When Bai Wuqiu was talking, Wu Mian lazily walked out of another grass house. The white-haired man leaned against the door frame and looked at the bald heads who claimed to be monks who were blocked by Bai Wuqiu, and at this time, Bai Wuqiu pulled Xiao Ren San and walked out from behind Bai Wuqiu. After glancing at the monks, the old man smiled and said to his cheap son: "Old man, I told you just now, give them a few handfuls of wheat flour, and then give ten or eight money." Look at it, people who are generous don't appreciate it, right? ”

After seeing Wu Mian appear, the older monk became restless. He glanced at the white-haired man several times, intentionally or unintentionally, and waited until he finished speaking. He hesitated for a moment, and said to the old guy, "Dare to ask if a few are Fang Shi?" A hundred years later, there was a white-haired scholar in the Huainan Palace. I don't know if you've heard of it? ”

"The big families in Shouchun City don't go, but they come to this mountain. I know that you are not that simple" Hearing the monk directly talk about the topic, Wu Mian sneered at the moment. After a leisurely glance at the six bald-haired men, he said to the returnee, "It's noisy early in the morning, send them away." After saying that, Wu Mian turned around and returned to the house.

After seeing Wu Mian go back, the monk who took the lead looked a little disappointed. However, he seems to know the details of Wu Mian and Gui Hui, and he is not entangled above. just stood here and refused to leave, and continued to inquire about the whereabouts of the monks who lived in the Huainan Palace.

"Old man, I'm just now reacting, you guys have something to ask for. In this world, how can there be a reason to ask people for money and ask for money, not that my old man said that you monks, you will not be allowed to do this next time. After smiling, he reached out into the clay pot of the leading monk and took back the handful of gold bills that were still there before. Then, pointing in the direction of the back mountain, he said: "Seeing that there is no there, I walked all the way to the slope of the back mountain, where there is a large field of wild vegetables." It's enough for you to eat for half a month, and now it's time to go, and if you go late, it's cheaper for others. ”

After saying a few words, the old guy smiled and pulled Xiao Rensan back to the cottage. Before entering the door, he didn't forget to say to Bai Wuqiu: "Silly son, don't be so generous in the future." With this money, your father and I will take you to the prostitution hall in the city in two days, and I originally wanted to find you a banshee to live with a family. But you also know that most of the monsters in the world have gone to the Demon Mountain. It's really not easy to find a banshee for you, your father, I'll take you to the prostitution house to make do with it first, and wait for a suitable banshee to ......."

"Don't mess with Lao Tzu about these useless things, Lao Tzu won't go." Although the first time their 'father and son' met was at the gate of the prostitution hall in Shouchun City, the current Bai Wuqiu has completely forgotten that paragraph. After spitting at his 'biological father', the second stunned man continued: "Can you also be worthy of Lao Tzu? What's the point of being bare without even a chest hair, scales, and feathers? Still want to go to Lao Tzu's bed? Bah! The beauty of thinking. ”

If you don't want to return it, you want to persuade you, but you are stopped by Xiao Rensan on the side: "Old immortal, don't you know your son?" It's not good for this tune, and when I pulled him to see my mother take a bath, I didn't want to do it. You take us ginseng, we are not in a hurry to come back, we will stay for two months before we ......"

As they spoke, the three of them had already returned to the cottage. I didn't want to take care of the gate properly, and no longer bothered the bald monks who were blocking the door, and after a long time, they would naturally leave hungry or tired.

What they didn't expect was that after they closed the door, these monks didn't mean to call the door again. They gathered in a circle and discussed a few words, but one of them left. The remaining five sat cross-legged at the door of the cottage, and with the elder monk taking the lead, they began to recite the scriptures in a low voice as if singing.

And the people in the grass house don't care about them, when it's time to eat, a few people in the grass house just burn the fire and cook. The monks who sat at the door and recited the sutras did not seem to see until it was completely dark. None of these people had the slightest intention of leaving, except for chanting scriptures, they didn't even have the convenience of getting up. It was as if I didn't know what eating, drinking, and resting were, until the next morning. Bai Wuqiu opened the door and saw the five men still sitting in the doorway reciting scriptures.

"It's over, isn't it? Blocking the door of people's houses and scolding the street, Lao Tzu also did it. I haven't blocked the gate of people to recite scriptures! As he spoke, the second stunned man pointed to the white-headed monk and continued: "There are no dead people in Lao Tzu's house, what scriptures are you howling?" What did your parents do to give birth to you? You were in a latrine when you were born, right? I didn't wash you and took it out to shame, first of all, do you think the toilet is closer than the new house? As soon as you get home, you go to the toilet, right? People treat people to drink wine and eat meat, and you bald people invite guests directly into the toilet....."

Bai Wuqiu has an amazing talent for scolding the streets, and these monks have been out of the world when they recite the scriptures, and their ears have not heard of the outside world. But since this stunned man started scolding the street, some of them have forgotten the words, and they can't remember what is in the scriptures. But I remembered all the toilets I had been to in my life.

In the end, except for the monk who took the lead, who was able to continue reciting the scriptures, the other four young monks were sweating profusely. Hungry, tired, and wanting to go to the latrine, the bodies of the four monks began to tremble slightly, and the words of the street became more and more unpleasant. The swing of the four people's bodies is also getting bigger and bigger.

"That's it, don't stay here, go back to the temple and rest" The monk who took the lead finally stopped chanting and opened his eyes to look at the four disciples. After sighing, he closed his eyes again and said to his disciples, "Go back and tell your brothers and sisters that you don't need them to go up the mountain." If I still don't return for more than a month. When I pass away, the presiding position in the temple will be held by the senior brother of Zhiyuan. Okay, let's all go, don't delay my practice......"

After the old monk finished speaking, the other four disciples first folded their hands. They saluted him respectfully, and after the salute was over, the four of them jumped up and ran away with their stomachs in their hands. Seeing their panicked appearance, Bai Wuqiu laughed and shouted behind them: "If it's convenient, go farther!" Don't let the stench drift over and smoke your master. ”

After watching these four people grit their teeth and run out, Bai Wuqiu continued to say to the old monk with a grin: "Old thing, your disciples are gone. It just so happens that it won't be good for Lao Tzu's later words to be heard by your disciples. Look at your appearance, how many daughters-in-law do you have at home? You are asking for food outside every day, can your daughter-in-law still support it? Why don't you go back and see if your children look like you or your neighbors......"

The old monks are much more determined than their own disciples. No matter how stunned the second man scolded the street, he didn't seem to hear it. The scriptures recited in his mouth did not even pause in the slightest.

The second stunned man stood in front of him, scolding until noon, and he didn't see the slightest reaction from the old monk. Originally, Bai Wuqiu thought that he had still practiced a spell like Bigu, and he could persist without eating or drinking. But after a day and a night, the old monk's face had sunk in. When he recited the scriptures, his head and face were also sweaty, but the rhythm of his recitation was not disturbed in the slightest.

The second stunned man could have continued to scold, but he called him in if he didn't return. The people in the cottage continued to eat, drink and have fun as if the old monk did not exist, and they were not affected at all because of this old monk.

It has been a stalemate for seven days, and the old monk is already skinny. Because he didn't drink water, he couldn't make a sound when he memorized the scripture, and he could only move his mouth to indicate that he was still reciting the scripture silently. In the middle of the night on the seventh day, he walked out of the grass hut with his hands behind his back, squatted in front of the old monk, and said to him with a smile: "I admire you a little bit, old man, tell me, what do you want to do with such a toss?" ”

The old monk, who was no longer an adult, finally opened his eyes, glanced at the old guy with his cloudy eyeballs, and then used all his strength to say, "I want you to change to the Liberation Gate Avenue......"