The fox looked at the man in front of him in surprise, this person's body was sometimes real, sometimes illusory, so that the fox couldn't understand whether this person was a human or a ghost.

The fat monk watched from the sidelines, but his eyes suddenly became stern, and he stretched out his hand to let the fox retreat.

"This gentleman, I have arrived here in a hurry, found this temple, and want to spend the night here, I don't know if there is any trouble?"

The fat monk said very politely to the drunken man who didn't know whether he was a human or a ghost, and the man also rubbed his head, raised his drunken eyes and looked at the fat monk in front of him.

"Hehe~"

The man grinned and burped.

"Don't bother, don't bother, it's still a little life, I have a lot of offense!"

The man's smell of wine seemed to have woken up a little, and he could see the person in front of him clearly, waved his hand, took a gourd from his waist, and poured wine into his mouth.

Seeing this man's appearance, the fox was also confused, although he couldn't understand the situation in front of him, but Zhao Hongyun still fell to the ground, and the fox hurriedly walked over to help him up.

"Thank you, sir, then."

The fat monk saw that the man didn't care about it, so he gave a salute and thanked him.

"Eh~"

The man did wave his hand, smacked his lips and said, "This wine is indeed not a taste, it seems that I am indeed going to find a good pot of wine!" ”

The man said to himself, walking towards the door of the ancient temple.

"Oh, yes..."

The man who arrived at the door turned his head again, swept the person, a demon, and a monk with drunken eyes, and showed a strange smile.

"Monk, do you know where this is heading? Xiaosheng has just arrived, and I don't know the road ahead! ”

The man pointed to the town below the ancient temple, and the three fat monks came from which town they came to rest in this ancient temple.

"Where is it called Qingshui Town, I just came from that town."

The fat monk said very politely.

"Clearwater?"

The man repeated the name of the town.

"I think the water in this town is very delicious, and the wine made from good water is good, and the wine in this town must be good, and it is worth visiting!"

"It's worth visiting!"

The man was drunken to himself and walked in the direction of the town.

"Thank you, sir, little monk and don't know the name of sir?"

After the man left, the fat monk remembered to ask the other party's name, but when the fat monk said this, the man had disappeared without a trace, and he didn't reply for a long time.

"Monk, is that person a human or a ghost?"

Zhao Hongyun rubbed his head and walked to the fat monk, and the fox looked at the big bag on his head, but he couldn't do it.

But the fat monk smiled.

"Of course it's a ghost, a drunk!"

The fat monk spoke, but suddenly heard a black mass suddenly fall from the beam of the ancient temple, and fell to the ground with a bang.

"What the hell?"

The fox was frightened by this sudden movement, pulled Zhao Hongyun to hide behind the fat monk, and looked towards the ancient temple, but found that it was still the man, but for some reason he fell from the beam of the house again.

"A drunkard, of course!"

The man was still drunk, and he got up from the ground, rubbing the joints of his body as if he had broken his whole body in one fell swoop, but from his face, he didn't care at all.

"Eh! Really drunk, how did I have to go back here? ”

The man looked around with his drunken eyes, and the familiar scene in front of him seemed to startle him as well.

"Sir, you're on the wrong track, Shimizu Town is there!"

The fat monk walked over, as if he was not surprised, and pointed in the direction of Qingshui Town outside the door.

The fat monk showed him the way, but the man scratched his loose hair as if he hadn't heard.

"Who seems to have asked me for my name just now?"

The fat monk was still smiling.

"The poor monk came to disturb him, and Mr. De generously donated this temple, so that he would ask for his name, so that he would remember Mr.'s kindness in the future."

"Oh? Oooh oh! ”

The man was really drunk, and after thinking about the fat monk's words, he understood what they meant. Hurriedly got up from the ground, tidied up his clothes, and bowed to the fat monk.

"Xiaosheng's surname is Feng! Feng Jiu and Feng Yanmeng are below! ”

Feng Yanmeng reported his name, but he didn't ask the names of the fat monk and the other three, but walked straight through the fat monk's body and walked in the direction that the fat monk showed him the way.

The conversation between the two seemed to have a temporal disorder, and what Feng Yanmeng did and answered was never what the fat monk said at the moment.

"Qingshui, I'm going to make your wine ever! Scholar, I haven't drunk good wine in days! ”

Feng Yanmeng went down the mountain muttering to himself, his body was sometimes real and sometimes illusory under the moonlight. He was always able to pass through the obstacles in front of him safely, but he tripped over the small stones under his feet and fell to the ground, staggering like a real drunken person, heading towards Qingshui Town.

"This time, he won't come back, will he?"

Zhao Hongyun and the fox were so shocked by Feng Yanmeng's strangeness that they didn't know what to say, and watched Feng Yanmeng leave in a daze, and asked uneasily.

The fat monk shook his head, did not speak, turned around and returned to the ancient temple, but found that there was an extra wine jug on the ground at some point, presumably pulled down by Feng Yanmeng.

And the fat monk looked into the distance, this time, Feng Yanmeng really went far, and he shouldn't come back to get this wine jug. In this way, the fat monk put the wine jug on the side of the stone statue and ignored it.

"Fat monk, how can this drunkard be so strange? Sometimes illusory and sometimes real, the fox and I have been wandering the world for sixty years, but we have never seen such a little ghost! ”

Zhao Hongyun was puzzled, so he went to ask the fat monk.

The fat monk smiled slightly: "Sixty years? The so-called imp in your mouth, I don't know how many hundred years have been dead, he must have found a way to cultivate before he can touch this thing in the yang world, but he has been drunk all the time and has not controlled the virtual and real changes in his body. ”

As soon as the fat monk's words came out, Zhao Hongyun was surprised.

"Can the soul still be cultivated?"

"Why not? Which of the creatures in the world cannot be cultivated? Although the two of you have been in the world for many years, you are only pursuing fame and fortune, short-sighted, impetuous, and do not look for other ways out, so you make the mistake of killing people and seizing your body. You two still have a lot to cultivate! ”

The fat monk said that, he found a dry place in the ancient temple, and laid some dry straw on the ground as his sleeping place.

Before falling asleep, he suddenly said a word to the fox and Zhao Hongyun.

"You two, don't do obscene things in front of the monks!"

Today, the fox's injuries are better, and he can already transform into a human form, and the fat monk only then remembered that these two people are two.

It is said that this Feng Jiu Feng Yanmeng came out of the ancient temple on the mountain, got the guidance of this fat monk, and came to this Qingshui Town. Feng Yanmeng originally came to Qingshui Town because of gluttony, but he didn't know that there was a person in Qingshui Town, and he had a grudge with this Feng Yanmeng before his death.

"Because of Feng Yanmeng's grievance, I have this book called "Demon Hunting Ghosts"!"

Wang Ji said this in the teahouse, and only then did he introduce the title of his book.

Xingmu slapped it on the table, waking up the officials, and then opened a new book.

"The moon shines on the lonely shadow in the dark night, the non-human loves to forget the worries, the lonely soul Qingshui steals wine and causes grievances, this good show Zhong Kui catches ghosts, but he becomes the demon Kui catches ghosts!"

As soon as the set poem came out, Wang Ji knocked on the wood in his hand again.

"Anyway, all the officials have also heard of the play, and there is a play called "Zhong Kui Catching Ghosts", someone must have gone to see it, but in this book, this drunken ghost Feng Yanmeng acted as a little ghost, and accompanied a troupe to play Zhong Kui Ghost Hunting in the absurdity! However, why did this Zhong Kui ghost hunt become a demon ghost hunter! Ladies and gentlemen, listen to me slowly! ”

As soon as the wood woke up in the teahouse, Wang Ji left a suspense, and then continued to return to this Feng Yan dream.

It is said that after the drunken ghost Feng Jiu Feng Yan dreamed of this Qingshui Town, because it was late, the street was empty, only the sound of the night watchman was still echoing on the street, reporting the time for the people in the town.

The wine jug on Feng Yanmeng's waist had already fallen into the ancient temple, but Feng Yanmeng didn't realize that the soul body was wandering in this deserted street, relying on his nose to find wine. But the tavern has been closed late at night, and the wine jar has been sealed, this Feng Yanmeng has a good nose, and there is no way to find where there is good wine for a while.

"This old man has no other skills, but this wine is really good! I can't even find my house! ”

But when Feng Yanmeng was walking alone on this street, he met another drunkard, and saw that the drunkard was still holding a wine jug in his hand, drinking and walking. The drunkard, drunk but unable to walk in a straight line, walked down the street, but within a while he bumped into the house next to him, and walked up against the wall for a while, but then fell to the ground and snored.

"Sir! Mr! ”

Feng Yanmeng hurriedly rushed over and shouted at this drunk, but this drunkard was even more ruthless than Feng Yanmeng, no matter how Feng Yanmeng shook, this person didn't react at all.

But the wine that this person spilled on the ground after he fell to the ground, Feng Yanmeng smelled it, but it was indeed good wine! It's a pity that this drunk fell to the ground and spilled the wine on the ground, making Feng Yanmeng unable to taste it.

"It seems that I have to find this wine myself! You drunk, you can't help me, a drunk! ”

Feng Yanmeng dipped his fingers in the wine on the ground, and licked it with the tip of his tongue, although this wine was not an immortal brew, it was still passable, much better than the wine Feng Yanmeng had drunk in recent days.

However, this drunkard was drunk all the way, and this street was dyed with the smell of alcohol, if Feng Yanmeng followed this wine, he would definitely be able to find good wine!

In this way, Feng Yanmeng followed the direction where the drunkard was coming, and sure enough, after turning a few corners, he saw a big word for wine in front of the door of a dilapidated hut!

Presumably this is where the drunken man just drank, although this tavern has been closed after proofing, but it can't stop Feng Yanmeng, the drunkard.

The excited Feng Yanmeng hurriedly went to find the wine jug on his body and wanted to make a pot here, but when he touched his hand to his waist, he was missing the wine jug on his waist!