The world was getting darker and darker, and the sharp and noisy sounds around him were getting quieter and quieter, and Li Fengyun felt that his sense of his surroundings was getting duller and duller, as if he was falling into a bottomless abyss.

"Am I just dead? Lao Tzu is so fucking unconvinced! Who am I?" The only trace of clarity on the altar suddenly flashed like a wick about to be extinguished, flashing a dazzling light. A fat monk with a familiar déjà vu appeared in that bright light.

"The great monk knows that you lazy boy, you will be lazy if no one is staring. Get out, if you don't get up, the big monk will pump your ass!"

"I'm tired! I want to rest!" Li Fengyun said subconsciously.

"Tired fart! Why didn't you say you were tired when you stole the big monk's dog meat and drank the great monk's wine? If you don't get up again, be careful that the big monk kicks out all your!"

Li Fengyun trembled, a spirit, his mind was much clearer, he felt a burst of fear in his heart, and suddenly a picture appeared in front of him. He seemed to be very reluctant to think about that picture. It was in a very familiar dilapidated hall, a fat monk was lying on the ground with his limbs outstretched, his fat belly was lying together, snoring like thunder, and the whole hall was full of alcohol.

Li Fengyun cautiously touched into the hall, took off a roasted dog's leg from the extinguished fire, bit it fiercely, and said something in his mouth: "Let you steal Lao Tzu's meat and eat it! Let you beat Lao Tzu like a pig's head!"

After three bites and two bites, the dog's leg was wiped out by half, Li Fengyun stopped, felt a little thirsty, and looked towards the waist of the big monk, who had a wine gourd tied around his waist.

If you don't do it, anyway, this fat monk may not remember how much wine he has left after waking up!

Thinking of this, Li Fengyun tiptoed to untie the rope around the waist of the big-headed monk to help the wine gourd, took the wine gourd, and pulled the cork.

It smells so good, it's much better than the cheapest wine you drink on weekdays.

didn't think much about it, Li Fengyun raised his neck, and took a big bite of "grunt". Good wine is good wine, Li Fengyun's eyes lit up, and the fragrance was mellow, many times more mellow than the best wine in the Lu Family Tavern. Li Fengyun felt that this was his life, and the best wine he drank was this pot, where did this fat monk get such a good wine?

"Who dares to steal the big monk's wine!" The big fat monk jumped up and stared at Li Fengyun with blood-red eyes, as if he didn't react.

Li Fengyun was startled, grabbed the dog meat and wanted to escape. In my impression, this fat monk seems to be very familiar to him, as if he is very beaten, he can carry it better than him, and when he fights, like a mad dog, it is better not to provoke.

As soon as he turned around, Li Fengyun suddenly felt his body light, and the big fat monk grabbed him by the neck and lifted him up.

"Put down the uncle, let go of the uncle, it's a big deal to return it to you, I only ate a few bites of dog meat, and I drank a sip of wine!" Li Fengyun felt weak.

Strange, when did this big fat monk become so powerful? Li Fengyun remembered something, it seemed that he was fighting with this fat monk, although he lost more and won less, although he was full of bags, the big fat monk couldn't get better, and he would also have a blue nose and swollen face.

"Just one sip?"

"Bang", Li Fengyun was thrown to the ground, and the wine gourd in his hand was also snatched away by the big fat monk.

After shaking the wine gourd, there was no sound, and the big fat monk turned the wine gourd upside down, and a drop of crystal wine flowed out of the gourd's mouth and fell to the ground.

Is it gone? Li Fengyun remembered that when he stole the wine gourd, there seemed to be a small half gourd wine in it, how could it be gone? Li Fengyun was completely dead.

"Probably...... Maybe Lao Tzu's bite is a little bigger!" Li Fengyun hurriedly explained.

Although it was very dark in the main hall, Li Fengyun had already felt the anger of the big fat monk, and he was on the verge of going berserk. Without thinking too much, Li Fengyun quickly got up and ran away.

"The monk's monkey brew!" There was a miserable cry of the big fat monk behind him, followed by a "whew", Li Fengyun felt that he was hit in the back by something, and he was smashed to the ground with a "bang", his head hit the bluestone threshold, and immediately swollen a bag the size of a pigeon's egg.

"Tell you to drink the monk's monkey brew! Tell you to eat the monk's dog meat! Tell you to drink only one sip! Is it easy for the great monk to make this pot of monkey brew, I ......?"

A lump of flesh pressed down, and a futon-sized fleshy palm pinched the back of his neck and pressed Li Fengyun to the ground, and a fist the size of a sea bowl fell on Li Fengyun's body like raindrops......

The mouth was full of wine, and Li Fengyun almost fainted.

This was the most shameful defeat in Li Fengyun's memory, from beginning to end, he was always pressed to the ground and beaten wildly, and he had no power to fight back. In the end, the reason why the big fat monk was willing to let him go was because Li Fengyun used his last trick and shocked the humanoid demon with an extremely powerful and cruel word: "Oops, oops, the bones are broken! Let go, let go! If you don't let go, I'm going to!"

......

After the beating, the big fat monk snatched the dog's leg from Li Fengyun's hand again, tore off a large piece of meat, didn't chew it twice, fell to the ground again, and fell asleep.

After that fat beating, Li Fengyun lay down for three days, and what was even more infuriating was that when the big fat monk saw him the next day, his face was full of surprise, and he asked: "Stinky boy, what's wrong? Who beat you like this, pitiful!"

From then on, Li Fengyun did not dare to approach the fat monk after he was drunk. If the waking fat monk is a mad dog when he fights, then the drunk fat monk is ...... Ten mad dogs. It's so scary that it makes people feel uneasy when they think about it.

This is an unbearable past, this is a dark history that should be dusty, for some reason, seeing the big fat monk again at this time, this history that Li Fengyun wants to forget very much has appeared in front of his eyes again.

"It's so ferocious! Who is this big fat monk, why was Lao Tzu beaten up like that by him, but he didn't have the slightest intention of hating him, but when he saw him, a feeling of great compassion welled up in his chest? When did Lao Tzu become so magnanimous?" Li Fengyun was surprised.

"Crazy monk, can you try it?" Unconsciously, Li Fengyun roared out.

It turns out that his name is Crazy Monk!

As he remembered the title of the big-headed monk, Li Fengyun remembered a lot of things, he remembered that the name of this crazy monk was Li Congren, no, that was his later name, his original name should be Duguren, and a fierce old woman named Grandma Sun used to have a leg, and he was once the commander of Qianniuwei in the Later Tang Dynasty, with strong martial arts, rare in the world, and he had helped himself countless times...... Finally, in the battle of the Hutuo River, he was seriously injured by Xiao Qirui, the Khitan national teacher at that time, and his heart was broken and he died.