"Haha, it turns out that your name is Xiaojiu!Little Wine Fairy, quickly help Xiaoye bring wine, you beautiful bosses have all nodded, if you don't bring it again, Xiaoye is really going to eat you!Hehehehe!" Tianjiu Thief laughed again and again, and the little wine maid also trotted and disappeared into the teleportation channel.

After a stick of incense, she came back again, with a small jade pot in her hand, and the jade pot was full of hand.

"Take it, drink it to death!, bring it, 10,000 high-grade spars!" Xiao Jiu puffed.

"10,000 is still high-level, is there any mistake? This price can buy several beautiful concubines...... Tian Jiu said, suddenly paused, and a row of disdainful eyes shot again.

"Drink, drink, die early and be reincarnated, everything is empty when you die, what's the use of keeping the spar beauty!"

Tianjiu grinned, groped for a long time, and finally found a storage bag, and Zuihou simply stuffed it into that little hand.

Xiaojiu also swept carefully for a long time, zuihou pursed his lips, turned around and walked away, and never looked at Tianjiu again.

"Old man, you killed the master, okay, for this pot of wine, my local wealth has become a turtle, and there is no crystal in my body, from tomorrow, the master will be mixed with you!"

"Hey, hey, hey, good, good! With drunken fairy wine, everything is worry-free! Boy, you take this jade card, go to Famen Temple early tomorrow morning, the jade card can let you pass Detian Temple and Deren Temple, and arrive at the gate of Famen Temple. The old man is waiting for you in front of the door, hehehehe, you'll know when you go!"

The old monk snatched the small jade pot in Tianjiu's hand, wiped the spiritual pork on the table, swaggered out of the door, and soon disappeared into the bustling crowd of monks.

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On the tenth floor of the Ten Thousand Buddha Building, in a small secret room, the female cultivator who instructed the Tianjiu drunken immortal wine to take off the Dharma scarf below, a big beauty with a face like a peach and a plum, and her skin like congealed fat was revealed, but her pretty face was slightly cold, revealing a terrifying majesty. In the secret room, there was also a beautiful female cultivator standing solemnly, her head bowed deeply, and fine beads of sweat were rising on her forehead. If Tianjiu was here, he would definitely exclaim - Kou Yan!

"Yan'er, who is that little monk, how do you know him?"

"Princess, he is Yan'er's friend in Dongling, begging the princess not to kill him!" Kou Yan said, kneeling to the ground with a puff.

"Hmph! Be a thief with a weak heart! It's just a little golden pill, can I kill him? You're so nervous, everything says for itself! Okay, you get up, don't have any more dealings with him in the future, this monk knows at a glance that it's not a good thing, you have a grudge with him before, the deity just doesn't know anything, if you let the deity know that you still have a connection with him, even if he hides in the Famen Temple, the deity will screw off his head!"

"Yan'er understands! Thank you for the grace of the princess!"

After Kou Yan finished speaking, she stood up and gently wiped the beads of sweat from her forehead.

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The situation on the top of the Ten Thousand Buddha Tower, Tianjiu naturally does not know. On the second day, he stepped on the morning dew, came to the steps of Famen Temple, looked up at the towering Famen temple wall, and then looked at the lush towering trees on both sides of the steps, nodded slightly, sighed slightly, and was about to climb the steps.

"Amitabha, where does the donor come from and where does he want to go?"

On a big tree, a golden figure suddenly shot out, revealing a middle-aged monk with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and the corner of the monk's robe was embroidered with seven, nine, eighty, and three small characters. Looking at the blue-clothed monk in front of him, he frowned slightly, and there was a trace of Jindan coercion on his body, which was directly covered by the other party.

"It turned out to be the master, the little monk wine and meat monk, from Dongling, who wants to travel all over Kyushu, because of hunger in the stomach, please ask the master to make it convenient, give a little wine and meat, or a spare!" Tianjiu said, raising the gray-black bowl in his hand with a solemn face.

"Wine and meat monk?!" The thick-eyebrow monk's mouth trembled, and his face became even more ugly: "Amitabha! Since the donor is good at wine and meat, why should he escape into the empty door? My Buddha is merciful, wine must not be touched, meat must not be eaten, donor go, Famen Temple does not welcome such monks, let alone give any wine, meat and spars!"

The golden pill of the thick-eyebrow monk was coercive, like a mud cow entering the sea, and there was no news, although he was very unhappy in his heart, but he still spoke slightly, and did not deliberately show any unhappy look.

"What's wrong with the wine and meat monk? The wine and meat have passed through the intestines, and the Buddha has left it in his heart, since the master is a high monk, why is there no such tolerance? It doesn't matter if there is no wine and meat, no spars, it is okay to give a low-level magic weapon, and the monk can sell it, and he can also get a good meal of wine and food. ”

"Huh?" The thick-eyed monk was stunned for a moment, and then his face was full of anger: "Hmph! It's good wine and meat, and what kind of scripture do you want to recite, get out!"

As soon as the roar fell, the Jindan coercion on his body no longer had the slightest reservation, and a stream of brains shot out, flooding the Baizhang area like a wave. The nearby trees swayed suddenly, and the fallen leaves rustled down, covering dozens of steps in the blink of an eye.

Tianjiu made a few clicks, took more than ten steps back, and sat on the ground with his buttocks, grinning his hips.

"Oh, who is this, who is this? The old man just swept the floor, and you stained it, Master Kuanxin, you can't complain about the old monk me this time!"

On the other side of the tree, an old-eyed sloppy monk rolled over, slammed, fell down the steps, and struggled for most of the day before standing up. The original gray and curly beard was rubbed on the ground, and then it was dyed gray.

"Shame on you! Pochen, your skin is itchy again today, isn't it?! If it's itchy, I don't mind helping you loosen it again!"

The relieved-hearted monk glanced at the old monk, snorted with disdain, and raised his big fist, looking like he was beating people. I saw the old monk shrinking his neck, covering his head, and putting down his hand fiercely. Then, he whispered to Tianjiu, who was sitting on the ground:

"Get out of here! Ordinary people! Wine bags and rice bags! and pretend to be deep, get away from the old man, Famen Temple is not something that people like you can beg!"

Tianjiu seemed to be frightened, holding a bowl in one hand, patting the ground with the other, crying with a handful of snot and tears: "Oh, Holy Buddha, look at your disciple, commanding, prestigious, without the slightest mercy, I hold your purple gold bowl, but I can't get a mouthful of wine and meat, you have eyes in the sky, you must kill him with thunder!

The crying was terrible, and it spread for more than ten miles, and even the more than ten guard monks who were sitting at the gate and chanting the scriptures with their eyes closed were all convulsed after hearing the cry.

The sloppy old monk turned over a few times, rolled to Tianjiu, grinned and spoke, revealing his empty front teeth.

"Hey, hey, little monk, this is what you're wrong! With a broken bowl, you want to eat and drink, Famen Temple is a holy place, you know that the old man has been crawling and rolling here for more than a hundred years, and now he is still a low-level sweeping novice, not even a gatekeeper. Listen to the old man's words, go out and turn right, with your ability, you will definitely be able to mix well!"

"Uh, old man, you can't fool me! Ninety-nine-nine-nine, your status is really low enough!"

Tianjiu pulled the corner of the old monk's robe, patted the dust on it, glanced at the numbers on it, shook his head and said.

The old monk hurriedly put away the corner of his robe, rubbed it on the ground a few times, and after completely covering up the number, he laughed again: "Hehe, little monk, you are a thief enough, you actually know how to check the old man's number." Alas, yes, the old man is a sweeper, of course, he can only be ranked last, ninety-nine-nine-nine, in the eyes of the monks of Famen Temple, it is the smallest, but when the old man goes out of the door, it is the biggest!"

"Po Chen, what are you talking about with him, I'll kick you to death!" The relieved monk standing on the side snorted, his body shook, and he came to the old monk's body, raised his big foot, and kicked on the old monk's body.

The old monk screamed, flew more than ten feet away, and lay on the ground trembling.

"You don't get out yet!" the broad-hearted monk raised his foot again, making a gesture to kick Tianjiu.

"Okay, okay! Don't kick it! I'll go!" Tianjiu cried and rolled to the old monk's side.

"Hey, hey, old man, aren't you afraid of being kicked all day long?" Tianjiu asked heartlessly, lying beside the old monk.

"Alas, there's no way, who called the old man incapable, and has no status, it's been a hundred years, and he's still a sweeping monk!

"Old man, you have no conscience, you fooled my spar and made the master a poor bastard, and now you actually changed your words and said that you won't take me to mix. Okay, don't you take me with you, I'll consume you every day, so you can't sweep the floor, hehe! I think it's strange that the relieved master doesn't beat you into a pig's head every day!"

"Ah, boy, you don't bring such viciousness, do you? The old man just said to take you to the gate of Famen Temple, but he didn't say to take you with you!"

The old monk cried out sadly.