The dialogue in the mountain temple seems so absurd and nonsensical, but the person who talks is unusually serious. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

On the main seat, the man in the bamboo crown robe held a fire copper ruyi in his hand, and gently placed it in his palm and knocked it.

Opposite him, sat a tall young man, dressed in a short fight, with thick eyebrows like ink, and a subtle martial arts aura on his body.

The young man has a good look.

The appearance is not good, not that his eyebrows and eyes are picturesque and blue, but that the eyes are as colorful as golden pearl, and the dark pupils gradually change in the center, which actually brings out a bit of tiger-like predator meaning.

He raised his chopsticks and picked up the ugly-looking "splendid multi-flavored fish" in front of him, regardless of the different tastes of the steamed and fried fish from head to tail, and just bit down directly.

Gently and skillfully pulling out the whole fish bone in his mouth, the young man glanced at the bamboo crown Taoist with dissatisfaction: "There is no head of the wheath snapper, and there is no back of the eastern star seabreth, you are not even willing to let the parrot fish, just take the head of the tarpon, the body of the catfish and the tail of the grass carp together, what kind of splendid multi-flavored fish?"

Holding Dan Ling Ruyi, Wei Ye replied with a disgusted face: "I think Wei's wine and food are shabby, you don't want to eat it." ”

However, these words only made the young man put down his chopsticks faster: "Someone is willing to treat him to bleed, why don't you eat?" Although I don't know what you strange Taoist priest want to do, I can see that you have a request for me now, so don't eat for nothing." ”

Such a cheeky answer was enough to make people jump up from their seats in anger, but the immortal warlock did not get angry, but nodded: "With your background, it doesn't surprise me that you would say such scoundrel words. ”

These words made the young man stunned: "Do you know my teacher?"

When these words came out, he only got a string of mockery: "Fight with me three times in a row, your fist style is like a building demolition in a fierce place, and a ghost is possessed in a gentle place, between the changes in rigidity and softness, you can't get rid of a taste of obscenity to the extreme, such a strange style, it is not easy to find a second home in the multiverse." ”

This kind of evaluation did not make the young man angry, he just looked behind the immortal warlock.

At Wei Ye's side, there was a sword floating.

From the body of the sword to the hilt, the sword was wrapped in a silk cloth with a light and elegant color, and the whole picture of the sword could not be seen, only the coiled green lotus and green lotus on the pure white silk surface.

It may not be a good idea to say that it is silk cloth, because among the fabric wrapped around the sword, there are obviously things like necklines and cuffs.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but in the eyes of the young man, he always seems to see different colors, as if colorless distilled water has been poured into hundreds of pigments, combining into withered yellow bones, crimson flesh, blue veins, and pale epidermis.

But in the blink of an eye, a crimson fire sparked and scorched everything clean, leaving nothing behind.

The recurring scene is like a strange visual magic show.

Looking at the uncertain phantom on the sword, the young man nodded: "The curse on this sword is really troublesome. ”

He immediately turned his face to Wei Ye: "Hey, the one who set the fire, do you know that my faction is also an expert in solving supernatural monsters." Do you want to place an order for me to help you get rid of this curse that sealed your magic sword?"

Wei Ye looked at him, didn't speak, and with a slight turn of his hand, a Gu Yafa sword came out for no reason. The blade of the magic sword is faintly clear, the sword body is smooth as a mirror, and the sword light is as clean as the moon.

Looking at this ancient sword, the young man was speechless, picked up the small knife and fork on the side, cut the belly of a plate of roast goose in front of him, and ate a small finch stuffed in the belly of the roast goose: "The taste of this flower finch is wrong!"

Wei Ye rolled his eyes and replied, "This is not a Hehua Sparrow, this is the sparrow of Jingyanggang." Since it is a poor sour wine dish, it can't supply any wheath snapper and eastern star grouper, so how can there be a flower finch?"

Gathered into fish, goose belly stuffed finches, are fine and very ingenious delicacies, even if they are put in Bianliang, they are enough to be used as imperial meals, but in the eyes of young people and the mouth of the bamboo crown Taoist, it is shabby and unbearable hospitality.

Such a conversation and such a diet made Wu Song, who was hiding outside the mountain temple, have some strange associations.

At this moment, he saw the two people sitting opposite each other in the mountain temple raise their wine glasses, and raised them from afar, and the wine in the cup rippled slightly, and it actually penetrated into his nose.

He will never be mistaken about that smell again, it is actually the bottle of incense he drank in the Jingyang Gangxia Hotel before!

Thinking of the previous complaints of the shopkeeper, Wu Song no longer had any doubts, lifted the whistle stick, stepped into the mountain temple with one foot, and shouted: "Good thief, good birdman, but you are doing things on this Jingyanggang!"

Unexpectedly, the bamboo-crowned Taoist just sat still, and only smiled at the young man: "This good man who fights tigers is here, and today you are meeting a rival." ”

While talking and laughing, the young man jumped up suddenly, his figure flashed, and he let go of Wu Song's whistle stick, frowned and retorted: "The one who set the fire, I have the word tiger in my name, but he is not a real tiger, how can I see that he is my opponent?"

The bamboo-crowned Taoist raised the red copper Ruyi in his hand, pointed at Wu Song, and said: "This big man is a good man in Qinghe County, as the so-called - long miles, long miles, don't talk gossip, show a good Han Wu Erlang." Na Wu Song has been wandering outside for a whole year, and he wants to go home to visit ......"

The bamboo-crowned Taoist knocked the red copper Ruyi on the silver plate, and sang vigorously, and the young man had already spat him: "Who wants to listen to your inauthentic Shandong Allegro?"

As he spoke, his five fingers had already swept towards the whistle stick swept in Wu Song's hand, but he saw that his five fingers were like claws, and in the blink of an eye, he staggered past Wu Song.

But it was this wrong kung fu that Wu Song realized that the whistle stick in his hand was light, and when he looked closely, he saw that the whistle stick in his hand had turned into a hair-thick piece of wood shavings, and it was not a look!

Seeing this scene, he saw that the Bamboo Crown Daoist nodded: "Wooden Knife Cracking Technique, or should I say Wooden Knife Cracking Claw?" Sure enough, in addition to those weird fist techniques of your own school, the other martial arts you have learned are also these strange tricks." ”

As he spoke, he waved his hand impatiently: "Our business hasn't finished yet, what are you rubbing here, send Wu Erlang as soon as possible, and finish talking about things as soon as possible." ”

It seemed that this urging had an effect, and as soon as the young man with tiger-eyed eyes turned around, his breath suddenly converged invisibly.

Wu Song only felt that the person in front of him disappeared in a blink of an eye, and then he felt a pain in the back of his head, and he didn't know anything in an instant!

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Jingyang Gangxia, the shopkeeper who has a stinky face these days, feels that his recent luck has not been smooth.

When I came in the morning, I just opened the door of the store, but I saw a young man in front of the door, his clothes had already been torn into wisps of whits, except for a calf nose pants between his crotch, he could not find good clothes.

And beside this man, there stood a mustachioed Taoist priest wearing a yellow bamboo crown and a green brocade Taoist uniform.

The Taoist priest carried a sword wrapped in silk on his shoulder, held a red copper Ruyi in his hand, and threw him a string of copper coins and a package with a smile: "This man passed by the mountain temple at night, but he was accidentally injured by the mountain and was rescued by a certain person." There are wounds and clothes in this baggage, you can wake him up for me and send this reckless man away. ”

"Shanzi" is a tiger, but the shopkeeper looked at the Jingyanggang that was only ten feet high, looked at the not too dense mountain forest, and secretly thought: "Where did the tiger come from on such a low hill?"

But before he could ask in detail, as soon as the figure of the Bamboo Crowned Daoist turned, there was a cloud shrouded in qi, and in the blink of an eye, he disappeared again.

The shopkeeper was so shocked when he saw this that he sat down on the ground and cried out for a long time: "Grandpa the mountain god has appeared!"

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After Jingyanggang, it is Yanggu County.

Yanggu County is not too prosperous, but there are also a few small streets, some shops and restaurants, showing a scene of rising years.

Among these small streets, there is a Zishi Street, which is mostly rented by small businessmen on both sides of the street, so those who have ancestral properties are happier than others.

Wang Po, who runs a small tea shop, belongs to this kind of housed class.

Since Wang Po runs a tea shop, she will naturally have a few hands on the craftsmanship of ordering tea soup. Now is the hot summer season, and all kinds of cold drinks are selling the best. However, in such a small place as Yanggu County, there is no ice cellar for small tea houses. Therefore, as soon as the princess arrives in summer, she has to get up early, boil those plum soup, fragrant herb drink and other heat-relieving drinks early, and then put them in the water tank to cool.

This work is not easy, she has to get up on the third watch day and prepare early.

On this day, she was busy in the tea bureau as usual, with all kinds of drinks to relieve the heat, but she saw an old monk, wearing a five-Buddha crown, wearing a robe, holding a tin cane, walking slowly on the street.

At this moment, it was not bright tomorrow, but I saw that the figure of the old monk was clearly revealed in the dark night.

Behind the old monk, there was a white fox a few points bigger than a calf, shaking nine tails, slowly following the old monk.

On the back of the white fox, there was a high-haired beauty, wearing a plain white gauze robe, swaying in the wind, holding a big fist orb in one hand and a sword in the other, which looked a little awe-inspiring and inviolable.

The old monk pointed to the room next to the small teahouse and said to the beauty on the back of the nine-tailed white fox: "Heavenly Maiden, this is where you were conceived. Your father in this life is a dwarf who sells cooking bread, and your mother is a freed slave woman. ”

The old monk said, and sighed with compassion: "That woman was born with a charming bone, and she was born beautiful but unwilling to become a house-filling girl. Fortunately, her mistress had always been jealous, and when she saw that her husband had the intention of stealing, she forced her husband to pay a dowry and married her to this short man who sold cooking cakes. After the two got married, they couldn't stand the gossip of the prodigal son in their hometown, so they moved to live in a rented house in Yanggu County. ”

"The dwarf man went out to sell cooking cakes every day, and she became a female celebrity at home, although the life of the two was a little hard, but it was also very peaceful, which was suitable for the birth of the heavenly girl. ”

Having said this, the old monk turned his face to look at the woman riding the white fox in front of him, and said with half pity and half pity: "Heavenly Maiden, although you have re-entered the reincarnation and been conceived. But the six karma chakras you are in charge of have been destroyed. Only the humane law realm all the way, you can't wash away the three poisonous delusions of your predecessor, and the past is like a poisonous fruit seed, spreading to the heart, the future is a blessing or a curse, the old man is not sure, and he hopes that the heavenly girl will do it herself. ”

The old monk said, saluted the woman riding the white fox, and then turned around and left.

Only the woman riding the white fox was left, and she looked at the house, and then even the people and the fox turned into a brilliant Buddha light, enveloping the small building next door.

Wang Po was startled and was about to walk out of the tea bureau to take a closer look, but she tripped and fell under her feet without paying attention. She woke up suddenly, and found that she didn't know when she had fallen asleep in the tea party.

But at this moment, she smelled an extremely sweet aroma, which was coming from the small building next door.

A few days later, the daughter-in-law of the Wu family next door came with the news that it was the night dream girl who sent pearls, and woke up full of strange fragrance, and she was pregnant.

It's just that Wang Po is old and sophisticated, but she doesn't dare to talk about the things she dreamed about at night.

A few days later, Wang Po saw Wu Da's brother come over to join her brother, saw the heroic and tall Wu Erlang, and then saw the short and ugly Wu Dalang, and the neighbors on Zishi Street, all of them were amazed. Wu Da was naturally happy when he saw his brother, and he wanted to set up wine and invite the neighbors to dinner, and a lot of miscellaneous things disturbed him, and Wang Po forgot about it a little.

It's just that in the small building next door, the Wuda couple couldn't find a living for this brother who went to the door but couldn't find a living, but they quarreled a lot, so that the neighbors couldn't stop.

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The ordinary life of ordinary people is like this, facing a thousand years forward, facing a thousand years later, there will not be much change.

On this day, Wang Po was still making tea in the tea bureau, and thunder rumbled in the sky, and then it was lightning that seemed to tear the sky, crossing the sky and occupying people's field of vision.

Even Wang Po felt that she had never seen such an amazing scene, and couldn't help but whisper a few words of Buddha.

After the lightning, there was naturally rain, but after such thunder and lightning, only a light rain fell.

The rain was dripping, leaving a rain line on the eaves, and the sound of the rain was even more like crying, which made the old woman feel a little sad.

In such a melancholy, Wang Po was not in the mood to open a store, so she simply walked out of the tea bureau and prepared to take off the signboard to rest.

But when she walked to the door of the small teahouse, she saw that under the gray wall opposite the small teahouse, there was a black-faced man covered in blood at some point.

The man was dressed in a short beat, his legs were open, and his black face was already a little blue from excessive blood loss—there was a terrible wound between his chest and abdomen, and his clothes were shredded and flesh and blood.

The bones have been exposed, and the internal organs have come out.

With such an injury, I am afraid that the gods will not be able to save them even if they go down to earth, but Wang Po can't think of anything else at the moment, she just screams fiercely:

"Come on! There are dead people here!"