Chapter Eighty-Three: The Mysterious Monk

"Senior brother, you don't have to be like this. Xie Lin sighed lightly, looked at Xiang Tian who felt sorry for himself in front of her, and then looked at the scenery beyond the flying boat.

"There may be other methods, but this one is the most effective. Xiang Tian shrugged his shoulders, looking helpless, if there was really another way, he wouldn't do it.

After the surrounding scenery quickly swept the way, Xiang Tian couldn't help but be a little touched. I saw that with a grasp of his left hand, a cyan robe appeared in his hand and draped it over Xie Lin's body. Then Xiang Tian took a few steps back, and then a black light flashed, but it was a hundred ghost flags that appeared at his feet.

"Now that Yueyan's matter is over, then I should go out and practice according to the original plan. I'm sure we'll see each other again in a short time. Senior sister, take care. ”

Shout!

After Xiang Tian finished speaking, he saw the black light of the Hundred Ghost Flags, and directly carried Xiang Tian from the boat, and the Hundred Ghost Flags flashed, carrying Xiang Tian to a few feet away from the flying boat, and then it was a shake, and Xiang Tian quickly flew away.

Not long after Xiang Tian left, Xie Lin suddenly stretched out a jade hand and gently stroked the cyan robe that Tian had draped on his body. And the former turned his head at some point, looking at the figure that was beginning to blur in the distance, and a complicated meaning also rose in his heart.

"Senior brother, did you just leave? Do you know how many people you hurt by doing this? Senior Sister Yueyan is like this, Senior Sister Fei'er is like this, and even I, Senior Sister, are like this. ”

"It's good to do that, at least for a while we can all calm down. Take care, junior brother!"

When the wind was howling, Xiang Tian's figure had already disappeared, only the shadow on the boat stood quietly, losing the light mask transformed by Xiang Tian's mana, Xie Lin's hair couldn't help but flutter in the wind, but no one appreciated that seductive figure.

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It took less than ten days for Yue Yan's matter to be resolved, but Xiang Tian felt as if a century had passed. Looking back, it's a real headache.

Less than an hour after Xiang Tian left, a sense of loneliness from the bottom of his heart spontaneously arose, making him have the urge to turn around and go back.

"What's wrong with me? I didn't have this kind of feeling when I was in retreat, and I didn't get irritated when I went out to catch ghosts. Is this what loneliness feels like?"

Recalling the original scene, Xiang Tian couldn't help but close his eyes. When I was still on Earth, I was an ordinary college student who felt that the world was full of boredom.

Everything is so monotonous, dormitories, libraries, classrooms, cafeterias...... The endless sense of boredom eroded Xiang Tian's heart, and he who originally felt that he had done nothing in this life began to become numb.

God may just like to joke with him, just when he no longer has expectations for life, he has come here, where everything cannot be explained by science.

Flying Sword, Cultivating Immortals, Spiritual Root, Town Boundary Monument, Battle of the Gods...... These things that originally existed in the novel, when they suddenly appeared in front of Xiang Tian, the heart that had been silent couldn't help but stir again.

The original otaku is already full of hands...... Well, the blood on his left hand, one powerful demon after another, and the enemies fell one after another in front of him, creating a man who knew anger, knew sadness, and knew joy, and everything around him was rejuvenated.

This time to solve the matter of Senior Sister Yue Yan, Xiang Tian also felt the warmth and coldness of the world, and also knew how to carry it. Perhaps, now he is a real living person.

The night came unconsciously, and Xiang Tian also followed his heart and fled to a dense jungle.

"Hmm, how did I get to such an unfamiliar place, where is this?" Looking at the unfamiliar scene around him, Xiang Tian couldn't help but look around, and then looked at the stars in the sky, and then realized that it was already night.

"Where? Haven't you been hanging behind the Royal Soul Sect's flying boat, why don't you know where this is?" A vicissitudes of sound suddenly sounded from behind Xiang Tian, and when Xiang Tian heard this, he couldn't help but turn around like lightning.

"What kind of person? Come out!" With Xiang Tian's current divine thoughts in the foundation building period, there is no one around, although he is a little trance, he should also be able to sense some things around him, and now he doesn't even notice it, that can only prove one thing - the other party is not an ordinary person!

I saw a dark figure sitting on the ground under a big tree a few feet away, and in front of it was a fire. When he heard Xiang Tian's shout, he turned his gaze.

The four eyes were facing each other, compared to the trace of vigilance in Xiang Tian's eyes, the person opposite was full of smiles.

"Hehe, donor. The poor monk is just a wandering monk, not a big man. Now the donor seemed to be a little confused, so he shouted. When Xiang Tian looked closely, it was a monk sitting next to the fire. The latter is only middle-aged, and he looks quite kind.

Xiang Tian frowned slightly, and then said in a deep voice: "Oh, since you are roasting the fire here, how do you know that I am chasing the flying boat of the Imperial Soul Sect? ”

"Amitabha, the donor's observation is keen, and the poor monk admires it!" The monk said a Buddha name, and then smiled: "The donor is full of evil skills and body protection, and I am afraid that it will not have anything to do with the Imperial Soul Sect." It's just that the light of the poor monk's benefactor's merit looms, and the karma is not touched at all, so he suddenly said that he hoped the donor would forgive him. ”

"Tang Tu? The master is serious, if the master did it just now, it would be impossible for him to stand here intact. Xiang Tian said as his divine sense continued to probe the monk. Just look at the treasure light around his body, and there is a trace of fierce power inside, hidden but not revealed. Immediately secretly urged the mana, and it was impossible to prevent it.

"Meeting is fate, the night in this forest is very cold, the donor might as well come here to roast the fire. Although the poor monks have no wine and meat here, they still have some fasting food. The monk on the opposite side seemed to be unaware, only to see him swing his hand and directly make a "please" gesture to Xiang Tian.

"Hehe, I have eaten wine and meat for so many years, but I rarely eat this vegetarian food, since the master is warmly invited, then it is disrespectful to be here. Xiang Tian raised his eyebrows, his heart turned rapidly, and he immediately chuckled, and then walked over and sat down.

"The poor monk here has some vegetarian foods such as green onion cakes and fasting rice, I don't know what the donor likes?" Seeing Xiang Tian sitting down generously, the eyes of the monk opposite couldn't help but show a hint of appreciation, and then said.

"The rice is tasteless, the green onion cake is the most fragrant, I want the green onion cake. After Xiang Tian sat down, he looked at the monk opposite with a smile and leaned forward.

"Amitabha, it seems that the donor has been deceived by this image of taste, although this green onion cake has a taste, but it is not as white and transparent as fasting rice!" The monk opposite shook his head, but a green onion cake appeared in his hand and handed it to Xiang Tian.

Xiang Tian pursed his lips lightly, and then took the green onion cake. Smelling the unique fragrance of green onion cakes, Xiang Tian couldn't help but have a great appetite, and while eating, he glanced at the monk opposite.

"I am blinded by taste, so why is the master blinded by vision? The existence of all things in heaven and earth has its own value, so why should I praise and disparage myself and impose it on others?"

The monk on the opposite side was stunned when he heard the words, and then said the Buddha's name, and said: "The great wisdom of the donor, the poor monk admires." I don't know the name of the donor, can I sue the poor monk?"

"The master doesn't care about the skin, so why care, if the master insists on knowing, just call me 'fall'. Xiang Tian's eyelids drooped slightly, staring at the half-left green onion cake in his hand, and continued:

"The fall is the fall of the fall. Falling into the world, experiencing the various states of the world, falling into the practice, experiencing the unkindness of heaven. I am depraved, but I am above all. ”

When the monk heard this, he couldn't help but lose color again, and then folded his hands: "The words of the donor are like an empowerment, and the poor monk admires it." As the benefactor said, the poor monks enter the Buddha and purify the six roots, but they are afraid of the world. ”

The two had a few conversations, and the monk on the opposite side wanted to use Buddhism to cross Xiangtian, but he didn't want to be frozen.

"Today, I can see the benefactor, the poor monk is really fortunate in three lives, even so, the poor monk has also fallen once. I don't know if the donor has wine and meat?" After a while, seeing that Xiang Tian had already eliminated the green onion cake in his hand, the monk took out another one and handed it to Xiang Tiandao.

When Xiang Tian heard this, he took the green onion cake with a smile, and said with a slightly relaxed expression: "You monk is good at trading, two green onion cakes in exchange for my wine and meat, or not, I will depend on you today." ”

After Xiang Tian finished speaking, he directly took out some wine and meat from the storage bag and handed it to the monk opposite.

The monk took it, a trace of contradiction appeared on his face, and he immediately opened his mouth and bit it.

"Master, how does it taste?" Xiang Tian looked at the appearance of the monk opposite, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, but he didn't expect that the other party was still a real monk, but he was taken by him.

"The world is delicious!" The monk took a bite and couldn't help but admire: "I have practiced for more than a hundred years, but I have lived in vain." It seems that in the future, it is better to be a wine and meat monk. ”

When Xiang Tian heard this, his face remained unchanged, but he couldn't help but be shocked in his heart.

After more than 100 years of cultivation, the other party's qi and blood are still so abundant, I am afraid that his cultivation will at least have to build the peak of the foundation.

"Master Shicai asked about the name, but I forgot to ask the master's number. Looking at the monk eating wine and meat, Xiang Tian pondered for a moment, and then asked in a low voice.

"Poor monk?" The monk couldn't help but pause slightly when he heard this, and then he muttered for a long time, staring at Xiang Tiandao without blinking: "It doesn't hurt for the poor monk to tell you, fallen friends, poor monks and wise men, as for the name of the layman, I have forgotten it." ”

After the monk finished speaking, Xiang Tian said with an indifferent face: "It turned out to be Master Zhixian, have you admired it for a long time?"

"Jiuyang?" The monk looked at Xiang Tian's look of "Who are you" and "I don't know", and the corners of the former's mouth couldn't help twitching.

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