Chapter 114 Vatican

In the winery, there are many monks going back and forth, drinking by themselves, or calling friends, three or five groups, forty-five party members, talking about heaven and earth, or three or five gossip, some Taoist scriptures, Taoist cultivation, strange experiences, and self-understanding.

This is no different from the mortals of secular opinions. On the contrary, it is also like the free days of monasticism, which will make people forget today's troubled times and permeate the blood of the world.

However, after all, the people gathered in this city are all monks, and the food is attracted by extraordinary people.

Meat is taken from monsters, vegetables and fruits are all kinds of spiritual materials, spiritual fruits, wine, and other than those made of top-quality materials. If they fall into the common world, I'm afraid they will be called "agar jade liquid" and immortals in heaven.

The young man with black hair and waist-length sat quietly on a table. On the table was a bottle of crystal jade wine pot, which was full of wine like agar. From time to time, he stretched out his hand and poured a full glass and drank it all. The monks around him saw that he returned to nature, but his body seemed to contain a heinous evil and did not dare to disturb him. He sat alone at a table, and no one wanted to get close to him.

"Why do you think there are so many old devils gathered here? Is it possible that something big will happen?"

A table not far away, a monk suddenly asked in a low voice.

"Shh, whisper, don't mention this kind of thing. Nowadays, the world is turbulent, and the demons have been born. Are there still few strong yuan gods who have fallen in these two years? Ants like ours can be run over with their fingers.

A monk interrupted his conversation, stretched out his hand to his mouth, signaled everyone to silence, half silent, and whispered, "Although I don't know why these heroes and demons came here, I think it should be some great treasure or something, but I know one thing. You know the past. The world-class strong six empty god monk? His cultivation surpassed the yuan god and became the open ancient hero in the secret world.

"Six Kong God Monk?"

The monks on the table took a deep breath and held their breath. Their eyes were all terrified. They looked at the talking monks together and couldn't wait.

The monk who spoke drank himself and was a little satisfied with everyone's faces. He slowly said, "It is to create the big day glazed heart formula and become the six empty gods and monks of the big day Buddha Yuans. The Maitreya sect, which was once established by the world's powerful people, is in our Yanzhou, but later (via) experienced several turbulence and destroyed by Once, however, as a world-class strongman in the secret world, the rumored Maitreya secret land has not been found, and I don't know how many fairy treasures and cultivation methods are left behind. Now such a great turmoil in our Yanzhou, perhaps the secret place left by the Liukong monk has been found.

When the practitioners heard this, they took a look at each other and were all stunned. The whole restaurant was silent. They buried their heads in drinking, and they were all deaf and silent.

The talking monk was also interested and suddenly felt that he had spoken. At the thought of the consequences, his face was pale, and cold sweat flowed down from his forehead, which made his heart cold.

The dark-haired young man sitting drinking raised his head slightly, raised a glass, and pulled out the wine in the glass. His indifferent face seemed to have a silent smile on his face.

Suddenly, a figure disappeared quickly and didn't know where to get in. He sat next to the black-haired young man without looking at Su Qin, and then shouted loudly: "Quickly give the fairy wine, such as dragon liver and phoenix gall in your store to the monk and me. His grandma's, today Poor monk, I'm fucking going to have a good meal. The old bald donkeys in the mountain beat me to death and don't give me meat to eat meat to the monk. I'm fucking his spicy mother, old bald donkey, old bald donkey.

The black-haired young man looked sideways and couldn't help but be surprised.

This is actually a young monk in a gray monk's robe. He was born a creation of heaven and earth. He has a big bald head, as warm as jade, handsome and elegant, but he is full of mud. He must be a white monk's robe. He was dressed like this by him, with a string of white beads hanging on his chest, cursing carelessly. , it turned out to be scolding, and there was no monk's appearance, which was really strange.

If you don't look at this monk's robe and listen to his words, I'm afraid he is a beautiful man who fascinates all sentient beings.

When the young man looked at the monk, he narrowed his eyes slightly and thought in his heart, "This man's strong magic power, even if it is better to give in more than the second old man of Yin Tu. He is also a monk who has become a yuan god. It seems that this matter is more and more interesting."

This monk has strong magic power and has returned to its true nature and condensed into a yuan god. If he is not a strong man, he can't see it at all.

When the shopkeeper heard his words, a white-bearded monk shook his head. There were more and more monks coming and going these days, and there were not many strange people among them. He didn't feel strange, so he ordered to go and get ready.

"Hey, brother, how about this wine? Can you give me a bite? Spicy mother, those bald donkeys in the mountains are simply abusive. I have to let the young master and I be a vegetarian. I pooh his face. What's the difference between eating meat and vegetarian? Grass elves are also creatures, beasts and birds, not also creatures. It's really a theory, grandma ."

The warm young monk looked at the wine pot in front of Su Qin's table, swallowing saliva in his throat, and his mouth was extremely greedy.

The black-haired young man felt a little interested when he heard his words. He waved his hand with an indifferent expression, signaling him to be casual.

"Spicy mom, that's so good. The taste of this wine is killing me."

The young monk stretched out his hand, grabbed the wine pot, and poured the wine. For a moment, the wine splashed everywhere, flowing along the monk's neck and mouth, which simply ruined his face.

The monks in the wine shop looked at the drinking monk with some amusedness. Only the black-haired young man seemed to mind, with a flat expression and no waves.

You should know that there are seven precepts in Buddhism, abstain from killing, greed, delusion, alcohol, luxury and laziness.

But this monk was also strange. As soon as he came, he broke the drinking law, eating meat, and breaking the killing.

At this time, the shopkeeper of the white-bearded monk and a large number of little monks put up all kinds of food, such as the wings of the spiritual crane, the palm of the burning bear, the meat of the spiritual clam in the sea, all kinds of spiritual materials, all of which were unusual things, a large number of Yuanjing.

The young monk had no demeanor, let alone the calmness of a monk. He avoided his sleeves, nibbled at the thigh meat of a ten thousand iron antelope, and sucked the soup boiled by Jiuhe carp in one bite. His mouth was full of oil, and his cheeks were bulging.

The brunette still drinks by himself.

"Hey, brother, you can also take a bite. This Jiuhe carp is a good thing. It is a spirit that can turn into a dragon for thousands of years. It tastes better to taste the thigh meat of this ten thousand iron antelope. The hamstrings are powerful, but it is a good product." The young monk handed a thigh meat to the dark-haired young man.

The dark-haired young man took the thigh meat to his hand without saying a word. He bit off the meat, chewed it for a while, and swallowed his stomach.

I only feel that this meat muscle is powerful, but it is not too soft. On the contrary, it tastes more and more delicious, which is a God-given good product.

"Hey, brother, what's your name? Why don't you talk? Spicy mother, we are also brothers who drink and eat meat together. In the future, who will provoke you and fight with my little master, ah, no, I will also call the poor monk and smash him on the head, and I don't even know him.

The young monk said, scolding, and the banditry was extremely angry. In the blink of an eye, it seemed that he had become a brother who shared life and death with the young man in black.

The black-haired young man looked up slightly, still motionless, like an abyss without any waves.

When the young monk saw that the young man did not speak, he was a little distressed and suddenly laughed again: "Master, ah, it's the poor monk who forgot the etiquette. Let me introduce myself first. My name is Sanskrit, Sanskrit, the four empty. This name has no momentum at all. It was given to me by the old bald donkey. In fact, the mother. Er, I don't like poor monks at all.

As soon as the monks heard it, they almost staggered, slandered themselves, and the four were empty, and there were many monks who ate meat and drank.

"To be, I am a subordinate of the Seven Treasure Sect. The second generation of the bald donkey who practices the Great Sorrow Nirvana Sutra. No, it's a monk. Anyway, that's what the old bald donkey told me."

The young monk remembered something that didn't say anything and said it carelessly.

At this time, the dark-haired young man raised his head gently and stared at the young monk. His black pupil gave people an illusion that it seemed to be glazed.

"My name is Su Qin."

The hoarse voice sounded and came out of the mouth of the dark-haired young man.

All the monks were stunned and had long scolded in their hearts, "Fuck, one is the second monk of the Seven Treasure Sects, one of the ten sects, who practiced the three great heavenly scriptures and the Great Sad Nirvana Sutra, and the other is the demon who killed several strong gods two years ago, and was rewarded by countless spiritual treasures by countless world's. The ferocity of the Red Devil Valley is really ridiculous. I'm still a silent demon, and he is still a withered Zen Taoist.

Although slandered in his heart, everyone suppressed his laughter and did not dare to show it. He caused any trouble, only smiled in his heart.

"Brother Su, it's too late to meet. My admiration for you is the water of the Yellow River, which is endless. Let's just cut off the chicken head and become brothers. In the future, young master, oh no, bah, I will follow you."

The young monk looks careless and hateful.

The black-haired young man still looked as usual and stood up suddenly. He put a few purple crystals on the table with a flick of his fingers, at least enough to pay the price of the ten tables of wine and dishes, and then left, but a pair of eyes that seemed to be glazed looked at the young monk "Fankong" with deep meaning, and then turned around and left. He walked out of the wine shop and disappeared in the vast street.

Under the rain, the sky was like a curtain, and the black figure seemed to disappear into the rain and turned into a beard with heaven and earth.

"Goo."

At this time, the seemingly careless young monk "Fan Kong" swallowed a mouthful of saliva and shed a few drops of sweat on his forehead.

"Spicy mother, the old bald donkey didn't tell me that few of my peers in the world are my opponents. Let me go down the mountain to cross all sentient beings with a heart of great sorrow. On this turbulent day of heaven and earth, I will cross the demons of the world to prove my own way, infinite light, infinite longevity, beyond the sea of suffering, and go straight to the other side. The young master thought it was bright and ten thousand. Father-in-law, you can marry hundreds of wonderful nuns.

"But this is a delusion, old bald donkey, the Buddha you practiced has been cultivated to heaven. This is a big lie, young master, ah, it's a poor monk. As soon as I came out, I met such a cruel guy, my hot mother, just saw 33,000 demons gathered from this guy, constantly roaring, boundless Killing spirit, even heaven and earth are trapped in the nine hells, and the infinite fierce soul is roaring... Poor monk, ah, the young master is still a fart demon. If he crosses this cruel role, I'm afraid that the poor monk will be crossed into a lonely ghost..."

"My good (sexual) life, brocade age, old bald donkey, don't I don't take you so badly. Isn't it just practicing the great universal Buddha light and practicing the "Great Sorrow Nirvana Sutra" in the door, saying that I am a world-class genius, wisdom and Buddha nature, I'm going back. This world is too terrible. I'd better go back to the mountains. Read the scriptures, want to cross, old bald donkey, want to cross, come and cross by yourself, young master, I won't do it."

The young monk muttered a lot, and the monks in the restaurant couldn't hear them clearly and didn't know what they were talking about.

Then the monks suddenly found that when a wind rose, the young monk's figure disappeared, and two purple crystals dropped by the black-haired young men on the table also disappeared, and the rest was just enough to buy a table of wine and vegetables.

And the monks didn't even feel a trace of mana fluctuation, and they didn't even touch their divine consciousness at all. The young monk seemed to teleport and disappeared nowhere.

All the monks were stunned, sweating coldly, and secretly said in their hearts. Fortunately, they did not slander. Otherwise, with such magical power, no one dared to kill the people of a restaurant cleanly.