If there is a "list of the most unpopular people in the Sealed Demon Mountain", then Wukong can definitely only be ranked second. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

And the person who is in the first place, in more than a hundred years, can only be the first powerhouse in the Demon Mountain, the first great master of medicine in the world, and the master of the Discipline Hall of the Demon Mountain-Rong Fa!

If it stands to reason, with Rong Fa's status, contribution, seniority, and strength, the position of the No. 1 hater will not be his turn to do it anyway;

However, in fact, on the contrary, the master of the Rong Fa Hall not only sat firmly on the position of the number one nasty ghost, but also sat for more than a hundred years.

The reason is actually very simple, he is the master of the Discipline Hall who is in charge of the punishment of the entire Demon Mountain, and his personality is too serious, too fair, too capable, and too selfless.

Originally, everyone was very uninterested in the Discipline Hall, and the hall master of Rong Fa was an absolutely powerful and powerful figure, and his own image was very special, so there was no one who was willing to deal with the master of Rong Fa Hall.

The master of the Rong Fa Hall himself didn't care about this at all, he stayed in the world's first treasure mountain built by him for decades, and lived his life calmly and leisurely every day.

Half a year ago, the master of the Rong Law Hall suddenly announced an incident in the Discipline Hall, and this incident directly caused the entire Discipline Hall from top to bottom, from the inside to the outside, and everyone was panicked.

The matter announced by the master of the Rong Fa Hall was actually very simple, he wanted to find an assistant for himself and take care of the first treasure house in the world that belonged to him alone, Guo Xian Mountain.

This matter seems to be a beauty difference, but because of this beauty difference, it directly makes the entire Discipline Hall restless.

All the law enforcement warrior monks, for half a year, their lives were spent in fear.

They were afraid that the Heavenly Lord would give an order to take the beauty difference themselves, in that case, it would be better to wipe their necks directly.

It took a hundred years for the master of Rong Fa Hall to turn more than 50,000 acres of barren mountains and wilderness into a fairy mountain full of heavenly treasures, one can imagine how deep his feelings are for those treasures in the mountains.

If after becoming an assistant, if he accidentally kills a heavenly treasure, then the hall master can't use the demon slaying whip in his hand to whip himself to death?

It is out of this strange psychology that scares oneself, half a year has passed, and no law enforcement monk dares to take this super beauty difference.

The news of Rongfa's recruitment has become an interesting topic for the entire Fengmo Mountain Clean-clothed warrior monks, and they are sarcastic and laughing after tea and dinner.

Rong Gong didn't know the specific content of this news at all, he just listened to what his subordinates said when they chatted, and he told his cheap nephew about the news by the way.

Now it's good that there's finally a stupid little fat man who doesn't know the inside story, and he's coming to apply for this peerless job like death.

At this time, the entire precept hall from top to bottom, the joyful and joyful atmosphere, not to mention how hilarious.

"The people in front hurriedly give way! Little Brother Wukong is coming! Get out of the way......" A law enforcement monk with a spring breeze on his face shouted loudly at the front while running through the hall.

"Hurry, hurry, the great benefactor is here, let's hurry up and welcome!" "Hurry up! Wukong's little junior brother is our great benefactor!" .............

The quality of those law enforcement monks on the road is really not covered, and it took less than ten seconds for tens of thousands of people to line up in a neat welcome line, waiting for the arrival of the great benefactor.

After a while, Wukong sat on a simple sedan chair, carried steadily by four warriors who had returned to the Void Realm, and ran towards here quickly.

"Little Brother Wukong is so good-!" "Little Brother Wukong has courage-!"............ , The warrior monks on both sides of the road thanked Wukong from the bottom of their hearts.

Wukong was now sitting on the sedan chair in a daze, and he was completely confused as to why he was so popular.

But it doesn't matter if you don't understand, this doesn't prevent Wukong from pretending to be garlic, so the little fat man is very stylish, smiling and waving frequently to the warrior monks on both sides of the road.

In this way, Wukong, under the welcome of the law enforcement monks, walked through the entire precept hall and came to the mountain behind the precept hall.

After traveling about ten miles or so, the four temporary sedan bearers who returned to the virtual realm put Wukong down.

"Benefactor, junior brother, if you walk along this path for another kilometer or so, you will see a small courtyard. Once there, you're at your destination. Okay, junior brother, you have to take care of yourself in the future, let's go. After the leader of the sedan chair finished speaking, he glanced at his partners, and the four of them ran back to the precept hall quickly.

Wukong actually wants to go back with them now, but all the things he should pretend to be and shouldn't pretend to be have been pretended, and all the welcome he should and shouldn't have already suffered.

If he dared to go back at this time, then he probably wouldn't want to get out of the prison of the Discipline Hall again in his life.

So, with a bitter face and a hard head, Wukong walked forward along the sheep intestine path alone.

Ten minutes later, Wukong finally saw a very old, very simple farmhouse courtyard.

Walking into the courtyard, Wukong saw an extreme, extremely pitiful old monk, sitting alone in front of the stone table in the courtyard, only a plate of peanuts, holding a broken bowl with a gap, filled with turbid wine, and drinking himself lonely.

The reason why Wukong felt pitiful for this old monk was because this old monk with a dark face and a wrinkled face, like an old farmer, was a disabled person with only one eye, one hand, and one foot.

A long scar from the left forehead to the right cheek, not only ruined the old monk's appearance, but also robbed him of one of his left eyes.

Disfigured, blind, and with a broken arm, this was already very pitiful, but when Wukong saw the old monk's right thigh, the extremely simple wooden stick prosthesis, an indescribable sour feeling unconsciously filled his heart.

From beginning to end, the old monk didn't look at Wukong, just poured wine, drank wine, put bowls, picked vegetables, ate vegetables, and poured wine again...... , such an extremely inconvenient, indifferent one-handed self-drinking.

"Hello grandpa, my name is Wukong. I'll pour the bar for you, okay?" Wukong respectfully walked to the old monk's side and said to the old monk sincerely.

Master Rong looked at it curiously, and after this strange little fat novice, he put the broken bowl on the stone table without saying a word, picked up the peanuts and ate them.

When Wukong saw that the old monk had put down the broken bowl, he thought that the other party was asking him to help pour the wine, so he picked up the broken bowl on the stone table.

Master Rong Fa originally wanted to stop Wukong from taking the bowl, but he changed his mind in an instant, allowing this strange little fat novice to take his wine bowl.

"Grandpa, this bowl is broken, you can use my bowl. By the way, I have a pot of good wine hidden here. Please help me taste it and see if my pot of wine is okay, okay. With that, Wukong took out his own wine and wine bowl from his space bag.

As soon as Wukong took out the wine jug, the wine jug in his hand instantly froze into an ice lump, and at this time, Wukong remembered the terrible low temperature around him, so he had to take the ice lump at a loss and look at the old monk stupidly.

When Master Rong saw that Wukong dared to face him, he directly took out the wine, and suddenly his heart became even more strange.

Could it be that this little fat novice really didn't know that he was the master of the precept hall?

However, Master Rong did not punish Wukong, after he took the ice lump in the hand of the little fat novice, the ice lump instantly turned into fine wine again, and after he smelled it slightly, he threw the fine wine out of the hospital.

Then, Master Rong took out a crystal clear white jade bowl from his arms, poured half a bowl of turbid wine into it, and then pushed the white jade bowl to the little fat novice.

He wanted to see what this little fat novice would do next.

After Wukong saw that the other party threw his own wine, he invited himself to drink, looking at the half bowl of turbid wine in the jade bowl, he gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, picked up the jade bowl and poured the turbid wine into his mouth.

In Wukong's opinion, although the old monk is very illiterate, since people are kind enough to invite themselves to drink, then no matter what, he can't help but give face.

Although he desperately didn't want to drink cloudy wine, he still drank it.

After the turbid wine was entered, a strong mellow fragrance exploded in Wukong's mouth in an instant, and then, this extremely good peerless wine turned into an extremely comfortable warm current, which flowed into his stomach at once, and then, Wukong really realized what it means to be smooth and accessible, and what is called fluttering immortals!

"Good wine--good wine!Old man, this wine of yours is pure immortal wine!" Wukong said excitedly to the old monk with a look of joy on his face.

Master Rong Fa had never drunk with anyone in his life, and it was the first time that he had given the wine he brewed to others, and he had received such a high evaluation from others.

An unprecedented sense of satisfaction immediately surged into Master Rongfa's heart, so he picked up the wine jug in his hand and wanted to pour another bowl for the little fat novice.

Seeing this, Wukong hurriedly took the jade bowl and dodged it, and then he said to the old monk in a panic: "Old man, although I haven't seen anything in the world, I also know that your wine is definitely a treasure. I'd love to drink it, but I don't think I think I have much left. So, being able to drink half a bowl is already very satisfying. I can't take advantage of you anymore, thank you. After saying that, Wukong stood aside with his head bowed respectfully.

After Master Rong Fa listened to the words of the little fat novice, his eyes flashed with a series of fine lights, and he stared at the other party for half a minute, and then he began to take out hundreds of wine jugs filled with all kinds of fine wine from his arms.

Then he picked up a flask and handed it to Chubby Shami.

Wukong looked at the hundreds of pots of wine in front of him, he was already dumbfounded, and at this time, he looked at the old monk and motioned for him to drink, so what else was there to say.

Since everyone is already so enthusiastic, how can he not give up his life to accompany the gentleman, and drink him drunk with this extremely interesting old monk!

In this way, an old man and a young man, two strange drinking friends who didn't know each other, just like this, you and I drank a pot, and drank for more than ten hours, until the last bottle of wine was drunk and the treasures of Master Rongfa's life were drunk, Wukong smirked and fell under the stone table.

Master Rong smiled and carried the little fat novice into the hut, he took out a verdant jade plaque and three thick books from his bosom, and then put it on the little fat novice's face, and left this beloved place in great style, where he had lived for hundreds of years.