At the end of the bamboo forest, a protruding area appeared, a huge rock, as if a human tongue was poked out of his lips, just above the tip of the tongue, which was at the end of the rock, and a bald monk sat upright with his back facing everyone.

Judging from the back, the monk should be quite old, with a thin body, a little hunched back, and the monk's robe he wore looked a little dirty, as if there were a few small patches on his back. Compared with the Master Huikong in front of him, his clothes were naturally much worse.

As soon as he saw this thin back, Master Huikong slowed down, tidied up his cassock, and then walked towards the thin figure.

Huikong, who asked you to bring people here? Didn’t you say that when I was sitting in meditation, no one could disturb you? You guy seems to be disobedient. Believe it or not, uncle slap you kid in the ass.

The thin figure must be the legendary Master Lefan. He raised his hand and actually held a gourd in his hand. He raised his neck and took a sip, saying without looking back, obviously a little unhappy.

Old Liu sniffed and smelled a familiar smell. It was clearly the smell of wine. I couldn't help but be stunned. In modern terms, the three views were completely destroyed. The rumored Master Lefan was actually drinking. Isn't it a Buddhist precept? As a Buddhist, and he is of such a high seniority, how can he drink?

Not only did Old Liu smell the smell of wine, but Wu Feng also smelled it. His surprise was no smaller than Old Liu. This old monk not only drank, but also spoke in a mess. He didn't have a straight face. He also said that he was hitting Master Huikong's butt. Master Huikong was old and was about the same age as his master Qingfeng Taoist. It was hard to imagine what happened to Master Huikong being spanked by that thin old man.

In an instant, the image of the peerless monk who had accumulated in Wu Feng's mind collapsed instantly, and it was really collapsed, not at all.

Master Huikong's face turned red and he looked very embarrassed. He smiled apologetically at Wu Feng and Lao Liu, who had opened their mouths and couldn't close them. Then he walked over quickly and grabbed the wine gourd in the hand of the thin monk. He said with great resentment: Oh, Uncle Fan, you said you were sitting here and not letting people come to disturb him. He was actually hiding here to drink. Some time ago, didn't I tell you that you can't drink wine anymore? We are Buddhists, drinking is a great precept. Why don't you listen to your advice?

Bad boy, you still know that I am your uncle. If you don’t let me drink in the temple, you can only run to this cliff to drink. If you run here, you won’t let me drink. Then I will jump down to this cliff to drink. Do you believe it?

As Master Lefan said, he stood up and made a move to jump down the cliff, but Master Huikong grabbed his arm and begged: Uncle Master, don’t scare my nephew, I’m just you, you’re the only uncle. My nephew returns you the wine gourd, don’t jump.
Chapter completed!