"Brother Fan said with a smile, if I am a Buddha, then who will be the one sitting in the Great Lei Yin Temple of the Western Heaven Elysium?" the young monk pointed to the western sky and said without hesitation.

If the young monk just talked, it wouldn't be a big problem. But with this point, he pointed out the trouble.

I only heard that at a dinner table on the second floor of the second floor, a young chivalrous man stood up, looked directly at the young monk with an angry face, and shouted: "Monk!"

The young chivalrous man pinched the sword trick in his right hand, pointed at the young monk, and said sharply: "The people of the rivers and lakes have their own way of doing things, what do you mean by pointing at me sneakily? What kind of hero?!"

"Jiang Liu'er, Jiang Liu'er, this... , You have to see the situation clearly if you wave your gestures, this is not clear, and it is very troublesome. Fan Zhen slowly stood up, raised his glass to the young knight on the second floor and said: "Young man, in the Xia Shangshu Palace, Lang Fan Jin, my friend is not referring to you, but to the farther west, please don't misunderstand ...... young man."

"It turned out to be Master Fan......"

"Shouldn't Lord Fan be on the mountain at this time, why did he appear here?"

"Who is that monk, it seems that he has a relationship with Master Fan's peers, but with this clear eyebrows and beautiful appearance, he shouldn't be very old......"

......

Before Fan Jin's words fell, the inn immediately boiled, and discussions erupted.

Although Fan Zhen reported his name, the young man upstairs didn't buy it at all, and bent down to pick up the weapon on the ground.

"Huh?"

"What kind of weapon is that, it's weird. ”

"What is the origin of this teenager, how have I never seen it before. ”

"Look at his age, his appearance is ordinary, but look at the things in his hands, is that something that ordinary people can hold?"

......

"Noise!"

The young man upstairs shouted, only to see a three-legged and two-eared bronze ancient tripod in the young man's hand, the young man grabbed an ear with one hand, kicked the ground with both feet, jumped high with the bronze ancient tripod, and then swooped downstairs, flipped the mouth of the tripod downward, and went to the young monk.

"I can't help it, I can't help it, young man!" Fan Zhen shouted in surprise when he saw the young man like this.

"How can you not do it?!" The young man in mid-air laughed wildly and shouted loudly: "Monk, you beg the master for mercy at this time, isn't it too late to make a compensation, after two breaths, the master can't control me, Han Muding!"

It was just an instant, Fan Zhen saw some calm smiles on Jiang Liu'er's face, and then slapped it with one hand in the direction where the young man fell.

"It turns out that your bald head still has some skills, no wonder you dare to be so disrespectful to my master. ”

The young man who was falling felt a powerful but murderous force rushing towards him, so he said loudly: "Bald head, for the sake of your lack of killing intent, the master is not as knowledgeable as you today, but you have to exert all your strength, otherwise I will not be happy." ”

After the young man finished speaking, the Han Mu Ding in his hand slashed faster, and then when he was facing Jiang Liu'er, he came out of his hand, and lightning flew over.

Jiang Liu'er's expression was still calm, and the hand that was slapped out was changed to a push, and he pushed forward gently, and the fast-coming Han Muding actually stopped steadily in mid-air.

"Boom!"

"Click!"

"Whoa...... Bang!"

Although Han Muding stopped, a majestic wave of air shot out on both sides of it, directly smashing the wooden table in front of Jiang Liu'er to smithereens!

The dishes and rice bowls on the table fell in response to the sound and spilled all over the ground.

The teapot and teacup "bang", collided with the ground, and the debris splashed and flew in all directions.

At the same time, the young man in mid-air also landed lightly not far from Jiang Liu'er, looking at him defiantly.

"Monk, it's a little interesting. I'll see how strong you will be!" After the young man landed, he crossed his hands on his hips, looked at Jiang Liu'er, who was in a stalemate with Han Mu Ding, and said loudly: "If you break this Han Mu Ding, the king of Jingling on the mountain will not spare you!"

"Oh?" Jiang Liu'er heard this, and said "oh" softly, and then the hand that confronted Han Muding slowly fell down, only to see that when Han Muding fell with Jiang Liu'er's hand, it also landed smoothly on the ground of the inn, and when Dingzu touched the ground, it didn't make a sound.

Jiang Liu'er, who put Ding down, carefully looked at the young man not far away at this time.

I saw that the young man was dressed in a white shirt, unkempt, and his beard and messy hair covered most of his originally delicate cheeks, and only those eyes were still exposed.

But in Jiang Liu'er's eyes, those eyes were full of vicissitudes, although they were well disguised, Jiang Liuer could still see through it at a glance, and the young man in front of him could never be as simple as just an arrogant knight.

"Young man, what is your name, who is your master, and what does this Ding have to do with the King of Jingling on the mountain?" Jiang Liu'er asked with a kind face.

"Hmph, a hypocritical monk, when you hear the name of the official, you become polite, I see that you are a Buddha white cultivator. How could Fan Zhen beside you be a person from all the way with you, it's really boring. The boy did not answer him, but said contemptuously.

"Shaoxia, do you know the old man, who are your parents?" Standing at the smashed wooden table, the frightened Fan Zhen heard the young man mention himself, and asked a little unhappily, but he thought very calmly in his heart: "Since you know the old man, then the old man has just reported his name, and you still go your own way, are you too uneducated! I want to see who your elder is, if you know each other, I will definitely ask him to discipline you arrogant boy well!"

The young man squinted at Jiang Liu'er, and then said to Fan Jin: "I said monk, and you, a scholar, why do you always ask my master who my elders are, can't I be self-taught? As for you, master, I heard from the people in the market that you have done a few good things, so I kept it in my heart." Today, seeing that you are with this famous monk, it is not very good. ”

"Haha, the boy is kind of interesting. It's just that the monk I came to the foot of this Jiming Mountain, on behalf of the Jinshan Temple, my master Fa Ming old monk has not yet passed away, the monk I can't be angry, or have to behave. Jiang Liu'er listened to the young man's unscrupulous words, laughed, and explained to the young man.

"Monk, you're still too vulgar. It's boring, the old monk upstairs, what do you think?" Hearing this, the young man turned his head to look at the old monk in the elegant seat on the second floor, and shouted loudly.

It's good that the young man didn't shout, this loud shout made the tea guest who was originally shocked by him silently boil again, and everyone could see that the old monk in the elegant seat on the second floor was not an ordinary nobleman, and this young man was so disrespectful.

"What is the origin of this young man?" asked the young man beside the shopkeeper softly.

"Young man, Hugh is rude, the master is a high-ranking monk...... "A tea guest shouted angrily at the young man in order to tie up the elderly monk on the second floor.

"Young man, let your elders come out and speak, this is not the place for you to be arrogant as a young man!" someone slapped the table and got up, flicked the hem of his clothes, and said righteously.

"Xiao Gongzi is right, let your parents come out!" someone echoed Xiao Gongzi, who was speaking earlier, and pointed to the young man.

......

"Amitabha, thank you for your kindness. The young man is not disgusting, please calm down. While everyone was chattering, the old monk in the elegant seat on the second floor heard a compassionate voice, although it was not loud, but it easily overshadowed the accusations in the inn.

When everyone in the inn heard the compassionate voice, they immediately became silent, and saluted respectfully to the elderly monks upstairs.

"Young man, the tripod you use, but the legendary Hanmu Ding?" The old monk slowly walked downstairs, came to the tea guests, nodded slightly to everyone, and then looked at the young man, and said with his own number: "The old man is the empty sorrow of the White Horse Temple, at the invitation of the King of Jingling, he came to the foot of Jiming Mountain, I don't know where the young man came from?"

After the empty sorrow monk signed up, he once again caused a discussion in the inn, but all the tea guests were talking quietly, and they were not noisy, even Fan Zhen and Jiang Liuer were a little moved.

But the young man was like a native of the mountain village, and he still couldn't show any respect to the empty old monk, and said with a big grin: "Old monk, I care if your empty cup is full, listen to your words, and the monk is the same, this Buddha is cultivated in vain." You can recognize the Han Mu Ding in my hand, and I thought you had some Taoism, and you couldn't think of it as unbearable, so what is the origin of my Han Mu Ding?"

As soon as the young man finished speaking, he saw the shopkeeper who was waiting in the distance walk quickly to the young man's side, gently pulled the young man's sleeve, and said softly: "Guest officer, the senior monks of the empty characters of the White Horse Temple are all high-ranking monks, and they must not be sloppy, otherwise they will be scolded by the world." ”

When the young man heard this, he immediately said angrily: "Shopkeeper, if you have anything to say, don't you say it loudly, isn't it just an old monk with relatively high qualifications, I don't think he has any Buddha fate, otherwise he still can't see through the Buddha who has cultivated all his life." ”

"Shaoxia, this, this, I can't ......" The shopkeeper said nervously when he heard this, and while saying to the young man, he apologized and explained to the empty sorrow monk.

The empty sorrow monk smiled slightly, waved his hand at the shopkeeper, and said compassionately: "Donor, it's okay. This young man is right, it is the old man who is persistent, since ancient times, heroes do not ask about the source, wealth should think about the reason, and please forgive the young man. ”

After the empty sorrow monk finished speaking, the young man immediately said: "The old monk is the old monk, and the realm is much higher than that monk, and you can understand it immediately."

Master, I am born with divine power, and this Han Muding is also occasionally obtained in the mountains and wilderness, and there is no elder of the master.

There is a miracle in Hanmu Ding, the master has practiced hard for five years, and he has achieved a small success, and he has not been walking the rivers and lakes for a long time, I heard that the king of Jiming Mountain has recently held a conference on Taoism, and the heroes of the world will gather here, so let's take a look, what the heroes of the world look like, I didn't think that before I started, I saw two monks and one official.

It just so happens that since the old monk knows the origin of this tripod, let's talk to the master, the master has been wondering for so many years!"