Taoist temple that will cross

Chapter 716 The Story of Monkey King
What?
Let the future generations know how many martial arts experts, legendary figures, and living fossil-level existences, Fang Laomo, who was frightened by the news, looked bewildered.

He didn't come back to himself until Cao Yi's figure completely disappeared.

Walking around the room with a pair of small hands behind his back, he repeated in his mind Cao Yi's expression when he patted him just now, as well as gestures that might have some special meaning.

After a long time, my head was about to explode at the thought, and I didn't want to understand what it meant.

At the same time, in a small building on the side of the street a few miles away from Fang Zhai.

King Shen, who had already ordered the wine and dishes, poured wine for Cao Yi and said with a smile, "I don't know, but I thought it was the beautiful monkey worshiping the ancestor Bodhi."

After Cao Yi glared at it, he picked up the wine glass, sipped it, put it down again and said, "Fang Han is from a bad background. He is used to the coldness and warmth of human relationships, and he has developed inferiority complex, selfishness, boldness, and resilience. Strong, vicious, villainous, and other complicated characters, he is very similar to the monkey who just debuted, if he hadn’t been corrected a little when he was still weak, I hindered him that day, he might have killed me too.”

King Shen patted his thigh and said, "Don't tell me, it's really similar to a monkey. When a monkey was born, it was only wild. To put it bluntly, it was selfish and cruel. The TV series beautified the monkey. Later, the monkey left Huaguo Mountain for longevity. , all the way across the ocean, ran to the land, and wandered in human society for a long time. I was used to seeing the warmth and coldness of people. When I practiced with the Bodhi ancestor, I didn’t make mistakes. It was exposed, and he didn’t know how to bear it. Whoever bullied him, he was the one who was right, and finally ended up being suppressed. If Fang Han hadn’t been cheated by an author, his background was against the sky, and his fate would be worse than that of Monkey King.”

Having said that, it gave Cao Yi a meaningful look.

Cao Yi is not a protagonist who is always hanging around in his life, and always survives from adversity.

Cao Yi ignored him and continued drinking and eating.

Speaking of it, this kind of smoky life is the real life. Those hard-working protagonists who practice every day, don't know their age, and don't know the various aspects of life, live too boring.

In a flash, half an hour passed.

The food is finished, and the wine is also finished.

"Master Dao, why don't I show him clearly, I guess he is not as smart as a monkey."

King Shen said in a low voice.

Cao Yi hummed.

He was also a little worried that Fang Han was confused.

……

In the room, Fang Han didn't even eat to think about what Cao Yi meant.

I was so hungry that my stomach croaked.

It's too late to eat now.

He remembered that there was a piece of pastry in the cabinet beside the bed.

It was on his birthday not long ago. He gritted his teeth and spent money to buy it. He didn't want to eat it, so he kept it there.

He rummaged through the cabinet, found the key, opened the cabinet, and was dumbfounded.

The pastry in it was gone, just a little crumbs.

In the corner not far from the pastry box, there was a small mouse hole at some point.

"Damn mouse, how dare you steal my sweet-scented osmanthus cake"

He was so angry that his head was smoking.

Just then, a small head popped out of the mouse hole.

Fang Han practiced for so long, it was not in vain, he stretched out his hand very quickly, and suddenly reached out and grabbed the little mouse's head.

"Squeak..."

The little mouse screamed in panic.

Fang Han carried the little mouse with a hostile face, walked to the bucket, scooped up some water, went outside, and poured it in the depression.

Then, squat down and press the little mouse inside.

The little mouse squeaked and struggled.

Just when the little mouse was about to die, Fang Han stopped.

Go back to the room, find tools for making a fire, and light a fire at the door.

Put the little mouse on the fire for a while, and bring it for a while.

The little mouse was tortured to death.

Fang Han was still angry, so he found another knife, and he wanted to skin the little mouse.

After watching King Shen outside the yard for a long time, the corners of his mouth twitched.

This kid is too vengeful, so don't offend him in the future.

After all, Fang Han still hadn't finished skinning the little mouse.

His technique was too unfamiliar, and the little mouse was injured too badly, so he died with one stab.

"Fang Han, what are you doing?"

Shen Wang attached himself to Fang Dayu who lived in the same yard as Fang Han, and came out carrying an oiled paper bag.

"This mouse ate my sweet-scented osmanthus cake"

Fang Han said depressedly.

"It's okay, I have roast chicken here"

Shen Wang smiled and shook the oiled paper bag in his hand.

Fang Han was a little surprised, Fang Dayu was not a very generous person in his memory.

"You have to take out the half bottle of wine you hid"

Shen Wang deliberately licked his lips and said.

"I'm going right now"

Fang Han turned and went back to the room.

Soon, he came out with a half bottle of wine.

The two were on the stone table in the small courtyard, chatting and spanking while drinking and eating roast chicken.

Fang Han hesitated to speak several times.

Shen Wang was worried for him.

"I, I have something to ask you?"

Fang Han finally couldn't help but said.

"what's up?"

Shen Wang didn't lift his head.

"I have a friend who met an expert. He wanted to worship an expert as a teacher, but the expert patted him on the shoulder three times and left. What do you mean by that?"

Fang Han asked calmly.

And I have a friend, you think you are making up stories on Zhihu.

Shen Wang complained in his heart.

"Three pats on the shoulder, I don't know, but three pats on the head, I do know."

King Shen said.

Fang Han's eyes suddenly brightened, "What does it mean to slap three times on the head?"

The wine glass on the stone table of the Shen Dynasty pouted.

Fang Han understood immediately and poured a glass of wine for King Shen.

Shen Wangmei finished his drink before saying: "It's a long story, this is a story about a monkey..."

Fang Han has been working in Fang's house, and his eyes almost popped out after hearing such a mysterious story about Journey to the West.

I heard that the monkey was born in an extraordinary way.He was very envious, he was born a slave.

Hearing that monkeys are free in Huaguo Mountain, he yearns for it very much.

These years, he was trapped in Fang's house like a bird in a cage.

Hearing that the monkey was distressed for longevity, he thought of himself who had always hoped to truly cultivate.

He felt the same way when he heard that the monkey had suffered all the way to become a master.

When he heard that the monkey was asking for a teacher, he wanted to learn the real skills, so he repeatedly rejected Patriarch Bodhi, and got hit on the head three times. His expression was very strange.

Why did the Taoist priest act so much like the Bodhi ancestor.

"The monkey is so smart, he figured it out very quickly, three strokes means the third watch. At the third watch, he went to find Patriarch Bodhi, and the patriarch was indeed waiting for him. So from that day on, the monkey embarked on the road of practice. Quickly learned somersault cloud, 72 changes..."

Shen Wang didn't stop talking until the monkeys made a big disturbance in the heavenly palace.

"Later, what happened afterwards?"

Fang Han asked anxiously, just like those readers who couldn't read the following because the author suddenly stopped updating.

(End of this chapter)