The sun sets in the west.

Next to the muddy path, there is a wine shop. The dusty wine flags are flying in the wind, and it is so dirty that it is difficult to see its true color.

Although it is located in a remote place, the capital city is a few miles to the south, and there are many people coming and going. They rest and recuperate, and the business is not bad.

But the past few days have been unlucky. It has been raining continuously and there have been several autumn rains. Few people take this road anymore. Business is deserted. There is only one monk in the huge shop.

This monk looks honest and sits honestly, but what he eats is dishonest. A monk is actually eating meat.

He ate in secret, like a thief. After one bite, he glanced cautiously from side to side, as if he was afraid of being looked at. Then he took another bite. The shopkeeper next to him laughed and said he was really a weirdo.

The monk is very dirty. The monk's clothes are full of dirt. I don't know if they are oil stains or blood stains. Some are black and some are white, some are darker and some are shallow. The straw sandals on his feet are even more dirty. There are holes in the front of the shoes and they are stained with mud.

The big toe was wagging back and forth restlessly. He was really slovenly. If business hadn't been bleak, the store wouldn't want such customers.

The monk was sitting neatly, with his head lowered, eating meat, like a shy little daughter-in-law.

It is early autumn now, and the roadside is already somewhat desolate, the cicadas are chirping sadly, and the autumn wind is bleak.

The monk was eating, but for some reason, he seemed to notice something strange. He shrank his neck unconsciously, as if he felt cold, and then glanced outside unexpectedly.

But with just one glance, he regretted it.

I saw two people walking on the muddy road. The ground was very dirty, but their clothes were very clean. Not only were their clothes clean, but their shoes and socks were also clean, with only a few mud stains on them.

Like him, he looks like he crawled out of a cesspit.

What's even more shocking is that one of the people didn't wear shoes. Not only did this man have no shoes, his bare feet were as pure as white jade. His eyelids jumped wildly and the hand holding the cake trembled.

There were two people, one in front and one in back, one wearing shoes and one wearing green clothes.

Because of this glance, the two people who were just passing by, or to be precise, the barefooted person, suddenly felt something, glanced slightly sideways, looked over, and then left with the expression of a monk crying in mourning.

Come in.

The monk seemed to be getting colder. He shrank his body and head. If the table hadn't been too small, he might have been able to hide under the table.

"Are you a monk?"

The barefoot man in green clothes came over and sat down with a smile, but the man in shoes behind him only dared to stand.

The monk buried his head, ate the cake in small bites, and said "hmm" in his nose.

"Then you still eat meat?"

The man in green asked again.

The monk continued "Hmm".

"So you are a fair-weather monk!"

The man in green clapped his hands and smiled.

The monk finally raised his head a little and said in a low voice: "The monk only ate meat and did not drink alcohol. Besides, there is only meat in this shop and nothing else. The monk is very hungry!"

He looked at the person in front of him, his words were trembling inexplicably, and his body was shaking even more, because this person not only had extremely eye-catching white hair, but also wore a cold ice sculpture mask, and those feet, he just

I have seen that the other person seems to be walking on the ground step by step, but every time he lands, his feet are always a few inches away from the ground. How can he be walking in the air?

Duan is a very evil person.

Sweat broke out on the monk's forehead.

"Haha, monk, don't you know how to lie? You really admitted it when you said you eat meat!"

The man in Tsing Yi laughed again and again, as if he had seen something interesting.

The monk finally raised his head. His voice was still so small, but his tone was very serious: "The honest monk has always been honest and has never lied in his life!"

He looked again at the man in brocade clothes standing with shoes on. This man was very thin and lean. He half lowered his head and half bent his waist, as if he was frozen and motionless. Then he looked at the wine shop again.

When I saw the stall owner, I saw that the stall owner had stopped moving. He was sitting there in a daze. He was not dead, but seemed to be asleep, but his eyes were still open and empty.

Finally, he looked at the person sitting in front of him.

The shop was originally very dirty, how can a small shop like this be clean, but as soon as the person sat down, the dark restaurant seemed to become a little brighter and cleaner.

"The benefactor?"

The honest monk also asked.

"Huh? Haha...haha..."

The person opposite was stunned at first, and then started laughing. He laughed forward and back, wildly, and his body trembled with the laughter.

Amidst the laughter, the man in Tsing Yi whispered: "I don't know whether the monk is honest or not, but I know you must have gained a pair of eyes for nothing. Why don't you pull off your tricks and let me show you?"

The honest monk was so frightened that his whole body trembled, his face turned pale with fright, and he covered his eyes hurriedly.

"How about this? You help me do something, and I'll keep your eyes on you for the time being. How about that?"

Qing Yi said with a smile.

The honest monk first opened his fingers, glanced at the man through his fingers, and whispered: "What's the matter?"

"Have you seen this person behind me? Help me bring him to the capital to show Lu Xiaofeng!"

The masked man in green pointed at the man in brocade standing beside him.

But the next scene made the honest monk dumbfounded. He saw the man in green clothes in front of him raised his right hand and spread his fingers. When he was confused, the other man raised his index finger first, and the man in brocade clothes immediately straightened his waist.

, trembled his tail finger again, and the man in Jinyi raised his head and raised his thumb again. A smile appeared on the originally expressionless face of the man in Jinyi.

Under the horrifying gaze of the honest monk, the man in Tsing Yi couldn't help but trembling his fingers, while the man in Jin Yi standing beside him just turned around in the wine shop like a puppet, not only jumping and jumping, crying and laughing, but also

He flew through the air and pounced on birds, displaying an extremely light skill.

Not only did the honest monk's face turn pale, but his lips also turned white. He couldn't help wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, just because he had recognized the identity of the man in brocade in front of him. He was the most famous person in the world for his outstanding qinggong. But now

, turned into a puppet in the hands of others and was manipulated by others. This scene is simply chilling.

"The king of thieves, Sikong reaches for the stars?"

"I am!"

What's even more weird is that the man in Jinyi answered him, his words were stiff and wooden, and he didn't look like a living person.

"Is he dead?"

The honest monk didn't even want to eat the meat, so he asked in a low voice.

The man in Tsing Yi didn't speak, but it was the man in Jin Yi who spoke, and this time his tone of voice was like a living person.

"I'm not dead, I just bet with him whether I can break his acupoints!"

"Then it looks like you lost miserably!"

The honest monk opened his mouth subconsciously. He had never heard of such a terrifying acupuncture technique in the world, which could allow people to manipulate it. He murmured: "Betting is not a good idea. Monk never wants to bet with anyone else in his life!"

"Then guess, will Lu Xiaofeng win the bet?"

The man in green asked with a smile.

The honest monk just shook his head like a rattle.

"The monk didn't guess, the monk just sent him to the capital and brought him to Lu Xiaofeng!"

The implication is that he has agreed.

The man in Tsing Yi nodded and blinked again.

"After sending it off, I'll treat you to a meal, monk. I'll keep it in mind that you'll never eat it in your life!"

The honest monk nodded first, then shook his head hurriedly, and said: "Why should the monk listen to you?"

The man in green laughed heartily.

"Because I am a Bodhisattva!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the monk was dumbfounded. The figure of the man in green clothes floated like floating leaves, turned into a wisp of smoke like the wind, and fell into the bleak wind in an instant, disappearing.

After being stunned for a long time, the owner of the wine shop came to life again, as if he had not noticed anything, but the monk frantically raised his hand and slapped himself several times, grinning in pain, then put down the food money and carried it aside.
Chapter completed!