In the southern part of the country in November, the weather is slightly cooler, and the crowds on the streets are busy.

The rich also began to hoard food, and when it was time for the real winter, they took it out and sold it at a high price.

People who were not wealthy also began to prepare enough food and firewood, and a few children who occasionally ran by on the street laughed and cursed heartlessly.

In a restaurant in Tangruo City, it is even more lively.

The storyteller hired by the restaurant has been telling about the event that happened in Jinshan Temple more than ten days ago for the past few days.

"In other words, at that time, the six major sects of true Buddhism went out together to besiege Jinshan Temple, and threatened not to leave a single living mouth, how could the poor little Jinshan Temple have the ability to resist? But guess what?"

Mr. Storyteller is a man dressed as a scholar in his forties and fifties, and he is also a veteran, and he has a whetter appetite when he talks.

After he said this, everyone here became quite interested in this matter.

The storyteller looked at everyone's puzzled eyes, and was quite satisfied, before he slowly spoke: "The result, I will forgive the old man for not revealing it first, and the old man will first tell the officials about the purpose of the true Buddhism going up the mountain this time, you may not believe it." ”

Storytelling, of course, it is impossible to say it all at once, it must be slowly introduced, so as to retain guests, and only a skilled storyteller like him would say this, which is also the reason why the restaurant hired him with a high salary.

"Cut...... Jack-of-all-trades, you're really unkind! "Some people don't buy it, usually a small thing after this storyteller said, it seems to have become a big thing, he can't bear it anymore.

The jack-of-all-trades blinked at this time, so he had to continue preaching: "Okay, okay, don't be in a hurry, listen to me slowly, it is said that this time the True Buddhism sent out the Six Great Divisions for a pair of obscene pants, and it was also strange that day, when the Six Great Divisions went up the mountain, it was immediately covered with dark clouds and thunderstorms, and I don't know if this incident angered the heavens." ”

True Buddhism is so brutal that it goes up the mountain just for a pair of dirty pants. ”

"That's right! This is really a mess, but I've heard you talk about books for more than ten years, and today you are fooling people like this?"

"Oh, let's go, it's boring!"

“......”

The people here are starting to have opinions, and no one will believe it at all, and they all think that this old guy is talking nonsense.

In the inconspicuous corner, there were a few strange guests frowning, who seemed to be quite concerned about what the storyteller said, and if anyone paid attention, they would find that they were all disabled.

A man in his forties and fifties who was drinking tea turned out to be legless and walked on two crutches.

The other old man looked solemn, but when he looked down from his shoulder, he would find that the two sleeves of the old man's clothes were empty, and it seemed that his hands had been cut off.

The other few people at the same table also have fewer arms and broken legs, but the momentum they exude is incomparable to others, and if there are masters in the rivers and lakes, it can be seen at a glance that each of these people is a first-class master.

"Hey...... Ladies and gentlemen, please slow down, this news is true, and I vouch for my reputation as a know-it-all!" The storyteller didn't expect it, as a veteran, he almost overturned the car, and hurriedly called out to those guests who wanted to leave.

The shopkeeper who was collecting the accounts on the side also became nervous, and walked over with a smiling face, and his face was better when he saw several guests sitting back in their seats under the guarantee of the storyteller.

"Ladies and gentlemen, when did I deceive you? This is not an ordinary pair of profane pants, this is Fahai's profane pants, have you heard of Fahai? The storyteller didn't dare to hold it up, and hurriedly threw out the explosive information.

Sure enough, the guests were quieter and looked at him curiously, expecting him to continue.

However, some people still said disapprovingly: "How many years has he been dead? What exercises can a bald donkey have?"

"Hey, this guest officer can't say that, you'll know after I hear it. Mr. Storyteller blinked his eyes, took a sip of tea to moisten his throat, and then said slowly: "It is said that at that time, the people of True Buddhism entered Jinshan Temple, and neither the old nor the children were spared, but except for the disciples of the Luohan Hall, the others did not have the slightest ability to resist. But at this moment, a little monk who swept the floor stood up, the little monk looked like he was sixteen or seventeen years old, and he was not afraid at all when he faced the bandits of True Buddhism alone. ”

"What are you kidding, what can a little monk sweep the floor do? Aren't you blowing water again?" said someone patting the table again.

"That's right, don't talk about the little monk, if it's really the leader of the Six Great Divisions, even if the eighteen Arhat Formations have to stand aside. ”

“......”

The guests were talking again, and they didn't know why the storyteller suddenly talked about this little monk.

The group of strange guests in the corner heard the words of the little monk, but their faces changed, and the man with his broken legs even crushed the teacup in his hand.

The old man with his broken arms glanced at him, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

In the face of the guests' doubts, the know-it-all did not rush to explain, but stretched out his hand to signal everyone to be quiet, and then said slowly: "Don't worry, guest officers, don't say you don't believe it, I didn't believe it at the time, but this is what my nephew told me, and everyone knows who my nephew is, right?"

"Of course you know! Who doesn't know that your old nephew is the fast swordsman Chen Fan? If he says it, I believe it. ”

"If it's what he said, I believe it. ”

Know-it-all nodded, it seems that his nephew is still very good, others say that he may not believe it, but Chen Fan is a hero, he is absolutely sure: "In other words, the little monk also injured a famous flower thief before facing the sect leader of the Six Great Divisions, and blinded his eyes." ”

"Tell me who the flower thief is? Someone said disdainfully.

The know-it-all nodded and said, "This person is Tian Qi." ”

"Tian Qi?"

As soon as this name was said, the faces of many people present changed, obviously they all knew Tian Qi.

"What are you kidding? Tian Qi is a first-class master!"

The know-it-all didn't pay attention to the man, but continued: "Not only that, but it is said that it was extremely dangerous at that time, the six major sect leaders besieged Jinshan Temple, and it was really dark at that time! Even the disciples of the Luohan Hall did not dare to step forward, and a little monk who swept the floor actually stood up. ”

"And then? It can't be that the little monk was beaten to death, right? I've heard a lot of your routines. Someone teased.

(I don't even have any recommendations.) Whining...... All right...... Come on...... This volume begins with two updates. The fine outline is half done. ）