There are many old stories in the monk's belly, and there are countless secret past events. He casually told a few short stories about the founder of Caomuling Secret Land more than 2,000 years ago, Lu Xiner, who was singing in the tree house on the back of the donkey.
, Green Chan'er, Hua Fenglan flew out and kept asking questions.
"What happened next? How did I deal with the bad guy who was a sixth-level shadow-catcher?"
"Your Majesty, you are so amazing! Master Fayuan, let me tell you one more thing."
"Master, please drink a cup of honey water to moisten your throat!"
The three little guys admired their empress from the bottom of their hearts. There were records about the empress in the secret realm, but there were no stories told by the monks. They were interesting and lively.
The monk laughed and drank the honey water, and leisurely told the story of Empress Lu Xi'er who once dominated the world with great heroic deeds.
The three fairies didn't care whether it was true or false, they listened seriously.
The three little guys were nervous, and sweat was pouring from their foreheads. Their little faces were tense, and their fists were clenched white. They wished they could help the empress. But they were excited and happy, and the fairies danced with joy.
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Donkey curled his lips and rolled his eyes secretly, and said: "It's a pity that the monk should not be a storyteller. Setting up a table in the town inn can attract a lot of business."
The outside monk took away the attention and joy of the little spirit on its back, making it very unhappy.
But I have to admit that the stories told by the monk are fascinating and very useful for relieving fatigue on the road.
Unknowingly, it was dusk. The scenery in late spring was pleasant. They were in the wild and green. They had walked out of the Luobao Ridge area. There was no one everywhere in the east. It was the buffer wilderness between the Da'an Dynasty and the monster clan in the south. They had to walk five hundred meters.
It takes many miles to reach the edge of Guizailing.
Two people, one donkey, and three little fairies pierced each other at sunset.
After finding a highland with a water source, the Taoist priest and the monk were separated by a hundred feet, and a simple formation of flags was laid out to mark the ground for camp.
Zhang Wenfeng needed to repair his mood, so he took the little Jingmei to the monk's place to eat wine, tell stories and sing songs. He silently recited Taoist scriptures over and over again to wash away his body and exercise his skills to temper his body.
Mo Ye had previously given him some advice on how to deal with "strong branches and weak trunks", and he also had some of his own experience.
It’s not a big deal, it’s not a bad thing to get rid of the obstacles in your mind and sharpen your Taoist mind.
With the tacit approval of the viewer, the donkey let go and played with the monk who was very good at playing. He also got advice from the monk who said he was not good at fighting and was not good at fighting. He also took care of the three little charms and rushed away when nothing happened.
Roar a few times in the wilderness to practice your voice.
Lu Xin'er, Lu Chan'er, and Hua Fenglan all received a bodhi seed with mantras engraved on it as a gift from the monk.
In order to fit the little Jingmei's figure, the monk specially refined the finger-sized Bodhi seeds into half the size of a soybean, making them sparkling and crystal clear, and then passed a green silk thread through them and tied them around the wrist, little Jingmei
Can't put it down.
They responded with songs, dances, and flowers and honey, without any thought or care, and they were filled with joy.
A strange group of Taoist priests, monks, spiritual beasts, and spirits walked happily for two days as if on an outing in the wild.
Zhang Guanzhu is relatively silent most of the time. He keeps walking and studying, and occasionally exchanges some witty words with the monk.
The monk prefers to play with the three little ones. He doesn't have to worry too much and has a lot of fun. By the way, he takes the more defensive donkey with him to enjoy the scenery and flowers, travel around the mountains and rivers, and come and go in the wild.
In his words, he is returning to his nature and making up for the past.
They hadn't reached their destination yet, dozens of miles away from the Three-tailed Demon Fox's territory, when they encountered a group of green wolves flying in the air.
The leader was a strong man with a wolf head and a body, beating a mace in his hand, and shouted from a distance: "Humans, you have crossed the border. If you want to enter the Broken Moon Demon Forest, you must submit a customs clearance document. No."
I'm writing to please go back the way you came and don't go any further."
Zhang Wenfeng and the monk looked at each other.
"Is he mentally ill?"
The monk asked in surprise.
Zhang Wenfeng shook his head: "I don't know, he doesn't look very smart."
He recognized that the person blocking the way in the air was Cang Lan, a third-level demon cultivator from the Blue Wolf Division. Last year, Tu Kun helped Xin Yue plan the final stage of the territory. He participated and met Cang Lan, which benefited the White Ape Division and Yuan Xiao.
, Canglan had suppressed her anger and couldn't get angry.
The group of them were walking blatantly in the wasteland area, still very close to the Broken Moon Demon Forest. The green wolf knew their whereabouts and deliberately came to seek bad luck for them.
It's a pity that this guy has poor eyesight and cannot recognize the strength of the monk, nor can he see through the cultivation of the donkey who has no demonic power fluctuations in his body. He thinks that there are many wolves and he can drive them back to refute his face.
Cang Lan was so angry that she shouted: "Zhang Wenfeng, it's useless for you to pretend to be crazy or stupid. With me here, you can't even take a step into the Broken Moon Demon Forest."
Zhang Wenfeng looked at the man with the head of a wolf in the air a hundred feet away, and said with a smile: "I go to my friend's territory, what will it do to you? It's not like I'm going to your Blue Wolf tribe, Canglan, are you trying to provoke a war between the two clans?"
He casually pressed it down with a big hat.
His mentality was a little strange now and he didn't want to fight. He could see that the wolf king wanted to force him to fight.
With the monk around, he was too lazy to do anything. The green wolf was very weak.
Cang Lan sneered: "The three-tailed demon fox tribe also belongs to the territory of the demon clan. If humans want to pass, they must come up with a customs clearance document. This is the rule, and no one can violate it."
He will not talk nonsense about provoking a war between the two clans.
He was upset because he wanted to refute the guy in front of him who killed the gold-swallowing demon gorilla and helped Xin Yue, the vixen, regain face from his territory.
Zhang Wenfeng turned to the monk and said: "This guy often comes to our human territory, such as the wilderness and Guiziling. He comes and goes as freely as if he were in his own home. I have never seen him show a customs clearance document. Monk, you
How do you deal with such shameless people?"
The monk scratched his bald head and said with a smile: "Of course I am being reasonable. I will argue with reason and never give in."
"Then please come forward, monk, please!"
"Easy to say, easy to say."
The monk did his duty and flew into the air, flying fiercely in front of a group of wolf demons, and shouted: "You have hair on your face, and your face is long. You are too lenient. What are you doing if we visit a friend's house? What are we doing there?"
a friend……"
Cang Lan was a little stunned. Does the long face have something to do with the lenient management?
The monk suddenly turned around and asked, "What is our friend's name?"
"Xinyue!"
"Yes, Xin Yue invited us here, please get out of the way and stop meddling in other people's business."
The monk was so confident that he just poked his finger into the forehead of the sneering Wolf King thirty feet away and taught him a lesson. He used to like to be reasonable, eloquent and convincing with his reasoning.
"Bah, you are a wild monk. You can't even pronounce Xin Yue's name, and you dare to act wild and pretend to be with me. So what if I don't get out of the way? You bite me, come on, I stand still!"
Cang Lan banged the mace in his hand, wanting the other party to strike first.
The monk laughed loudly and said: "This is what you asked for. Monk, I don't bite people, I only yell!"
Facing a group of strangely howling green wolves opposite, the monk opened his mouth and roared suddenly.
"Ouch..."
Earth-shattering, the sound was rolling.
Wherever the roar passed, subtle ripple-like fluctuations appeared in half of the air. The sound was so majestic that the face of Cang Lan, who was originally full of sneers, changed drastically. He had mistakenly seen that the insidious monk was a top master.
He roared loudly, and his demonic power exploded, trying to block the roar of the wild monk opposite him.
"Peng Peng Peng", like the autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves, more than a dozen second-level green wolves were tumbling and spitting blood from their mouths, and there was a rain of blood in the sky.
Cang Lan managed to hold on for three breaths, and then was thrown into the air by the monk's roar. He could not stand at all and was in a state of embarrassment.
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