At this time, with a loud shout, Lu Tihong stepped out from the crowd, blocked the sloppy monk, and looked at the big men opposite with an angry look.
"Little girl, don't meddle in other people's business. If you don't get out of the way, I'll beat you up too!"
The middle-aged man with a mustache looked at Lu Tihong fiercely, with a ferocious expression on his face. The several big men beside him also stared at her with unkind expressions.
"I will take care of this matter. Bullying an ordinary person is nothing!"
Lu Tihong turned his hand and took out his sword, and the spirit-transformation level aura radiated from his body.
As soon as Lu Tihong's momentum spread, the people around him became agitated, and looked at Lu Tihong with a hint of awe.
The one with the highest cultivation level in the entire Ling'an City is only at the Spiritual Realm level. He who has reached the Spirit Transformation Realm is already a strong man. The middle-aged man with a mustache is only at the Tempering Realm. None of the thugs have reached the Spirit Transformation Realm level.
"Girl, misunderstanding, misunderstanding, we don't want the monk's money anymore."
The middle-aged man with a mustache hurriedly apologized, greeted a few big men, and quickly returned to the inn.
Seeing that there was no excitement, everyone left in a hurry.
At this time, the crouched monk on the ground stood up. His nose was already bruised and his face was swollen. He smiled red at Lu, showing a row of burnt-yellow teeth. "You're good, little girl. Thank you very much."
After saying that, the sloppy monk put his dark palm into his arms, took out a pan chicken, and started eating by himself.
Lu Tihong looked at the monk with sympathy, turned over his hands and took out a storage bag, "I have a hundred gold coins here, take it, and don't eat Overlord Meals in the future. You have no cultivation, and you can easily be beaten."
dead."
The sloppy monk's eyes lit up, he rubbed his greasy palms on his tattered clothes, took the storage bag unceremoniously, opened it, his eyes shone, took the storage bag, turned around and walked into the spiritual hall again.
An arrogant voice came out from An Inn, "Haha... I'm rich today. Shopkeeper, please put some delicious food on the table so that I can eat enough!"
Lu Tihong stood there blankly, his eyes were already a little red, and he looked aggrieved.
"What's wrong with Miss Lu?"
Yi Feng appeared behind Lu Tihong and asked softly, with a slight smile on his lips.
"That monk is so irritating. I'll give him a hundred gold coins. If he saves some money, he can still hold on for a while. If he spends so much now, I'm afraid he won't be able to hold on for even two days. Wouldn't he be hungry again by then?"
Lu Tihong stamped her little foot and said with some hatred for iron.
"Miss Lu is kind-hearted, but everyone has their own lifestyle. Some people like to be sloppy, while others like to wear bright clothes. It's not easy to change, not to mention..." Yi Feng turned to look at the inn, with a trace in his eyes.
A flash of light flashed, "This monk is no ordinary person. Let's go. I'm hungry too. Let's have a meal here."
Yi Feng and Lu Tihong walked into the inn. As soon as they entered the door, they saw the sloppy monk sitting in front of a table, eating haphazardly. The table was piled with various delicacies. Beside the table, there were
It was the mustached shopkeeper. He nodded and bowed, holding in his hand the storage bag that Lu Tihong gave to the sloppy monk.
Seeing this scene, Lu Tihong stamped her feet again, with an angry and aggrieved look on her face.
Yi Feng went straight towards the sloppy monk and sat directly opposite him.
"Hook up a guy!"
"Go, go, go, you can't eat my food for free."
The sloppy monk raised his head and glanced at Yi Feng, and said vaguely. He waved the palm of the chicken leg with a look of impatience.
"I'll treat you to this table."
Yi Feng said, taking out a storage bag and placing it on the table.
"I have money, why should I ask you to invite me? If you don't leave, I won't be polite."
The sloppy monk opened his round eyes and scolded him rudely.
"You are so unreasonable. I still gave you the money. Senior Wu Ming is my friend. You are not allowed to be rude to him."
Lu Tihong's face was already flushed and he said angrily.
The mustachioed shopkeeper on the side also said: "Nvxia, this person is not worthy of sympathy at all. Your good intentions have been ruined by him."
As he said this, he stuffed the storage bag into his arms.
"Hey, little girl, if you regret giving me money, you can ask the shopkeeper for it, but the food is already in my stomach and I can't spit it out."
The sloppy monk chuckled and rubbed his round belly with a satisfied look on his face.
"You..." Lu Ti's face turned red with anger.
"Forget it, since you don't welcome me, I won't bother you."
Yi Feng stood up, interrupted Lu Tihong's words, walked to a kongzhuo near the corner, and sat down.
Lu Tihong sat opposite Yi Feng, with a look of anger still on his face.
"Senior Wu, did I give him the wrong money?"
Lu Tihong asked with some regret.
"Eat first, and then we'll talk after you finish eating."
Yi Feng called the shopkeeper and ordered a table of food and wine.
Yi Feng was quite satisfied with his meal, but Lu Tihong remained unhappy, his eyes constantly drifting in the direction of the sloppy monk, without even moving his chopsticks.
Half an hour passed, and after the sloppy monk left, Lu Tihong finally couldn't bear it anymore and said again: "Senior..."
"Miss Lu, do you know why the other party didn't want me to treat you before?"
Yi Feng put down his chopsticks, looked up at Lu Tihong, and asked.
"He doesn't want to use the money I gave him to pay for it."
Lu Tihong said angrily, "I really regret that moment of kindness."
The corners of Yi Feng's mouth curled up, revealing an inexplicable smile.
"Everything has a cause and effect, and good and evil will eventually have their rewards. One hundred gold coins is not much, but it is a good cause. But I do not have this kind of blessing."
Hearing Yi Feng's words, Lu Tihong felt incomprehensible and had a look of confusion on his face.
"What do you mean, senior?
The juniors don’t understand.”
"Do you know who this monk is?"
Yi Feng asked.
"who?
Seeing that there is no aura fluctuation in his body, could he be an expert?"
Lu Tihong's eyes lit up slightly. She had also practiced for a while and knew that some strong people would often hide their aura and cover up their identity.
"This person is exactly..." Yi Feng said, but when he said this, he did not go on, and a voice came to Yi Feng's ears.
"Yi Feng, please hide your identity for me first."
Lu Tihong looked curious, but didn't hear what Yi Feng said.
"Can't say."
Yi Feng shook his head, a glint of light flashed deep in his eyes.
Yi Feng has already determined the identity of this sloppy monk. He is none other than Mo Daozi, the powerful man who founded the Yinling Sect.
Demon Daozi, a powerful person in the realm of immortality, was originally a Buddhist powerful person, but he voluntarily became a demon. He used his own methods to combine the power of Buddhism and magic to create the power of the demon Buddha. Yi Feng was severely injured at the beginning, and the Buddhism and magic in his body conflicted with each other. After getting
After Mo Daozi passed on, the problems in his body were solved and his strength improved greatly. Mo Daozi felt a lot of kindness to Yi Feng.
Before, the power of the demon Buddha in Yi Feng's body was faintly throbbing. After seeing the sloppy monk, although the monk hid his aura in no way, even his appearance was different from what he saw.
, but Yi Feng still had doubts, and now it is confirmed.