The guy who was stepped on by Shang Luo was an old monk with a gray beard and sloppy clothes, if it weren't for the monk's clothes that were not patched, this guy might not be much stronger than the beggars on the street.

It is estimated that there are seventy or eighty old monks, and after being stepped on by Shang Luo, he howled so that he was miserable and pitiful, and earth-shattering, the bamboo leaves rattled, and the whole forest seemed to come to life, and it was so noisy that it was annoying.

Shang Luo was really frightened, she was stunned in place and didn't know what to do.

When the old monk howled enough, and finally reacted and reached out with his other hand to break the shoe, Shang Luo, who was frightened, subconsciously raised his right foot and dodged backwards, and then stretched out his left foot and stepped on the other hand of the other hand.

So the old monk screamed again.

Lu Hanjiang, who was blocking his ears, rolled his eyes while watching the operation of this pair of sleeping dragons and phoenixes, his face was expressionless, and there was no even any wave in his heart.

Shang Luo, who finally came back to her senses, finally realized what had happened, and she hurriedly apologized: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" I really didn't see your hands here......"

The old monk was so painful that tears came down, and he blew the shoe prints on his hand in distress, which embarrassed Shang Luo, and she said sorry again and again.

Shang Luo wanted to step forward to help the old monk up, but unexpectedly, a wine jug came from the ground and landed at her feet.

The old monk didn't care about her move, but picked up the wine jug from the ground quite distressed, raised his head and poured it into his mouth, but unfortunately there was not even a bottom left in the pot, he shook it for a long time, and it was just three or two drops.

The old monk stuck out his tongue and put the few drops of wine left in his mouth, with a look of unfinished business, highlighting that he was addicted to alcohol.

This special scene also made Shang Luo gradually recover her calm from the series of chaos, she looked at the monk in amazement and asked, "Old ...... Master, isn't it true that Shaolin monks can't drink alcohol, why do you knowingly commit it? ”

The old monk stared at the empty bottom of the pot for a long time before he put it down in disappointment, only to see him leaning on the ground and glancing at Shang Luo casually.

"What's the matter, the Shaolin precepts still stipulate that you can't kill, those in the Luohan Hall, which one doesn't have a few lives on his hands?" The old monk's tone seemed rather disdainful.

Shang Luo was dumbfounded, this old monk was full of disdain for the Shaolin precepts, could it be that she was lucky enough to be able to see another demonic hero who betrayed the door today?

Thinking of this, Shang Luo said with great interest: "Master, are you ...... Dissatisfied with Shaolin and the abbot? ”

Hearing this, the old monk shook Shang Luo again, and said angrily: "You girl, you are born very smart and cute, why do you have these bad thoughts in your heart." ”

"Why!" Shang Luo shouted: "I'm not fighting for you." ”

"What kind of person are you who are fighting, such a good person as the abbot of Lingxu, how can you speak ill of him behind his back, this is not what a gentleman should do." The old monk shook his head and preached, not knowing where he thought this was the master's shaved head.

"I'm a woman, I'm not a gentleman in the first place," Shang Luo pouted: "Master, you open and close your mouth to say good things for the Lingxu Abbot, are you very familiar?" ”

"What do you mean by being very familiar, the female baby gave birth to two eyes for nothing, and she didn't know Taishan with eyes." The old monk got up angrily, and the smell of wine came to his face, which frightened Shang Luo and quickly hid away.

I saw him pat the dust on his body, took out a dirty red robe from the corner and put it on, and somehow hung a hundred and eight Buddha beads on a string, and picked up a rusty demon-slaying pestle from the ground.

"Ahem."

The old monk who stood with one hand coughed twice, burped, and staggered: "Listen, old monk, I am the abbot of Northern Shaolin, Lingxu." ”

“...... Yes? ”

After the air was silent for three or five seconds, Shang Luo's exclamation almost scared the old monk away: "You are the abbot of Lingxu?!" ”

The old monk, who claimed to be spiritual, clasped his ears with his fingers very unvividly, and said leisurely: "What, isn't it like? ”

"Of course not!"

Shang Luomei's eyes were round, and she began to circle around the old monk of Lingxu, looking over and over again, this person in front of her was even worse than the disciples of the Beggar Gang's Dirty Clothes Sect, the bad guy was just simple but not unclean, this old monk was simply no different from the garbage heap.

The rumored abbot of Lingxu, that is the mighty martial arts, so that the demon dao will be discouraged when he hears his name, and the person with the same name as the Wudang Sect Qiyunzi, how can he be such a drunken and sloppy guy?

Shang Luo didn't think of how to describe it for a long time, and only one sentence was held back for a long time: "Where are you like the abbot of Northern Shaolin!" ”

Lingxu stroked his mud-stained beard and said leisurely: "Those who say that sentient beings are not me, why not me?" If I am sentient beings, then it is not me, and the clouds are not them? Hey! Stinky boy over there! Don't waste the old monk's bamboo! It's expensive! ”

The old monk's first half of the words had already confused Shang Luo, and the second half of the sentence turned her dizzy brain back.

She hurriedly looked back, it turned out that when she was on the line with the old monk, Lu Hanjiang had already run to the side to toss the bamboo forest with a bored face, and at this time she had just pulled out a complete green bamboo, and the old monk was full of distress.

Lingxu strode like flying, Shang Luo blinked an eye, and the old monk came to Lu Hanjiang's face, grabbed half of the green bamboo with his big hand, and the remaining half was still in Lu Hanjiang's hands.

"Good boy, you have the ability to do it with both hands," the old monk Lingxu glared hard: "Hmph, did your master teach you martial arts to let you bully the widows and orphans?!" ”

Lu Hanjiang threw the remaining half of the bamboo to the side, and said quite speechlessly: "Old monk, you are almost there, you are a good martial artist, you can run and jump, what were you howling there just now, you are so old, you can make a face." ”

The old monk Lingxu blew his beard: "What a boy with sharp teeth, you trespassed on the Shaolin Temple, and you don't allow my old man to tempt and tempt?" ”

Lu Hanjiang despised this old monk very much, the way the ghost cried and howled just now, if outsiders saw it, he would feel ashamed for Northern Shaolin, this is what kind of abbot with no skin and no face.

"How did you know we were trespassing?" Lu Hanjiang spread his hands, a little scoundrel.

"Yo, the kid still doesn't admit it," Lingxu returned Lu Hanjiang with a disdainful look: "Northern Shaolin is not a small family, you are a disciple of the Carefree Sect, they won't send someone to follow?" There's no guide here, so what else can you be if you're trespassing? ”

"Maybe they're just lost."

Compared with the cheekiness, Lu Hanjiang may not be sorry for this old monk, he said indifferently: "Old abbot, since you already know my identity, why bother with the one just now?" ”

"Thou shalt not speak, thou shalt not speak."

The old monk shook his head, it seemed that the smell of wine was up again, and the unpleasantness just now was immediately put aside by him, and he didn't mention the matter of bamboo at this time, so he turned his head and asked: "There are guests coming from afar, why don't we drink two cups?" ”

“...... Are you really a monk? Lu Hanjiang suddenly became a little suspicious.

The old monk laughed: "That is so well said, wow, the wine and meat have passed through the intestines, the Buddha has left in his heart, and the West Street is drunk on the East Street, this fairy day is not more interesting than knocking on wooden fish in the temple every day?" ”

"I can't see it, old monk, you can still see it," Lu Hanjiang raised his eyebrows, and then waved his hand to refuse: "But it's a pity, I don't drink, or you can serve me some tea." ”

"You're welcome, kid...... However, are you really a disciple of the Freedom Sect? This time it was the turn of the old monk to look surprised.

Lu Hanjiang was curious: "What, isn't it strange that the disciples of the Freedom Sect don't drink?" ”

"Of course it's strange," the old monk said leisurely: "The Xiaoyao faction is a drunkard from top to bottom, Taixuan Taiwei is a person who loves wine, and Taiyi is also a person in this way, after hearing that he was drunk once." Xili Lake Tu had a child, and only later did he quit drinking. ”

"Yo Huo, there is this kind of thing, come on, tell me about it." Lu Hanjiang said with great interest.