When Tang Zui jumped off the cliff, his body was wrapped in a cloud of insects, and all the black insects entered his body, which coincided with Tang's drunken addiction again, and his body was even more stinging.

Falling into the water caused a large splash. Slowly floated up, the small worms in the body went down the flesh and blood to the brain, and at this moment, Tang drunk didn't care about the others, pulling a piece of driftwood and hugging it tightly.

The white pill in the dantian exuded bursts of coolness, and the many small insects in the body were all like hypnosis, and they fell into a deep sleep quietly in all parts of Tang Drunk's body.

It's a pity that the wine gourd on Tang's drunken waist was left when he just entered the water, and he doesn't know where it is. At this moment, the alcohol addiction is still unbearable, the stinging pain is unbearable, and it has changed into a body that wants to explode.

His eyelids were groggy and painful until he fainted, and he crawled on top of this half of driftwood, not waking up.

The water flowed down, and the water didn't know where it flowed, and I don't know how long it took, but Tang Drunk never woke up.

Under the scorching sun, the earth became hot. Sandalwood incense in the shrine fills the temple courtyard, and a thirteen or fourteen-year-old novice is gently sweeping the dust with a broom.

Faxiang Temple is the border of Yanxuan country, a very remote dilapidated temple, according to legend, it has been inherited from the territory of Chenzhou one of the ancient Buddhism of Faxiangzong, but at its peak, there were only thirty or forty monks.

Today's Faxiang Temple, there are only more than ten people. This place is a land of poor mountains and bad waters, and it is very far away from Qingming Town.

"Uncle Shi, when will I finish cleaning?" asked a middle-aged monk who was meditating, brushing the beads of sweat from his head.

"Don't be in a hurry, don't be dry, don't speak, be cautious! Shanqing, since you have entered the Buddha's door, you should have a Buddha's heart. Persistence is the most important thing in everything. After saying this, the monk said no more.

Xiao Shami, whose name is Shanqing, scratched his head, a little puzzled. He was only eight or nine years old, and his childishness had not subsided, and he had only entered the temple nearly two years ago. He was originally a child begging along the street, but when there was a drought in his hometown, his parents were starved to death, and after several twists and turns, he wandered to the vicinity of Faxiang Temple, and stayed here after being presided over by the ferry.

Shanqing secretly cursed in his heart for "dead bald donkey", and began to clean the courtyard again. He always felt that it was very sinful to stay in this environment, and in the face of a group of people who seemed to be nervous, he secretly caught a rabbit a few days ago and refused to eat it.

He sniffled, looked at the solemn center of the monastery, sighed secretly, and suddenly remembered that when he was wandering, many people were starved to death, and he felt that he was the luckiest.

"Raise the fire temperature by two minutes and put in three green lotus Bodhi flowers. The monk's sonorous voice echoed through the temple.

I saw that in the Faxiang Temple, a huge bronze tripod was standing in the courtyard, and the flame was burning with dry wood under the tripod. And in the boiling water in Dingzhong, there was an unconscious teenager.

I saw that the young man's upper body was naked, his brows were a little weak, and he also showed a resolute look of not admitting defeat, about sixteen or seventeen years old, and it was Natang who was drunk.

"Uncle Shi, are we going to cook human flesh? Shanqing looked at the big ding, pointed at Tang drunk and asked.

"It's time to fight!" the middle-aged monk tapped his finger on Shanqing's head, and immediately puffed up a red envelope. He also preached to Shanqing: "Your Buddha heart, it seems that the dust is still not exhausted. ”

"Uncle Shi spares my life, I was wrong, I was wrong!" Shanqing covered his head and ran into the distance. He touched the top of his head lightly, and his mouth cracked in pain.

"The lotus finger of the dead bald donkey has improved again. Hmph!" Shanqing scolded a few words secretly, pouted and walked away.

Tang was drunk before he woke up, and the potion in the ding evaporated layers of hot gas, all of which were absorbed by his body, but he saw that black strange spots continued to appear on his body, flickering and flickering. The white pill in the dantian was also completely hidden, and there was no reaction.

"Abbot!"

"Senior brother!"

From the main hall of the Faxiang Temple, an old monk walked out, with a long silver beard hanging down to the chest of the monk's robe, fluttering in the wind when walking. Although the presiding officer of this Faxiang Temple looks like a sixtieth year, his spirit is still vigorous. He looked at Tang drunk, his eyes flashed with a gleam, and then dimmed.

"In half an hour, let's put out the fire and seal the ding. Alas, when he woke up, he let this little friend rest in the east wing. After speaking, the presiding officer twisted his beard, turned around and thoughtfully walked into the Daxiong Treasure Hall in the temple.

At this moment, Tang was drunk and frowned, and there was no sign of awakening.

"Wake up. Wake up. ”

The murmuring of Sanskrit sounds slowly sounded in Tang Zui's mind. He slowly opened his eyes, and what caught his eyes was a ceiling hanging board painted with the Flying Buddhas and the Dharma-crossing beasts, and a faint sandalwood wafted in the air in the wing.

Tang was still a little dizzy when he was drunk, like a dream, he was still confused just now, and now he finally woke up.

"The Buddhist family points out, and the donor thinks about it. I saw the long-bearded old monk in front of him, gently put his middle finger on his forehead, and the dull feeling in his brain disappeared, followed by a piece of clarity, and his eyes slowly became clear.

"Master, are you?" Tang Zui dragged his aching body and wanted to sit up, but was stopped by the old monk and lay down again.

"Little benefactor, you've woken up. The poor monk is wonderful, and the little benefactor is not shallow, and he is afraid that he will have a bright future. Miaokong lowered his long beard and said lightly.

"And thank the master for saving his life. My life was poisoned by insects, and my hometown was destroyed, how can it be called a blessing. Tang drunk said this, with some sadness in his eyes.

For a while, my heart was sour, and I thought of my parents and Mo Li. It's a pity that this life has changed strangely, and the vicissitudes of life. In a few days, I came to this step of the field.

"Those who are in great trouble will have great blessings, and the so-called blessings and misfortunes depend on each other. A person's life is a life of life and death. Ordinary people, from birth to old age and death, are said to be born and died. The people of Fuyuan are born and die, and then they are immortal. ”

After listening to it, Tang was silent thoughtfully.

The host of the second space asked slowly: "Can the little donor tell me the name?"

Tang drunk coughed and replied softly: "Boy, Tang drunk." ”

"A leaf is prosperous and withered, and the clouds are drunk. Good name!" Abbot Miaokong heard Tang's drunken name and groaned slowly.

"The master's Zen machine is ignited, and there is a life-saving grace, Tang drunk here to thank you!" Tang drunk sat up from the bed with difficulty, and sincerely hugged his fists and thanked him, but unfortunately at this moment, the alcohol addiction began to commit, and his whole body was tingling.

"It's not the poor monk who saves you, but the ancestor of this temple who saves you. Yesterday at noon, the bell in the temple suddenly rang, which was the call of the ancestors. When I went to see the ancestor, he mentioned you and asked me to pick you up in the Jiuqu River in the western suburbs of the temple, and I met you floating in the middle of the water, holding half of the elm trunk in the water. The color of the water around is dyed blood red, mixed with a hint of black magic. ”

"Ancestor?" Tang was a little puzzled. Isn't the Buddhists particular about the Buddha, how can there be an ancestor? It is estimated that most of them are the founders of this Faxiang Temple.

"There is no way to verify the age of the ancestor. The poor monk had never seen his old man's face, but whenever he encountered an incomprehensible dilemma in cultivating Buddhism, he went to consult the ancestor. "The presiding officer of Miaokong clasped his hands together, and he had great respect for this ancestor.

"In a few days, the Ancestor will let you go to see him, and it seems that it is also your blessing. Okay, let's rest, little donor, and let Shanqing outside the door do whatever you want. He said no more.

Tang was drunk with alcohol at the moment, and he couldn't bear it, so he endured the pain and said to the Miaokong host: "Master, do you have any wine?"

The remaining Miaokong presided over speechless for a while, and after listening to Tang Zui explain his strange illness of alcohol addiction, he asked Xiao Shami Shanqing to ask for a few bottles of bone-setting wine from the medicine hall, all of which were herb and tree essences, and could also be taken directly internally.

Tang drunk directly held the wine bottle and drank it all. After drinking three bottles in a row, he stopped, and let out a sigh of relief, as if the dragon spirit was returning to normal.

The host of Miaokong shook his head, and he couldn't see the root of Tang's drunken strange illness for a while. And the white pill in the Tang Drunken Dantian completely fell into a deep sleep, and there was no reaction.

I didn't see anything unusual by the host of Miaokong, but Tang Zui was curious about where the so-called ancestor arrived and was sacred, and he could actually deduce where he was, and he wanted to take him here, and he didn't know what the conspiracy was.

Miaokong glanced at the drunken Tang drunk, smiled without saying a word, and then walked out of the wing, leaving only the sect's little novice Shanqing and Tang drunk.

Shanqing walked into the room and looked at Tang Drunk, who was drinking, and secretly scolded the drunkard.

The two of them exchanged a few nonsense words in the room, and then there was nothing else to say. The scene was very embarrassing for a while, Tang drunk remembered Mo Li again, and wanted Shanqing to ask: "Little Master Shanqing, do you know how far away Qingming Town is from here?"

Shanqing scratched his head and replied, "I don't know, but it is estimated that it is very far away." Faxiang Temple is located on the border of Yan Xuan Kingdom, but Miaokong presides over his old man's house, but he has learned the law of immortals, and you may be able to get the answer if you ask him. ”

Tang Zui then asked, "Has the little master also learned the Immortal Law?" Suddenly a desire rose in his heart, Tang Zui also wanted to step into the path of cultivation, after all, maybe the only way to solve the strange disease of his dantian white pill was to cultivate the truth.

Shanqing pouted angrily and muttered: "Master said, I will wait for the disciples of the Buddhist family, and only after the Dharma is refined can I step on the path of cultivating the truth." I want to too, but unfortunately I don't know how many years I have to wait. ”

Shanqing thought for a while, and then said, "Hey, little drunkard." In the future, when you leave the Faxiang Temple, can you talk to the abbot and let me go out with you?" Shanqing looked at Tang drunk and begged.

"Besides, I have something very important to do when I go out, I'm afraid it will affect you. A trace of determination flashed in Tang Zui's eyes, he must find Mo Li. If he becomes stronger in the future, he will definitely find the turbid old monster who fights in the sky and avenge the people in the town.

Shanqing didn't say anything more. After some conversation just now, the gap between him and Tang Zui seemed to have disappeared, and the two spoke much more casually, expressing their hearts directly at the moment, quite a bit of a brother.

In the next few days, Shanqing came by himself, fetching water for Tang Zui, delivering food, and providing medicinal wine for Tang Zui without interruption. In the meantime, he did not forget to complain about how the rice in the Faxiang Temple was light and oil-free, how unpalatable, and Tang was drunk and had to smile bitterly.

In a few days, Tang Drunk recovered very well, and gradually got out of bed and walked around against the wall, and then his body moved, and his body was no different. He stroked his back with his hand, only to see that the skin was covered with black spots, and now they had all scabbed, and after another day, the black scabs fell off, and when he picked up the scabs, he saw that there were shadows of the black insects.

Secretly sighing that the magic of this Faxiang Temple medicine can actually kill so many black insects from the body and force them out to the skin, and now the scabs have fallen off, and there are no scars left.

He moved his muscles and bones, and he didn't exercise well for a few days, so he was a little unaccustomed to it. Listening to the "crackling" of the bones in my body, I seem to be really lazy.

I took another big sip of medicinal wine and was addicted. There are people in Faxiang Temple who are cultivators, and this medicinal wine is really extraordinary, it is many and a hundred times better than the spirits he drank in Qingming Town, and he can quench his alcohol addiction after a few sips.

He clenched his fist and felt as if his strength had increased again.

"Knock, knock, knock......" Several Sanskrit sounds sounded rhythmically, like the wonderful sound of the nine heavens spread down to the world, and spread slightly in the room. It just so happened that Tang was drunk looking at the pattern on the ceiling, and as soon as the Sanskrit sound sounded, the picture on the pattern seemed to be alive, circling and wandering.

Tang was drunk and calmed down, only to find that everything was as before, and everything was a dream bubble.

After a while, the door was pushed open. Shanqing panted and said, "Tang drunk, the abbot is looking for you and saying that the ancestor wants to see you!"