ChineseAlong the way, I thought that this was a monk who had attained the Tao, should be the kind of person with kind eyebrows and kind eyes, and the monk's solemn appearance, until he was about to reach his destination, he didn't feel right, because as long as he asked the monk Mingyuan, the villagers either pointed their hands and left in a hurry, or turned around and left, without saying a word.

Only an old farmer said more, let me stay away from him a little more finely, be careful of being falsely accused When I saw him, I finally understood the reason, this monk is too unmonk-like.

He was lying under a big banyan tree, with his chest open and his breasts exposed, his big belly and poop, even if he was unkempt, he was covered in mud, and there were a bunch of mosquitoes and flies next to him

"Buzzing" flying around, I smelled a smell of wine from afar, mixed with body odor, which was particularly dizzy. A pair of shoes on his feet, dirty and completely unrecognizable whether they were cloth shoes or leather shoes, and none of the ten toes leaked, all of them poked their heads out of the shoes.

Thousands of alpacas rushed by in my heart, if it weren't for the clear Buddhist ring scar on his head, I promised to turn around and leave, I must have recognized the wrong person.

Nima, how can there be a little bit of a monk, the Buddha and his old man's coffin board are almost unbearable.

If Faming Temple is all this kind of goods, he can go back to his home now, and there is no need to count on Buddhism in the future.

At this moment, he was holding a wine gourd, snoring loudly, and his feet were itchy, so they rubbed each other and scratched the mud marks, and saw that I almost didn't throw up.

I hurriedly left a few steps to catch a few breaths of fresh air upwind, and when I felt better, I held my breath and approached again, calling him twice.

As a result, he didn't react at all, just rolled over and continued to sleep. I walked to the other side and shouted a few more times, but he still didn't respond.

In desperation, I had to find a branch next to me and gently poke him a few times, trying to wake him up.

But I was speechless, he still didn't react at all. I don't know if I slept to death or drunk to death.

"Hey, Master Mingyuan!" I tried to kick him with my feet, but it didn't work. I'm about to collapse, what a guide this Nima!

After thinking about it, I immediately picked up the phone and wanted to contact Sai Yuer to see if I was mistaken, the legendary monk of Faming Temple, the holy land of Buddhism, turned out to be this virtue?

It's too unusual, isn't it? But when I picked up the phone, I almost didn't drop it, and there was not even a signal where the bird didn't.

I suddenly lost my temper, thinking, should I give him a little cruelty, burn it over, and see if you wake up or not.

But when I think about it, I feel that it is inappropriate, he is a guide, and it is not good to offend, and I still expect him to lead me to Faming Temple.

After pacing back and forth a few steps, I suddenly had an electric volcano in my mind, and I thought of wine. This guy looks like a drunken person, and he has a wine gourd when he sleeps, and he can wake it up, I'm afraid it's only wine.

I immediately pulled out a small deflated bottle of liquor from my bag, walked upwind to him, and unscrewed the lid.

The next moment, I heard him stop snoring, and his nose began to move, and then he sat up violently, and muttered

"Wine, wine, I smell wine......" Then he stood up and touched me directly. I looked stupid, I don't know if he was awake or sleepwalking smelling the wine, because he didn't open his eyes at all.

When I saw this, I hurriedly jumped up and jumped up the tree, put the wine on the tree and jumped down again, if he sleepwalked, he could not give him the wine, he had to wake up and give it again.

Monk Mingyuan also found that the wine had shifted its location, and immediately ran to the tree. However, the next moment something even more dumbfounded happened, Mingyuan actually went up with a tree, and the speed and agility really didn't match his pot-bellied body shape.

After grabbing the wine bottle, he couldn't wait to pour the wine into his mouth, and the small deflated bottle was three taels of white wine, and it was stuffy in one sip.

Then he blinked and blinked, still unfinished

"Anything else?"

"Of course you have, as long as you open your eyes." I'm so happy, I've never seen a drunkard like this, I don't even know how to describe it.

This is the legendary authentic Buddhism, the monk of Faming Temple, looking at his ability to climb trees, he is obviously not an ordinary person.

From this, I finally determined his identity, and I was not mistaken, it was him, but he was not too profligate.

Obeying the call of wine, Monk Mingyuan really opened his sleepy eyes, looked at me, and muttered

"Wine, wine in ......" turned out to him

The word "which" has not yet been spoken,

"Let's chirp" fell from the fall, and his face hit the ground first. I don't know which of his tendons has a problem, and he actually loosened his hand when he hung it on a tree.

"Master Mingyuan." I was startled, and instinctively stepped forward, afraid that he would fall out of the way, and the branch where I put the wine bottle was more than a foot off the ground.

As a result, before I could get completely close, Monk Mingyuan suddenly jumped over and hugged my thigh, howling at the top of his throat

"Come on, come and see, someone is beating up the family, folks, come and see, the unscrupulous will beat people vividly......" I was stunned for a while, I didn't know what he was doing, and after reacting, I suddenly felt 100,000 mothers selling batches of screens.

Nima, where this bird doesn't, you can still touch porcelain. What about the face! What about the face!! I tried hard to pull my leg out, but he hung directly on my thigh, and the weight of 300 pounds almost didn't break me.

"Master, what are you doing here, you have something to say." I asked the sky speechlessly, I really felt the urge to kick him to death, if it wasn't for him.

"Young man, let me tell you, you're in trouble, I now have a tenth-level concussion plus a comminuted fracture of the whole body, if you don't take 1.8 million, this matter can't be solved." Monk Mingyuan looked like he was sure of me, and he was still rubbing on my pants.

"Alas...... Master, if you have something to say, don't rub it. "I felt nauseous, it felt like one leg was soaked in a dung pit, and all the mud from his body was on my trouser leg.

At this moment, I finally understood why the old farmer asked me to stay away from him, beware of him slandering people, it turned out that this was the case, the old farmer was kind.

"Master, as a monk, is this blackmail a loss of face for the Buddhist family?" I couldn't laugh or cry.

I also had a tenth-grade concussion and a comminuted fracture of my whole body, so you are still so tight on my legs, and when you slander people, you can't make a draft?

"It's useless for you to say anything, if you don't give me 1.8 million today, I won't let go." Monk Mingyuan looked like a scoundrel.

I completely lost my temper, sighed, and said

"Master, I don't have one million and eight hundred thousand, even if I do, who puts so much money on me, otherwise, I still have a few bottles of wine on me, even if I honor you, okay?"

"It's only a few bottles, no, no, it will take two hundred bottles to make up for my injuries." Monk Mingyuan opened his mouth widely.

I was so angry that I almost punched my fist down, when suddenly I thought of a killer idea, a killer that can cure a super drunkard.

I immediately took out a bottle of wine and opened it, raised my hand high, tilted the bottle, and the wine would not be poured, and said

"Master, it's okay if you don't agree, it's just a pity that this good wine is." With that, I tilted the bottle without hesitation, and the wine spilled down.

The last thing an old drunkard can't stand is to watch the wine being poured out, especially if the wine is still a special puree wine.

"Don't!" Sure enough, when Monk Mingyuan saw it, his eyes were about to come out, and he hurriedly rolled under the bottle and opened his mouth to catch the spilled wine.

I took the opportunity to drop the bottle and retreated like lightning. I breathed a sigh of relief, and at the same time was surprised to find that all the wine I spilled was eaten by Monk Mingyuan, not a drop was wasted, and I caught the wine bottle by the way.

This requires not only extreme accuracy, but also extreme speed so that the spilled wine is not wasted at all.

Master! I made a judgment on him in an instant, if I couldn't do it in another position, I would spill at least half of the drink.

"Goo-dong!" Monk Mingyuan swallowed the wine he had caught and pointed at me with a distressed face

"You are a descendant, you are so hateful, how can you waste good wine like this, don't you know that waste is the greatest crime?"

"If I don't, why are you going to let me go?" I rolled my eyes, and said in my heart that wasting wine is a crime, and you waste your life in a drunken dream, isn't it heinous?

Monk Mingyuan didn't answer, looked at me, and said

"I don't think you're an ordinary person, what are you doing here to find a poor monk?"

"My name is Meng Lei, Zen Master Kongming asked me to come to you, saying that you can take me to Faming Temple, I have important things to say to the senior monks of Faming Temple." I suppressed my anger and spoke.

As a result, when Monk Mingyuan heard this, he was suddenly shocked, and the wine instantly seemed to wake up for three minutes, and he was surprised

"You are Meng Yanji's grandson?" …… Cat flutter Chinese