In the noisy restaurant, Xue Qinghan looked at the figure in front of him steadily, and was also a little stunned.

I saw that opposite Xue Qinghan, a young monk sat down very familiarly, and took the wine pot in Xue Qinghan's hand, and directly poured himself a sip with the pot, which was very heroic. However, the shiny head is particularly eye-catching.

"Amitabha, good wine, although the quality of Baihua brewing is much worse than that of Tianxian Lou, it is a little less mellow, it is a little less clear than the fairy drunk of Xiaoyao Pavilion, and it lacks a little spirituality compared to monkey wine, but this kind of simple and rough spirit is also rare. "The young monk has beautiful eyebrows, is extremely handsome, has his own Buddha rhyme, has his own dusty temperament, and is undoubtedly a rare beautiful man with hair.

But at this time, the young monk whose head reflected the light of the Buddha was drinking in a pot, commenting on various famous wines with great interest. Moreover, as far as Xue Qinghan knows, this Tianxian Tower is a famous place for fireworks, and the Tianxian Tower is a fairy in the Tianxian Building, and he only admires Hongchen and does not admire immortals. Listening to the meaning of the young monk, he seemed to have tasted the signature wine of this Tianxian Tower with his own mouth. However, he was bareheaded and wearing a robe, and in a place like Tianxian Tower, was it really no problem for him to go?

"Listening to what this little master means, you seem to have drunk the Hundred Flowers Brew of Tianxian Tower, the Immortal Drunk of Xiaoyao Pavilion, and the Monkey Wine?" Xue Qinghan was stunned, but he was a little curious about the person in front of him, and asked.

"Amitabha, the little monk forgets his worries, and the donor calls the little monk to forget his worries. The young monk put down the flask, folded his hands and said. The solemn state of the treasure, coupled with its own dusty temperament, really has a bit of the image of a monk.

However, this image of a monk who has attained the Tao has not yet reacted, it has been destroyed in the next moment, only to see this young monk who claims to be the name of the law forget worries with a somewhat smug smile on his face: "Hehe, the little monk is fortunate to drink this hundred flowers brew, the gods are drunk, and the monkey wine." Those who escape into the empty door are not good for fame and fortune, the four are empty, and the little monk is only greedy for this thing in the cup. ”

"According to the little monk's view, the little donor is also a fellow person, and the meeting is fate, he will definitely invite the donor to taste a good wine, I don't know what to do?"

"The snow is cold, fortunately. The other party has already reported his name Xue Qinghan also replied, and then asked with a smile, "Isn't it considered a break in your vows when you drink alcohol?" As far as I know, people in Buddhism and Taoism generally don't drink alcohol. ”

"Breaking the vows?" Forget worry took another sip of wine with an indifferent look and said, "The so-called wine and meat pass through the intestines, the Buddha stays in his heart, and there is my Buddha in his heart, how can he stick to the anti-lock precepts? ”

"Uh......" Xue Qinghan didn't know how to answer for a while, but he didn't think that the Buddha really didn't care, at least there should be few temples that were indifferent to the so-called monk in front of him. I don't know which temple this interesting monk came from, but Xue Qinghan didn't plan to ask, but there is no need for people who meet in Pingshui.

"Snow donor, the little monk sees that you have a relationship with my Buddha. Forget worry looked at Xue Qinghan with a serious face and said with a smile.

"Oh, is it? There was an old god stick who told me before that I had a relationship with his Taoist, I don't know what kind of relationship I have with your Buddha?" Xue Qinghan said.

"A word of fate, all-encompassing, is the most unpredictable way in the world, with the little monk is now shallow cultivation, it is really difficult to interpret for the snow donor, if the snow donor does not mind, you can go to the temple where the monk practiced, the monk can ask the abbot to speak carefully for the snow donor. Carefree's face remained unchanged, and he said with a smile.

"Forget it, the old god stick also told me that the most fascinating thing about life is that it is unknown, and there is no need to explore many things too much, and it is also a boring thing to live too clearly. ”

"Little Er, bring some more wine. Then he called Xiao Er who stopped the restaurant and brought a lot of wine.

The two sat opposite each other, forgetting their worries and no longer mentioning the avenue of fate, and the two of them who met for the first time drank wine. Dark Feather still just sat aside, looking at these two quiet drinkers, the picture was a little strange, but for some reason, it didn't show a sense of abruptness, even the smooth head that was extremely discordant with the wine, it didn't make people feel disobedient.

Soon after, Forget Worry shook the empty wine jug, smacked his lips with some unfinished thoughts, stood up, folded his hands in front of his chest, bowed slightly and said: "Amitabha, thank you for the hospitality of the snow donor today, the little monk owes the donor a pot of wine, he will see you again in the future, and he will invite the donor to get drunk, and the little monk will leave." ”

Then he stood up and walked out without looking back, and between a few shuttles in the crowd, the figure completely disappeared from the sight of Xue Qinghan and Dark Feather.

"What a strange person. Dark Feather retracted his gaze and muttered quietly.

"A strange man indeed, an interesting monk. Xue Qinghan smiled slightly and said, but his eyes were deep and flashed with a hint of light. I don't know why, he always has a feeling that he and this inexplicable young monk who suddenly appeared will meet again, and there will be a lot of intersections in the future, maybe it's not an exaggeration to say that there is fate. This feeling is extremely mysterious, there is no reason to speak of, and there is no basis or source, but Xue Qinghan really has this feeling in his heart.

"Childe, what do you think this is?" Dark Feather looked at the position where the monk had just done, but saw something wrapped in yellow brocade and placed on the table.

The thing looked boxy, what seemed to be a box, only the size of a fist. Xue Qinghan stretched out his hand to take it, and it was with a heavy feeling, and the weight was not light. Open the wrapped brocade, revealing a simple and unpretentious box, I don't know what kind of material it is made of, a warm feeling of tentacles comes from the fingertips, and a trace of calming breath permeates out.

On the top of the box, there were vaguely cumbersome Sanskrit prohibitions, and there seemed to be a faint sound of chanting in people's hearts. What is in the box, but Xue Qinghan doesn't know, this box can completely isolate the breath.

What's even more concerning is that the first feeling of this thing is that it is a box, but when Xue Qinghan tried to open it, he found that this thing seemed to be a whole, and he never found a place to open it.

Xue Qinghan picked up the dark box and looked it up and down, and tried to inject spiritual power, but this strange box seemed to be a bottomless pit, no matter how much spiritual power Xue Qinghan injected, everyone who came did not refuse to swallow it, but the box itself did not change in the slightest. And the material of this box is also extremely strange, strong and abnormal, with Xue Qinghan's cultivation strength, it is impossible to leave even a trace on the box.

And when Xue Qinghan looked at this strange box, there was a trace of imperceptible movement in an object in his body, and a strange fluctuation spread out, which vaguely resonated with the things in the box, making Xue Qinghan frown slightly.

But no matter how much Xue Qinghan tried since then, the box did not move in the slightest. Xue Qinghan was helpless, looked at the direction in which the monk had left, and put away the strange box.

Buddhism talks about cause and effect, everything has its cause, then there must be its effect, this monk is here to bear a cause and effect? I don't know whether it is a good effect or an evil effect, but he is an interesting person, but also an unpredictable person, the things in the box, Xue Qinghan seems to be unable to refuse.

"Let's go, we'll go back too. Xue Qinghan got up and said.

Outside the deserted city, a young monk was handsome, wearing a robe, but carrying a wine gourd, walking in the void, one lotus flower at a time, seemingly very slowly, but in fact he walked away very quickly.

"Because it has been sown, I do not know what fruit it will bear in the future. It's strange to say, the little monk is completely unable to see through a person, with the ability of my Buddha's six links, it looks like the future is chaotic, weird. ”

"That's it, the little monk thinks about what to do, thinks more and is tired, not tired, the little monk forgets his worries, and he should be worry-free. Alas, it seems that the thing sent out is still quite valuable, and those old guys in the temple are willing to send outsiders this time, and they should be able to go to Tianxian Building to drink a pot of Baihua brew if they sell it, it really hurts to death, and next time he will have to pay a pot for it......"