He wore a gray monk's robe that had been sewn countless times, and in his dirty hand was an equally worn fan.

A gourd that hadn't been filled with wine for an unknown number of years was scattered aside.

The unkempt mad monk was snoring at this time, and there was saliva faintly flowing from his mouth, probably dreaming of some delicacies from the mountains and seas.

Occasionally raise your hand to tickle your body, and a little rubbing is a dark ball of mud.

"How is this the case?"

Chenyin frowned slightly, feeling different from what he imagined.

But at this point, he had nothing to retreat from.

"Open!"

Accompanied by the Buddha seal worn by the abbots of the past dynasties, pasted on the cage, he suddenly felt a burst of dazzling.

When the Buddha's light flashed away, the cage was already wide open.

The sleeping mad monk sat up at some point, although there was no coercion at all, but for some reason, he stared at him directly, which made Chenyin feel a little hairy in his heart.

"Spirit... The ninety-second abbot of Lingyin Temple, Chenyin, has seen the patriarch of Jimad! ”

Chenyin bowed slightly, and secretly paid attention to the mad monk out of the corner of his eye, feeling a little nervous in his heart.

After a brief silence, the mad monk finally spoke.

"Patriarch?"

"Who is the Patriarch?"

"Who's the madman?"

"What Lingyin Temple?"

The mad monk seemed to have a hundred thousand things, and his eyes were full of curiosity.

"Really crazy?" Dust Yin was slightly surprised in his heart.

I was about to speak, but unexpectedly, the crazy monk asked expectantly, "Yes...... Do you have alcohol? ”

"Huh?"

Chenyin was slightly embarrassed: "Back to the ancestor, in the pure place of the temple, there is no wine and meat." ”

"And what are you going to do?"

The mad monk was a little angry, and the entire Dragon Descending Hall shook faintly.

Outside.

The eighteen bronze arhats all showed shocked faces and retreated one after another.

The existence in the ancestral land also looked at this place nervously.

Not to mention the dust hidden, the great coercion exuded by the mad monk in front of him made him feel that he was facing a desolate beast.

"Don't worry, patriarch, you have been born now, there is wine and meat everywhere outside, whatever you want, the poor monk can send it to you!"

He hurriedly reassured, his voice trembling a little.

When the mad monk heard this, he instantly showed a smile again, and immediately rubbed out a mud pill from under his armpit.

"Okay, okay, okay."

"I don't have anything to entertain you, come, eat, eat." The mad monk said with a look of hospitality.

"Ah......h

Chenyin looked at the dark mud pill, his face turned green, and he secretly cursed in his heart that he was really a madman, and then took a deep breath and squeezed out a smile and said, "Thank you, Ancestor." ”

After speaking, he swallowed the mud pill with a sad face.

The mad monk smiled happily: "Let's go, let's go." ”

After speaking, he took Chenyin's hand and stepped out of the Dragon Descending Hall in one step.

The sky was cloudy, and the sun was falling, making the mad monk's eyes squint involuntarily.

At this time, the Eighteen Bronze Arhats, as well as the existence in the ancestral land, were all staring at him with great nervousness.

He didn't seem to be aware of it at all, just staring blankly at the Buddha Hall, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Why did you let me out?" The mad monk suddenly spoke, and his tone was calm and confused.

"Not crazy?"

He muttered in his heart, and said in a deep voice:

"Ancestor, your immortal soldiers have been taken away by others."

"Immortal soldiers? Oh......"

The mad monk thought about it: "I have to take it back." ”

Hearing this, Chenyin instantly showed an excited look.

Unexpectedly, in the next second, I heard the crazy monk suddenly say: "You are very angry." ”

Chenyin's face changed, and he explained a little nervously: "The patriarch said that he laughed, the disciples, like you, are all monks, and we monks have already quit greed and hatred. ”

The mad monk looked at Chenyin, then at the ancestral land, and then said something that made Chenyin unclear.

"You are a monk, he is also a monk, you are all monks."

"I'm not a monk."

When the words fell, the mad monk laughed, stepped out, and disappeared into the inner world.

And the hall dedicated to the dragon descending Arhat was instantly in ruins.

"This ......"

"What does he mean?" Chenyin's face was ugly.

The existence in the ancestral land is relieved.

……

……

Near Baiya Mountain, a lot of cultivators and demon clans have gathered in the past few days.

In the beginning.

Most of them came out of curiosity, wanting to see what kind of sacred the Lord of the Qingfeng Temple, who almost destroyed the Jinshan Temple with the power of one person?

It's a pity that Baiya Mountain has always been isolated by white fog these days.

No one has ever seen the true face of the Lord.

On the contrary, after four days, I actually saw two heavenly tribulations!

For the first time, everyone was horrified and thought, isn't someone going to soar?

But with the second coming, everyone realized that this should not be the Ascension Tribulation!

"There was gossip before, saying that it is very likely that the elixir has been refined here."

"I didn't believe it at the time, but now it seems that it's not true, right?"

"The alchemy technique of the Guan Lord is extraordinary, this is a well-known thing, when Bai Suzhen brought the green snake to kneel on the mountain for help, it was the nine pins of the pill refined by the Guan Lord that saved the life of the green snake."

"Now to say that he has refined the elixir, it is certainly incredible, but it may not be impossible!"

"Don't forget, everyone, that Guan Master suddenly has a foundation-level strength, now think about it, maybe it's because of the elixir that it will advance by leaps and bounds!"

"Oh my God, if it's true, it's shocking."

"How many things do we don't know about this viewer?"

"It's too wicked......"

Countless cultivators were amazed.

These days, all kinds of deeds about the Qingfeng Guan Guan Lord have been thoroughly spread throughout the cultivation world.

Up to the cultivation boss, down to the demons and monsters.

Even the zombie ancestor who cultivated in a closed coffin was lifted by the descendants and listened to a bunch of stories.

The five words of Qingfeng Guanguan are now known to everyone and everyone.

This has led to more and more people flocking to the area to see what it really looks like.

However, at this time, a ragged mad monk attracted everyone's attention.

The crazy monk was wearing a broken monk's shoes, shaking a broken fan, wearing a shabby hat that looked like an ingot, and wearing a tattered monk's robe, and was drunken and walking towards Baiya Mountain.

What's more, on his dirty hands, he still holds a sizzling chicken leg.

He took a sip of chicken legs and another sip of wine, and his face was full of delicious enjoyment.

This made many practitioners frown.

"Where did the wild monk come from? How can you be so unruly and unruly? ”

Some people can't even help but drink in front of them.

The crazy monk was not angry, but just gnawed on the chicken leg and said with a smile:

"Wine and meat pass through the intestines, and the Buddha stays in his heart."

"If the world learns from me, it will be like entering the way of demons."

"Hey, hiccup......"

The mad monk burped, then ignored the Sendai ban on White Cliff Mountain and staggered into the rugged path.

“？？？”

At this moment, the eyes of the audience widened.

At the same time, Lin Heng, who was in the back mountain, looked at the foot of the mountain.

(End of chapter)