The crazy monk was known to Fang Yin.

As early as Fang Yin was not Fang Yin, and Fang Daoist was not Fang Daoshi, Fang Boss knew him when he was making small flowers on the streets of Jiangzhou. At that time, he was crazy, he was giggling at that time, he was drinking and eating meat, and his words were rude, he was completely a wild monk, at that time, he was poor and white, and he often grabbed the copper plate that Boss Fang begged for, Fang Yin was very impressed, it was a very annoying big monk.

But Fang Yin didn't know that his martial arts were very high.

But Fang Yin didn't know that his Dharma name was Zhijue.

Now that Yin knows it, he also has an identity, the master of the Jiangzhou Hall of the True Dragon Sect.

But Fang Yin didn't believe it, Fang Yin thought he had heard it wrong.

Zhou Daochang said: "Yes. ”

Yes, he is coming, Senior Brother Wu said, "I'll be there in a while." ”

Is it at noon, or this courtyard.

Fang Yin looked at the wide open courtyard door, then at the person squatting on the tree, and sighed.

What made Fang Yin even more unbelievable was that the mad monk was coming to be a guest, and he even challenged Fang Yin and Daoist Fang by name.

This master.

There is a tree in the courtyard, the old locust tree, with dense branches and leaves.

And the man was crouching on the branch, like a bird, a yellow bird.

Under the tree, there is a square table, four chairs, two jars of wine on the table, and a number of wine and food.

Senior Brother Wu was present and raised his glass to invite: "Brother Sparrow, are you tired, why don't you come down and have a drink?" Brother Sparrow is a yellow sparrow, and the yellow sparrow is a birdman, ignoring it and tilting his head. Zhou Daochang was present, and said with a smile: "Yellow sparrow, you have been following him for a long time, haven't you seen enough now?"

"Ha!" said this harshly, and the three people present were scolded, including Shangqing. Zhou and Wu didn't say it, Daoist Fang was indeed a waste, and Daoist Fang himself often said it. But it's okay to talk about it yourself, others can't talk nonsense, especially the birdman humiliated Shangqing for no reason, which made Daoist Fang very annoyed. Fang Yin stood up at the moment, sneered and sneered: "There is not a good bird taught by the True Dragon!"

The yellow sparrow was not angry, and half-squatted on the tree and grinned: "I'm on top, you are below, it's ridiculous mad dogs talking nonsense!" Fang Yin snorted lightly and raised his voice: "The tiger goes down the mountain, the dog goes up the tree, who laughs off the big teeth!" The yellow sparrow choked slightly, and said with a smile: "I can't say it, the kid is not good at martial arts, but he is also sharp-toothed, haha!" Fang Yin glared, sat down and drank tea: "I can't say it, how Fang Yin is, it's not your turn!"

"Tsk, the anger is not small, you drink herbal tea first to suppress it!" The yellow sparrow giggled and raised his eyebrows: "Don't say it, don't say it, look at it, the anger is coming!" Before the words fell, I only heard a loud noise outside the hospital, and the footsteps and laughter came, and the rumbling was like thunder: "Old Zhou, Lao Zhou, haha! The Sprinkler family has come to beg for wine again!" Zhou Daochang rose in response, and laughed loudly: "Please come in, please come in, Master Zhiju, the poor road has been waiting for a long time!"

As soon as the words fell, the mad monk appeared.

But I saw a yellow robe in tatters, and the mouth of the leader of the clothes had already turned white, but I saw gray pants, white socks, amphorae, bast shoes, and a Zen staff in his left hand, and his face was full of red light, and he was fat and big, a bald monk! He was born with an eagle nose, a lion's mouth, leopard eyes and whiskers, and his two thick eyebrows were thick and black, like two broken brooms!

The crazy monk is over fifty years old, Fang Yin knows him, he was this outfit back then, and he also looked like he was crazy and crazy. But the crazy monk had long since forgotten the young Taoist priest in front of him, the thin and dirty little flower back then, Fang Yin had already changed his appearance. I didn't know, the crazy monk didn't even look at him, he strode forward and picked up a jar of wine, leaned his neck and poured a lot of gas, and shook his sleeves and wiped his mouth: "Happy!

is a crazy monk, and his behavior is the same as back then.

There was a loud noise, and the crazy monk shook his Zen staff: "Little Taoist, come!"

Fang Yin looked intently and saw that the Zen staff was black and black in some places, white and bright in other places, and the color was as shabby as the clothes on his body. It is as long as seven feet, as thick as a goose egg, and it is a big Zen staff! One end is like the tooth of a crescent moon, four iron rings hang in between, and the other end is like an upside-down bell, and the edge of the blade is sharpened and shiny. This Zen staff Fang Yin has never seen, if it weren't for the crazy monk who came to compete in martial arts, he wouldn't have brought it with him, this is the weapon of the crazy monk, weighing sixty-eight catties -

Muddy iron water grinding Zen staff!

Seeing that he didn't move, his expression was stupid, and his eyes were stunned looking at his house, the mad monk wrinkled his thick black eyebrows and shouted: "Draw the sword!" The person was sitting, the sword was hanging from his waist, Fang Yin suddenly turned his head: "Pluck the hair." The crazy monk was stunned, and then shook the Zen staff in his hand again, and roared angrily like thunder: "The kid is rude!" Fang Yin didn't pay attention to it, he slowly poured tea to drink, took another bite of food, and put it in his mouth to chew slowly.

Fang Yin suddenly remembered a few people, one was the flower monk Lu Zhishen, and Lu Zhishen also made this kind of Zen staff.

One is Lingxiu, Lingxiu is also called a flower monk.

And Wu Zen, that monk.

I suddenly heard a loud bang behind me, and in a blink of an eye, the wind was moving: "Haha! The kid is rude, rude to the extreme!" The crazy monk finally sat down, and the Zen staff was stuck straight into the stone floor: "But the Sprinkler family likes it, hahaha! Drink and drink, and fight again after drinking!" Fang Yin still ignored it, bowed his head to eat vegetables, and simply didn't raise his eyelids. Zhou Daochang raised his glass and said with a smile: "Master Zhijue, poor Dao replaces wine with tea, and first toasts the master with a glass." ”

"Drink!" the mad monk carried the wine jar and poured it violently, and for a while the wine splashed and the aroma of wine was fragrant. After a while, the altar bottomed out, and another altar was opened: "Old Zhou, Old Zhou, the monk respects you!" ”

"Fart!" The mad monk's eyes widened angrily, and he was really annoyed: "Wu Na Birdman, didn't the Sprinkler family say, how do you-" The yellow sparrow still squatted on the branch, spread his hands and smiled: "The Sprinkle family is comparable, people don't do it, I only take the words, and I don't care." The mad monk spat violently, and picked up the Zen staff: "Thief bird, get down!" As he spoke, he swept the cane on the ground, and there was a muffled sound of "grabbing" the ground in the crisp sound, and the shovel head went deep into the body of the tree, and it was nearly halfway through!

Suddenly, the body of the tree trembled, and the branches and leaves fluttered, and countless leaves and dust fell one after another, blinding people's eyes. Before he could stand up, he heard another loud bang that shook the leaves and made the dust fall like a rain. The three of them got up and walked away, looking at the mad monk helplessly. The mad monk seemed to be crazy, and only picked up the Zen stick and slammed the old locust, which was as heavy as a while, and hit the old wrinkled bark sawdust flying all over the place, revealing a broken gray and white stubble.

Fortunately, the old acacia is thick and hugging, and it will not break and fall for a while. The yellow sparrow was still squatting on the tree like a stupid bird, squeezing his eyebrows and quacking and laughing: "Little Zamaoer, do you know, why is this person called a crazy monk?" The one who asked was Daoist Fang, and Daoist Fang sighed: "Birdmen are crazy, generally crazy!" Senior Brother Wu on the side smiled and said: "Master Zhijue loves martial arts and is crazy and aggressive, so he is called a mad monk." Zhou Daochang shook his head and said with a smile: "The master's subordinates are merciful, summer is coming, how can you enjoy the shade without a big tree?"

"Phew!"

The mad monk roared wildly, and Lao Huai finally couldn't help but slash vigorously again and again, and slowly planted down with the huge canopy "click", and fell to the ground with a loud bang! The yellow sparrow jumped and flew diagonally for several feet, and then landed on the eaves like a bird: "Sure enough, there is a big one, haha, there is no discussion!" The crazy monk looked up to the sky and laughed wildly, waving his Zen staff: "Stinky boy bear wraps an egg, it's okay! Kneel on the ground and kowtow to the big monk, and the family will spare your life!"

"Wise. Zhou Daochang said in a deep voice, and said: "Don't be unreasonable anymore, so as not to hurt the harmony." The crazy monk laughed loudly, and his expression was arrogant: "What's the matter? Why don't you come? Haha! It's a pity that you are not the opponent of the Sprinkle family!" Senior Brother Wu stepped forward and waved his hand with his sword: "Since the master is bent on competing, Poor Dao will discuss with the master for a lesson or two." The crazy monk rolled his eyes and his nostrils turned to the sky: "Your subordinates are defeated, if you don't come, you won't come!"

It turned out to be a mad monk who was aggressive, but he was strong in martial arts and had few opponents, and Zhou and Wu had fought with him more than a dozen times in the past, and all of them were undefeated. The three of them are divided into two religions, they are enemies, but they have no hatred or grudges, and they are also like friends. It is only because of this that the Upper Puritan Sect and the True Dragon Sect have not yet torn their faces, otherwise there would have been no place for the Shangqing Sect in this Jiangzhou city. Today's crazy monk is here for the competition, and he is also here for Liwei, and the one who wants to teach a lesson is Fang Yin, this stinky boy who doesn't know the height of the sky!

The mad monk had forgotten that he had known him in the first place.

Fang Yin slowly stepped forward and drew his sword: "If you lose, you will kowtow to me." ”

The mad monk was overjoyed: "Success!"

The yellow sparrow shouted: "Great monk pay attention, this kid is a bit of a ghost!"

The crazy monk laughed: "Hidden weapon? Haha, it's okay, stinky boy, you can use it, don't be afraid of the family!"

Fang Yin stood with his sword in his hand, without fear: "Fang Yin uses a sword, and the name of the sword is Kewu." ”