"Third Senior Brother, have you ever eaten a 10,000-year-old ginseng doll?" The big lama who was holding Xin Ran covered his nose with his left hand, stretched his right hand as straight as possible, and sent Xin Ran as far away as possible, frowning and asking.

"Amitabha, no, the younger brother hasn't eaten it. The stunned lama shook his head and smiled.

"Ridiculous! I haven't eaten it, how do you know that the ginseng doll doesn't shit and fart?" asked another grim-looking lama.

"Amitabha, the master didn't say that ginseng dolls would and ......"

"Second junior brother, third junior brother, don't fight! Third junior brother, you take him over there to, take care of him!" The big lama holding Xin Ran interrupted the words of the stunned third junior brother and handed Xin Ran to him. The nose inhaled, and the eyes rolled around.

The third junior brother, who was stunned, carried Xin Ran and ran to the canopy of the big dragon fruit tree on the edge of the pavilion to. The second junior brother with a gloomy face looked at the big lama who was looking around and asked, "Senior brother, isn't this kid the 10,000-year-old Heavenly Ginseng Fruit?"

The eldest lama, who was called the senior brother, glanced at the second junior brother with a cold face, smiled faintly, and asked gloomily: "Have you ever seen a Tianshen doll that farts and shits?"

"I ...... This ...... "the second lama with a cold face was speechless."

The big lama who took the lead looked around and muttered: "The aura is soaring, and the smell can be smelled hundreds of miles away." It must be the birth of the 10,000-year-old ginseng fruit. But how did you get here, but the aura and fragrance faded. Could it be that the 10,000-year-old ginseng fruit has escaped from danger......"

"Senior brother, do you think you will be eaten by that kid?" asked the second lama with a cold face, pointing to Xin Ran, who was.

"Absolutely not. The big lama who took the lead looked at Xin Ran, who was pooping on the pine canopy, shook his head and smiled: "Although that kid has the same physique and spiritual bones, he has not eaten the ginseng doll. The 10,000-year-old ginseng fruit gathers the spirit of heaven and earth. Although there is no way to attack, there is also a way to escape. It's not that this kid who has almost no martial arts and mana can catch it. ”

"But where did the ginseng fruit go this day, will it burrow into this lake?" asked the cold-faced lama, looking at the lake.

"It's unlikely. The Great Lama who took the lead shook his head suspiciously: "I have already visited the entire bottom of the lake with the spiritual thoughts of the Great Zhou Tian, and I have not found any spiritual energy fluctuations at all. ”

"So, could it be that the 10,000-year-old ginseng doll has converged its aura?" the second lama with a gloomy face asked again.

The leading Grand Lama shook his head again and again: "The Great Zhou Heaven Search Spiritual Technique I taught is not something that this 10,000-year-old Heavenly Ginseng Fruit can dodge. I think someone used some kind of prohibition or magic weapon to put away the ginseng fruit that day. Gotta hurry up and ask the kid if anyone else has been here. If someone gets ahead of the curve, it's not going to be easy...... Oh no, why did so many people come here all at once......"

As he spoke, it was dark. The wind is blowing. In all directions, dozens of people appeared like birds. Some landed on the ridge, some circled around the stone pavilion, and a few more, standing in the air, examining the three great lamas and inspecting the surroundings and the situation.

"His grandmother's, these old monsters are here. The second lama, who had a cold face, couldn't help but scold in a low voice: "Senior brother, I'm afraid things are going to be difficult!

"I want to die, silence! The ears of the old monsters are not decorations. Let them hear you scolding them, even if they don't kill us, give you and me a few big slaps, chop off an arm and a leg, you can't bear it?" The big lama who took the lead said in a nervous voice: "Our master is thousands of miles away, how can he come here by chance? ”

As he spoke, the big lama who took the lead raised his head, put his hands together in front of the people standing in the sky, looked around at Shi Li, and said loudly with a smile: "Amitabha!

"Hmph!" the man to the west is also a lama, but he is wearing a big red robe and a big red cockscomb hat on his head. A big face was blue and black, extremely indifferent. Sitting cross-legged in the air, as if sitting on a Dharma seat, awe-inspiring and inviolable. Answer with a snort.

"Hehe, little Karma, your master is still alive, right? Didn't you go to the Western Elysium to play?" said this by a talented man from the south. Dry and thin, hanging eyebrows, triangular eyes, nose facing the sky, blowing fire mouth. The face is extremely funny, and the hippie smiles. But the words are exceedingly vicious. It's a smile on the surface, but it's a curse in his bones.

"Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable!" to the north is a Taoist priest, shaking the dust in his left hand and giving salute with his right palm. This old Taoist priest is full of red light, and his treasure is solemn. However, despite his efforts to move closer to Sven, he looked like a butcher.

"That's it, there's no need to be polite!" On the east side was a Confucian student, waving his hand with a calm face, and asked with an amiable smile: "Karma Zen Master, have you found the 10,000-year-old Heavenly Ginseng Fruit?"

When everyone heard this, their faces immediately changed. The faces of the three lamas who arrived first changed greatly, as if they had been caught as thieves.

"Haha......" The talented man laughed unscrupulously: "What's the matter, all of them are like the little mother-in-law who was caught stealing a man." Brother Baili, he just caught you little mother-in-law who stole men, and he didn't take the opportunity to let you do anything, and he didn't tell your men. Doing anything is like being castrated?"

"Hey, I said Brother Changyu, when can you change your weird temper?" Baili Qingyun shook his head and smiled bitterly.

"Hmph! If the crooked boy doesn't sow discord, the rooster will be able to lay eggs!" said the great lama to the west.

"Haha, what Master Dalu said is true. Although the long fish crooked boy does not grow a beard, he eats fried noodles with a hairy beard, picking inside and digging out. Wherever you go, you can't forget to sow discord and create chaos. Then fish in troubled waters. The butcher-like Taoist priest shook off the dust and shouted with a smile.

"Hey, two brothers. Xiucai, I didn't carry your mother-in-law to bed, let alone carry your child down the well. Why are you coming at me?"

"Phew! Hmph! Other bad guys, they call their brother in person, and they are behind their backs. It's better for you to call your brother to your face, and you will dig out the guy in person. Brother Bao Yan, did you hear that? As soon as the long fish crooked boy called you a brother, he was going to take your mother-in-law to bed. Fortunately, the poor monk had no family. Otherwise, he would have to be prevented from throwing his son into the well. "The red-robed lama, known as Master Talu, has no monk's demeanor at all, and can't wait to sneer and sow discord.

The Grand Lama of Talu is a monk of Baizhang Temple in Taibai Kingdom in the Western Regions, and his common surname is Talu. After becoming a monk, he used it as his legal name.