The three Ming kings saw that the Buddha girl was furious, and the Great Compassion Ming King recited a Buddha horn, but did not dissuade him, but walked silently towards the backyard, and his back lost the momentum when he appeared before.

King Da Hui Ming twisted the Buddha beads in his hand, his fingertips were slightly impatient, he also turned around and prepared to leave, King Da Zhi Ming stepped forward, his emotions overflowed on his face, and he said indignantly: "Senior brother, today's matter, it can be said that all the names of my four Ming kings have been lost, I didn't expect Baoshan this old guy, Lingyin Temple was demolished by us, he still has such a big influence, even Nangong Chen's kind of freak can be invited to help, if it weren't for Nangong Chen's troubles, Chen Fan's kid today, it is difficult to escape, now it's good, we went down the mountain, and we were slaughtered a lot by that kid." ”

King Da Hui Ming stopped twisting the Buddha beads, and showed an inexplicable deep smile on his face, "Senior brother, wise man, expect to be in the front, stop at the back, your cultivation is not enough, if you care too much about the fame, why should we do penance? Even if there is no Nangong Chen, with the ability of Baoshan Monk, I am afraid that the three of us plus the Buddha girl may not be his opponent." ”

"Senior brother, you are growing up with other people's majesty!" "Dazhi Ming Wang has frost on his white eyebrows, "He is a broken wandering monk, how can he understand the true meaning of the Buddha's way, if it weren't for the fact that we were restricted by the forbidden charm to cultivate ......"

"Okay, junior brother, there is no need to speak for the benefit of the tongue, when the great host was able to win the Baoshan monk, he had already used the power of the heavens to float the slaughter, and now he has realized the Mahayana Buddhist scriptures and achieved the golden body, which is worth learning from us," the Great Hui Ming King double-eyed wisdom beads, "Senior brother, haven't you found out yet, Baoshan has broken the six-character ban, which means that he has realized the six-character mantra, and the cultivation is never under the great host, of course, this is not important, the important thing is that the most important purpose of our descent from the mountain." ”

"Of course, we are going down the mountain to find the Buddha!" King Dazhi Ming blurted out, and then pressed the Buddha beads in his hand, his pupils glowed with a strange light, and he said: "Six-character mantra...... Could it be that Chen Fan's kid...... It's the guy we're looking for??"

"Eight to nine is not far from ten. King Da Huiming straightened out the somewhat messy robe, and his expression was solemn, "The Nine Aperture Heavenly Heart Lotus has bloomed eight times, if you can't find a new Nine Aperture Heavenly Heart Lotus to continue the soul for Rulai, the time for reincarnation is running out, if Chen Fan is the Buddha, I will wait to go down the mountain and lose manpower, what is it?"

King Dazhiming's eyes lit up, "Then what are you waiting for, we will catch that kid and return to Dayin Temple, at that time, we will be able to achieve the golden body after the baptism of the Heavenly Futu." ”

"Senior brother, don't worry, this matter still needs to be determined, in addition, after all, this son is a personal disciple of Sai Huatuo, if we act rashly, I am afraid that there will be changes, some things, it is better to let the Buddha do it. King Dahui Ming walked to the incense case that was kicked over, bent down, picked up the table and straightened it, looked at the direction where the Buddha girl disappeared, and her eyes became deep, "The Buddha girl took advantage of the sleep period to have a personal relationship with the Lord of Cangyun Guanguan, this is the shame of my Dayin Temple, her anger continues to burn, so that the incense lamp of Dayin Temple can become bright." ”

King Dazhi Ming looked like he was aware of it, "In this way, the son of the Buddha is not a senior brother......

King Da Hui Ming showed an unfathomable expression, "Senior brother, do you still remember the person called the 'White Hand Ghost Doctor' back then, he is still alive, and his obsession over the years is to hope that one day he can defeat Sai Hua Tuo, and naturally, this obsession will attack Sai Hua Tuo's personal disciples...... And what we need to do is to temper this obsession......"

"Senior brother is clever. King Dazhi folded his hands, "It seems that I haven't understood the word 'wisdom' after all." ”

King Dahui Ming smiled silently.

At this moment, a gray monk wearing a robe and a hat walked out of the side hall, and hurriedly ran down the mountain gate, King Dazhi Ming swept his eyes and said, "Isn't he the six senses under the seat of the monk Baoshan?"

"He was originally from my Dayin Temple, but he was driven by the Buddha. "King Da Hui Ming twisted the Buddha beads again," Monk Baoshan still has weaknesses after all. ”

......

Under the moonlight, a tavern opened in the forest, Baoshan monk and Chen Fan sat on the grass mound, and a bearded man brought a jar of wine, placed it on the ordinary wooden table, and put two thick bowls of wine, quite a bit of a green forest mountain restaurant.

Chen Fan looked curiously at this tavern in the forest, and soon found that this tavern was not as simple as it seemed on the surface, the layout of the courtyard house, the way of feng shui, the green forest, full of spring.

The interior of the house is poorly decorated, but there is no sense of cold in the depths of spring, and the bearded man who served the wine just now has steady steps and hidden breathing, obviously a master of the house.

The liquor plate mounted on the wall was more like a strange sword.

Monk Baoshan skillfully unsealed the wine jar with his hands, and a peculiar aroma of wine instantly escaped in the air, although Chen Fan was not a drunkard, he was immediately attracted by this peculiar aroma of wine, and couldn't help but take a deep breath.

Soon, Chen Fan's face became even more discolored, because he was surprised to find that the aroma of the wine actually had a strange calming effect on his tired soul.

The fatigue from the previous battle has disappeared a lot.

With a smile on his face, Monk Baoshan had already poured a full bowl for Chen Fan and himself, and held it up, "Taste?"

Chen Fan had too many doubts in his heart, he didn't hesitate, picked up the thick bowl, touched it with the monk Baoshan, and then drank it all, the fragrant wine entered his throat, and at first he scraped his throat like a burning knife, but soon a burning sensation rose from his abdomen, like a fire burning in his body, burning and burning, and the wine turned into a strange spiritual power into the meridians, which made Chen Fan have a feeling of penance for a day.

"Good wine!!"

Chen Fan was in a hurry for a while, picked up the jar, poured himself a full bowl, and then poured it into his stomach.

The scorching sensation was even stronger, and the comfort from the eight veins of the Qi Meridian couldn't help but make Chen Fan snort lightly.

Chen Fan wanted to pour wine again, but Monk Baoshan pressed his hand on the jar, he twisted his beard, and said with a smile: "Do you know what the origin of this wine is?"

Chen Fan smiled, forcibly snatched the jar from the hand of the monk Baoshan, tilted the jar and poured it into his bowl, and waited for the mouth of the altar to go down, just a bowl was filled, Chen Fan looked at the huge jar strangely, "What is the origin of this wine?"

"This wine is called a strong knife, ordinary people don't say drink a bowl, even if you dip a sip, it will be as uncomfortable as a knife scraping bones, so this bowl of wine is ......"

Monk Baoshan stretched out his hand, his hand was halfway out, his eyes widened, and he saw Chen Fan take the first step to pick up the thick bowl, and with a grunt, a bowl of wine was already in his stomach, and his face was flushed with strange blood.

"You kid, you don't know how to respect people at all. Monk Baoshan glared angrily.

Chen Fan buckled the bowl and made a backhand move, "Boss, come to another altar." ”

The bearded man was wiping the table, and when he heard Chen Fan's words, he looked up at him, and then wiped the table.

Monk Baoshan couldn't finish smashing his mouth, "Don't bother, he's a deaf man." ”

He heard it. Chen Fan said.

"Deaf, not deaf. Monk Baoshan didn't know where to find a gourd and poured wine into his own bowl, "The wine we drank just now can drink one jar a year." ”

(End of chapter)