The village chief and the innocent ones followed the Changsheng monk and started using their chopsticks.
Li Xiaobai and Liao Wang took a piece of meat from the tail of the fish, carefully put it into their mouths and chewed it slowly.
But the two of them regretted it as soon as they ate it. The fish tail was full of thorns. Li Xiaobai didn't know how to practice and had no skills to protect his body. Although his physical strength was extraordinary, the fish bones were not vegetarian. This was not an ordinary fish.
Some kind of deep sea monster with fish bones as hard as iron.
The most important thing is that there is no place to spit out the thorns, there are no bamboo baskets on the ground to put garbage, and only the longevity monk and the village chief have handkerchiefs on the table, which means that they have no choice but to swallow the thorns.
Zhu Wang's face is not looking good. Although his cultivation level is high, his physical body is weaker than Li Xiaobai's. The fish bone is stuck in his throat and he dare not use his cultivation level to protect his body. It is disrespectful to use the exercises at the host's house. Arima
This was a lesson learned from the past, so he didn't dare to break the rules, so he could only endure the pain and swallow the fish bone into his belly little by little.
"Don't you two like spitting out fish bones? I still have a handkerchief here."
After they finished eating, the village chief took out two brand-new handkerchiefs and said with a smile.
Li Xiaobai gritted his teeth: "It's okay, just take calcium supplement."
"Is this master called Wang?"
"I heard Lord Buddha talking about you, and I am also his disciple. Unfortunately, he retreated from the starry sky and lived in a corner. It is difficult to see you again."
Monk Changsheng said leisurely, it seemed that he was speaking to Wang, and he also seemed to be speaking to the village chief.
"Ami...wu..."
He forgot to recite the Buddha's name and quickly shut up as soon as he opened his mouth. His throat was pierced by a fish bone, and blood was seeping out little by little. He almost vomited out the blood in his open mouth.
This immortal monk is extremely insidious, and he tried to trick Wang into coughing up blood. This is a temple, and vomiting blood is definitely a taboo in the temple.
"The last disciple of Lord Buddha in his later years was extraordinary. He was able to endure his body's instinctive reaction."
The immortal monk praised.
"But, how should you deal with yourself next?"
Monk Changsheng got up and made a cup of tea for Wang and Li Xiaobai.
The host makes tea and the guests have no reason not to drink it. Li Xiaobai is safe and sound, but if he forgets, he will be in trouble.
If you drink the blood from your mouth, it will spurt out, desecrating the temple and breaking the rules.
Not drinking means not giving the host face, is not in line with etiquette, and also breaks the rules.
Time passed by, and he was caught in a dilemma, while the other three people at the table had already finished their tea. Ripples appeared silently in the void, and big black hands reached out and grabbed Wang's body.
"puff!"
With a sip of forgetfulness, blood sprayed all over the floor, the Buddha's light shone all over his body, a golden lotus bloomed from under his feet, and disappeared into the house in the blink of an eye.
He ran away, but the big dark hands did not chase him. Dozens of hands gently knocked on the space, causing ripples in the void again. The big hands reached into it, and Wang Wang's body was dragged back bit by bit.
"Donor Li, you must abide by the rules. In the early stage of the Immortal Realm, the little monk has no power to fight back..."
These were the last words left by Liao Wang, and then he was pulled into the back mountain by dark hands.
"I forgot about it."
"I have no power to fight back in the immortal realm. What kind of cultivation level does this person have?"
Li Xiaobai calmed down and calmed down.
The power of that hand is indeed far beyond that of a monk in the Immortal Realm, but if he had such power, why would the longevity monk bother to set up such a banquet and kill them under such complicated rules?
Moreover, the Changsheng monk was also abiding by the rules, and every move was extremely etiquette. He did not attack them directly, but more like waiting for them to make mistakes and use the mysterious power of the back mountain to eradicate the three of them.
"Donor Li, you are the only one left."
"continue?"
Monk Changsheng picked the dishes, the village chief picked the dishes, and Li Xiaobai picked the dishes. If he kept this order, he would not make any mistakes. He also paid attention to the way he drank tea. After a few rounds, everything was normal.
Seemingly sensing that Li Xiaobai was entering a state that could not be defeated by simple means, the three of them began to chat.
"Those who were hanged in the back mountain were villagers who broke the rules, and some outsiders as well."
The longevity monk said.
Li Xiaobai shook his head: "I don't believe it."
Changsheng Monk: "This village was originally in ruins and it was difficult for the villagers to survive. After I brought God's favor, everything went smoothly, so the villagers believed in God's will."
Li Xiaobai shook his head: "I don't believe it."
"Whether you believe it or not, it doesn't matter. If you stay for a while, you can feel the villagers' fanatical belief. For them, Buddhism and cultivation are not necessary. As long as God does not abandon them, they will
Peace of mind forever.”
"You must think that the people who died in the back mountain were killed by the poor monks, but the poor monks did nothing. Those people were dealt with by the villagers. They thought that doing so would gain God's favor, and this is indeed the case!"
Li Xiaobai continued to shake his head: "I don't believe it."
No matter what the monk Changsheng said, he would always respond with two words: "I don't believe it."
The more you talk, the more likely you are to make mistakes. Sometimes the simplest methods are often the most effective.
"The law of the poor monk is called order, and justice is its greatest characteristic. Even the poor monk needs to abide by it. No one can disobey it. This is both an advantage and a disadvantage. It can be said to be a double-edged sword."
Seeing that Li Xiaobai refused to let go, Monk Changsheng took the initiative to send some information.
This trick is always unfavorable. In the past, no matter how smart a person was, after knowing the secret of his rules, they would lose their composure and try to find loopholes to lure him into breaking the rules. Little did he know that when he thought like this, he had already fallen into his trap.
Then he responded with just two words: "Awesome."
Changsheng Monk: "..."
"What is the name of the village chief?"
Li Xiaobai asked coldly.
Unable to achieve immortality, he planned to take action on the village chief. He had a vague idea of the laws of order.
"Shangguandong."
The village chief talks very little and rarely opens his mouth. He is also afraid of making mistakes.
He deliberately grew long hair to cover his eyebrows, a white beard, and a face that was unclear. His skinny body was covered in a wide robe. He was using this method of occlusion to increase his error tolerance.
Li Xiaobai was keenly aware of the opportunity: "But your granddaughter's surname is Fang."
"The granddaughter I recognize is not my biological son."
"What about your biological one?"
"died."
"How did you die?"
"I sent her to die."
"With a knife?"
"Strangle her to death bit by bit with a rope. I don't like seeing red."
Shangguandong's emotions were as calm as ever. He said that killing his own granddaughter was as easy as killing a chicken.
Li Xiaobai changed the subject and suddenly asked: "Do you want to eat longevity meat?"
"In no mood."
Shangguandong was stunned for a few seconds and quickly answered.
"A village chief who doesn't want to eat longevity meat is not a good village chief, what do you think, master?"
Li Xiaobai looked at the Changsheng monk and smiled.
"The poor monk also thinks so. The poor monk is willing to cut his flesh and blood to benefit the people. However, they tried their best to persuade him and had no choice but to give up."