This Jinyiwei is obviously super strong but draws too much

Chapter 836 Abbot Lingxu
The guy who was stepped on by Shang Luo was an old monk with a gray beard and sloppy clothes. If the monk's clothes were not patched, he might not be much better than the beggars on the street.

It is estimated that there are seventy or eighty old monks. After being stepped on by Shang Luo, they howled so pitifully and earth-shatteringly. Upset.

Shang Luo was really frightened, she froze in place, at a loss.

When the old monk had had enough howls, he finally came to his senses and stretched out his other hand to break off the shoe. Shang Luo, who was frightened, subconsciously raised her right foot and dodged it backwards, and then stretched out her left foot The foot was stepped on by the other hand.

So the old monk groaned again.

Lu Hanjiang, who had his ears plugged, rolled his eyes while watching the operation of the crouching dragon and phoenix chicks, with a blank expression on his face and no emotion in his heart.

After finally regaining her senses, Shang Luo finally realized what happened, she hurriedly apologized: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I really didn't see your hand here"

The old monk burst into tears in pain, and he blew hard on the shoe print on his hand in distress, which made Shang Luo feel extremely embarrassed, and she, feeling guilty, apologized again and again.

Shang Luo originally wanted to go forward to help the old monk up, but unexpectedly, a wine jug swiped across the ground and landed at her feet, and she became frightened, and immediately jumped half a step back .

The old monk didn't care about her actions, but rather distressedly picked up the jug from the ground, raised his head and poured it into his mouth, but unfortunately there was not even a bottom left in the jug, he shook it for a long time, just like that Three or two drops.

The old monk stuck out his tongue and poured the few drops of wine into his mouth, with a look of unsatisfactory expression on his face, which showed that he was addicted to alcohol.

This special scene also allowed Shang Luo to gradually recover from the series of chaos. She looked at the monk in amazement and asked, "Master, Shaolin monks can't drink alcohol, why do you commit crimes knowingly?"

The old monk stared at the empty pot bottom longingly, and put it down in disappointment for a long time, only to see him leaning on the ground, and casually glanced at Shang Luo.

"Why, the Shaolin precepts still stipulate that killing is not allowed. Among those in the Arhat Hall, which one didn't have a few lives on their hands?" The tone of the old monk seemed quite disdainful.

Shang Luo was dumbfounded, this old monk was full of disdain for Shaolin's precepts, could it be that she was lucky enough to meet another evil hero who betrayed her family today?

Thinking of this, Shang Luo said enthusiastically: "Master, are you dissatisfied with Shaolin and the abbot?"

Hearing this, the old monk gave Shang Luo another look, and said angrily: "You are a cute and cute girl, why are you full of bad thoughts in your heart?"

"No way!" Shang Luo called Qu and said, "I'm trying to fight for you."

"How can you fight against injustice? Abbot Lingxu is such a good person, how can you speak ill of him behind his back? This is not the behavior of a gentleman." The old monk shook his head and preached, thinking that this is where the master was shaved bald.

"I'm a woman, so I'm not a gentleman." Shang Luo pouted, "Master, you speak well of Abbot Lingxu every time you open your mouth and shut your mouth. Don't tell me you know each other well?"

"What do you mean very familiar? A girl has two eyes for no reason, but she doesn't know Mount Tai with one eye." The old monk got up angrily, and the smell of alcohol rushed towards his face, scaring Shang Luo away.

He patted the dust on his body, took out a dirty red cassock from a corner and put it on, he didn't know where to hang a hundred and eight Buddhist beads on a string, and picked up a rusty robe from the ground. The stained demon pestle.

"Cough cough."

The old monk with one hand standing up coughed twice, hiccupped, staggered and said: "Listen well, old monk, I am the abbot of Northern Shaolin, Lingxu."

".what?"

After the air was silent for three to five seconds, Shang Luo's exclamation almost scared the old monk away: "You are Abbot Lingxu?!"

The old monk who claimed to be Lingxu clapped his fingers to his ears in a very disfigured way, and said leisurely: "Why, doesn't it look like it?"

"Of course not!"

Shang Luo's eyes widened, and she began to walk around the old monk Lingxu, looking over and over again. The person in front of her was worse than the disciples of the Dirty Clothes Sect of the Beggar Gang. He was simple but not unclean. This old monk Just like the ones that came out of the garbage dump.

The rumored abbot Lingxu, who is so powerful in the martial arts world, makes Mo Dao lose his nerve when he hears his name, and is as famous as Qi Yunzi, the head teacher of Wudang. How could he be such a sloppy guy who smells of alcohol?

Shang Luo couldn't think of how to describe it for a long time, and after holding back for a long time, she could only say: "How do you look like the abbot of Northern Shaolin!"

Lingxu stroked his beard full of mud, and said leisurely: "The person who said that all living beings are neither me nor that, why is it not me? I am a sentient being, so it is not me, why is it not that? Hey! Then You bastard! Don't spoil the old monk's bamboo! It's very expensive!"

The first half of the old monk's words had already stunned Shang Luo, and it was only after the second half of the old monk's violent drinking that he turned her dizzy mind back.

She hurriedly looked back, it turned out that when she and the old monk were facing each other, Lu Hanjiang had already ran away to the bamboo forest with a bored expression on his face. Distressed all over his face.

Lingxu made strides like flying, and in the blink of an eye, Shang Luo, the old monk came to Lu Hanjiang, snatched back half of the green bamboo with his big hand, and the remaining half was still in Lu Hanjiang's hands.

"Good boy, you have two skills." The old monk Lingxu stared hard: "Hmph, did your master teach you martial arts so that you can bully orphans and widows?!"

Lu Hanjiang threw the remaining half of bamboo to the side, and said quite speechlessly: "Old monk, you are almost done, you are good at martial arts, you can run and jump, what are you crying about just now, at least you are old, but Show some face, you."

The old monk Lingxu blew his beard: "What a sharp-tongued boy, before you trespassed on the Shaolin Temple, why don't you allow me to try it out?"

Lu Hanjiang despised this old monk very much. If outsiders saw the way he was crying and howling just now, he would feel ashamed for Bei Shaolin. He chose a shameless abbot.

"How do you know that we are trespassing?" Lu Hanjiang spread his hands, a little rascally.

"Yo, kid still doesn't admit it," Lingxu gave Lu Hanjiang a contemptuous look: "Northern Shaolin is not a small family. If you are a disciple of the Xiaoyao Sect, they won't send someone to follow you? I don't see a guide right now. What else can you do if you are not trespassing?"

"Maybe he just got lost."

To show his face, Lu Hanjiang may not be afraid of this old monk, he said indifferently: "Old abbot, since you already knew my identity, why did you bother to come out just now?"

"Don't say it, don't say it."

The old monk shook his head, as if the smell of alcohol was on his head again, he immediately put aside the unhappiness just now, and didn't mention the bamboo thing now, turned around and asked: "There are guests coming from far away, why don't we have a drink?"

"...Are you really a monk?" Lu Hanjiang suddenly became suspicious.

The old monk laughed loudly: "That's a good point, the wine and meat have passed through the intestines, the Buddha kept it in his heart, and the West Street was drinking and the East Street was drunk. The days of the gods are not as interesting as knocking wooden fish in the temple every day?"

"I can't see it, old monk, you are quite open-minded." Lu Hanjiang frowned, then waved his hand and refused: "But it's a pity, I don't drink, why don't you serve me some tea."

"You're not too polite, boy, are you really a disciple of the Xiaoyao Sect?" This time it was the old monk's turn to look surprised.

Lu Hanjiang asked curiously, "Why, is it strange that Xiaoyao Sect disciples don't drink alcohol?"

"Of course it's strange," the old monk said leisurely and complacently: "The Xiaoyao faction is all drunkards from top to bottom, Taixuan and Taiwei are all people who love wine, and Taiyi is also a member of this way. After hearing that he got drunk once, he made a child out of confusion. , and then gave up drinking.”

"Yo Huo, there is such a thing, come and tell me quickly." Lu Hanjiang said enthusiastically.

(End of this chapter)