Some people are still in the rivers and lakes, but the rivers and lakes have forgotten him. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoSome people have long left the rivers and lakes, but the rivers and lakes still have his legends.

Everything informs that Tanhualang is the latter kind of person. He always was. It was, it is, and it will always be.

The know-it-all believes that he himself is the former. What's more, he's been underground at Six Doors for ten years. Away from the rivers and lakes for a whole decade.

Now, he is just an ordinary old man who hopes to be able to keep bees and make honey well. The things on the rivers and lakes have long had nothing to do with him.

He left the six gates, just because he didn't want the rivers and lakes to find him again. Because he knows that although he is hidden under the six doors, there are not too few people who know about it. At least, the Son of Heaven knows. God knows, if he didn't leave, the Ninety-Five Venerable would not deliberately leak his whereabouts. Supreme's thoughts, even he can't guess it.

So he goes.

Out of the six doors, the jack-of-all-trades found out that he himself was the latter kind of person. At least half of the latter kind of people can be counted.

There must be people on the rivers and lakes who have forgotten him. But there are many people who find him.

They are all here to find out the news. Politely came to inquire about the news.

When he was eating, someone always paid for him early. When he stayed at the hotel, someone always paid for his room early. Even when he went out into the field to herd bees, there were people who came all the way to bring bundles of flowers to his beehives.

The people from Junzi Gate, Vientiane Gate and Miaozhen Palace were the first to find him. What they wanted to ask was who had done the six bloody crimes. Jack-of-all-trades didn't say. It's not that he doesn't want to say it, it's that he doesn't know. If he knew, he would have told Zhong Wuregret and Yu Zhaoxin a long time ago. After all, these two people have taken good care of him for the past ten years, especially for his bees.

But he really didn't know. He had been away from the rivers and lakes for too long. In the past ten years, he has not only left the rivers and lakes, but can even be said to have passed away. He's underground. He was accompanied only by bees.

Next, the people of Lianhuanwu, Tianfengliu, Dazen Temple, Abandoned Sword Tower, Beast King Village, Qingzhu Gang and Five Killing Sects also found him. These sects are known to know-it-all. He's a jack of all trades. He knew what they wanted to ask.

They didn't even have a chance to speak, so he sent them away.

At this age, everything is told, and there are some things that he can only say to the person who said it. There are some things he can't say to anyone.

How these people found themselves, the know-it-all didn't ask. A person who wanders around with a beehive on his back is always not so hard to find. What's more, he is still an old man who doesn't walk fast. He also had to stop every now and then to feed his bees.

Fortunately, no one treated him like that. No one in the rivers and lakes knows the origin of the know-it-all, and no one has ever seen him make a move. But the people on the rivers and lakes know that people like a jack of all trades can not turn their faces with him, and it is better not to turn their faces with him. Who knows the world, who knows what the result will be if you turn your face with him?

Therefore, those who come to inquire come very politely, and then go very politely. When he comes, bring a bunch of freshly picked flowers to his bees. When you go, praise the bees of the master as if he were praising his well-behaved children.

But the know-it-all is already annoying.

How can beekeepers let people disturb the bees like a marquee? People come and go, and in the past few days, the chubby bees have obviously lost weight. It's not hungry, it's noisy.

The know-it-all decided that he was leaving the Central Plains.

He knew that in the noble land of Yunnan, there was a place where the four seasons were like spring. In that place, flowers bloom all year round, and the most suitable bee for him is. A warm place is also suitable for an elderly man like him. After ten years of living underground under the Six Doors, he still got some moisture. Although he didn't feel any soreness in his body now, he knew that if he continued to stay in a place like Jingshi, in a few years, his joints would be wrong.

Now that he had decided, he set off immediately.

He walked in the mountains. Wherever there are flowers in the mountains, he goes. Bees don't need to eat all the time, but it's good to let them smell the flowers.

As soon as he escaped into the mountains, no one could find him again. How easy is it to find someone in the mountains? What's more, if you don't have to take care of the bees, even in the middle of the city, there is a way for people to find him.

When he walked to a place full of flowers, he sighed when he had just put down the beehive, and only then did he open the door of the beehive, ready to let the bees come out to collect honey.

Because he saw a man. A monk. A compassionate monk.

All beings have eight sufferings. Suffering from birth, old age, sickness, death, resentment, love, parting, asking for and suffering, and five extractive suffering.

This monk is the most merciful of sentient beings. Therefore, he gave himself a Dharma name, called the Eight Bitter Monks.

He wants to alleviate the suffering of all beings.

The beings he lives are not only human beings, but all living beings other than human beings. Flowers, birds, insects, fish, birds and animals, are all in his degree.

He ate them. Bear their suffering.

He eats everything but people. He is a monk. Monks don't eat people. He only sends people to bliss. When I went to bliss, all the sufferings disappeared.

When the jack-of-all-trades saw the monk, he knew that trouble was coming. This eight-bitter monk, he can't beat it, and he can't run away. Even if he could, his bees wouldn't. If the bee falls into the hands of the Eight Bitter Monks, he will only be able to be transformed by him. Because, the monk of the Eight Bitters is already starting to lick his lips. The beehives are filled with sentient beings who are worthy of being transformed by monks.

"Can the monk put down the old man's bee?" the know-it-all looked at the monk with a sad face.

On the palm of the Eight Bitter Monks, a bee was flapping its wings and flying forward. It's just that no matter how much the bee flies, it can't fly out of the monk's palm. If you want to fly out of the monk's five-fingered mountain, I'm afraid you can't even do the golden cicada under the seat of Sakyamuni.

"I can't ask for suffering! The monk helped it to be resolved, how about it?" said the monk of the Eight Sufferings compassionately.

"If the monk is the old man's bee, who will save the old man's love and parting suffering?" said the know-it-all with a sad face.

"Yes. The monk is not yet able to reduce the benefactor. The monk blew softly on the bee on the palm of his hand, and the bee finally flapped its wings and flew away.

"Who is the monk going to do?" asked the know-it-all as he watched the bees continue to fly outward.

"Who the monk wants to do depends on who the donor wants the monk to do. The monk sat down in front of the beehive, sniffed deeply at the honey and chrysalis in the hive, and salivated.

"Say, what does the monk want to know?" Jack-of-all-trades sighed, took out a small beehive from his bosom, and handed it to the monk of the Eight Bitters.

"If the donor really has a fate with my Buddha, he will definitely be able to enter the Buddha's seat and achieve a golden body in the future. The monk of the Eight Bitters praised with a sincere face as he chewed on the beehive.

"When you meet a monk, it's hard to think about not going to the West Heaven Bliss. The know-it-all took the hand that the monk had placed on top of the beehive, and then moved the hive towards him.

"Amitabha! Monks only deal with those who are suffering. The benefactor has already exhausted the eight hardships, and there is no need for a monk to come to save it. Seeing that the sneak attack on the beehive was unsuccessful, the monk said curtly.

"Well, let's go, let's go. You monk, I guess there are a lot of bees. After entangling here for a while, the old man's eight hardships will come out. The know-it-all took out a beehive from his bosom and handed it to the Eight Bitter Monks.

"Those six flying knives, are they really the ones that Tanhualang passed on to Ye Kai?" asked the Eight Bitter Monk as he chewed on the beehive.

"The monk still turned the old man into a degree. Jack-of-all-trades sighed and said.

"Did Fu Hongxue really take the Peacock Feather?" asked the Eight Bitter Monk as he quickly stuffed the remaining hive into his mouth.

"Nope. The know-it-all replied.

"Is that thing on Fu Hongxue's body?" asked the Eight Bitter Monk as he swallowed the last of the beehives with a grunt.

"No. Fu Hongxue wouldn't take anything like that. The monk is also tempted?" said the know-it-all with a smile.

"The monk only suffers. The monk was not moved. As he spoke, the monk held out a hand to the jack-of-all-trades.

"The last piece. The jack-of-all-trades took out the third piece of beehive from his bosom with a bitter face and put it in the hands of the Eight Bitter Monks.

"Whose hand is it?" asked the monk as he shoved the hive into his mouth.

"Where Gongziyu's things are, only he knows. Jack-of-all-trades sighed and said.

"The rest of those things are not in the hands of Tanhualang, Ye Kai or Jing Wuming?" asked the monk who stretched out his tongue and licked the honey at the corner of his mouth.

"Never. What do they want those things for?" said the jack-of-all-trades.

The monk understood. The Eight Bitter Monk stretched out his hand and pulled the beehive beside the know-it-all.

"What is the monk going to do?" the know-it-all hurriedly protected the beehive.

"The monk turned the donor's fate and escorted the donor. The monk said.

"No, no. The old man just walked by himself. The know-it-all said vigilantly.

"One drink, one peck, one cause and one effect. If the donor does not let the monk return the relationship, the monk can only follow the donor. Cause and effect can't go, the monk doesn't go. The Eight Bitter Monks said solemnly.

"Alas, the monk had better change his name. The jack-of-all-trades let out a long sigh, then took out three pieces of beehives from his bosom and handed them to the Eight Bitter Monks.

The monk took the three beehives, put them in his arms, and said with a smile: "Since the donor is so sincere, today's fate, the monk should report it again in the future." With that, the monk of the Eight Bitters clasped his hands together and saluted to the jack-of-all-trades, and strode towards the distance.

"The monk doesn't want to know, did the old man ask you to change your legal name?" shouted the jack-of-all-trades.

"The monk knows. Eight Lai monks. The monk didn't look back, and said with a laugh.

"Alas, this place is not suitable for a long stay. Stay a few more moments, and the old man's old book will be ruined by these scoundrels. The know-it-all sighed, took out a vial from his bosom, dripped the liquid from the bottle into one or two drops in the beehive, and the bees immediately flew back.

When the bees have entered the beehive, the know-it-all covers the cover of the beehive, carries the beehive on his back, and disappears into the mountains and forests in a few shakes.