Thunder Sword God Emperor

Chapter 625 The fat monk has no beginning!
However, thinking of the fat man's weird concealment methods, Tang Chen's back turned cold. He still doesn't know whether this person is an enemy or a friend.

During the competition, Tang Chen only glanced at the fat monk with his spiritual sense, but after observing it head-on, he found that this stinky monk is not a good person no matter what.

As a monk, he always breaks the precepts and is addicted to alcohol and meat. This is not a monk with a clean heart at all, he is clearly a villain in the market.

"Fat monk, you have won so many spirit crystals, instead of staying at the inn, wash and enjoy yourself, what are you doing here in this dilapidated house?" Although Tang Chen couldn't see through this monk, he was not to the point of fear.

The fat monk shook the white jade gourd in his hand, uncorked the cork, and took two sips, the courtyard was immediately filled with the aroma of wine.

Tang Chen's eyes fixed on the white jade gourd in the monk's hand, and he was surprised. He could tell that this gourd was a treasure.

After the fat monk stuffed the plug, he approached Tang Chen and circled around Tang Chen. The stench on his body made Tang Chen cover his mouth and nose.

"Amitabha, it turns out to be the pit god!" The fat monk was overjoyed, staring at Tang Chen without blinking.

"Stinky monk, you want to smoke people to death, hurry up and wash!" Tang Chen pushed back, afraid that the fat man would touch him.

"No, no, the poor monk is full of immortal energy, wouldn't it be a pity if it is washed away?" The fat monk shook his head repeatedly when he heard this.

"Fat monk, I think your wine gourd is pretty good, why don't you sell it to me? How about I offer one hundred thousand spirit crystals?" Tang Chen tentatively asked.

"Go away, this is my baby, I won't let it go!"

Hearing this, the fat monk immediately took three steps back and stared at Tang Chen vigilantly.

"100 million, how about it?" Tang Chen threw out another chip to seduce the monk.

The fat monk waved his hand and took two steps back again: "One hundred million is not enough, don't even think about it!"

Tang Chen muttered: "It's fine if you don't sell it, it's just a wine jar, it's really a treasure!"

The fat monk obviously heard Tang Chen's words, and hugged the white jade gourd tightly, his vigilance once again raised a bit.

Tang Chen ignored the monk, went to the pavilion alone, sat on the railing, then took out a jar of old wine, opened the mud seal, and immediately the aroma of the wine overflowed, making people intoxicated.

Tang Chen picked up the jar, took a few sips, and shouted: "It's so satisfying! It's really good wine!"

The fat monk swallowed his saliva and looked at Tang Chen's wine jar with his eyes motionless.

Although there was wine in his gourd, it was more fragrant than Tang Chen's wine, because his wine was stolen from the wine cellar of a tavern outside the city, so naturally it couldn't compare with Tang Chen's fine wine.

He looked at his white jade gourd, and then fixed his eyes on Tang Chen's wine jar: "Boy, what kind of wine is in your jar, why is it so fragrant?"

"I am a fairy drunk that has been stored for thousands of years. There are not many altars in Lingwu City!" Tang Chen raised his mouth slightly, and took a few more sips after speaking, enjoying himself.

"Hey! Boy, the poor monk's mouth is dry, let me use your wine to moisten his throat!"

The fat monk walked over directly, grabbed the wine jar in Tang Chen's hand, and poured it into his mouth.

Tang Chen's eyes narrowed slightly, this monk's skills were too weird, he was already on guard, but the wine jar was still taken away by the other party.

This man is definitely a master!

"Hey! Monk smelly, you are not kind, how can a monk steal other people's things?" Tang Chen pouted, dissatisfied.

"What a great wine!"

The fat monk drank the last drop of wine in the jar, and swallowed the edge of the jar with the tip of his tongue: "A monk asks you for something, this is called begging, how can it be called robbery?"

"Being a monk requires the consent of others. If you forcibly take away my wine without other people's consent, it is called robbery!"

"It's just a jug of wine, as for what, I'll return it to you when I have some wine!"

The fat monk curled his lips, and stared at Tang Chen again: "Keng Shen, lend me a few more jars to try!"

"Go aside! Do you think it's water? You can have as much as you want? You've already drank it!" Tang Chen glared at the fat monk.

"Stingy!" The fat monk muttered, but his eyes kept on Tang Chen.

Tang Chen was so stared at, he took a step back: "I said smelly monk, what kind of eyes are you looking at?"

"Boy, don't call him a stinky monk, a poor monk has a name!" The fat monk was very dissatisfied with the address Tang Chen gave him.

"What name?" Tang Chen smiled.

"Call my Dharma name, Wushi!" The fat monk glared at Tang Chen.

"No beginning? Hehe. You are so stinky, I think it's almost like calling you shit!" Tang Chen glanced at the fat monk and joked.

"Bah, bah, bah! How dare you play tricks on the poor monk, the poor monk will get angry, why don't you make amends with ten altars and eight altars of immortals drunk!" The fat monk put his hands on his hips, pretending to be angry, and said loudly.

"Hey, I'm talking about the stinky monk, it's okay for the ten altars and eight altars to get drunk, but you have to lend me this gourd for two days!" Tang Chen's eyes moved to the white jade gourd again.

"Amitabha, you boy are still thinking about the treasure of the poor monk? Don't even think about it!" The fat monk immediately untied the white jade gourd pinned to his waist and threw it into the Qiankun ring, avoiding Tang Chen far away.

Tang Chen shook his head, very helpless.

He has carefully inspected this gourd, and it is very strange that the spiritual sense can't detect it, as if it has been absorbed.

Although he really wanted to get this gourd trick into his own hands, but this monk was very shrewd, and his little trick would not work at all.

"Okay, fat monk, I don't want your gourd anymore, I can give you a jug of wine, but you have to do something with me!" Tang Chen smiled slightly.

The fat monk rolled his eyeballs, but he didn't approach Tang Chen.

Because he knew that the harmless kid in front of him, just like himself, had a lot of tricks in his belly.

However, seeing Tang Chen's expression, he was puzzled again, and then asked curiously: "What are you doing, let's listen to it, and don't even think about fooling the poor monk!"

"Don't worry, it's only good for you, not bad!" Tang Chen looked indifferent.

"Hmph, you are a cheat god who cheats people without paying for their lives. What good things can you do?" The fat monk obviously didn't believe it.

After speaking, the fat monk turned around and ignored Tang Chen.

The corner of Tang Chen's mouth twitched, and he ignored the fat monk. He walked directly to the corner of the yard, finally stopped at the edge of a well, and sat down.

Immediately, Tang Chen took out another altar of Immortal Drunk, and looked at it carefully.

"Immortal Drunk!"

The fat monk yelled, his fat body moved in an instant, drawing phantoms one after another, directly darting towards Tang Chen, grabbing the wine jar with his big dirty hands.

Tang Chen held the altar with one hand and attacked with all his strength with the other, fighting against the fat monk.

However, the fat monk's movements looked extremely awkward, but they were extremely weird, within five breaths, he almost snatched the wine jar away.

(End of this chapter)