"Amitabha! I'm exhausted!" Following a deep Buddha's call, a young monk wearing moon-white robes entered the gate of Blackstone Town carrying a Zen staff as thick as an arm.
This monk has handsome features and a free and unrestrained expression. He seems to have the potential to be a love monk or something like a wonderful monk. However, his clothes at this time are a bit messy. The moon-white monk's robe is in tatters and stained with blood, and his face is even more shabby.
It's all black and gray.
The most bizarre thing is that there are two extremely ugly monster beast corpses hanging on the top of his Zen staff, dangling on it.
"Thank you, little master!" Chen Yuxiang signaled Xie Luying to stay in the hall and not move. He came out first and said with a smile: "Master came from the east. I guess he was transported to the Swamp of Sorrow, right?"
The Swamp of Sorrows is an area 4,000 miles east of Blackstone Town. There are swamps everywhere and it is extremely difficult to pass. The most troublesome thing is that there is a strange monster called a mud monster. Its shape is the same as mud, and its aura is
They are also extremely hidden. Although they are only first- and second-level low-level monsters, they are superior in number.
Although it can't be compared with the Blade Desert, it is still quite dangerous in the area where disciples are transported during the Qi Refining Stage. Looking at the young monk's appearance, it is obvious that he has suffered a lot there.
"Thank you for your hard work, donor!" Seeing that someone had been in the town for a long time, the young monk seemed to be very happy. He smiled slightly, showing his neat white teeth: "The poor monk Fazheng came from the Swamp of Sorrow. Alas, he is not lucky.
! Damn it, the little monk is almost exhausted!"
"Fa Zheng?" Xie Luying in the hall whispered in her heart. Is this the monastic genius who is as famous as the Little Saint of Danyang, a perverted existence with 4 spiritual roots and more than 6 points, known as the Blood Monk?
After meeting Chen Yuxiang, the young monk Fazheng did not enter the main hall directly. Instead, he sat cross-legged on the ground, took the body of a mud monster from the top of his Zen staff, and then reached out and flicked it, and a burst of real fire erupted from his palm.
came out.
"Quick!" the young monk shouted, and the real fire in his palm suddenly spit out for several feet, turning into a blazing flame several feet high. Then, he threw it casually, and the body of the mud monster flew above the flames.
Hover.
After a while, there was an extremely strange smell in the air.
"Master Fazheng, what are you doing? Do you want to eat this?" Chen Yuxiang's face trembled and he couldn't help but ask.
"The donor is indeed smart!" Monk Fazheng took out a few vials from his pocket, sprinkled the powder inside on the corpse of the mud monster, and said with a smile: "Buddha said that all living beings are equal. These living beings include
I killed people and monsters. Since this monster wants to eat the meat of the poor monks, and now the poor monks eat their meat, I think the Buddha will not blame me. If this donor is interested, you can also try it, how about
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"Strong, really too strong!" Chen Yuxiang thought to himself: "This guy even carries the seasonings with him. It seems that he often does this kind of thing on weekdays. He seems to be a very interesting little monk!"
But looking at the corpse of the mud monster with light green liquid constantly flowing out, Chen Yuxiang really had no appetite. He shook his head repeatedly and said: "Master's kindness, I accept it! You can do whatever you want!"
Fazheng smiled slightly and looked at the body of the mud monster with burning eyes: "It smells very fragrant now, and it will definitely smell even better later. I'm so looking forward to it..."
"What does it smell like?" A slightly surprised and cold female voice sounded outside the door, and then, a girl of fifteen or sixteen years old walked in.
This young girl has a peerless appearance, and her slightly childish face carries a sense of calmness and solemnity. She is none other than the holy girl of the Danyang Sect.
This girl came from the northwest. 3,000 miles northwest of North Grassland is a desolate area called Shuofengyuan. The danger inside is not much worse than the Swamp of Sorrows. However, looking at the girl's white clothes still fluttering, it seems that
There was no trouble. Obviously, this girl's strength is not low.
When the girl saw Chen Yuxiang for the first time, an imperceptible strange color flashed through her eyes. She nodded slightly to Chen Yuxiang, then turned her head and saw the young monk who was grilling the mud monster.
Seeing the monster slowly flipping on the real fire, the girl's expression froze and she asked in a confused tone: "What, what is this?"
"Nothing, this little Master Fazheng is cooking barbecue!" Chen Yuxiang said with a slight smile.
"Barbecue?" The girl smelled the weird fragrance in the air and looked at the corpse of the monster in the green water. Finally, she couldn't help but let out a cry, lowered her head and vomited desperately.
"What a beauty!" The young monk who was concentrating on the bbq turned back to look at the girl, his eyes immediately straightened, and he shouted quickly: "Girl, this poor monk is the Fazheng of the Shaolin sect. Do you dare to ask the girl her name?"
"I, I am..." The girl reluctantly raised her head, her face was pale, and she was about to say something. When she saw the mud monster on the real fire, she immediately turned around and ran to the corner, and continued to vomit desperately.
"Little Master, you scared the beauty!" Chen Yuxiang said with a slight smile.
"Oh? Oh!" Only then did Fazheng react. He quickly put away the real fire and threw the semi-ripe barbecue mud monster a few hundred meters away from Blackstone Town. Then he also threw the one on the Zen staff.
Throw it out.
Seeing his dirty monk's robe, Fazheng's expression changed slightly. He stretched out his hand and found that he had already put on a brand new moon-white monk's robe, and the dirty monk's robe had already been in his hands.
Then, Fazheng hit his face with a series of spells. After a moment, his extremely delicate skin was exposed, and the dirt on his face was gathered into a ball as big as an egg, and together with the tattered monk's robes,
A streak of black light disappeared into the horizon.
"Handsome!" Fazheng's moves were so coherent that Chen Yuxiang couldn't help but admire him.
Fazheng looked at himself with his spiritual consciousness and was quite satisfied with his current image. He walked up to the girl who was vomiting against the wall and said softly: "Girl, don't vomit, be careful not to vomit and damage your body. The Shaolin Sect of the Poor Monk
Okay, haven't you asked the girl her name yet?"
The girl stood up with support, glanced at Fazheng, and said with some displeasure: "Monks in the secular world also know not to kill or eat meat, but you are still a practicing person, and you act so recklessly. What kind of monk are you?
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"Meat is what I want, and beauty is what I want. You can't have both. If you give up the meat and take the beauty..." Fazheng murmured without being anxious or annoyed, shaking his head.
"Hi!" Xie Luying, who had been listening for a long time in the main hall, finally couldn't help but laugh. When she walked out of the door and flicked her hand, the strange smell of mud in the courtyard was driven out of the town: "You monk, it seems that
Not only is he a fair-weather monk, but he is also a flower monk! If you open your mouth to be a beautiful woman and keep your mouth shut, do you still want to get married?"
"Ah..." Seeing another woman with peerless beauty, Fazheng's eyes lit up and he murmured: "Another beauty! It seems that the Buddha has really appeared!"
"Haha, girl, don't pay attention to this little flower monk! I am Xie Luying from Wudang Sect. The more handsome one is my eldest brother Shen Han. I wonder what my sister's name is?" Xie Luying walked towards the girl and said with a smile. .
"My name is Lan Ping'er, I was taught by Danyang." The girl said with a faint smile.
"Lan Ping'er, Xie Luying, what a beautiful name!" Fazheng came over with a smile and said: "Poor monk Fazheng of the Shaolin sect, Miss Ping'er, are you the saint from the Danyang Sect?"
"Blood Monk Fazheng?" Lan Ping'er asked in surprise, thinking that she was very familiar with this name.
"Haha, what a pity! If our Wudang sect bad boy named Chen also comes, three geniuses from the younger generation of the three major sects will gather here." Xie Luying looked at the two and chuckled: "But, I This Brother Shen is also an absolute genius!"
"The bad boy surnamed Chen? Are you talking about the little guy named Chen Yuxiang? I have also heard that being able to enter the Demon-Slaying Formation to practice is really enviable. But as for his strength, this kind of quick boy is probably It's still a little short of that!" Fazheng's face showed a look of confidence: "If I could really meet this little guy, I would like to learn from him. To be honest, if Smurfette was not a woman, I would I also want to discuss with you!"
"Haha, the blood monk's reputation as a belligerent is well-deserved. But if we have a competition, I would be willing to accompany him!" Unexpectedly, the girl named Lan Ping'er listened to Fazheng's words, and her beautiful eyes Zhong unexpectedly also immediately showed his fiery fighting spirit.
"Forget it, I won't fight with beautiful women!" Fazheng said repeatedly: "If you want to compare, there will be plenty of opportunities in the future! In this land of immortal ruins, time is precious, and I think Smurfette is losing a lot of money, so it's better to enter the secret room early. ,Recover your skills!"
Lan Ping'er was still about to insist, but suddenly, a rough voice rang out: "Haha, it seems that people from the three major sects have come to Blackstone Town! I don't know if the boy named Chen is there!"