In any case, it was impossible for Gu Hengsheng to promise Eighth Senior Brother that there was no time for a monk.

Although Gu Hengsheng doesn't know the specific situation of the Eighth Senior Brother now, in Gu Hengsheng's memory, the Eighth Senior Brother's style of acting is embarrassing.

"That's it, anyway, there will be opportunities in the future, and the poor monk can afford to wait.

The monk understood Gu Hengsheng's thoughts at a glance, and he seemed to be smiling.

Once the third senior brother Zhuge Haokong and the seventh senior brother Chu Xiaoyao came back from the end of the starry sky of the great world and found the traces of the eighth senior brother. On that day, the third senior brother lit out a golden light and injected it into the eighth senior brother's eyebrows.

After hundreds of years, the eighth senior brother Wukong monk gradually found his true self. Therefore, the eighth senior brother recovered the memory of his previous life and immediately rushed to the Fusheng Tomb, where he happened to meet Gu Hengsheng.

If you really want to talk about it, Gu Hengsheng and Eighth Senior Brother haven't seen each other for two thousand years, and they must talk all night today and catch up on the old days. It wasn't the Eighth Senior Brother I saw before, but the Wukong Monk.

Now, it is the eight disciples of the Floating Tomb who truly return to the origin.

On the top of the mountain of the Fusheng Tomb, Gu Hengsheng, the Eighth Senior Brother Wukong Monk, and Bai Moli, the three of them sat and drank, talking about the past, and sometimes let out hearty laughter, which spread to every corner of the Fusheng Tomb.

At the foot of a certain hill in the Floating Tomb, Fu Mengyao and the others stayed together, muttering in a low voice: "I heard that our Eighth Master Uncle used to be a man of the hour, and he could compete with the Sword Emperor Xu Wentian. Later, the imperial war broke out, and it disappeared. After so many years, it is really surprising that the eighth master uncle actually came back.

"How strong do you say the Eighth Master is now?

Tianci is Gu Hengsheng's second disciple and has a pure heart. After the end of the imperial war, Gu Hengsheng was hit hard, and it was God who saved Gu Hengsheng's life.

"Who knows, anyway, just now the eighth master took a look at me, and the hairs on his whole body stood up. How can I say that feeling, it's like all my clothes have been stripped naked, and there is no secret that can be hidden from the eighth master.

Gu Xiujie thought of the empty monk's eyes, and was afraid for a while.

"We've been in the business for so many years, and we've never seen the master uncle and the second aunt, so I'm really curious.

An Chusheng looked at the clouds, hoping that one day all the elders of the Floating Tomb would return safely.

"I really cherish my current life, everyone treats each other as family, and there is no intrigue from other sect forces.

Yu Huaze is Gu Hengsheng's eldest disciple, and he has followed Gu Hengsheng all the way from the land of the Hundred Kingdoms. He has average talent, but he is very hardworking, and he can also take charge of himself.

As soon as these words fell, a huge noise erupted from the top of the floating tomb, which made An Chusheng and the others startled.

What's wrong?

Li Qiurou, An Chusheng and the others all looked at the top of the mountain, their hearts rose to their throats, and they were very worried that something bad had happened.

The next moment, a scolding voice reached everyone's ears: "Bai Moli, you bastard, the three altars of immortal brew hidden by the poor monk under the Jade Mountain have been ruined by you, aren't you a pig?" Why is the nose so smart?

"Bai Moli, the poor monk wants to fight you alone!

Obviously, the Eighth Senior Brother Wukong Monk was furious.

"Stinky monk, you are a monk, can you have some quality?

Bai Moli was also unhappy and shot back.

"Quality you ghost, come on, come on, we haven't seen each other for two thousand years, and today the poor monk must educate you well. The poor monk let you have one hand, if you don't beat you all over the ground to find your teeth, even if the poor monk loses.

There are two reasons why the monk came back this time, one is to see the family of the master, and the other is to remember that he still has three jars of ten thousand years of immortal wine, and he plans to come back and taste it slowly.

Originally, everyone had a good chat, and Senior Brother Eighth planned to take out his treasure wine and enjoy it. Who knew that the Eighth Senior Brother's divine thoughts probed under the Jade Mountain and found that it was empty and empty, and there was nothing.

The only thing left was a wisp of Bai Moli's breath.

In this regard, how could the eighth senior brother not know that his baby had been ruined by Bai Moli, and he was so angry that his heart and liver hurt.

"Ahh

After a while, An Chusheng and the others heard a burst of screams. Listening to this tragic voice, they couldn't help but roll their throats and tremble.

An Chusheng, Fu Mengyao and the others looked at Yu Huaze in unison, the meaning in their eyes was very clear, what about the harmonious family that they said?

Yu Huaze laughed a few times and shut up.

"There's a kind of suppression of cultivation and going head-to-head with me!

Bai Moli is still struggling.

"Why do poor monks suppress their cultivation based on their ability to cultivate? If you had put a little bit of thought into your cultivation over the years, you wouldn't have been so wasteful.

The eighth senior brother is addicted to alcohol, and he has a virtue with the seventh senior brother Chu Yao. If you don't let the eighth senior brother fight today, Bai Moli will also have no good fruit to eat in the future.

Soon after, Bai Moli's body was beaten and manifested. A white pig was scurrying around in the Floating Tomb, but he couldn't escape, and the Eighth Senior Brother set up an enchantment all around, and there was no way out.

On the round pigskin, there are blue and purple pieces, which are extremely miserable, and they can see that An Chusheng and the others are cold in the sky.

"Mr. Eight, I was wrong.

"Mr. Nine, help!

Bai Moli's shouts echoed between heaven and earth.

On the top of the mountain of the Floating Tomb, Gu Hengsheng took a sip of fine wine, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he exclaimed: "It's really good wine."

As for what Gu Hengsheng admired was the wine in the cup, or what it was, it was unknown.

After a full hour, the eighth senior brother Wukong monk finished venting the anger in his heart, returned to his solemn appearance, and folded his hands and chanted: "Amitabha, good, good."

Somewhere in the corner of the floating tomb, a huge pit appeared, and in it lay a large bloated pig.

Glancing at Bai Moli's tragic situation from a distance, An Chusheng and the others all secretly made a decision. No matter what happens, you must not provoke the Eighth Master.

Once the eighth master is angry, it is too terrible.

However, there is one thing to say, after being violently beaten by the eighth senior brother monk Wukong, Bai Moli's cultivation has faintly improved. It turns out that Bai Moli's cultivation method is really a bit unusual.

"Are you comfortable?

Gu Hengsheng looked at the Eighth Senior Brother who was strolling over and asked with a smile.

"The poor monk is helping him to invigorate his blood and relax the scriptures, which is helpful for his cultivation.

Senior Brother Eighth said this in his mouth, but the expression on his face was extremely comfortable, without the slightest concealment.

Gu Hengsheng glanced at Eighth Senior Brother and was speechless.

Thanks to Gu Hengsheng, he knew the extent of his senior brother's attack, otherwise if an outsider was beaten up like this, it is estimated that he would have died a long time ago.

"I have to bear the sins I have done with tears.