The old monk was over half a hundred years old, with a thin figure, wearing a shabby robe, holding a greasy golden chicken leg in one hand and a gourd of wine in the other.

Drinking while gnawing on chicken legs, eating smashing and making a mouth full of oil, how can he look like a monk.

The two long white eyebrows almost hang down to the chin, and when eating chicken legs, they occasionally eat the eyebrows into them.

In front of the old monk, there stood a little monk who was only seven or eight years old, very cute and cute, but he showed a righteous look that was not angry and arrogant, holding a big iron rod taller than himself in his hand, and he was fighting with Tu San.

What shocked me was that although this little monk was only seven or eight years old, his skills were not inferior to Tu San at all, and between the fights, the buildings were shaking, as if they would collapse at any time.

Seeing that the ancient sword behind Tu San was trembling, and he was about to get out of his body at any time, I hurriedly shouted: "Stop!" Stop it! ”

My shout made both sides stop.

After seeing me, Tu San didn't change much, and Huang Rong was a little surprised: "I haven't seen you for so many days, are you okay?" ”

I smiled and shook my head, just about to persuade the stalemate between the two sides, when I saw the wine and meat monk gnawing on the chicken leg and said vaguely: "Childlike, they are in the company of demons, it is definitely not a good thing, fight!" ”

"Yes! Teacher! ”

As soon as he heard this, the little monk raised his stick and was about to beat.

"Wait! Can I say a few words? Such indiscriminate beating, is this how Buddhism universalizes all sentient beings? I reached out to stop it.

The little monk scratched his bald head, looking a little overwhelmed, thinking that he was bluffed by me.

He looked at the old monk unconsciously, as if he wanted the old monk to come up with an idea.

The old monk with long eyebrows took a sip of wine, walked a few steps with his cheeks red and swayed, and said with a high drink, "You...... Who are you? Dare to point fingers at us? ”

"A passerby, who are you?" I said with my hands folded.

The old monk didn't say a word, and came directly: "Prevent me from subduing demons and subduing demons in Buddhism, childlike innocence!" Beat! ”

"Yes! Teacher! ”

The little monk stepped forward and raised the iron rod again.

"Wait! You are actually Buddhists, are you here for the sake of the head practitioners? "I was pleasantly surprised.

"How is it?" The little monk's meaty face was full of solemnity.

"That's great, I'm just looking for you! You ......"

Before I finished speaking, the old monk drunkenly said again: "Demonic words confuse the public, childlike innocence!" Beat! ”

"Yes! Teacher! The iron rod that the little monk had just put down was raised again.

Just these few words, I was about to go violently, and I wanted to slap the old monk in the face.

Can you still talk well, and fight at every turn.

Seeing the little monk rushing towards me, I hurriedly shouted: "Kill me, you will never know the whereabouts of Luohan's true body!" ”

As soon as I heard this, the old monk trembled, and he woke up drunk, and then I only felt a flicker in front of my eyes, and the next second he had already grabbed the little monk's iron rod.

"What did you just say?" The old monk's eyes widened, and his two long eyebrows hanging down to his chin kept fluttering.

"I know where the Toutuo Walker is, but he's already gone." I spoke to the old monk.

"Not long ago, the only faint Yuan Lantern of Shizun has been extinguished, and it seems that his old man has really gone west." The old monk sighed silently.

Master!?

I was stunned, the head of the monk turned out to be the master of this old monk, but it is not surprising to think that the demon monk lived for more than two hundred years, and the head of the head is the senior brother of the demon monk.

It must be two or three hundred years old.