At the end of the bamboo forest, there is a protruding area, which is a huge rock, as if the human tongue is sticking out of the lips, just above the "tip of the tongue", that is, at the very end of the rock, there is a bald monk sitting upright, with his back to the crowd.

Judging from the back, the monk should be not young, his body is thin, his back is a little hunched, and the monk's robe he is wearing looks a little dirty, as if there are a few small patches on his back, compared with the master of Huikong in front of him, he is naturally wearing a lot worse.

As soon as he saw this thin back, Master Huikong slowed down and straightened his robe before walking towards the thin figure.

"Huikong, who asked your kid to bring someone here? Didn't you say that when Lao Tzu was sitting in meditation, no one could disturb him? You kid seems to be disobedient, believe it or not, Uncle Shi beat your kid's ass?! Well? ”

That thin figure must be the legendary Master Lifan, as soon as he raised his hand, he actually held a gourd in his hand, tilted his neck, took a sip, and said without looking back, obviously a little unhappy.

Lao Liu Tou sniffed, smelled a familiar smell, clearly the smell of wine, couldn't help but be stunned, in modern terms, the three views are ruined, the rumored master Fan is actually drinking, isn't it a violation of the great precepts of Buddhism? As a Buddhist, and with such a high seniority, how can he drink?

Not only did Lao Liu Tou smell the wine, Wu Feng also smelled it, his surprise was no less than that of Lao Liu Tou, this old monk not only drank, but also spoke upside down, not in a proper shape, and said what to hit Master Huikong's ass, Master Huikong is old, and his master Qingfeng Dao is the same age, it is hard to imagine what kind of situation it is for Master Huikong to be spanked by that thin old man......

In an instant, the image of the worldly masters and peerless monks that Master Fan had piled up in Wu Feng's mind collapsed in an instant, properly, really collapsed, and there was nothing left.

Master Huikong's face turned red, looking very embarrassed, and he smiled apologetically at Wu Feng and Lao Liu, who had opened their mouths wide and couldn't close them, and then walked over quickly, snatched the wine gourd in the hands of the thin monk, and said very resentfully: "Oops! Uncle Fan! It turns out that you said that you were sitting in meditation here, so that no one would come and disturb you, but you were hiding here to drink, didn't I tell you some time ago? You can't drink wine anymore, we are Buddhists, and drinking is a great precept, why don't you listen to persuasion? ”

"Stinky boy, do you still know that Lao Tzu is your uncle? If you don't let Lao Tzu drink in the temple, you can only run to this hanging cliff to drink, and you don't let Lao Tzu drink when you run here, then Lao Tzu will jump to the bottom of this cliff and drink, do you believe it or not? ”

As Master Fan spoke, he stood up with a "rub", and was about to jump to the bottom of the cliff, but Master Huikong grabbed his arm and begged bitterly: "Uncle, don't scare your nephew, I'm just such an uncle...... Okay, okay! My nephew will return the wine gourd to you, don't jump and become a ......"

"It's almost ......" Master Ran glanced at Monk Huikong, snatched the wine gourd in Monk Huikong's hand, and took a sip of it, looking very enjoyable.