The sun is high and the heat is steaming. The blue waves are vast, and the water and sky are the same.

As one of the largest freshwater lakes in China, Dongting Lake swallows red sand in the west, connects green grass in the south, spans seven or eight hundred miles, and accepts the water from Songzi, Taiping, Lotus Pond and Tuan Xian of the Yangtze River in the north, and connects Hunan Province, Zi, Yuan and Li in the south and west, and flows into the Yangtze River from Baling City (Yueyang) Chenglingji.

The lake is blowing a breeze that is neither cool nor hot, blowing the light moon-white monk's clothes, Shi Zhixuan sits in the pavilion built by the lakeside teahouse, while eating the dead steamed buns with light porcelain, while looking at the thousands of miles of blue waves, contented.

Inadvertently saw that the caravan people sitting at several tables next to him were drinking herbal tea, all of them were constantly fanning the wind, but they were still sweating profusely, Shi Zhixuan couldn't help but secretly sigh: Fortunately, this holy monk has the ability to advance the weather, and the cold and heat do not invade, otherwise every time in the middle of summer and winter, they will be covered in stinky sweat or wrapped into zongzi like ordinary people, how can there be any holy monk temperament at all?

Since leaving Huangshan, he traveled all the way west, passing through Jiujiang, to Baling, preparing to travel to Bashu as a Zen 'great virtue', and then secretly changed the identity of 'black sky' from Guanzhong to Northern Qi, to carry out the dragon slaying plan, and then sneaked back to Bashu, turned back to 'great virtue', and continued to travel openly......

It seems that it is a little troublesome to go around and around, but in fact, it is nothing for a master of martial arts.

Regardless of whether the vest of 'Dade' will be torn apart in the future, at least before he deceives the right to use He's Bi from Qixia Temple, Shi Zhixuan still has to maintain this vest with his heart!

Taking a sip of herbal tea like Chinese medicine, Shi Zhixuan glanced back at the tall and majestic Baling City, where the magnificent city tower was fluttering.

That is the future 'Yueyang Tower', and now it is still Baling City Tower.

Originally, according to the romantic chivalrous script of the literary and artistic monk, when he arrived at Dongting Baling, he had to go to the 'Yueyang Tower' to be chic and elegant.

However, at this time, the Northern Zhou, the Northern Qi, and the Southern Chen stood on three legs. In the era of frequent melee, although Baling was in the territory of Nanchen, it was not far from the border line of Northern Zhou and Northern Qi, and it was the largest city at the junction of the three parties, and it was also a must-attack city for Northern Zhou and Northern Qi to attack Southern Chen.

Therefore, Baling City can be regarded as a first-class military town and an important place, and the strict defense of the city is self-evident. How can visitors be allowed to go up to the castle tower to watch the wind and enjoy the scenery at will?

As a future holy monk, Shi Zhixuan has not gone crazy enough to pick a city garrison for the sake of just a few views, so naturally he can only nest in the teahouse by the lake outside the city to blow the wind, rest, find an opportunity to cross the lake by boat, and continue to go west.

Suddenly, Shi Zhixuan's eyes flashed, and even if he didn't need a subtle spiritual sense, he could sense that a beam of intense gaze had just been staring at his back...... It's a good master!

Today. Shi Zhixuan naturally doesn't look down on the martial artists of the acquired realm, even though many people in the acquired realm have accumulated decades of skills, and the strength of their internal strength alone is a few points stronger than the innate masters, but in terms of the synthesis of spirit and spirit, after all, they have not returned to the acquired magical transformation, but they are much worse than the innate masters, and it is often difficult to defeat the innate masters when they really fight.

In this world, the heavens and the earth are full of vitality and spirituality. The physical fitness of ordinary people is slightly stronger than that of his previous life, and the Jianghu Sanren who has cultivated his naïve qi with rough exercises. It is also countless, providing a huge population base for second- and third-rate masters.

However, those who can really return to the acquired for the congenital, practice the innate true qi, and become a first-class master are still one in a thousand, so look at the whole world. There may be many first-class masters, but they can be scattered in various places and gangs, but in fact, there are not as many as imagined.

However, in terms of the high-level combat power of the rivers and lakes, there are forces where there are first-class masters. They are all vast sitting tigers, which cannot be underestimated, and the sect gangs that can have more than three first-class masters are already first-class powerhouses, as for the first-class masters of the gate lord clan and the Dao, Buddha, and Demon sects, ranging from five or six to a dozen, and there are even grandmaster-level masters dominating, they are the top forces......

The sound of footsteps as light as if nothing came from behind, and the domineering and cold atmosphere gradually approached, Shi Zhixuan's eyes were slightly condensed, but he drank tea and ate steamed buns as usual.

The blue robe caught in the corner of his eye, and his tall and burly figure turned out.

"Bang!"

The back machete of the sheath was slapped on the opposite edge of the table in front of Shi Zhixuan by a wide and powerful palm, shaking the pine Zen staff placed on the edge of the table on his right.

A hoarse voice said coldly: "Little monk, don't you mind sharing the table with me, right?" said without waiting for Shi Zhixuan's answer, and sat directly on his left hand.

Shi Zhixuan was speechless, turned his head, and a domineering square face came into view, about thirty years old but already gave people a feeling of weather, so that Shi Zhixuan couldn't help but secretly speculate about his identity, and maintained the bearing of a holy monk and smiled: "The donor is polite, please!"

The blade-like cold eyes swept over Shi Zhixuan's delicate and fair face, and he snorted coldly: "The monks are all so delicate as you, pinch a pinch of water, no wonder the emperors of one dynasty after another love the monks so much!"

Shi Zhixuan was speechless again, his cheeks twitched slightly, he maintained a gentle temperament, and secretly slandered: this guy's momentum, language, and eyes ...... All aspects are so underpumped, the short-lived phase of iron and iron!

Seeing that Shi Zhixuan didn't quarrel with him, he snorted coldly again, and then turned his head and shouted, "Little Er, serve the food...... A plate of steamed buns, a pot of old wine, and a pound of sauced beef, sauced elbows, and fried haggis each!"

In the shouting voice, the words "sauce beef", "sauce elbow", and "fried haggis" were particularly accentuated, and he squinted at Shi Zhixuan with a playful expression, as if to say: Bald donkey, why don't you persuade me to eat vegetarian?

Your sister...... Shi Zhixuan scolded secretly, the smile on his face disappeared, but he still continued to eat steamed buns indifferently.

The man sighed hesitantly: "The world is not quiet, and there are false monks who serve people everywhere, how can there be any compassion?"

"Amitabha Buddha ......" Shi Zhixuan turned his head and said: "The donor needs to cultivate his morality, otherwise he will be haunted by demons and will not be ......at ease."

The man sneered, "Could it be that you are wrong?"

You, a monk, clearly saw that I wanted to eat meat, but you were indifferent on your face, and you didn't even persuade you for half a sentence, how can there be any Buddhist compassion?...... It's not a fake monk, but what is it?

Isn't it...... A monk who drinks wine and eats meat?"

Xiao Er approached quickly, put down the wine and meat on the table, seemed to see that the atmosphere was wrong, and hurriedly retreated.

Shi Zhixuan saluted this person eleven times, and Zhengse persuaded: "Donor." Eating meat is good for sin, and vegetarian food is good for the body and mind!"

The man poured a glass of wine, flipped his chopsticks, and sneered: "It's late, and the meat is served on the table, even if it is returned to the store." You don't have to pay for it yet!

Are you going to pay for the money, and you are going to eat the meat?"

Shi Zhixuan solemnly took out a handful of copper coins from his arms, counted them carefully, and sighed helplessly: "The poor monk can't afford to pay for meat, it seems that this good deed can't be done."

However, in order not to add more sins to the benefactor, the poor monk still has to advise, please eat vegetarian!"

Seeing this, the corners of this person's mouth turned up slightly, as if he had discovered something very interesting. While raising his glass and drinking, he looked at Shi Zhixuan again and again, and said with interest: "It turns out that he is still a fake slippery monk!"

Shi Zhixuan picked out three copper coins and put them on the corner of the table as rice money, and stuffed the rest back into his arms, and repeated earnestly: "Donor, please eat vegetarian!"

The man looked at him and said, "Lao Tzu wants to eat meat in front of you!" while stretching out his chopsticks to pick up the sauce elbow.

Shi Zhixuan's treasure was solemn, diving [Moke Immeasurable Wisdom Sutra], and his right knee was silently attached to the table leg. The soft and innocent air penetrated into the table legs, and silently walked to the sauce elbow on the table plate, which was more than half a foot long. The mouth repeated: "The donor please eat vegetarian!"

The man glanced at him, still leaning down his chopsticks to pick up the sauce elbow.

Shi Zhixuan still didn't give up, "The donor asks for vegetarian food!"

Seeing that the chopsticks were on the elbow of the sauce, this person's face changed, he glared at Shi Zhixuan fiercely, and said hesitantly: "Monk is a good means!" While opening his mouth, the back of his hand was slightly protruding. It was clear that he also carried the innate true qi, closed the chopsticks, clamped the elbow of the sauce, and wanted to forcibly provoke it.

Shi Zhixuan added another three points of true qi and tightly adsorbed the sauce elbow on the plate. Repeated: "Donor, please eat vegetarian!"

This person didn't move, his eyes were cold, and he also added three points of true qi, his fingers pinching the chopsticks tightened, and he grabbed the elbow of the sauce and pulled it hard.

Shi Zhixuan directly operated the [Moke Immeasurable Wisdom Sutra] to the limit, his eyebrows bloomed a little golden, in a trance, looming, his whole body was slightly white jade, his clothes were breezy and light, and his deep flexible true qi absorbed the elbow of the sauce with all his might, and repeated in his mouth: "The donor please eat vegetarian!"

At first sight, the corner of this person's eyes shrank, and then the killing intent was faint, the same robe around him was agitated, the back of his hand was full of green tendons, and he clearly continued to forcibly pull the elbow of the sauce with full strength.

Shi Zhixuan's treasure was solemn, if he didn't move, the same was true of the sauce elbow on the plate, and he repeated as if chanting a scripture in his mouth: "Donor, please eat vegetarian!"

This person stared fiercely at Shi Zhixuan's mutton fat and white jade-like face, the murderous intent in his eyes was already undisguised, and his arms were swollen with wide sleeves because of his full true qi, and he trembled slightly and let out a whirring sound.

Shi Zhixuan simply closed his eyes and opened and closed his lips, "Donor, please eat vegetarian!"

"Donor, please eat vegetarian!"

"Donor, please eat vegetarian!"

..................

Gradually, this person only felt that the words that Shi Zhixuan kept chanting seemed to contain some kind of intriguing charm, which made people unconsciously want to do what they said......

Wrong...... This person secretly sighed in his heart, forced himself to concentrate, and while resisting the spiritual attack contained in the alternative scripture of 'Donor Asks for Vegetarianism', he still entered the chopsticks with his maximum true qi and competed for the elbow of sauce.

It's a pity that his internal strength tends to be fierce and domineering, and when used on the back chopping knife, it is devastating and invincible, but he is not good at wrestling with this small contact surface.

Shi Zhixuan's eyebrows shimmered with golden light, as if in front of him, and as if in the depths of the boundless void, it was difficult to distinguish between reality and reality, his hands were folded, his skin was crystal clear, like a jade statue full of spirituality and beauty, only his lips moved slightly, and he closed his eyes and kept chanting: "Donor, please eat vegetarian...... Donors are asked for vegetarian ...... Donors please eat vegetarian ......"

Before you know it, the caravan people who are eating at the next table are also affected, and the people who are munching on meat gradually feel that they have lost their appetite and begin to dislike greasy meat.

Listening to the more and more pleasant voice of "Donor, please eat vegetarian!", everyone forgot its literal tone at some point, but they felt that the sound of chanting was pouring into their ears and minds, which was no different from what they heard in a large temple, and their minds gradually calmed down, and the heat of the summer seemed to be gradually gone.

After a while, about 30 or so guests at the seven or eight tables in the pavilion had already stopped eating and drinking, just sitting motionless and listening to the scriptures with their eyes closed.

Outside the pavilion, the shopkeeper who came to serve the food with a wooden plate also stood stunned under the scorching sun with his eyes closed, motionless.

However, in fact, Shi Zhixuan's lips opened and closed, and he still kept repeating the sentence "The donor invites vegetarian food!"

After a long time, the man's teeth clenched and his teeth clenched, his eyes bulged, and beads of sweat rolled down his cheeks, dripping on his outstretched arm.

This was an ordinary trivial matter that had been exerted too much for too long, but he suddenly looked defeated, as if this drop of sweat had destroyed all his persistence and confidence at once......

Just as he withdrew his true qi and was about to give up his chopsticks, the flexible true qi that was tightly clinging to the head of the chopsticks disappeared in an instant, and he was caught off guard, and he pulled back the chopsticks with a snort.

However, looking at the chopsticks in front of him that didn't stick to a drop of sauce and were still dry, his face was gloomy again, and he was stunned for a while.

At the same moment, Shi Zhixuan's mouth chanted a mantra-like "Donor, please eat vegetarian!" slowly stopped, the aftermath lingered, his eyes slowly opened, and his eyes, which seemed to contain immeasurable wisdom, looked at this person softly, and finally whispered, "Donor, vegetarian food is good for the body and mind!"

The man's lips were open, but he felt exhausted, his heart empty, and he could not say anything......

Everyone around them woke up like a dream, and they all turned their heads to look in the direction of Shi Zhixuan and the others, and when they happened to see this scene, they unconsciously felt a sense of cordial joy to Shi Zhixuan, and secretly disgusted and disgusted the pale and speechless person.

The shopkeeper seemed to have suddenly come back to his senses, and walked towards the table where a middle-aged guest dressed as a gentleman was, and said in a loud voice as always: "Guest officer, the dishes are here!"

Everyone suddenly had the unspeakable loss of falling from the quiet Zen forest into the hustle and bustle of the world, and couldn't help but turn their heads together, staring at the shopkeeper with a sense of blame in their eyes.

The shopkeeper, who was putting down the dishes, shrank his neck, and said "Guest officer, use ...... slowly", and ran away.

The gentry didn't look at the dishes in front of him, he suddenly got up, walked quickly to Shi Zhixuan, and said respectfully: "Disciple to meet the holy monk, dare to ask the holy monk what to call the name?...... In which temple do you practice?...... Do you want to cross Dongting Lake?

If so, be sure to take the disciple's boat...... Room and board are all available!"

I rub, and fanatics?...... Shi Zhixuan was slightly stunned, nodded slowly in the gentry's fanatical and expectant eyes, and folded his hands and saluted: "Then trouble the donor!"

The middle-aged gentleman looked surprised, and hurriedly waved his hand and said, "No trouble, no trouble!" As he spoke, he turned to the person with a disgraced face next to him, his face changed suddenly, he was angry, and shouted: "Yue Badao, you don't have anything to do on weekdays, but today you dare to provoke the head of the holy monk, from this moment on, Lao Tzu will break off your friendship with you!"

I'll settle the protection fee for this trip for you later, and you won't have to rely on Lao Tzu's ship again......"

The man seemed to be awakened by the gentry's loud drink, and his eyes were fierce, and he slapped the table with a slap.

"Peng!"

With a muffled sound, the plate on the table didn't move at all, but the corners of Yue Badao's mouth twitched twice, as if he had just hit a mace, and his palm tingled, and he couldn't help but tremble slightly......

But he couldn't help himself, and instead of caring about the culprit, the "holy monk" snorted coldly at the gentry: "You don't teach Lao Tzu to take your boat, Lao Tzu wants to take your boat, what can you do with me?" )

PS: I went out to drink wine today, and I didn't come back until more than nine o'clock, and I hurriedly coded the word, pit!