The dialogue in the mountain temple seems so absurd and nonsensical, but the person who talks is extremely serious.

On the main seat, the man in the bamboo crown and Taoist uniform held a fire copper Ruyi in his hand, and gently placed it in his palm and knocked it.

Opposite him, there was a tall young man, wearing a short dress, thick eyebrows like ink, and a warrior's aura that was hidden but not revealed.

The youth has a good appearance.

The good-looking figure does not mean that he has a picture-like eyebrows and eyes, but that his eyes are as beautiful as gold creeps, which gradually turns dark pupils in the center, which actually bring out a bit of a tiger-like predator.

He raised his chopsticks and picked up the "Jinxiu Duowei Fish" in front of him that looked ugly like a genetic mutation. He didn't care about the different tastes of the steamed and fried fish from beginning to end, so he bit it directly.

He gently pulled out the entire fish bone in his mouth, and the young man looked at the Zhuguan Taoist dissatisfiedly: "There is no Sumei Snapper's head, nor the back of the Dongxing Spotted Bass. You don't even want to put the parrot fish, so you just take the head of the carp, the catfish body and the tail of the grass carp. What's the beautiful and delicious fish?"

Holding the Dan Ling Ruyi, Wei Ye replied with disgust: "I feel that Wei's wine and food are shabby. If you have a plant, don't eat it."

However, this sentence only made the young man cut off his chopsticks faster: "Why don't you eat if someone is willing to treat him to a meal? Although I don't know what you, a strange Taoist priest, want to do, I can see that you have something to ask me now, so it's useless not to eat."

Such a shameless answer was enough to make people jump out of their seats, but the magician did not get angry, but nodded instead: "It's not surprising that my master from your family can say such rogue words."

This made the young man stunned: "Do you know my master?"

This statement was only exchanged for a string of sarcasm: "Fight with me for three consecutive games. Your fist style is like a building demolition, and your gentleness is like a ghost possessed. In the change of hardness and softness, you can't get rid of the ultimate taste. With such a weird style, it is not easy to find a second in the multiverse."

Such a review did not make the young man angry, he just looked behind the magician.

A sword floated beside Wei Ye.

From the body of the sword to the hilt, the sword was wrapped in a piece of elegant silk cloth. I could not see the full picture of the sword, but I could only see the curved green lotus on the pure white silk surface.

It may not be a big deal to say that it is silk cloth, because there are obviously things like necklines and cuffs among the fabric wrapped around the sword.

I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but in the young man’s tiger eyes, he always seems to see a different color, as if the colorless distilled water was poured into hundreds of pigments, combined into yellow bones, bloody flesh, green veins, and pale skin.

But in the blink of an eye, another red fire rose, burning everything clean without any residue.

The scene that was constantly repeated was like a weird visual magic show.

Looking at the unstable phantom on the sword, the young man nodded: "The curse on this sword is really troublesome."

He then turned his face to Wei Ye: "Hey, it's a fire, do you know if my sect is also an expert in solving supernatural monsters. Do you want to place an order for me to help you solve the curse that seals your magic sword?"

Wei Ye looked at him without saying anything. With a slight turn of his hand, an ancient and elegant magic sword came out for no reason. The sword blade was hidden with a clear meaning, the sword body was as smooth as a mirror, and the sword light was as bright as the moon. No matter how you look at it, it was a rare magic weapon.

Looking at the ancient sword, the young man suddenly stopped talking, picked up the knife and fork beside him, cut open the belly of a plate of roast goose in front of him, picked up a small bird that was brewed in the belly of the roast goose and ate it: "The taste of this flower bird is not right!"

Wei Ye rolled his eyes and replied, "This is not the Hehua Bird, this is the sparrow in Jingyanggang. Since it is a poor wine and food, it cannot serve any Sumei Bird and Dongxing Ban, so how can there be Hehua Bird?"

Fish with stew and goose belly brewed with birds are all exquisite and ingenious delicacies. Even if they are placed in Bianliang, they are enough to be used as imperial meals. However, in the eyes of young people, the bamboo-capped Taoist's mouth is extremely shabby to entertain guests.

Such conversations and such diet made Wu Song, who was hidden outside the mountain temple, have some strange associations.

At this moment, he saw the two people sitting opposite each other in the mountain temple raise their wine glasses and raise them from a distance. The wine smell in the glass rippled slightly, and it actually penetrated into his nose.

He would never make mistakes about that smell again. It was the scent of the bottle he drank in the hotel under Jingyanggang before!

Thinking of the complaints from the owner of the shop before, Wu Song was no longer confused. He raised the whistle and stepped into the mountain temple with one kick, shouting: "What a thief, what a good bird man, but you are doing something on this Jingyanggang!"

Unexpectedly, the Taoist Master of Zhuguan just sat upright and smiled at the young man, "This tiger-killing hero is here, you are in a match today."

While talking and laughing, the young man jumped up suddenly, his figure flashed, and passed Wu Song's whistle, frowned and retorted: "It's arson. I have the word tiger in my name, but it's not a real tiger. How could he be my opponent?"

The Taoist Zhuguan raised the red copper Ruyi in his hand and pointed at Wu Song, saying, "This man was originally a hero from Qinghe County. As the saying goes, "Don't say anything, don't talk about gossip, but show off the hero Wu Erlang. Wu Song was wandering outside for a year and wanted to go home to visit..."

The bamboo-crowned Taoist knocked the red copper Ruyi on the silver plate, singing vigorously, and the young man spat at him: "Who wants to listen to you, an inauthentic Shandong quick-pun?"

As he spoke, his five fingers had already slid towards the whistle stick sweeping from Wu Song's hand, but he saw his five fingers like claws, and in a blink of an eye he passed by Wu Song.

But it was only after this mistake that Wu Song realized that the whistle stick in his hand lightened. He looked closely and saw that the whistle stick in his hand had turned into broken wood shavings as thick as hair, and it was not in shape!

Seeing this scene, the Taoist Master of the Bamboo Cap nodded: "Wood knife cracking technique, or should it be said that the wooden knife cracks the claws? Sure enough, in addition to the strange boxing techniques of your own school, the martial arts you have learned are also these strange tricks."

While speaking, he waved impatiently: "We have not finished our business yet. Why are you delaying here? Send Wu Erlang earlier and finish the matter sooner."

As if this urging had effect, the young man with tiger eyes turned around and his breath suddenly converged invisibly.

Wu Song felt that the person in front of him disappeared in a blink of an eye, and then he felt a pain in the back of his head, and he was in an instant and he was confused about the situation!

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Under Jingyanggang, the owner of the shop who has been stinking all these days feels that his luck has been very unhappy recently.

When I got up in the morning, I just pushed open the store door, but I saw a young man lying on his face. His clothes were already torn into pieces. Except for a pair of trousers on his crotch, he could not find any complete clothes.

And beside this man, there was a mustached Taoist priest wearing a yellow bamboo treasure crown and a green brocade Taoist uniform.

The Taoist priest was carrying a sword wrapped in silk on his shoulder, holding a red copper Ruyi in his hand, and threw it to him with a smile: "This man passed by the mountain temple at night, but was accidentally injured by Shanzi and was rescued by someone. There were injuries and clothes in this bag. You woke him up on my behalf and sent this rash man to himself."

"Shanzi" is a tiger, but the owner of the shop looked at the Jingyanggang, which was only ten feet high, and looked at the not-so-dense forest, and thought to himself: "Where does the tiger come from such a short hill?"

But before he could ask in detail, the bamboo-capped Taoist turned around and was covered with clouds, and it disappeared in a blink of an eye.

The owner was shocked when he saw this scene and sat down on the ground. After a while, he screamed: "Grandpa Mountain God appears!"

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After crossing Jingyanggang, Yanggu County is Yanggu County.

Yanggu County is not too prosperous, but there are several small streets, some shops and restaurants, showing a scene of prosperity.

Among these small streets, there is Zishi Street, and there are mostly small businessmen living on both sides of the street, so those families with ancestral real estate seem to be happier than others.

Wang Po, who runs a small teahouse, belongs to this kind of family-owned class.

Since Wang Po opened a tea shop, he naturally had the skills to order tea soup. Now it is the hot summer time, and all kinds of cold drinks are sold best. However, a small place like Yanggu County does not supply ice cellars for small tea shops. So when it comes to summer, Wang Po would get up early, boil the plum soup, fragrant flavour and other summer drinks early, and then put them in the water tank to cool down.

This job is not easy, she has to get up at the third day of the day and prepare early.

On this day, she was still busy in the tea house, accompanied by various summer drinks, but she saw an old monk wearing a five-Buddhist crown, a cassock, and a tin staff in her hand, walking slowly on the street.

At this moment, it was not yet dawn, but the old monk's figure was clearly revealed in the darkness.

Behind the old monk, there was a white fox that was a little bigger than a calf, shaking its nine tails and slowly following the old monk.

On the back of the white fox, there was a beauty with a high bun, wearing a plain white gauze dress, shaking in the wind, holding a big bead in one hand and a sword in the other, and it looked a bit inviolable.

The old monk pointed to the room next to the small teahouse and said to the beauty on the back of the nine-tailed white fox, "Goddess, this is where you are born. Your father in this life is a short man selling cooked cakes, and your mother is a woman who has been robbed of slavery."

After the old monk said that, he sighed with compassion: "The woman was born with a charming body, and was naturally beautiful but unwilling to be a girl in the house. Fortunately, her mistress was always jealous. When she saw her husband's intention of stealing fish, she forced her husband to put a dowry and married her to this short man who sold pancakes. After the two got married, they couldn't stand the gossip of the sluts in their hometown, so they moved to Yanggu County to live in a rental house."

"The short man went out to sell pancakes every day, so she was a girl at home. Although their lives were a bit hard, they were very peaceful, which was suitable for the place where the goddess was born."

Having said that, the old monk turned his face and looked at the woman riding a white fox in front of him, and said half pity and half compassion: "Goddess, although you have re-entered the samsara and received the fertility, the six karma wheels you hold have been destroyed. Only the human realm can not wash away the three poisonous delusions of your previous life, and all the past are like seeds of poisonous fruits, spreading to the heart. The future is a blessing or a disaster. I dare not decide, but I hope the heavenly woman will do it myself."

After the old monk said that, he clasped his hands and bowed to the woman riding the white fox, then turned around and left.

Only the woman riding a white fox was left, looking at the house, and then the person and the fox turned into a brilliant Buddha light, covering the small building next door.

Wang Po was shocked and was about to walk out of the tea shop to take a closer look, but she accidentally tripped down. When she fell over, she suddenly woke up and found that she had fallen into the tea shop at some point.

But at this moment, she smelled an extremely sweet fragrance and was coming from the small building next door.

A few days later, the wife of Wu Jia's wife next door came from news that it was a night dream to send a bead. When she woke up, the room was full of Qixiang and became pregnant.

But Wang Po is so worldly, but he dare not talk about the things he dreamed of at night in detail.

A few days later, Wang Po saw Wu Da's brother coming to join his brother. When he saw the heroic and tall Wu Erlang, he saw the short and ugly Wu Dalang and the neighbors on Zishi Street, all of them were amazed. When Wu Da saw his brother, he was naturally happy and wanted to serve his neighbors to dinner. As a lot of errands disturbed him, Wang Po forgot about this matter a little.

However, in the small building next door, the Wuhan and Da couple quarreled over the brother who had defected to the door but could not find a living, which made the neighbors and neighbors unable to calm down.

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The ordinary days of ordinary people are like this. There will be no changes in the past thousand years and the next thousand years.

On this day, Wang Po was still cooking tea in the tea house. Unexpectedly, thunder sounded rumbling in the sky. Then, lightning that seemed to tear apart the sky and covered people's vision.

Even Wang Po felt that she had never seen such an amazing scene before, so she couldn't help but chant a few words about Buddha in a low voice.

After lightning, there will naturally be rain, but after such lightning, only the tiny light rain falls.

The rain drizzled, leaving a rain line on the eaves, and the sound of the rain was even more like a cry, making the old woman Wang Po feel a little sad.

The ordinary days of ordinary people are like this. There will be no changes in the past thousand years and the next thousand years.

On this day, Wang Po was still cooking tea in the tea house. Unexpectedly, thunder sounded rumbling in the sky. Then, lightning that seemed to tear apart the sky and covered people's vision.

Even Wang Po felt that she had never seen such an amazing scene before, so she couldn't help but chant a few words about Buddha in a low voice.

After lightning, there will naturally be rain, but after such lightning, only the tiny light rain falls.
Chapter completed!