In the noisy market of Lin'an City, a monk in tattered clothes and a snow-white armed spirit ape immediately attracted the attention of a group of pedestrians.

"Hahaha, Master Daoji, why did you sneak out of the Lingyin Temple again, and this time you brought a cute little monkey. ”

Under the watchful eye of the onlookers, several children ran over to tease the white ape with a cheerful face.

Li Xiuyuan shook the broken fan in his hand, laughing from the sidelines, and Yuan Hong cried a few times at the monk Daoji with an unhappy face, it broke free from the clutches of the group of children, and ran forward desperately.

When this monk and ape finally got rid of the entanglement of a group of children, they found that a Taoist in Tsing Yi was following them in a hurry.

The Tsing Yi Daoist was about forty years old, with a handsome and sparse face, a short mustache on his chin, a cyan robe, and a red gold long sword behind his back, which looked very extraordinary.

However, Li Xiuyuan did not perceive any aura fluctuations from this Tsing Yi Dao man, in this case, either this Tsing Yi Dao Man was a mortal who had no cultivation, or this Dao person's cultivation was far superior to him.

"This Taoist friend has something to do, why did he follow the poor monk all the way here?" Li Xiuyuan paused, turned back to the Taoist in Tsing Yi and asked curiously.

"Oh, it's not a big deal, the poor Dao was attracted by this blood-colored cloud above the head of the Daoist. ”

The Taoist in Tsing Yi walked slowly and pointed at the top of Li Xiuyuan's head.

"Eh, Daoyou mean to say that you saw at a glance that the poor monk Yintang was black, and there was a fear that there would be a bloody disaster, so you came to the rescue?" Li Xiuyuan couldn't help but laugh dumbly.

I didn't expect that this Tsing Yi Taoist who looks like a fairy wind and bones is actually a charlatan who pretends to be a god and a ghost, but Buddhism is a family, even if you deceive, you shouldn't deceive the poor monk, right?

The Taoist in Tsing Yi first glanced at him with a strange expression, and then shook his head solemnly and said: "No, Daoist friends didn't hear what Poor Dao said before, what Poor Dao just said is a catastrophe, not a disaster, and a disaster can be resolved by others, but the catastrophe must be experienced in person." ”

It's all messy, it's a disaster and a catastrophe, but it sounds so bad.

Li Xiuyuan was stunned by the Taoist in Tsing Yi, and couldn't help but put away his contempt, and hurriedly asked respectfully: "Poor monk Lingyin Temple Daoji, dare to ask the name of the Taoist friend?"

"The common name of the poor road is Lu Yan, and the road number is pure Yangzi. The Taoist in Tsing Yi replied lightly.

"What, it's actually Lu Dongbin, one of the Eight Immortals of Stalagmite Mountain, a pure yang real person?"

As soon as he heard the name of Pure Yang Zi Lu Yan, Li Xiuyuan's face immediately changed greatly, and he said in surprise.

"Hey, Master Daoji recognizes the poor Dao? The Eight Immortals of Stalagmite Mountain, hehe, the name of the majesty. However, Master Dao Ji is indeed very powerful, and he even knows about the fact that Poor Dao and his seven immortal friends are now gathering in Shilagmite Mountain to retreat. Lu Dongbin looked at Li Xiuyuan with admiration.

Counting all the heavenly opportunities, is this the reason why this Daoji master has such a large cloud of calamity on his head? I can't imagine that the reincarnation of the Dragon Descending Arhat is as proficient in the way of magic as the fifth senior brother Zhang Guo, and I don't know if he has calculated the purpose of the poor Dao coming to him this time?

Li Xiuyuan's heart moved, and then he remembered that many people and things in this life are very different from those in his previous life, and at this time, I am afraid that the eight people of Lu Dongbin on Stalagmite Mountain have not yet become immortals.

"Hehe, since the Pure Yangzi Daoist said that the poor monk is now about to come to the catastrophe, I don't know if you have a way to resolve it?"

Li Xiuyuan confirmed that the person in front of him was Lu Chunyang from the rumors in his previous life, and his expression suddenly became more respectful.

"Don't say that there is no way to solve the poor Dao, even if there is, Taoist friends should not use it lightly. Lu Dongbin shook his head when he heard this, and explained: "I said before that the poor road may be solved, and the disaster needs to be experienced. If the Taoist wants to avoid the calamity, then the calamity that will follow will follow. ”

"I see!" Li Xiuyuan knew in his heart, and asked cautiously: "Then I don't know if the pure Yangzi Daoist knows what this calamity is that will happen to the poor monk, and when will it happen?"

Lu Dongbin replied to him with a serious face: The secret of heaven must not be revealed.

Puff puff.

Hearing Lu Dongbin's words, Li Xiuyuan suddenly spit out a mouthful of old blood in his heart.

You don't know what it is, you don't know when it happened, and it can't be resolved, so why tell me?

Isn't that a blockage?

"Hehe, it's noon, the poor Dao wants to go to Fengle Lou to feast and drink, do you want to go with the pure yang Daoists?"

Li Xiuyuan smiled bitterly in his heart, and hurriedly sent an invitation to this future Upper Eight Cave True Immortal.

"Hehe, it's rare to meet a fellow Taoist like Daoyou, and the poor Dao is naturally willing to go together. ”

Lu Dong Binlang replied with a smile, and his eyes turned to the white ape with arms that had been following closely behind Li Xiuyuan.

After seeing the heels of this braced white ape, Lu Chunyang couldn't help but be shocked in his heart: Hey, it is actually one of the four monkeys in the mixed world, it is rumored that the brachial ape is a creature outside the six realms, and the brachial ape that has cultivated to the extreme can take the sun and the moon, shrink thousands of mountains, distinguish the blame, and make fun of it. It's just that how could it be mixed with the reincarnated body of the Dragon Descending Arhat?

For the next half a month, Lu Dongbin stayed with Li Xiuyuan and Tongjian White Ape every day.

This monk, a combination of a Taoist priest and a white ape wanders around the east and west of Lin'an City every day, which has long become a wonder, and because Li Xiuyuan is called Jidian by the people in the city, the Taoist Lu Dongbin, who is with him, also has the nickname of a crazy Taoist.

A monk is a monk, a crazy and a upside down, but it is also commensurate.

Li Xiuyuan and Lu Dongbin took the white ape to Fengle Building as before. The second floor is very empty, only one table sits three people, a sixty-year-old Confucian in the middle, looks very majestic, next to him sat two fourteen or fifteen-year-old boys, one is tall in gray Confucian clothes, handsome in appearance, the other young man is wearing a green pine and bamboo pattern shirt, he is slender, beautiful in appearance, and a pair of eyes are very smart.

After Li Xiuyuan and Lu Dongbin sat down in the restaurant, they didn't care about the three people opposite.

From the window position on the second floor of Fengle Building, you can just see the mountain scenery on the West Lake.

After seeing Li Xiuyuan and Lu Dongbin ordering a table full of wine and food, the green-shirted young man's eyes straightened, and he suddenly said with dissatisfaction: "Shouldn't a monk be a monk with six pure roots?

His voice was not small, as if he deliberately said it to Li Xiuyuan.

was targeted again, this pure Yangzi is also a monk, why don't you talk about him, alas, he will only judge people by his appearance!

Li Xiuyuan was secretly unhappy in his heart.

"Yingtai, don't be rude, hehe, Fang Cai Yingtai's words are offensive, please forgive me!" the gray-clothed young man stood up and said politely to Li Xiuyuan.

"It's okay!" Li Xiuyuan waved his hand, he swallowed a piece of meat, drank a sip of wine, and then smiled at the young man named Yingtai: "The donor doesn't know that the Buddhist precepts prohibit alcohol and meat, but he is afraid that the disciples of Buddhism will not have enough concentration, and as soon as they get caught in the meat, they will indulge in the desire of the stomach." And the poor monk has attained Zen mind, and he will no longer be obsessed with material desires. As the so-called wine and meat pass through the intestines, the Buddha left in his heart. If the world learns from me, it will be like entering the devil's way. ”

"Wine and meat through the intestines, the Buddha left in his heart, this words have a great sense of Zen, and I have been taught. The gray-clothed young man smiled humbly.

"Hmph, where did the Zen come from, it's just an excuse for him to drink and eat meat!" said the green-shirted young man with an unconvinced face.

He would not be deceived by the monk's seemingly profound words.

Li Xiuyuan didn't argue with him, and immediately turned his head to drink with Lu Dongbin.

Lu Dongbin is good at drinking, Li Xiuyuan is also addicted to alcohol, the two naturally fell in love at first sight, met and hated late, and both of them are knowledgeable people, Lu Dongbin is proficient in Confucianism and Taoism, and Li Xiuyuan studied in Ruixia Cave in Chicheng Mountain in his childhood, and was influenced by Taoism and Confucianism, and later entered the Zen door.

The sixty-year-old Confucian at the opposite table listened to the conversation between Lu Dongbin and Li Xiuyuan, sometimes silently bowing his head, sometimes shaking his head and sighing, and sometimes frowning and falling into deep thought, while the gray-clothed Confucian and the green-shirted boy had already been shocked by Li Lu's whimsy.

"What a master of the world!" the gray-clothed Confucian admired.

The green-shirted young man looked at Li Xiuyuan, who was in tattered clothes, with a complicated expression, biting his lip lightly, unable to speak.

"Hahaha, happy, really happy, Dao friendly drink, poor Dao hasn't drunk so happily for a long time!" Lu Dongbin drank dozens of bowls of turbid wine one after another, and then picked up a piece of dog meat, and sighed: "Wonderful, but I didn't expect this dog meat to have such a taste, I can't wait to know Daoyou for thirty years!"

"Hahaha, what the pure yang Taoist said is false, the poor monk was not born thirty years ago!" Li Xiuyuan couldn't help but stroke his palms and laughed: "Hehe, the wine is less than a thousand cups of confidants, if the Taoist friend likes it, he will stay in Lin'an City, and for the next thirty years, the poor monk will invite the Taoist friend to drink three hundred cups of it every day." ”

"Big brother, didn't you say that you had wasted thirty-four years before, just one year older than me, how can you say that you are less than thirty now, hahaha, big brother, you are drunk, can I drink again, drink again?" Yuan Hong on the side asked Li Xiuyuan drunkenly, and then collapsed from the wine table to the ground. Yuan Hong's alcohol consumption was naturally shallower than that of Li Xiuyuan and Lu Dongbin, and after drinking more than 200 glasses, he was drunk.

Fortunately, the drunken words it said in the hazy were vague and inaudible, and it couldn't be heard as human language, otherwise it would definitely startle the three people opposite.

"The old man is Lu Fangweng, the head of Chongqi Academy, these are the two protégés of the old man, Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai. The old man has been listening to the conversation between the two of them for a long time, and he is fascinated by it, I wonder if the old man can have the honor to learn from the two of them?"

The sixty-year-old man walked over with a gray-clothed Confucian and a green-shirted boy.

"Hehe, it turned out to be the mountain chief and high disciple of Chongqi Academy, the poor monk had heard the name of Chongqi Academy for a long time, but he didn't expect to be lucky enough to meet Lu Shanchang today. Poor monk Lingyin Temple Daoji, this is the chief of the pure Yangzi of Shilagmite Mountain, alias Huidao, Lu Shan Chang, please. The two little donors are also invited!" Li Xiuyuan stood up and said with a smile.

"Thank you, master!" Lu Fangweng took a seat, but Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai did not sit down, but only bowed down and stood behind Lu Fangweng.

Li Xiuyuan and Lu Chunyang didn't care either.

This Lu Shanchang is also a great Confucian, who was an official in the military department of the imperial court, and later did not resent the actions of the court, so he returned to his hometown and came to the Chongqi Academy outside Lin'an City as a mountain chief.

With the addition of Lu Fangweng, the three of them were even more pleasant to talk about.

The more the wine was drunk, the more enjoyable it became, and when it reached the bustle, Li Xiuyuan couldn't help but hit the bowl with a chopstick, stripped and sang: "You don't see, the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky, and it flows to the sea and never returns." You don't see it, Gao Tang Mingjing is sad and white-haired, and the morning is like green silk turning into snow at dusk. Life must be happy, don't make the gold bottle empty to the moon. I am born to be useful, and my daughter will come back when I am gone. Cooking sheep and slaughtering cattle for pleasure will require 300 cups of drink. Lu Shanchang, the Taoist of the Tao, will enter the wine, and you will not stop. A song with you, please listen to it for me. The bells and drums are not expensive enough, but I hope that I will not wake up after being drunk for a long time. The ancient sages were all lonely, and only the drinker left his name. In the past, the king of Qin feasted peacefully, and fought wine for ten thousand years. What is the owner's words, he has to sell the right gentleman. Five-flowered horses, daughters and daughters, Hu'er will exchange for fine wine, and sell eternal sorrow with you. ”

"Good poem, really good poem, full of pen and ink, five tones, extraordinary weather, this poem has a Taoist atmosphere, poor Dao likes it very much!" Lu Dongbin laughed loudly.

"The love is extremely sad and indignant, and the words are extremely arrogant and calm. Both the text and the meaning have the momentum and power to shake the ancient and modern, and this poem can be passed down to the world!" Lu Fang Weng sighed.

"What a chic bearing, such a broad bosom, but such a man, how can he become a monk?" Zhu Yingtai said secretly in his heart.