readx;??? Wang Zheng is accustomed to looking at people's eyes, so he no longer stops, waving his hand to signal the waiter to add another pair of dishes and chopsticks, but the little monk can't wait to sit in Wang Zheng's position, and he doesn't dislike it, he directly picks up the chopsticks used by Wang Zheng, stretches it into the clay pot and takes out a sea cucumber, puts it in his mouth and crunchs it. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info [Burning ^ Wen ^ Book Library] []. [774] [buy]. []

The monk closed his eyes slightly, his face was full of intoxication, and he exclaimed: "The Buddha jumped over the wall, the Buddha jumped over the wall, no wonder the Buddha smelled it and came over the wall to taste it, the taste is really good, not vulgar."

Without leaving the swallow of the sea cucumber, he immediately took out another ham and put it in his mouth, picked up Wang Zheng's wine glass, took a shallow sip, and grinned and stuck out his tongue: "This wine is good, but the newly brewed has not yet been finalized, if you are trapped in the jar for two years, the taste will be softer."

Everyone at the table was already stunned, and they didn't understand how a little monk could eat like this, and he could even talk about wine. Tianbao has a childish temperament, happily grabbing food with Buli, squinting his eyes and giggling: "Brother monk, I remember that you are not allowed to eat meat, how can you not taboo meat and vegetables, eat like a starving ghost reincarnated, aren't you afraid that the Buddha will know and beat your ass?"

"Amitabha" ignored Tianbao's innocent ridicule, and still buried his head in binge: "You know a fart from a child's family, the so-called wine and meat have passed through the intestines, and the Buddha has left in his heart" I don't know why, Buli doesn't seem to like Tianbao's appearance very much, and when he comes up, he scolds Tianbao with a foul mouth, and is completely immune to the lethality of the little Lori's cuteness.

Ling Yang saw that he couldn't leave the cold and hard hostile attitude towards Tianbao, and he was even more sure in his heart, this flower monk must be inseparable from the Sanskrit chanting in the secret battle just now, so he sneered: "I'm really not sure, whether you are a real monk or not, you only know the first two sentences of this Buddhist Zen poem, why don't you read the last two sentences for us to listen to the wine and meat through the intestines, the Buddha left in his heart, if the world learns from me, it is like the way of falling demons."

As early as when Ling Yang was reciting the poem, he had quietly held Tianbao's palm under the table, the two of them had been partners for a long time, they had a good heart, Tianbao understood, and the soft palm transmitted a full power of ability, which was infused into Ling Yang's body. When Ling Yang read the last sentence, he had already used the "Giant Spirit Hammer" in the Mind Attack Technique, and every word was condensed into a Thunder God Hammer that looked like a substance, with great power, it hit the heart of the Immortal Heavy Soul one at a time.

Ling Yang just wanted to test it, to see if this monk was really a master of ability, and the ending really did not disappoint Ling Yang, even if Ling Yang did not use all his strength, such an ability attack was still not something that ordinary people could bear, but the monk still listened with a smile, and put his hands together, Ling Yang's ability attack was like a small pebble thrown into the sea, and even a small wave could not be stirred up.

He looked at Ling Yang meaningfully: "The little donor is not only extraordinary, but also his cultural level should not be underestimated, by the way, is the donor's ancient poem taught by your math teacher in physical education class, otherwise it doesn't rhyme at all."

Ling Yang knew that his identity as an alien was seen through, and he didn't want to hide it in vain, so he simply said-for-tat: "Master, what you said is quite strange, I admit that my literary level can't catch up with you, how artistic you are, I estimate that you are a flower monk, even the Diamond Sutra can be sung in eighteen tones, the younger brother is really willing to bow down, and I really admire it."

Ling Yang deliberately picked up a chopstick, knocked out a tight sound of horses' hooves on the table, and pouted: "We seem to be meeting for the first time, the first time we met, you were ashamed to praise me for my extraordinary skills, how can this be talked about, is it possible that your old man has turned his back on the Buddha, turned to the door of the Taoist priest of Maoshan Mountain, and learned to deduce fortune telling and find divination, that set of magic stick skills?"

Without the slightest hint of Ling Yang's bitterness, he counted the Buddha strings in his hand, and habitually recited Amitabha: "Donor, you said this, the little monk has no other meaning, just look at the donor, you are dressed as a bodyguard, and your body is long and strong, at a glance, you can see that there are two strokes under your hand, is the little monk wrong?"

Ling Yang knew that some things could not be said on the surface, since his identity had been exposed, he was very open, and simply took the hint of inseparability as a compliment, and started Tai Chi, pretending to be triumphant: "Of course, master, I am full of soft and hard qigong, punching Nanshan Nursing Home, kicking Beihai Kindergarten, yelling in the morgue who is still not satisfied, no one dares to gasp, especially when I went to Songshan Shaolin Temple last year, and beat a group of bald donkeys with my unphased magic skills. Directly rose to the level of Huashan on the sword, what seventy-two stunts in my eyes, it's all a fart"

Ling Yang made a boundless nonsense, pointed at the monk and scolded the bald donkey, and made him angry. Ling Yang pulled back a game, only then did he raise his glass from afar, raised the cup in front of him and dried it up, seeing that he did not leave or admit defeat and followed a cup, Ling Yang put down the cup and said leisurely: "Little master, I am thirsty and drink a glass of water to moisten my throat, what kind of wine do you are doing that does not cost money and can't be drunk to death, it hurts your body a lot."

Bu Li fell behind in his words, and toasted angrily, not wanting to admit defeat in the wine field, so he frowned and drank all the strong liquor in the cup. I couldn't leave the strength of the wine, and suddenly heard that Ling Yang was drinking water, and I secretly hated it in my heart, knowing that I was put on the table by Ling Yang again, I didn't breathe evenly, and I choked and coughed again and again.

Seeing this, Tianbao hurriedly ran over, and the little hand obediently patted the back that could not be separated, and the little adult complained intimately: "Brother monk, you are really capable, if you can't drink, don't drink it, it's very dangerous to drink like this, a little leper dog raised at home, yesterday because he drank too much water, choked to death, you can't learn from it so recklessly"

After listening to Tianbao's "heart-warming" admonition, he coughed even more, his fair face turned red, and he waved his hand again and again, signaling that Tianbao didn't have to worry about himself anymore, and finally relieved himself, and quickly ate a mouthful of food at will, suppressing the spicy in his throat, but Ling Yang's surprised voice came into his ears again.

"Little master, you said that you are a Buddhist person, why are you so good at eating this thing you just ate, but the essence of the pig fat intestine, the scientific name is gourd head, is the most fragrant piece of gourd head, do you know what it is, you look at you and shake your head, you know that you have never seen it, Jia Pingwa likes to eat this thing the most. The gourd head is the pig's sore, and you dare to eat such a disgusting thing, the little master is mighty."

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