Whenever and wherever you encounter something strange, you will always have two feelings – doubt and fear. The old monk in front of him no longer had a few teeth in his mouth, but he smiled so carefree, yes, how could a monk be sad? The old monk was not worried, but his stomach was worried, and it seemed that the monk was still worried about things again, and the scream of his stomach was not much worse than his laughter.

Feng Yu and Hong Hanming were both puzzled, but knowing that this old monk's martial arts were not shallow, they gave birth to another emotion - fear.

The old monk still smiled: "Do you have noodles or not, you look at this table, there are only some big fish and meat, just put it in front of me, the old monk, don't you think it's a little cruel?"

Feng Yu didn't understand: "It's obvious that you sat on it yourself, and no one forced you, why is it cruel?"

Hong Hanming just closed his mouth and looked at this old monk, wanting to see through him, how easy is it to talk about?

The old monk seemed to be a little unhappy when he heard Feng Yu say this, and with a pout, he actually took chopsticks and knocked on the bowl, and muttered while knocking on his mouth: "Noodles, noodles, noodles!"

Feng Yu sneered: "It's really interesting, the monk doesn't knock the wooden fish to knock the rice bowl, he doesn't recite the noodles of Amitabha Buddha, he lives like a begging for food!"

Hong Hanming wanted to stop him, but who knew that Feng Yu's mouth was too fast, and the old monk was naturally very unhappy when he heard it! He stopped the chopsticks in his hand, closed his mouth, glared at Feng Yu and said: "You young doll, you don't know how thick the sky is! If you don't give noodles, I'll invite you to eat chopsticks!"

Before the words fell, the old monk's old hand was the same, the chopsticks in his hand were more urgent than the arrows shot, a cold light flashed, the chopsticks were broken into two sections, the old monk looked at it, and said with a smile: "Not bad, this hibiscus golden needle is really good, girl, who taught you this kung fu?"

The old monk looked upstairs, and upstairs stood Sun Qiao'er smiling: "Why do people have to ask who they learned it from when they see my hibiscus golden needle?

Feng Yu took a long breath, if Sun Qiao'er was a step late, he would be pierced through his head by that chopstick, not only him, but also Hong Hanming, who couldn't stop him.

The old monk smiled: "Hey, it's good!

Sun Qiao'er chuckled: "How can a monk call someone a girl? You are also a strange monk!"

Sun Qiao'er came downstairs while laughing, Qi Ying'er stood at the door of Li Yuanchen's room and watched, smiled and went in again.

The old monk watched Sun Qiao'er sit in front of him step by step, showing his few remaining teeth: "You said that I am also a strange monk, did you meet a strange monk before?"

Sun Qiao'er said: "Yes, it's just that that strange monk has a better heart than you, looks better than you, and is younger than you!"

The old monk said, "You say I have a bad heart?"

Sun Qiao'er said: "If it's not bad, how can you kill people with chopsticks?"

The old monk said: "He wants to kill me in front, I want to kill him in the back!"

When Feng Yu heard this, he said angrily: "You said I want to kill you, when am I going to kill you?"

The old monk also stood up and argued with him: "If you don't give me noodles, I'm dying of hunger! Aren't you going to kill me?"

Feng Yu said: "You!" He really has no way to deal with this old monk, an old monk who is both eccentric and vexatious!

Hong Hanming saw that this old monk had such a strange personality, he was either an old-timer or a madman, but now it seems that the former may be much older!

Sun Qiao'er smiled: "Old monk, don't worry, I'll give you noodles to eat, okay?"

When the old monk heard this, he was overjoyed: "Okay, good, I want ten bowls of noodles!"

The old monk really finished eating ten bowls, and there was not even a drop of soup left, and the bottom of the bowl was bare, and he could look in the mirror.

After he finished eating, he burped: "Okay, good, good girl! You have good kung fu and good heart!"

Sun Qiao'er smiled: "It turns out that you can also praise people!"

The old monk said: "Why don't I praise people? I will praise whoever is good to me!" He covered his mouth with his right hand and whispered to Sun Qiao'er: "Those two are not good boys! You can't marry them!"

Sun Qiao'er blushed when she heard this: "You monk, you have to take care of other people's affairs when you eat other people's food! I have a sweetheart, not them!"

These two people are talking one by one, but they don't pay attention to Hong Hanming Heer Fengyu next to them, and these two people are also flushed when they hear it.

Hong Hanming took a step forward and made a gesture: "Senior, I was offended a lot just now, and I hope that..."

Before he could finish speaking, the old monk interrupted him: "It's offended, but my old monk is not a vexatious person! Since you have made amends, I am not at ease, if you want to ask who I am, I will never tell you!"

Feng Yu was indignant when he saw that the old monk had poured cold water on Hong Hanming, but he didn't dare to make more of it when he thought of the thrilling scene just now. Hong Hanming naturally didn't dare to say anything, just nodded, and went upstairs with Feng Yu.

The old monk snorted lightly, and said to Sun Qiao'er, "Who is your sweetheart?"

Sun Qiao'er snorted: "I won't tell you!"

The old monk said, "Why didn't you tell me? Why didn't you tell me? You invited me to eat noodles!"

Sun Qiao'er said: "I don't even know who you are, I just gave you a few bowls of noodles, why do I want to tell you who my sweetheart is?"

The old monk pointed to his nose and smiled: "You also want to know who I am, right, old monk, I'm not stupid, I won't fall for you, if you don't say it, I know who it is, it's the kid who peeked at the upstairs door just now!"

Sun Qiao'er snorted, but ignored him, and the old monk said again: "Isn't it?"

Sun Qiao'er still ignored him, the old monk rubbed his nails, picked the dirt in his nails, and then looked up at Sun Qiao'er, seeing that Sun Qiao'er didn't look at him, he was a little anxious, but his temper was also stubborn, and he would not admit defeat easily. He scratched his bare head with his freshly cleaned hands, then picked up the bowl with the noodles and looked at it as if he were looking in the mirror.

And Sun Qiao'er still pursed her delicate red lips.

The old monk glanced at her, and finally couldn't help but say, "You girl, you are really worse than my old monk." I'll tell you, the old man has no precepts!"

Sun Qiao'er raised her chin slightly, looked at this old monk, and thought that she had never heard of this old monk.

When the old monk saw it, he hurriedly said: "Hey, a lonely little girl, you haven't heard of my name?"

At this time, Hong Hanming suddenly appeared from the staircase, jumped down the stairs in three steps, knelt down in front of the old monk without precepts, and kowtowed: "I didn't expect it to be the master of Wutai Mountain, the younger generation has eyes and no beads, so I offended the master, and I hope the seniors don't take it to heart." ”

Sun Qiao'er was frightened by Hong Hanming's move, this old monk is so powerful?

The unprecepted old monk smacked his lips and said, "Hehehe, although you kid is reckless, you have some wisdom, so I won't bother with you." Get up, get up!"

"Master Xie!" Hong Hanming stood up and said, "Senior, I have always heard my father say that you are concentrating on cultivation in Wutai Mountain, and you don't ask about ordinary things, I don't know why you came here today?"

Wujie said: "Hey, don't mention it, it's all my little nephew! Chuanshu has to let me do me a favor, he has been eccentric since he was a child, but he has a fight with me, an old monk, haha, how can I refuse?"

Sun Qiao'er asked, "Help, who's busy?"

Wujie scratched his head and thought about it, and said, "Who's busy?" It seems to be a person named Qi Ying'er. ”

Sun Qiao'er was stunned, nodded unpretentiously and said to Hong Hanming: "You can't be Qi Ying'er!"

Hong Hanming said: "No, no, Brother Qi is upstairs." ”

Wujie asked, "Then who are you?"

Hong Hanming said: "The younger generation Hong Hanming, my father is Hong Quanchang, the leader of the Wanjun Gang. ”

Wujie muttered: "Sign up, just sign up, I didn't ask you who Lao Tzu is, it's redundant!"

Hong Hanming looked embarrassed, and said without a ring: "Call the surname Qi down." I don't know to whom he gave the order.

Qi Ying'er had already walked down the stairs and saluted Wujie, Wujie looked at it, and said happily: "Aren't you the kid who peeked upstairs just now!" Wujie glanced at Sun Qiao'er quietly, and Sun Qiao'er's face was full of red clouds.

Qi Ying'er said: "Master." ”

Wujie said: "You are Qi Ying'er?"

Qi Ying'er nodded yes, and said without ring: "It seems that my nephew is quite good at making friends!"

Sun Qiao'er woke up like a dream and screamed, Wujie was startled, and scolded: "You girl, what a loud voice!"

Sun Qiao'er said happily: "Are you an empty uncle?"

Wujie shook his head: "It's not Uncle Shi, it's Uncle Shi!"

Sun Qiao'er said: "Then you are the senior brother of Master Wubei?"

Wujie muttered: "Isn't this nonsense? Why is my junior brother's name always louder than mine? Even a little girl knows that he doesn't know me!"

Sun Qiao'er saw that his temper was like that of a child, and couldn't help but say happily: "Aren't your monks all empty, why do you still care about reputation?"

Wujie said: "Don't you know that my Dharma name is no precepts?

Sun Qiao'er said: "That means you can also drink wine and eat meat to marry a daughter-in-law?"

Wujie glared at him and said, "Monk, I don't like to drink or eat meat, I hate women the most!"

Sun Qiao'er giggled, ignored her without ring, and continued to look at Qi Ying'er, Qi Ying'er was a little uncomfortable by his eyes, and the old monk suddenly asked, "Who is your father?"

Qi Ying'er was stunned for a moment, but did not answer. Hong Hanming thought secretly on the side: "If others don't say it, you still ask, and when others say it, you still blame me." ”

Wujie saw Hong Hanming's careful thoughts, so he snorted and asked again: "What is your father's name?"

Qi Ying'er said: "My father is Qi Feng." ”

Wujie laughed and said, "Okay, good, what a good boy?"

Qi Ying'er asked, "Does the master recognize my father?"

Wujie narrowed his eyes, and said with a pretentious look: "I'll tell you when the time comes." ”

Sun Qiao'er said: "You monk, if you know you, you don't know if you don't know, why do you sell so many guanzi?"

Wujie turned his head and grimaced at Sun Qiao'er: "Old monk, I just don't want to say, what can you do with me?"

Sun Qiao'er was so angry that her face was flushed, and Qi Ying'er said: "Since the master said that the time has not come, then I have to wait for the time." ”

Wujie smiled: "That's right!"

Qi Ying'er asked, "Master, why did Sora ask you to help us?"

Wujie said, "You want to save people, right?" You still have to save people from the old demon of Nangong, right?"

Qi Ying'er nodded, and said without ring: "Do you know how powerful he is, even your father wouldn't dare to go against him easily!"

Hong Hanming also nodded, and said without warning: "But why are you here? Could it be that the Wanjun Gang is also going to attack the White Crane Gang? This is big news on the rivers and lakes! If you don't make a big wave on the rivers and lakes!"

Sun Qiao'er snorted coldly: "Looking at your appearance, I can't wait for something big to happen!"

Wujie said: "Talky! I don't talk to you girl!"

Hong Hanming explained the cause and effect like Wujie, and said with a smile: "I see, no wonder you have become a gang, I heard my nephew talk about Qi Ying'er and your Wanjun Gang before It seems that there is still something to do, it seems that there is no problem now, and they are still joining forces, which is really wonderful!"

Wujie continued: "My nephew asked me to help you, for the old demon of Nangong, not only is there a cloud of masters, but this group of karma is originally a bad stomach, give you a set, and you will be finished." Second, this kid investigated and dealt with the karma of the three people who robbed the owner of Jingzhuang!"

Qi Ying'er asked, "Who are they?"

Wujie said: "It's all a few monsters! Meng Po, impermanence ghosts, and one is called a torture son." ”

Hong Hanming was shocked: "Did Meng Po originally work for Nangong He?"

Wujie shook his head and said, "I don't know about this, but like things gather, what is there to be surprised that a group of demons and monsters are together?"

Sun Qiao'er muttered: "Meng Po, Meng Po." ”

Hong Hanming said: "I sent Uncle Jiang to find Meng Po to rescue Li Yuanchen, what should he do if something happens to him?"

Wujie picked up the empty bowl and looked at it again, and said, "Don't worry! I met Jiang Chuanhai on the way, so I told him not to look for it, but I will go and ask him to find another person, who will become our helper in the future, you can rest assured, little helper." ”

Hong Hanming was a little ashamed when he heard Wujie call himself like this, so he said, "Then when will we meet Uncle Jiang?"

Qi Ying'er said: "Master Nature, you come here to help me and wait, just ask Master you to be our leader, we are all at your command, Brother Hong, what do you think?"

Hong Hanming said: "I have this intention, I am willing to listen to the master's orders!"

Wujie laughed and said, "Okay, okay, listen to me, bring me a few more bowls of noodles!"

Qi Ying'er and Hong Hanming looked at each other, and Sun Qiao'er said, "Why are you hungry again? Didn't you just finish eating ten bowls?"

Wujie put down the bowl in his hand and said, "Isn't it hard for me to say so much? Since you both said to listen to me, then quickly bring me some, and when I am full, I will tell you how to save people!"

The mountain is high and the road is far away, the lake reflects the sky, and the sky is clear, if it is not for the hurry, Jiang Chuanhai really wants to sit under the big tree and enjoy this spring.

Since he said goodbye to Hong Hanming and left Huang'an Town, he immediately spread the news and visited Meng Po's whereabouts all the way. When he was walking on a line of heaven surrounded by mountains on both sides, he met a monk who came to him.

Jiang Chuanhai felt that this monk had profound internal skills, and he must not be an ordinary monk, he tensed the muscles of his arm, held the sword at his waist, and the two approached step by step.

The monk was six feet tall, and the smile on his face added a lot of his mysterious feeling, Jiang Chuanhai felt that this monk's aura was getting stronger and stronger, and he had never given birth to this feeling, and immediately knew that he was by no means the opponent of this monk. When there were still seven or eight steps away from the monk, Jiang Chuanhai suddenly arched his hand and said, "Dare to ask which senior is ahead?"

The monk smiled and said: "Donor, you are too murderous, you just looked in the mirror, you yourself frightened yourself, I dare to say that the sword on the waist of the donor was not a murderer when he first entered the rivers and lakes, but at this moment it has become a magic sword that kills countless people, it is by your side one day, and your demons will be aggravated!"

Jiang Chuanhai was stunned, knelt on the ground, and said, "Master, who are you sacred, who can see my inner demon at a glance?"

The monk smiled: "I can't see through your demons, I said, just now it was like looking in a mirror, you just saw yourself from me, so it was you who told me your demons, and it was you who saw through yourself." ”

Jiang Chuanhai looked at his hands and said, "Since I entered the rivers and lakes, I have been constantly killing people, and my hands have long been stained with blood!"

The monk said, "Amitabha, have you ever regretted killing those people?"

Jiang Chuanhai said: "No regrets!"

The monk smiled: "You have done so many killings, and you don't regret it?"

Jiang Chuanhai said: "If I don't kill them, they will kill me?

The monk said, "Since you don't regret it, why do you care about your blood-stained hands?"

Jiang Chuanhai stopped talking, he just stared at his hands, why did I kill people? Why do I care about these hands? Is this a murderous hand?

The sound of birdsong came from the hollow valley, and he came to his senses, "It's not a hand!

The monk was gone, and the monk's voice came from the hollow valley: "Whether it's a hand or a sword, the devil is born from the heart, and the heart is destroyed!"

Jiang Chuanhai stood up and shouted to the sky, "Master, where should I go?"

"You can go on, you will meet someone who is destined!"

Jiang Chuanhai took off the sword at his waist, inserted the sword into the mountain stone, and strode forward, his steps became brisk, his body became light, and his iron-like face showed a smile for the first time, a smile that he had not seen for a long time.

The sky was already dark, the moon hung in the night sky, Jiang Chuanhai walked for a long time and found a thatched house. There was no one in the thatched hut, but it was well furnished. Jiang Chuanhai wanted to wait outside the thatched hut for the owner of the thatched hut to come back, and was discussing with him to borrow a night, but after a long time, no one returned.

"It seems that I won't come, I'll borrow it for one night first, and I'll keep the money, and I'll treat it as a stay. ”

Jiang Chuanhai entered the thatched hut again, he lit a candle, and a piece of paper appeared on the smooth table, and there were still some words on the paper. Jiang Chuanhai was immediately surprised, "I didn't see this piece of paper just now, and I didn't see anyone approaching this sword grass house, how could a piece of paper come out of thin air?" Could it be that I was dazzled?"

Jiang Chuanhai picked up the piece of paper, and by the candlelight, he could see clearly that the words on it were written, and this piece of paper was specially reserved for himself!