A drunken man was waving the chopsticks in his hand and reciting a poem leisurely: "The wind roars in the cold mountain to meet old friends, riding horses in the rivers and lakes with a pot of wine..."
There are drunken people in bars every day, and there are also many drunkards who like to recite poetry. People have long been accustomed to it, but this person still attracted the attention of the whole restaurant because he was a monk.
His bald head and pure white monk's robe revealed his identity.
"He's just an undisciplined fanatic. Why does the leader value him so much?" Two monks walked into the wine shop. The man walking in front was tall, with a leopard head and eyes, and a huge string hanging on his chest.
The Buddha beads, and their powerful aura made the waiter hesitate and dare not come forward to greet him. Fortunately, another monk had a kind face and a very gentle tone, and said to the waiter: "We are here to find someone, there is no need to greet us.
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"Okay... okay." The waiter hurriedly walked to the side and glanced at the drunken monk who was sitting and reciting poetry. He thought that someone from a big temple must be here to catch the monks who did not obey the precepts.
"This wine is good, waiter, please have another pot." The drunken monk slammed the table.
"No need." A huge palm slapped on the table, drowning out the drunken monk's voice.
The drunken monk raised his head and saw that he was quite handsome. He looked to be in his early twenties. His eyebrows stood up like two sword blades. His eyes were still as bright as stars even after drinking. He was really worthy of his reputation.
With the words "Sword Eyebrows and Star Eyes", he smiled slightly at the fierce monk: "It's Senior Brother Jiexi. Come and have a drink with us?"
"I let you drink!" The fierce monk frowned and smashed the wine jar on the table to pieces with one palm. "You knowingly violated the rules and did not abide by the precepts. Why did our Criminal Court have a disciple like you!"
The drunken monk was not annoyed. He stretched out a finger and guided the flowing wine upwards. Then he gently swirled the wine into a silver line. He raised his head and opened his mouth, and all the wine fell down.
After it entered his mouth, he licked his lips, burped and said with a smile: "If you spend money, you can't waste it carelessly."
"Presumptuous!" the fierce monk shouted angrily, and everyone in the wine shop couldn't help but cover their ears.
"You are so presumptuous!" The drunken monk raised his eyebrows. His voice was not loud, and only the three of them could hear it. However, the fierce monk's voice was instantly suppressed, and the prayer beads on his chest immediately broke with a "bang".
One.
"Okay, okay, we are all fellow disciples." The charitable monk smoothed things over, "We are here to see you today, not to quarrel with you."
"That would be even worse. If it was just a small matter like a quarrel, it would be fine." The drunken monk laughed, "There must be something big and troublesome."
"We don't know anything, but you will soon find out." Charity Monk always had a gentle smile, "The leader is waiting for you, just go with us."
"First seat?" The drunken monk was stunned.
"The first one is already in Qili City." Charity Monk said.
"Oh." The drunken monk fell down on the table. The fierce monk and the charitable monk looked at each other, confused, until a low snoring sound came from the drunken monk. The charitable monk laughed dumbly and stretched out a finger to explore.
Checking his breathing, he shook his head and said, "Are you drunk? You really know how to catch the time."
Hulu Temple.
In a quiet Zen room, a middle-aged monk was turning the rosary beads in his hand and chanting Buddhist sutras in a low voice. Until footsteps came from outside the room, his hand suddenly stopped.
The door of the house was opened, and two monks drove a drunken monk in. They tried to help the drunken monk stand up, but as soon as they let go, the monk's legs weakened and he fell forward, lying on his face.
He fell there.
"First..." The two monks sounded helpless.
"Go out." The middle-aged monk known as the leader waved his hand.
The two monks respectfully called out the Buddha's name, immediately closed the door and retreated.
"Be careful." The middle-aged monk sighed, "Long time no see."
The drunken monk snores like thunder.
"No need to pretend." The middle-aged monk stood up, turned around, and walked to the side of the drunken monk, "Senior brother came to you this time because there is something very important that you need to do."
The drunken monk turned over and scratched his belly.
"You also know that Shanglin Tiangong is no longer what it used to be. The third floor and the four courtyards are very different from each other. Everyone wants to occupy a favorable position in the next battle. Our Criminal Court is in charge of punishment within the sect, and our popularity has never been very good.
Okay." The middle-aged monk looked helpless, "So, we must take the initiative first."
The drunken monk burped, and the smell of alcohol filled the room for a moment.
"Recently, someone returned to Shanglin Tiangong. I originally wanted to take him away first, but I couldn't defeat him." The middle-aged monk sighed.
The drunken monk's eyes suddenly opened: "It's him."
"Xie Kanhua, the owner of Wuyu Tower, is back." The middle-aged monk turned around, "But he came back empty-handed. He didn't bring back that thing. Bai Jile guessed that the thing was in Xie Kanhua's house."
As for the disciple, Qingmingyuan has now been asked to find him."
The drunken monk turned over and stood up: "When did Xie Kanhua start accepting disciples?"
"It's a young man." The middle-aged monk placed a portrait in his arms on the ground, "I saw him that day, and this is his portrait. I wanted to take him away that day, but Helian Xiyue stopped me.
Stop it. Now that Bai Jile has intervened, our Criminal Law Court cannot take action casually, but you haven’t returned to Weilong Mountain for ten years, and they don’t recognize you."
"I asked why my senior brother was willing to let me go down the mountain back then." The drunken monk said with a smile, "It turns out that there was such an arrangement. But those were the killers of Qingmingyuan. How can I defeat them by myself?"
"You should be more familiar with those in Qingmingyuan than I am." The middle-aged monk said slowly, "You are the only child born in Qingmingyuan."
"Brother, you are talking about a dangerous topic." The drunken monk's voice suddenly turned cold.
"Go, Jise. Find Su Baiyi and bring him to me." The middle-aged monk said solemnly, "Now on the third floor and fourth courtyard, the storm is coming, and the survival of our Criminal Court depends on you.
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"It's really a troublesome thing. I don't care about the survival of the Criminal Court." The drunken monk picked up the portrait from the ground and put it in his arms, "But I'll take it."
"Be careful in everything and avoid sex," said the middle-aged monk.
"Brother, don't call me this unpleasant dharma name again. I changed myself to a dharma name after I came down the mountain." The corners of the drunken monk's mouth raised, "From now on, you can call me to abstain from lust but not from lust."
The middle-aged monk was stunned for a moment, then cursed: "It's ridiculous, there's no such thing as a five-character dharma title."
"Aren't I just ridiculous?" The drunken monk raised his eyebrows and opened the door.