The guy who was stepped on by Shangluo was an old monk with a gray beard and slovenly clothes. If the monk's clothes were not patched, this guy might not be much better than the beggar on the street.
The old monk, who was estimated to be in his seventies or eighties, screamed pitifully after being stepped on by Shangluo. The bamboo leaves rustled in an earth-shattering manner, and the whole forest seemed to be alive. It was so noisy. Upset.
Shangluo was really frightened. She froze on the spot and was at a loss.
When the old monk had enough howling and finally reacted and stretched out his other hand to open the shoe, the frightened Shangluo subconsciously raised her right foot to avoid it, and then stretched out her left foot. The other person's hand also stepped on my foot once.
Then the old monk screamed strangely again.
Lu Hanjiang, who had his ears blocked, rolled his eyes while watching the operation of the two sleeping dragons and phoenix chicks. His face was expressionless and he didn't even have any emotions in his heart.
Shangluo finally came to her senses and finally realized what happened. She quickly apologized: "I'm sorry! I really didn't see your hand here..."
The old monk was so painful that he burst into tears. He blew hard on the shoe print on his hand distressedly, which made Shangluo embarrassed. She felt guilty and apologized several times.
Shangluo wanted to go forward and help the old monk up, but unexpectedly, a wine bottle crossed from the ground and landed at her feet. She was so frightened that she immediately retracted her hand and jumped back half a step. .
The old monk didn't pay attention to her actions, but rather distressedly picked up the wine jug from the ground, raised his head and poured it into his mouth. Unfortunately, not even the bottom of the jug was left. He shook it for a long time, and that was all. Three or two drops.
The old monk stuck out his tongue and put the few remaining drops of wine into his mouth. He looked like he was still unsatisfied, which showed that he was a drunkard.
This special scene also allowed Shangluo to gradually regain her composure from a series of chaos. She looked at the monk in surprise and asked: "Old... master, aren't Shaolin monks not allowed to drink? Why knowingly commit the crime?”
The old monk stared at the empty bottom of the pot with longing eyes, and finally put it down in disappointment for a long time. He was seen leaning on the ground and casually glanced at Shangluo.
"Why, Shaolin's precepts also stipulate that no killing is allowed. Of those in the Arhat Hall, who doesn't have a few human lives on their hands?" The old monk's tone seemed to be quite disdainful.
Shangluo was stunned. This old monk was full of disdain for Shaolin's precepts. Could it be that she was lucky enough to see another demonic hero who rebelled against the sect today?
Thinking of this, Shangluo said enthusiastically: "Master, are you... dissatisfied with Shaolin and the abbot?"
Hearing this, the old monk glanced at Shangluo again and said angrily: "You are a cute little girl. How come you have all these bad thoughts in your heart?"
"No way!" Shangluo exclaimed, "I'm not trying to defend you."
"What kind of person are you trying to fight against an injustice? How can you speak ill of a good person like Abbot Lingxu behind his back? This is not the behavior that a gentleman should do." The old monk shook his head and lectured. He didn't know where he thought he was being shaved.
Bald.
"I am a woman, and I am not a gentleman by nature," Shangluo pouted: "Master, you always say good things for Abbot Lingxu whether you open your mouth or not. Do you know each other very well?"
"What does it mean to be very familiar? The girl was born with two eyes for nothing, but she can't see Taishan with both eyes." The old monk got up angrily, and the smell of alcohol hit his face, scaring Shangluo and hurriedly ran away.
I saw him patting the dust on his body, taking out a dirty red cassock from the corner and putting it on. He also hung up a string of one hundred and eight Buddhist beads from somewhere, and picked up a rusty stick from the ground.
The stained demon-conquering pestle.
"Ahem."
The old monk standing with one hand coughed twice, burped, and said unsteadily: "Listen up, old monk, I am the abbot of Northern Shaolin, Lingxu."
"......ah?"
After three to five seconds of silence, Shangluo's exclamation almost scared the old monk away: "Are you Abbot Lingxu?!"
The old monk, who claimed to be Lingxu, touched his ears with his fingers in a very nondescript manner, and said leisurely: "Why, doesn't it look like it?"
"Of course it doesn't look like it!"
Shang Luomei's eyes widened, and she started to circle around the old monk Lingxu, looking at her over and over again. The man in front of her was worse than a disciple of the Beggar Clan's Dirty Clothes Sect. After all, he was just simple, but he didn't care about cleanliness. This old monk
It's just like something from the trash heap.
The rumored Abbot Lingxu, a man who was so powerful in the martial arts world that the demons were so frightened by his name, that he was as famous as Qi Yunzi, the headmaster of Wudang, how could he be such a drunken and sloppy guy?
Shangluo couldn't think of how to describe it for a long time. After holding it in for a long time, she could only say: "You don't look like the abbot of Northern Shaolin!"
Lingxu stroked his muddy beard and said leisurely: "That person said that all living beings are neither me nor that, so why are they not me? I am all living beings, but they are not me, so how can they not be that? Hey! Then!
That brat over there! Don’t waste the old monk’s bamboo! It’s very expensive!”
The first half of the old monk's words had already confused Shangluo, and the second half of his words brought her back to her dizzy state.
She quickly looked back. It turned out that when she was facing off against the old monk, Lu Hanjiang had already gone to the side to fiddle with the bamboo forest with a bored look on his face. At this moment, he had just pulled out a complete green bamboo, and the old monk saw that
His face was full of pain.
Lingxu strode like flying, and in the blink of an eye of Shangluo, the old monk arrived in front of Lu Hanjiang, grabbed half of the green bamboo with his big hand, and the remaining half was still in Lu Hanjiang's hand.
"What a good boy, you have two skills," the old monk Lingxu glared hard: "Huh, did your master teach you martial arts just to bully the orphans and widows?!"
Lu Hanjiang threw the remaining half of the bamboo to the side and said rather speechlessly: "Old monk, you are almost done. You are good at martial arts and can run and jump. What were you howling just now? You are already old at least, but
Please give me some face."
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Old monk Lingxu blew his beard: "You are such a sharp-tongued boy, you are breaking into the Shaolin Temple without permission, why don't you allow me to test it out?"
Lu Hanjiang despised this old monk very much. If an outsider saw the howling like a ghost and a wolf just now, he would feel ashamed for Northern Shaolin. He must have chosen a shameless abbot.
"How did you know we were trespassing?" Lu Hanjiang spread his hands and said in a rogue tone.
"Hey, you still don't admit it," Lingxu returned Lu Hanjiang's look of disdain: "Bei Shaolin is not a small family. If you, a disciple of the Xiaoyao Sect, come to the door, they will not send anyone to follow you? There is no guide at the moment.
What else could you do if you weren't trespassing?"
"Maybe they just got lost."
To show off his shame, Lu Hanjiang may not be jealous of the old monk. He said indifferently: "Old abbot, since you already knew my identity, why did you bother to show off like that just now?"
"Don't say it, don't say it."
The old monk shook his head, as if he was drunk again. He immediately put aside the unpleasantness just now. He didn't mention the bamboo at this time. He turned around and asked: "We have guests coming from afar, why don't we have a few cups?"
"...Are you really a monk?" Lu Hanjiang suddenly became suspicious.
The old monk laughed loudly: "That's a good saying. After wine and meat pass through the intestines, the Buddha will remain in his heart. If you drink wine on the West Street and get drunk on the East Street, this magical life is not more interesting than knocking wooden fish in the temple every day?"
"I can't tell, old monk, you are quite open-minded," Lu Hanjiang raised his eyebrows, then waved his hand to refuse: "But it's a pity, I don't drink, how about you serve me some tea."
"You are so rude... but are you really a disciple of the Xiaoyao Sect?" This time it was the old monk's turn to look surprised.
Lu Hanjiang asked curiously: "Why, is it strange that Xiaoyao sect disciples don't drink?"
"Of course it's strange," the old monk said leisurely and contentedly: "The Xiaoyao sect is full of drunkards from top to bottom. Taixuan and Taiwei are all people who love wine. Taiyiben is also a member of this sect. I heard that he got drunk once.
I had a child and then gave up drinking.”
"Hey, there is something like this, come on, come on, tell me quickly." Lu Hanjiang said with great interest.