Among the nine peaks of Maoshan Mountain, the fifth peak, there is a fat man at this moment, who is walking between the peaks and forests, muttering in his mouth as he walks. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"I won't go back, I won't go back, uncle, I eat white rice all day long, eat wowotou, eat Chinese cabbage, and if I'm lucky, I'll give a vegetarian chicken, it's still limited!"

This fat man who keeps muttering is none other than a fat monk.

Just yesterday, the monk of Longyin Temple came to Maoshan and said that no matter what, this time he had to bring the fat monk back, and of course the fat man was dead or alive.

Buddha, I ate roast chicken in Maoshan and ate it well, and the ghost went back with you to eat cabbage.

As soon as I received the news, I ran into the mountains in a puff of smoke.

It was useless for the dozen or so monks from Ren Longyin Temple to scream in the mountain and throat suffocation, after all, this mountain is so big, of course, the disciples of Maoshan also joined the search team, but they all turned a blind eye.

This is an order that Si Nanlie deliberately passed on secretly, fat monk, he is not unclear about the role of Yan Feng, if he can keep this fat man, he will try his best to stay.

The fat monk was walking forward alone at the moment with his head down and muttering, and suddenly hit the tree directly with a snap.

"Uncle, who! Who is plotting against the Buddha!"

The fat monk raised his head and cursed a few words, only to realize that he had hit a tree.

"Your uncle!" raised his foot and kicked on the big tree: "I'll rub... Ouch yo ~ It hurts the Buddha to death!" the fat monk hugged his own feet, sat on the ground and rubbed his buttocks.

took out the night white pot from his arms, raised his head and took a sip, and his face suddenly showed an expression of enjoyment.

"What's the matter, you don't have Tsubaki medicine in this pot?"

At this moment, there was a voice coming, and the fat monk stood up in fright, and when he saw the person in front of him clearly, his fleshy face suddenly laughed, and the source of this voice was the Yan Feng who rushed to Maoshan Mountain.

"Master Yan, why do you say that you are always elusive, I haven't seen you for a long time, Buddha, where have you been?

The fat monk put the night white pot in his arms, patted his big belly, walked to Yan Feng's side and smelled it, shook his head and said: "I'm really going to find the young lady, Lord Yan, you are really not kind, next time this kind of affairs will bring the Buddha and me." ”

Yan Feng was a little bitter when he said this, why was he not kind.

"Tell me where I'm not being kind. ”

Yan Feng put his hands behind his back and asked with a smile.

"The Buddha smelled the fragrance of several different young ladies on you, this fragrance is extremely unfamiliar, I have never smelled it, and you dare to say that you are kind. ”

"I'll rub it, you're a dog!" Yan Feng was stunned by the fat monk's words, these days, Chi Qian and the wine rumors have indeed stayed by his side, and it is normal for him to dye a little fragrance on their bodies, but he didn't expect this dead fat man's nose to be so bright.

"By the way, just now I found out that there are Maoshan disciples in the entire Fifth Peak, and there are more than a dozen monks, what are they looking for? Could it be that they are looking for you?"

"A bunch of people who have eaten too much and have nothing to do. ”

"What are they looking for from you?"

"My nephews said that my master and his old man are going to pass away, let me hurry back to take over the position of the abbot, this old guy, in the past few years, I have been talking about my death almost eight times, and every time I don't know how to make up a better reason, Buddha, I don't believe him unless my head is crotch!" The fat monk shook the fat on his stomach

"But if it's true, why don't you really go?" For some reason, talking to this fat monk, Yan Feng couldn't help but want to laugh.

The fat monk rubbed his stomach and said, with a pit dad expression on his face: "If you don't go, if you die, you will die, and you will go directly to Elysium, and you don't have to go to the underworld or anything, I guess my master wishes he would die soon." ”

"In that case, then you can come with me. ”

Yan Feng stepped forward with a smile and grabbed the fat monk's shoulder.

"Master Yan, what are you going to do, whether a man can accept a kiss!"

The fat monk is trying to hide, it's a fool not to hide... Every time Yan Feng looks for himself, it must not be a good thing!

"Let's sit down slowly if we have something to say... This..."

But where could he hide from Yan Feng, he was forcibly grabbed by Yan Feng, and with the fat monk, Yan Feng broke through the air directly.

The ninth peak of Maoshan Mountain, a quiet courtyard in it, there is a maple tree in the courtyard, the wind blows through the sound of rustling, and there are flowers blooming in all four places.

It is a place of peace and tranquility.

This is the courtyard where Kyaukling lives, because of the previous injury, Si Nanlie specially found someone to get her a quiet place, this ninth peak, perennial tranquility, and almost no disciples are moving around, which is the most suitable for cultivating the body.

At this moment, Yan Yuyan is also here, as well as Xiaoyan, the maid of Jiaoling.

The three of them were chatting about something.

"Really? My brother was particularly stinky and beautiful in his last life?"

Yan Yuyan's laughter came like a silver collar.

At this moment, a voice with a slight smile came, but under this smile, there was a faint coldness, which was the coldness in the heart, and it was revealed between words, and it could not be concealed at all.

"Who do you say stinks beautiful?"

As soon as the voice came out, the three women at the stone table were stunned.

The first to turn around was Yan Yuyan, and the moment she saw Yan Feng, she instantly pounced on her brother and hugged her brother tightly.

Yan Feng looked at the rain and smoke that was already moist in his arms, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart, and at the same time he also had a little self-blame for himself in his heart, since he brought the rain and smoke back from the spiritual realm of Lop Nur, he didn't have much time to accompany her.

It's just that she has been staying in this Maoshan Mountain, and she has not fulfilled the responsibilities of a brother.

"Okay, stop crying, good. Yan Feng touched Yuyan's hair and said with a smile.

"You're back. ”

At this time, Kyaukling also stood up, looked at Yan Feng, and tried to keep his tone calm.

"Well, I'm back. Yan Feng raised his head slightly, and the smile on his face seemed gentle, but he couldn't hide the coldness in his heart.

The moment he saw Yan Feng laughing, Jiaoling's whole body trembled.

Sure enough, it's still the same as the previous life...

Hide all the pain in your heart, carry all the burden on your shoulders, and treat the people around you forever, just with a smile.

"How long will it take to be back this time?"

Jiao Ling turned his head to look at Xiao Yan: "Xiao Yan, go make a pot of tea for Changfeng to drive away the wind and dust." ”

"Okay~" Xiao Yan also had a happy smile on his face, and hurriedly walked into the house.

"It won't be long before I'm going to go out again in a while. ”

Yan Feng walked towards the stone table and sat down.

As soon as he sat down, Yan Feng smiled, waved his hand, and in an instant, the door railing of the small courtyard was about to steal the fat monk's body.

"Fatty, where are you going?"

Yan Feng's figure appeared beside the fat monk.

"I'm going to make a compliment, do you want to see it too?" the fat monk swallowed, scolding in his heart... Damn, it's so hard to even run.

"Fatty, I really need you to help me this time. Yan Feng stared at the fat monk and said word by word: "This matter is a matter of human life." ”

The fat monk looked at Yan Feng's eyes, sighed and shook his stomach: "Okay, okay, when didn't you say that." ”

At this time, Xiaoyan had already brought out a pot of tea.

Yan Feng pulled the fat monk: "Let's go, let's take a sip of tea and we'll set off." ”

(To be continued.) )