Taoist chanting

Chapter 437
There are so many old stories and secret pasts in the monk's stomach. He casually told a few short stories about the founder of the Caomuling secret realm, Mrs. Lu Xi'er more than [-] years ago, which attracted Lu Xin'er, who was singing in the tree house, on the donkey's back. , Lu Chan'er, and Hua Fenglan competed to fly out and kept asking questions.

"What happened later? How did the empress deal with that sixth-order Shadow Catcher?"

"Your Majesty is amazing! Master Fayuan, let me tell you one more thing."

"Master, please drink a cup of honey water to moisten your throat!"

The three little guys admired their mother from the bottom of their hearts. There are records about the mother in the secret realm, but there are no stories told by the monk that are interesting, lively and satisfying.

The monk smiled and drank the honey water, and told the story of the heroic and dry cloud of the Lvxier empress back then.

The three little fairies don't care how much is true and how much is false, they listen carefully.

When listening nervously, the three little guys sweated from their foreheads, their little faces were tense, their fists turned white, wishing they could help the empress, and when they were excited to hear, the little fairies danced happily .

The donkey curled his lips and rolled his hidden eyes, and said, "It's a pity that the monk is not a storyteller. Setting a table in an inn in the town can attract a lot of business."

The foreign monk snatched the attention and joy from Xiao Jingmei on its back, making it very upset.

But I have to admit that the stories told by the monks are fascinating, and it is very good to relieve fatigue on the road.

Unknowingly, it was dusk, the scenery in late spring was pleasant, they were in the wild, and their eyes were full of greenery. They had already walked out of the boundary of Luobaoling, and there was no one around in the east. Dori can reach the edge of Guizai Ridge.

Two people, one donkey, and three little spirits fight at sunset.

When they found a high ground with a water source, the Taoist priest and the monk were separated by a hundred feet, and they set up a simple formation flag to delineate the ground for camp.

Zhang Wenfeng needed to mend his mood, so the donkey took Xiao Jingmei to the monk's place to drink, tell stories and sing. He silently recited the Taoist scriptures over and over again to refresh himself and exercise his body.

Mo Ye pointed out how to deal with "strong branches and weak stems", and he also has some experience of his own.

It's not a big deal, it's not a bad thing to get rid of the confusion in your heart and sharpen your mind.

The donkey got the tacit consent of the temple master, so he let go of playing with the monk who was very good at playing. He also got advice from the monk who said he was not good at fighting and was not good at fighting. Roar a few times in the wilderness, practice your voice.

Luxin'er, Luchan'er, and Huafenglan all received a bodhi seed engraved with mantras as a gift from the monk.

In order to fit Xiao Jingmei's figure, the monk specially refined the bodhi seed with the size of a finger to the size of half a soybean, which is shining and crystal clear, and then passed through it with a green silk thread and tied it on the wrist. Can't put it down.

They gave back with songs and dances and honey water of hundreds of flowers. They were carefree and happy.

A strange team of Taoist priests, monks, spirit beasts, and spirits walked happily for two days like an outing in the wild.

Zhang Guanzhu was relatively silent most of the time, he kept walking and working hard, and occasionally had a few words of wit with the monk.

The monk prefers to play with the three little ones. He doesn't have to worry about it, and he is happy to play. By the way, he takes the donkey, which is more defensive, to enjoy the scenery and flowers, tour the mountains and rivers, and roar back and forth in the wild.

In his words, he is returning to nature and making up for the past.

Before they reached their destination, they were dozens of miles away from the territory of the Three-Tailed Demon Fox, and encountered a group of blue wolves flying in the air to stop them.

The leader was a strong man with a wolf's head and a human body, beating a mace in his hand, and shouted from a long distance: "Humans, you have crossed the border. If you want to enter the Broken Moon Demon Forest, you have to submit a customs clearance certificate. Wen Die, please go back the way you came, and don’t go any further.”

Zhang Wenfeng and the monk looked at each other.

"Is he mentally ill?"

The monk asked in surprise.

Zhang Wenfeng shook his head: "I don't know, I don't look very smart."

He recognized Cang Lan, a third-level demon cultivator from the Blue Wolf Department, who was blocking the way in the air. Last year, Tu Kun helped Xinyue plan the closing stage of the site. He participated in it and met Cang Lan. The benefit allowed the White Ape Department and Yuan Xiao to go. At the beginning, Cang Lan held back his stomach and couldn't get angry.

They were blatantly walking in the wasteland area, and they were still very close to the Broken Moon Demon Forest. This blue wolf knew their whereabouts and came to seek his bad luck on purpose.

It's a pity that this guy's eyesight is clumsy, he can't recognize the strength of the monk, and he can't see through the cultivation of the donkey who has no fluctuations in demon power. He thinks that the wolves are so powerful that they can drive them back and refute his face.

Cang Lan yelled angrily: "Zhang Wenfeng, it's useless for you to pretend to be crazy, with me here, you don't want to enter the Broken Moon Demon Forest."

Zhang Wenfeng looked at the wolf-headed man hundreds of meters away in the air, and said with a smile: "I'm going to my friend's place, what's in the way, and I'm not going to your Qinglang tribe, Cang Lan, are you going to provoke a war between the two clans?"

He casually pressed it with a big hat.

He has a strange mentality now, he doesn't want to fight, he can see that the wolf king is trying to force him to fight.

There was a monk around, so he didn't bother to do anything, that blue wolf was very weak.

Cang Lan sneered: "The three-tailed demon fox tribe also belongs to the demon tribe's territory. If humans want to go there, they must come up with customs clearance certificates. This is the rule, and no one can violate it."

He will not pick up the bullshit that provoked a war between the two clans.

He was upset, and wanted to refute the face of the guy in front of him who beheaded the gold-swallowing gorilla and helped that vixen Xinyue regain his territory.

Zhang Wenfeng turned his head and said to the monk: "This guy often jumps into our human territory, like the wilderness and wasteland, Guizailing, he comes and goes as freely as in his own home, I have never seen him show the customs clearance document, monk, you How did you get rid of such brazen people?"

The monk scratched his bald head and said with a smile: "Of course it's reasonable, just fight hard and never give up an inch."

"Then trouble the monk to come forward, please!"

"Easy to say, easy to say."

The monk did his part to fly into the air, flew aggressively in front of a group of wolf demons, and shouted: "You have hair on your face, and a long face is great. It's too wide. Let's go to a friend's house to visit, what are you doing? Our a friend……"

Cang Lan was a little stunned. Is there a relationship between the length of the face and the width of the pipe?

The monk suddenly turned around and asked, "What's the name of our friend?"

"Xinyue!"

"Yes, Xinyue invited us to come, you should get out of the way quickly, don't meddle in other people's business."

The monk was so righteous that he almost poked his finger on the forehead of the sneering wolf king thirty feet away to teach him a lesson. He used to like to reason, eloquently and convincingly.

"Damn, you're a wild monk, you can't even call Xinyue's name, and you dare to pretend to be wild with me, so what if I don't get out of the way? You bite me, come on, I'll stand still!"

Cang Lan hit the mace in his hand, he wanted the opponent to strike first.

The monk laughed loudly and said: "This is what you asked for. Monk, I don't bite people, I only yell at people!"

Facing a group of green wolves barking strangely, the monk opened his mouth and roared suddenly.

"Ouch..."

Earth-shattering, sound waves rolling.

Where the roar passed, the air fluctuated slightly like ripples in half a fan. The momentum was so great that Cang Lan's face, which was originally full of sneering, changed greatly.

The wolf king roared in anger, and his demon power exploded majesticly, trying to block the roar of the wild monk opposite.

"Bang bang bang", like the autumn wind sweeping the fallen leaves, more than a dozen second-order blue wolves rolled and howled miserably, with blood spurting from their mouths, and a bloody wind rolled up in the air.

Cang Lan persisted for three breaths, then was thrown into the air by the monk's fierce roar, unable to stand at all, and was in a panic.

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(End of this chapter)