Devouring The Heavens

Xuanyuan naturally didn't know what Peng Fei thought deeply, these things are not known, looking at the ancient monks in the four directions, or praying far away, or recite the Sanskrit mantra, or meditating and practicing, condensing into a pound Xuanyuan was embarrassed to harass Xuanyuan's thoughts, but not far away, Xuanyuan saw a monk, dressed in a shabby robe, patched, carrying a broken hat, holding a straw weave in his hand The broken fan walked for four or five times and murmured in his mouth: "Wine and meat have passed through the intestines, and the Buddha's heart is left. Are there any good wines and good meats?"

I saw a lot of Buddhist children looking at this broken old man and could not help but frown, but they still didn’t say much. Among the Buddhist temples, Mahayana Buddhism and Theravada Buddhism, there are various branches, different, everyone The cultivation methods are different. As long as they do not violate each other, they can still respect each other and make a place become like this. It is really not easy.

Seeing this person, Xuanyuan couldn't help but move forward and asked: "This master, we want to ask for directions, I wonder if it is convenient to give directions?"

The broken monk glanced at Xuanyuan sleepily and chuckled, showing a black and yellow tooth: "If you want to ask where to go, please bring a good wine."

The corner of Xuanyuan's mouth twitched, and he paused, and took out the'Drunken Brew' from his fighting ring. This was the family banquet that day. Xuanyuan left a jar of deliberately directly to the crazy monk in front of him, saying: "Master, how about this wine?"

The mad monk drank the pot of wine from the jar of his waist. After shaking for a while, he took a sip and was intoxicated: "Good, good, good wine, but there is a stolen taste in it , The wine was stolen."

Xuanyuan heard the words, jumped at the corner of his eyes, touched his nose, and said, "This is a friend who took the wind and dust from me and stole it from his grandfather, leaving this jar."

Xuanyuan had to tell the truth. The crazy monk in front of him was absolutely unusual. Xuanyuan could not see his depth at all. Although he was crazy, he was absolutely unusual.

"Well, okay, what do you want to ask, say it." Mad monk looked drunk and fell directly to the ground, sipping drunken brew.

"How do you call the master?" Xuanyuan was polite.

"The poor monk's name is Ji Ji." Ji Ji smiled and looked at Xuanyuan deliberately.

Xuanyuan moved his heart and nodded, saying: "Master, dare to ask "Wang Kong Ancient Temple", which direction should I go?"

Chapter 1298 The Real Man

"'Jingang Ancient Temple' is 90 million miles westward from here, and you can reach it." The Jifeng monk led the way while drinking.

Xuanyuan nodded and said with a smile: "Thank you Master Ji Ji Gui for your guidance, I will be grateful for it, so we won't disturb and leave first."

"Good wine, fragrant, mellow! Thick! Can be drunk immortal, happy mood, brewer quite a bit mood, who is a fairy, I am a fairy, hahaha." Ji epiphany monk drunkenly said to himself, face There were a few blushes.