Xiaochen was about to speak, but was interrupted by a burst of wild laughter, Xiaochen turned around and looked, and found that not far away, a white-faced young monk leaned forward and backwards with a smile, Xiaochen saw that the laughing monk was about twenty years old, wearing an apricot-yellow wide monk's robe, his right hand was holding a string of amber prayer beads in front of his abdomen, his bald head was inlaid with nine precepts on his head, his eyes were smiling into a slit, his white teeth were also neat, his face was delicate, and there was a faint light on the back of his head. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

When the boss heard someone laughing, his face became even more ugly, and he saw that today's matter could not be good, and he was thinking about countermeasures.

Xiaochen listened to the monk laughing, although he was not angry, but others overheard him talking, he was still a little unhappy, and said: "You white-faced big bald donkey, what are you laughing at." "

The monk's smile suddenly froze on his face, there are people who call themselves bald thieves, those who call themselves bald donkeys, and those who call masters, but like this kid in front of him, he actually gave himself such a novel title as a white-faced big bald donkey, and couldn't help but feel a chill, and secretly thought: Is it a fellow believer? Or just a pure stunned youth.

When the monk saw Xiaochen wearing a Xuanqing Mountain robe, he believed that it was the latter, thinking that Xiaochen was a disciple who had gone down the mountain for the first time. Then his face returned to normal, and he said to the boss: "Donor, I think this little brother really didn't bring any money, I gave him the money in this big vat of money." After saying that, he took out his pocket and gave the money to the boss who sold the cylinder. He said to Xiaochen again: "Little donor, I have already given the money for you, monk, you can take this vat away." After speaking, he looked at Xiaochen with a smile.

Xiaochen and the sick old man mix with the ** essence every day, where do you not understand the accident, the sick old man said, "This world is very realistic, a point of interest has a point of human affection, nothing to be courteous, either a traitor or a thief, remember to be careful of the pie that falls from the sky, it is likely that a bite will kill you." "

Xiaochen didn't show gratitude to the monk, didn't say a word, lifted the vat and ran directly. The boss and the monk who watched were stunned for a while, the difference was that the boss pinched a cold sweat, thinking that with such a big tank, this kid could actually lift up and run, if he was embarrassed just now, maybe he would be beaten.

And the monk was surprised by a burst of ecstasy, surprised that Xiaochen obviously did not have a little spiritual power on his body, it was indeed lifted with his bare hands to lift this vat, if it was a person from Kuilong Mountain, he would not be so surprised, but Xiaochen was wearing Xuanqing Mountain's Taoist clothes, Xuanqing Mountain practiced magic and Taoism, although the body was transformed by aura all the year round, much better than ordinary people, but to say that it was impossible to lift this vat of no less than three hundred catties with his bare hands, it would be impossible to change himself, not to mention that Xiaochen obviously did not have a trace of spiritual power.

The joy is that seeing that Xiaochen didn't care about himself, he didn't say that he didn't want the vat, but directly lifted the vat and left, this performance is not something that Leng Touqing can explain, it is clear that he wants to take advantage of the trouble and is afraid of trouble, which is right to the monk's appetite, and the monk walked unhurriedly in the direction of Xiaochen's departure.

Xiaochen carried the vat regardless of the strange eyes of pedestrians, and soon rushed out of Qingfeng Town to the direction of Xuanqing Mountain, when there were less than two miles away from Xuanqing Mountain, he suddenly stopped, Xiaochen saw that less than ten zhang ahead, the white-faced monk he met just now was sitting on a big stone, looking at himself with a lewd smile.

When Xiaochen saw the monk's smile, he couldn't help but feel a chill, and couldn't help but think: Could it be that this monk ......

Seeing Xiaochen stop, the white-faced monk slowly stood up and walked towards Xiaochen.

Xiaochen stopped and watched the monk come over, and spoke first: "The master won't be waiting for me, right?" "

When the monk heard Xiaochen call himself a master, he almost didn't laugh, and replied: "Come on, boy, don't pretend, ** both words are written on your face." "

Xiaochen thought that he was pretending to be good enough, but he didn't expect the monk to still say a word, so he simply didn't hide it, and said loudly: "Who told you that I am **, we are young master Chen who loves flowers and flowers bloom, and is ice clear and jade." Xiaochen boasted for a while, and the monk's eyes were about to fall out, and then Xiaochen changed his words and asked, "By the way, how do you know that my nickname is **?" "

Seeing that Xiaochen was no longer hiding and no longer pretentious, the monk said, "This is simple. Then he put his head next to Xiaochen's ear and whispered, "My nickname is Lewd, understand?" "

Xiaochen suddenly realized: "It turned out to be a lewd brother?" Look up for a long time. "

The monk replied cooperatively: "Be polite, the poor monk's name is Mozhi." "

"Ink? You're a big name. Xiaochen misunderstood and quipped.

"Shiba, the Shiba of Xianzhi." The monk had expected that Xiaochen would inevitably misunderstand, so he explained.

Xiaochen and the monk sat down on the side of the road and chatted.

Xiaochen learned from the monk that he had become a monk in Xuanyuan Ancient Temple, and he had been a monk for almost a hundred years, and now he was a disciple of the three generations of Mozi, and if he was placed in Xuanqing Mountain, he would be a generation older than himself.

Monk Mozhi was ordered to come to Xuanqing Mountain this time to pass the time of the once-in-a-century Tianfeng Rookie Ranking Tournament postponed, it seems that there was a little problem with Tianfeng, but the specific monk didn't tell Xiaochen, it seems to be a big secret, and it is reasonable for Monk Mozhi not to tell Xiaochen, and Xiaochen doesn't care so much.

This time I will meet Xiaochen in Qingfeng Town, it is completely a monk's alcohol addiction, I want to relieve my hunger in the city, and I am happy to drink when I suddenly see a disciple of Xuanqing Mountain coming to the town, so I want to follow and see, but I didn't think that Xiaochen wandered around the town for most of the day, and the monk Mozhi wanted to go crazy, but he saw Xiaochen and went to buy a cylinder, and then there was a scene of the monk laughing.

After getting to know each other a little, a ** plus a lewd two people are very close to each other, and they immediately become good brothers, God knows how much wind and rain these two will bring to the entire cultivation world in the future......

The two talked for a while and then got up and prepared to go up the mountain, and when they came to the foot of the mountain, Mozhi was about to send a message to the manager of Xuanqing Mountain, asking to open the big array, but Xiaochen took out the jade slip that the sick old man gave him and was about to open the formation.

Xiaochen just took out the jade slip, but the monk Mozhi took a big jump, Xiaochen didn't know that he was holding a token in his hand that could only be held by the heads of the previous dynasties, but Xuanyuan Ancient Temple and Xuanqing Mountain have always been friends, as a disciple of three generations, how could Mozhi not know, shocked, but Mozhi saw Xiaochen's indifferent look, he knew that he definitely didn't know what he was holding in his hand, thinking that it must be his master who didn't want to tell his disciple his identity, and he would be even more difficult to export.

If Mozhi carefully looks at it with the eyes of the sky, he will find that on this jade slip, there are four words written on it, "fourteen" and "Qingyu", which is obviously the name of the head of Xuanqing in the previous generation. And why is the token of the Xuanqing Mountain Substitute Sect in the hands of the sick old man, is the sick old man the Substitute Instructor of Xuanqing Mountain? No one knows about these, and the only thing that can be determined is that the identity of the sick old man must be unusual.

Xiaochen opened the big array and wanted to ask Mozhi to go in together, but how dare Mozhi monk go in with Xiaochen, these big factions, without permission, outsiders will be killed when they enter, and their status is not high, and they must be dead and lifeless if they rush in, so they told Xiaochen the reason before they sent a message to the Xuanqing Steward.

Xiaochen said goodbye to Mozhi and walked away with the vat and forgot about the scripture pavilion, his body was also a mortal fetus, and carrying this vat with a thickness of one zhang up the mountain was still a test for Xiaochen......

Xiaochen had no choice but to stop and move the vat to the Scripture Pavilion......