dog opened its mouth and bit Yi Zheng's rabbit ears, and followed behind with the rabbit in its mouth.
Yi Zhengdao: "Actually, you just need to let me down. I can walk by myself."
The monk grinned and said: "It doesn't matter, poor monk, it's just..."
The big black dog didn't open his mouth, and directly said through his spiritual consciousness: "Rabbit, I am the most warm-hearted person. You are so fat, it is easy for you to fall off the scale when you walk by yourself... Ahem, you get tired easily, so it will be better if I walk with you."
"
He seemed concerned, but Yi Zheng always felt that this dead dog had no good intentions.
Along the way, the big black dog was walking behind like a second-rate man, hanging at a distance, neither running nor following, always keeping a vigilant eye on the monk.
Just like that, a strange combination appeared on the mountain road of Mount Tai. A monk was walking unsteadily in front, and a dog followed behind with a fat rabbit in its mouth...
Yi Zheng hugged his arms: "Brother Hei, please let me down. Aren't you tired of holding me like this?"
"I'm not tired!" the big black dog replied firmly.
Yi Zheng was helpless. He had tried to talk about anything along the way, but when he came down, the big black dog's attitude was extremely determined.
Yi Zheng gave up after talking for a while. Although he knew that this dead dog must have bad intentions, Yi Zheng didn't care. After all, it was useless to care. These two guys were too strong!
Yi Zheng was not sure he could win any of them.
Moreover, the two of them were clearly incapable of dealing with each other. Instead of jumping out and confronting one of the two, it would be better to wait. Sooner or later, these two would have a fight, and then he could sit on the mountain and watch the tigers fight, the snipe and the clam fight, and the fisherman would benefit.
.
Now all he has to do is pretend to be weak. As long as no one takes him seriously, he will win!
Furthermore, Yi Zheng himself is the target of public criticism. Instead of being left alone and being noticed, following the two of them will provide safety, and secondly, he can ask for a lot of information, which has many benefits.
So Yi Zheng stopped struggling and asked, "Would you like to call the Buddha in front of you?"
The big black dog sneered: "He is a bullshit Buddha. His name in the game is Meat and Wine Monk! He is an incompetent monk!"
The monk looked at him coldly: "Damn dog, of course this poor monk is not Buddha, but you are not Krishna either..."
"Shut up!" the big black dog said anxiously.
The meat-and-wine monk chuckled and said, "How about you give me a tooth on my hind leg as a sacrifice, and I don't say your name?"
The big black dog firmly refused: "No way!"
The fair-weather monk said: "His name is..."
"Wait a minute!" The big black dog interrupted the meat-and-wine monk.
The fair-weather monk smiled and said: "You agree? That's right. Give me a dog leg. With your strength, you can recover casually. This will have no impact on your strength at all. How wonderful."
The big black dog came up to Yi Zheng with its mouth in its mouth: "What's delicious about dog legs? Have you ever eaten spicy rabbit heads?"
At this moment, Yi Zheng finally understood why this dead dog kept holding him in its mouth. It was to prevent him from running away and to use him to top the tank at any time!
As soon as the meat-and-wine monk heard the spicy rabbit head, his eyes suddenly brightened and he looked at Yi Zheng.
Yi Zheng's heart trembled, and he quickly shouted: "Spicy rabbit head is not delicious, too much pepper is anesthetic.
Dog meat is delicious. As the saying goes, if the dog meat rolls three times, the gods will not be able to stand still!"
