The monk of the three precepts has already guessed that Meng Huan is the boiling Mai killing god that has been passed down for the past year. Legend has it that this man and a man in white extinguished the holy flames of dozens of cities, and even a blue flame city was extinguished not long ago.

This person is not far from death! Thinking of him as a monk with three precepts, the second precept is "precepts have treasures and do not take them", which is quite notorious in Yanyang country. But he is only a treasurer, and he will not kill unless he is forced to do so.

"It's a pity, if I didn't drink their wine, I would have been able to take away their treasures, and I would have saved these treasures from wasting in the hands of the Yan Yang!" Sanjie monk frowned, he also had principles, and if he drank other people's wine, he would not be able to take away other people's treasures, "Otherwise, I will wait for their treasures to be taken away, and then take them back, which will not hinder my principles." ”

Although they wanted their treasures, the warning should still be a warning, and the monk of the three precepts was disciplined, so he said to Meng Huan: "The donor's eyebrows are entangled with calamity, and I am afraid that there will be a disaster of blood and light!"

"Then monk, who caused this bloody disaster? I don't know, or is it you, master?"

Meng Huan said that he was squeezing, he thought that this monk wanted to do it, Tie Luosha was also on guard, and the fan was in his hand, as long as Sanjie dared to make a move, his fan would never spare people.

"The donor misunderstood, the poor monk drank the donor's wine, how could he take the initiative to give the donor, as long as the donor treats me with sincerity, I will treat the donor with sincerity. ”

Tie Luosha couldn't see the reality of this monk, and would rather believe it than believe it, so he couldn't help but ask the monk of the three precepts.

"Dare to ask the Master of the Three Rings, is there a way to solve this bloody calamity?"

Sanjie shook the wine jug and said, "The poor monk's biggest hobby is drinking, but this wine is not often available, alas, ......"

Meng Huan almost laughed, if he wanted wine, he would want wine, and he would say it so high-soundingly, and even intimidated him.

Tie Luosha was in a hurry, Meng Huan didn't believe that anyone could measure his life, but Tie Luosha was different, he didn't know that Meng Huan was not a native of the Westward Journey World, he just thought that the Sanjie monk had seen something. Fate is impermanent, how can a Dharma Buddha cultivator see it? Meng Huan is even worse, maybe Da Luo Jinxian may not be able to see through Meng Huan's origin.

"Master of the Three Rings likes wine?

"Naturally, I have heard that there are two kinds of good wine in the Rakshasa Kingdom, one is blood wine, and the other is dark wine. The blood wine is made from the Rakshasa blood rain, and the dark wine is even rarer, it is the fishy wind when the blood rain is removed, the material is extremely rare, and it must be fused with a supreme killing intent to make it, and there are no more than three people in the Rakshasa country who can make this wine. ”

He is like Bai Xiaosheng, who has tasted all the fine wine in the world. Unlike Meng Huan, when he heard the wine, he thought it was the wine used to sacrifice his ancestors.

"Wait, you said you have a dark wine?" The Sanjie monk was excited, and stepped in front of Tie Luosha, to grab his shoulder.

Tie Luosha was only forging his bones and cultivating at this time, how could he dodge, and subconsciously wanted to send this person a ride with a banana fan.

Meng Huan frowned slightly, and secretly said how could this person be so ignorant, and with one punch, he condensed the earth qi within a radius of dozens of miles and blasted into Sanjie's lower abdomen.

The Sanjie monk's attention was not on Meng Huan, and when he reacted, he only felt a huge force attacking his lower abdomen. He could only use the law to resist, but it was still too late, and this force was like a mountain range crashing, knocking him upside down and flying a mile away.

Fortunately, the Sanjie monk manifested in time, and Meng Huan didn't have to use all his strength, otherwise Sanjie's life would not be guaranteed.

"Oh, it's the poor monk who has lost his temper!" The shabby monk's robe on the Sanjie monk was undamaged, and he rushed back in an instant.

Tie Luosha looked at it, hid behind Meng Huan, raised the banana fan in his hand, and wanted to give Sanjie a shot. At this time, his cultivation is improved, and the power of using magic weapons is not the same, if the three precepts are fanned, it is estimated that he will come on a trip that says go.

If it weren't for his best friend's calamity being seen by him, Tie Luosha would not hesitate.

"Don't do it, it's the poor monk who listens to such a fine wine, and it is inevitable that he will lose his temper. Sanjie bowed, with an apologetic face, and it seemed that wine was his lifeblood.

"I haven't brought that wine, you should know that I have two kinds of wine, blood wine refining body, and spiritual wine enlightenment, my cultivation is not high at this time, and I don't need that kind of wine. He looked at Sanjie and said, "Why don't you talk about how this blood-light disaster can be resolved, how about I give you a pot of dark wine?"

The monk of the three precepts is not stupid, the person who can have the wine is absolutely extraordinary, if he goes with the other party to get it, isn't life and death in the hands of the other party?

"Yes, but you have to bring the wine, and I can't take it with you. ”

"No, I don't believe you can see through my life!"

Meng Huan originally wanted to see what this monk was capable of, to be able to know the future and assert that he was in the bloody calamity, but he seemed to be just guessing out of thin air.

Sanjie was in a hurry, he originally wanted to warn Meng Huan and let him leave Yanyang, but he was a drunkard and made a greedy mistake, so he wanted to cheat the pot to drink.

"My Buddha is above, and it is the poor monk who is greedy. Don't blame the donor, the poor monk has not yet arrived. Although the poor monk does not abstain from greed, but the donor invites me to drink, I can't treat the donor like this. ”

He folded his hands and recited not Amitabha Buddha, but my Buddha, Meng Huan had to wonder if he was a fake monk, because Meng Huan also found that Sanjie did not have a reverence for the Buddha and seemed to respect only himself.

"The donor has committed too many killing precepts in the past year, and has extinguished countless holy fires, which has touched the bottom line of some strong people, and please leave the hot sun quickly, otherwise the disaster of blood and light will inevitably come true, and it is definitely not made up by poor monks. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, without waiting for Meng Huan to respond, he stepped on a wonderful footwork and disappeared from Meng Huan's sight in an instant.

"Well, let's leave!"

"He lied to us, how can a wine and meat monk who has not yet attained the status of salmon fruit see my fate. But there's a chance he's right, and we might want to leave. ”

When Tie Luosha heard that Sanjie couldn't measure the heavenly opportunity, she was a little unwilling, so she said, "Why don't we stay for a few more days?"

Meng Huan turned his head, trying to persuade him to give up his obsession, but the two of them were terrified for the past year, and they didn't have a day of peace of mind, all supported by Tie Luosha's belief.

After a year of tempering, Tie Luosha has felt her powerlessness, but she has always held a glimmer of hope in her heart.

Looking at Tie Luosha's firm eyes, Meng Huan's heart was touched, and he still agreed to come down and stay with him for a few more days.

Tie Luosha was happy in his heart, if it wasn't for Meng Huan's help, he would have died in a foreign country. This time Meng Huan agreed, he had strength in his heart again, and at the same time, there was still a trace of worry in his heart, the words of the monk of the three precepts were like a thorn in his heart.

"Hmph!" Maruko has not hid in Meng Huan's purple mansion for a year, and has been staying in Meng Huan's arms, whenever Meng Huan talks to Tie Luosha, he always has to speak out and show off his presence.

Meng Huan touched the pill, smiled, and took out a piece of jade, without much fear in his heart.