“…… What else? ”

"Also, it's the last kind of person, this kind of person is as black as a briquette, and you want to put him in the coal pile at night, and you can't see anything except those two rows of big white fangs!"

"Haha, there are still such people? It's so interesting! The little monk patted the coffee table and smiled.

Wang Zheng sat on the side, bored to pick up a peanut bean, threw it into his mouth and chewed it, the blood jade fan in his hand had long been unknown where to throw it, and a reluctant smile appeared on his face. On the contrary, the little monk was very happy, at this time he had already put aside the last trace of the monk's style, sitting with his legs spread out, and the placket in front of him did not know when it had been untied, and he had a good "celebrity style" with his chest exposed.

In fact, this can only be blamed on Wang Zheng himself, how can he ever do such a thing as chatting with ancient people, in a few words, he has changed from asking the little monk questions to asking himself questions. From identity, name to background knowledge, in the end, Wang Zheng bluntly turned the topic to the south and the north, and the different human customs and customs were the ones that completely attracted the idea of the little monk.

Originally, Wang Zheng thought that he could take this breakthrough point as the basis and take the initiative in his own hands again step by step, but he obviously underestimated the strength of ancient children to listen to stories, and talked about the distribution and peculiarities of the world's races from the customs and habits of various ethnic groups in China.

It is also thanks to Wang Zheng that there is an iris display that can be queried at any time, otherwise this question would have fallen to the bottom long ago.

However, after chatting with Tian'er this afternoon, Shifang admired Wang Zheng's erudition and thought that he was worthy of being a person who could come out and wander the world. seems to have become the most respected person besides his master.

Although Wang Zheng was tired, this afternoon was not in vain. The general life deeds of the old monk can be regarded as being asked. In view of the fact that the little monk has not gone to school, there are only a few adjectives over and over again, and it is monotonous and dry to tell. Wang Zheng also understood the appearance of five or six points. But it was these five or six points that opened Wang Zheng's eyes.

To describe the words of the old monk in one word, that is "cow"!

This word can already describe his status in the Great Buddha Temple, to his exploits in subduing demons and eliminating demons, to the prestige of the people near the Buddhist Temple!

Wang Zheng only realized a little bit in his heart, no wonder this old monk knew that the thousand-year-old tree demon was strong, but he still didn't take him seriously, daring is a typical example of the courage of a master of art.

As for the rest, not much was obtained. Including Wang Zheng's temptation of supernatural abilities that appeared in other Chinese ghost stories such as Xuanxin Zhengzong and Kunlun faction, as well as his exploration of the current general trend of the imperial court. Nothing came of it.

Of course, a big reason for this may be because Shifang himself is a monk, and he usually eats and fasts and recites Buddha, and basically does not understand the outside world. But this is also a clear problem - these factions or court officials are not well-known among the people.

The two were chatting, and before they knew it, it was already dark. As soon as the light dimmed, Wang Zheng was a little hungry. Weiyi showed the meaning of eating. The little monk of the ten directions is happy!

He's been eating every meal for almost two days. I had a full meal at noon, and the young man was hungry by now! Don't you get excited when you hear how to eat?

Wang Zheng wants to eat, of course, it won't be the same as the little monk at noon.

Although there is no big feast in this broken temple, you can't just get a few cabbage tofu that doesn't even have meat and fish.

With the Battle Maid by their side, of course, this thing is not difficult for them. As soon as the guards had set up their tables, the maids below had come up with a lot of good dishes from nowhere, dragging their plates and starting to serve them in the same way. Because it is a meal with a little monk, you can't patronize it yourself. Therefore, the wide table is divided into two, starting from the middle line, facing the half of the little monk, of course, all of them are exquisite vegetarian food. And although Wang Zheng also does not have big fish and meat, there are also a lot of meaty dishes that are obviously meaty. It can be regarded as taking care of the face of the ancient temple of Lanruo Temple.

The meal was ready, and the little monk of Shifang was not polite, so he picked it up and ate it directly.

The two talked for an afternoon, and they almost reached the point of being familiar and informal, and Wang Zheng no longer pretended to be exquisite, how comfortable he was.

At this time, I heard someone knocking on the door outside.

The little monk Shifang immediately became happy, jumped up and rushed out, and shouted in his mouth: "Master! It's my master who is back, my master must not have eaten yet, Wang Gongzi, you eat slowly, leave some for my master! ”

Wang Zheng agreed, didn't even raise his head, and said in his heart: Your master? It's your daughter-in-law, it's almost the same!

Wang Zheng was like a mirror in his heart, it must be the female ghost Xiao Zhuo who came at this time, and the old monk was still in Guobei Town at this time, going door to door. I don't know what the old monk thinks, he obviously gave him a lot of silver in the morning, and he would have been able to come back long ago after buying food. He is not no, the silver does not spend and insists on going to the fate. I don't know if the monks are all sick with this!

Shifang happily rushed to the door, and while opening the door, he said, "Master, look who is coming!" Hehe, not only do we have food now, but we also have ...... Hey, why are you? ”

"Why are you again?"

"What are you still doing here?"

"You still don't want to leave, you want Miss Ben to drink the northwest wind?"

Standing outside the door is this beautiful woman in a gorgeous palace dress, who is the famous heroine in the plot of this plane - Xiao Zhuo.

What Xiao Zhuo's surname is, no one knows, maybe even herself. So everyone calls him by his first name, just Xiao Zhuo.

This is the first time Wang Zheng has met this person face-to-face who dares to break through the distinction between good and evil. A strange woman who forged the flame of love. Looking at her snow-white skin, good ground appearance and uneven but well-proportioned and abnormal figure, she is indeed the first beauty among the three female ghosts.

It's no wonder that this bloody little monk dared to pick up a girl knowing that the other party was a female ghost.

The two played a big set of spears last night, and no one could help anyone, and they met again tonight, as if they were already familiar. There wasn't much thought between the words.

"Oops, you're so annoying!" The little monk looked at the beautiful Xiao Zhuo, and suddenly his body was flushed with heat, his heart jumped suddenly, he waved his sleeves in disguise, and turned to walk inside: "Can you let me take a breath?" Don't you feel ashamed? Being a man is sometimes forced by life in order to eat, and it is inevitable to bow to reality, but you have already become a ghost, you should be free, why are you still so cheap......"

Before Xiao Zhuo could speak, a joke suddenly came from upstairs: "So, in what do you mean, the lunch meal is considered a bow to life?" ”

Seeing that Wang Zheng set him up, the little monk was not stupid, and shook his head directly: "That's not counted, we call friends to meet, friends have the good of a family, a meal is nothing!" ”

Wang Zheng said this, Xiao Zhuo naturally found that there were other people in the room, and with his eyes, he had already found seven or eight men who looked like guards, and he thought about it slightly, but he was a little puzzled.

"Haha, you monk, at a glance, you know that all the work has been used to transform the edge. If you read the scriptures and don't understand them, when you mention eating, you talk about it, and you know it! Wang Zheng laughed, shook the blood jade folding fan in his hand and appeared at the staircase, and arched his hand to Xiao Zhuo Yaoyao, who looked up curiously: "This is Xiao Zhuo girl, this monk has been talking about you for a day, and my ears are calloused. Now I know when I see it, it's really a beauty! ”

Although Xiao Zhuo didn't know Wang Zheng, he also knew from his tone that this was a friend of the little monk, so he hesitated for a moment, not knowing why he gave up the temptation, and instead gave Wang Zheng a dignified salute, and said: "Xiao Zhuo thanked Gongzi for his praise, but I don't know ...... Gongzi."

"My surname is Wang!" Wang Zheng slapped his fan and said, "Just call me Wang Gongzi!" I ......"

Before Wang Zheng finished speaking, the little monk shouted and said, "Hey, she's a female ghost." How do you ......"

"What's wrong with the female ghost!" Wang Zheng glared and interrupted Shifang: "Female ghosts can also be friends!" (To be continued......)