Who knew that the monk who quit drinking just tore off a piece of the roast rabbit and said, "One bite is enough, not too much." ”

Dowling's evaluation of this little monk who eats meat and drinks wine suddenly rose a lot.

Then the two began to chat, and the barbecue and wine were no longer divided into you and me, whoever wanted to eat and drink.

During the chat, Dowling and the monk introduced themselves to each other, and Dowling knew that the monk was also going to the imperial capital.

When he heard about the life story of the monk who quit drinking, Dowling silently toasted him.

The monk who quit drinking was abandoned by his parents at the gate of a small temple since he was a child, and there was only one old monk in the temple, and the old monk took him in when he saw that he was pitiful for quitting drinking, and since then, the master and apprentice have begun to depend on each other.

According to the self-report of the monk who quit drinking, he liked to drink since he was a child, and no one taught him about drinking, and even he liked to eat meat, almost no meat and no joy, which made the old monk very melancholy.

"My master said that I am the reincarnation of the Dharma Dacheng, and I am no longer limited to the eight precepts, as long as I cultivate wholeheartedly, he will definitely be able to achieve the fruition level one day." The monk said in a daze.

"Don't brag, if you are reincarnated as a Dharma master, I will still be a traveler in the other world." Dowling finally revealed his identity once with the strength of wine, he felt that he was talking nonsense after drinking, who could believe it, but he never expected that the monk who quit drinking believed it!

"When the little monk first saw the donor, he felt that the donor was different, and now according to what the donor said, you are bigger than me!" The monk burped and said.

Dorin suddenly came to his senses when he heard this, good guy, he really believed what he said.

"Actually, I was joking just now, don't believe it!" Dowling patted the monk on the shoulder and said.

"The donor doesn't need to explain, the Buddha once said: explanation is a cover-up, and a cover-up is the truth."

Dao Lin began to think in his heart, whether he could beat this thin monk, whether to kill people.

The monk smiled meaningfully and said: "Seeing each other is fate, we can meet here today, naturally it is fate, I am convinced that we will become good friends." ”

The fist that Dao Lin hid at his side clenched and loosened, repeatedly, hesitating, until the monk handed over the wine gourd again, and he smiled and took the wine gourd and drank it in a big gulp.

After the two roast rabbits were eaten, the wine gourd was also drunk.

"When you're full of food and drink, go to sleep!" Dowling pulled the monk in a daze and said.

The monk who quit drinking clasped his hands together and said: "Amitabha, the little monk will not get on the car, just meditate and practice meditation here." ”

Dowling was not reluctant, opened the carriage door and got in, he slept and dreamed that it was also a practice.

After a night of silence, the next morning, Dowling got out of the carriage and stretched happily, and saw the monk sitting cross-legged by the extinguished fire with his eyes closed.

"Quit drinking?" Dowling walked over and pushed the monk who had quit drinking.

The monk who quit drinking fell directly to the ground, startling Daolin, thinking that the monk was dead, and hurriedly went over to probe his nose.

"Lord Dowling, you're awake." The drunken monk grabbed Dowling's outstretched hand and opened his eyes and said.

The moment Dowling was grabbed by his hand, he only felt a strong force clamping his arm, and this power made him, a first-class martial artist, a little unbearable.

"You let go of me first!" Dowling pulled out his arm vigorously, and when he looked around, he saw that there were three more red marks on his wrists, which were pinched red by quitting alcohol.

"I accidentally hurt you." The monk got up and asked with concern.

Dowling shook his head behind his back with his pinched red arm behind his back, but he was shocked in his heart, this monk turned out to be a master.

"Wash up, let's go." Dowling said as he walked towards the stream.

After the two of them washed up, cleaned up the mess they had made last night, got into the carriage and left.

With a new partner on the road, Dowling felt that he was not alone, and the two of them talked and laughed and rode forward.

"In the future, you can call me Brother Dao, and I will call you to quit drinking." Dowling said as he drove the carriage.

"Okay, you're a year older than me, it's okay for me to call you Brother Dao, Brother Dao, do you drink?"

Dowling, who was shaking the horsewhip, suddenly smelled a smell of wine, and he looked over to see the monk holding a wine gourd and drinking it in small sips.

“？？？” Dowling was full of question marks, and he remembered clearly that he had drunk not a drop of the wine in the wine gourd last night.

"Brother Dao, what's wrong with you?" The monk asked, looking at Dowling, who was staring at him to the side.

"What's in your hand?" Dowling asked, pointing to the wine gourd.

"Of course there is wine in the wine gourd, otherwise I would still fill it with water?" The monk looked at Dowling like an idiot and said.

Dowling's gaze swept to the monk who had quit drinking, and he was sure that the monk had this one wine gourd on him.

"I was done last night, how can you still drink?" Dowling scratched his head and asked curiously.

"Secret, I can't say, I can only tell you that there is no shortage of wine on the way to the imperial capital." The monk said with a smile.

Dowling is not stupid, he suddenly thought that there were storage rings or storage bags in the novels in his previous life, and then he looked at the monk again, focusing on the accessories he was wearing, and the long rosary around his neck.

"Is this rosary a storage device?" Dowling asked, pointing to the monk's rosary.

The monk's face changed when he heard this, and he changed color for the first time since he met Dowling, but he quickly covered it up.

Dowling understood that he at least knew that there were storage utensils in this world.

"Can I redeem something like a storage ring?" Dowling asked for coins in his mind as he drove the carriage.

"1000 experience points can be exchanged for a low-level storage ring, about ten square meters." Coin replied casually.

"I want a storage ring!" Dowling made a wish directly in his heart.

Soon he felt a slight shake in his arms, and he reached into his arms and felt a cold ring.

He took out the ring and looked at it, it was a quaint ring as black as ink, and it looked very ordinary.

"Is this a difficult ......" Dowling's movements were clearly seen by the monk who had quit drinking, this was obviously a storage utensil.

Dowling smiled and casually put the ring on his right hand, and then he included the golden sword on his waist and the money ticket in his arms according to the experience of reading novels in his previous life.

"Brother Dao, do you have anything to do with the Imperial Capital Daoist?" The alcoholic monk asked with a smile.

"Why do you ask?" Dowling asked curiously.

"One is because your surname is Dao, and there are too few Dao surnames. The second is that storage utensils are rare, at least if there is no background of people are impossible to have storage utensils, combined with these two points, I can only ask like this. The monk said very clearly.

Dowling still smiled and didn't explain.

The monk who quit drinking took Dowling as a default, and had a little confirmation of Dowling's identity in his heart.

"Brother Dao, what do you want to go to the imperial capital?" The alcoholic monk asked, holding a rosary.

"Be a cook!"