Mystery Leaks

Chapter 500 The Alcoholic Monk
Along the way, I thought this was an eminent monk who had attained the Tao. He should be the kind of person with a kind face and a dignified appearance. I didn’t feel something was wrong until I was about to reach the destination, because as long as I asked about Monk Mingyuan, the villagers would either point their fingers at him. , and then left in a hurry, or turned around and left without saying a word.

Only one old farmer said one more thing, let me stay away from him if I have nothing to do, and be careful of being blackmailed

When I saw him, I finally understood the reason, this monk is too lacking in the appearance of a monk.

He was lying under a big banyan tree, breasts exposed, potbellied, slovenly, and covered in mud. A bunch of mosquitoes and flies "buzzed" around him, and he could smell the smell of alcohol from afar. Mixed with body odor, it is particularly dizzy.

A pair of shoes on his feet were so dirty that he couldn't tell whether they were cloth shoes or leather shoes. None of the ten toes were leaking, and all of them were sticking out of the shoes.

Thousands of alpacas ran past in my heart. If it weren't for the clear Buddhist ring scar on his head, I would have turned around and left. I must have admitted the wrong person.

Nima, there is no such thing as a monk, the coffin of the Buddha and his elders can hardly be held down.

If Faming Temple were full of such people, I could go home now, and the Buddhist sect would not need to count on it in the future.

At this moment, he was holding a wine gourd, snoring loudly, and his feet were itchy, so they rubbed each other, drawing muddy marks, and it was obvious that I almost didn't vomit.

I quickly left a few steps, went upwind to take a few breaths of fresh air, and when I felt better, I held my breath and approached him again, and called him twice.

As a result, he didn't react at all, just turned over and continued to sleep.

I walked to the other side and yelled a few more times, but he still didn't respond.Helpless, I had no choice but to find a branch nearby, and gently poked him a few times, trying to wake him up.

But I was speechless, he still didn't respond at all.I don't know if I fell asleep or died of drunkenness.

"Hey, Master Mingyuan!" I increased my strength and even tried to kick him with my feet, but it was useless.

I'm about to collapse, what kind of guide is this damn!
After thinking about it, I immediately picked up the phone and wanted to contact Sai Yuer to see if I had mistaken the person. The monks in the legendary Buddhist holy place Faming Temple turned out to be this virtuous?It's too outrageous, right?

But when I picked up the phone, I almost dropped it, and there was no signal in the place where the birds don't shit.

Immediately I lost my temper, thinking, should I give him some ruthlessness, and set him on fire to see if you wake up.

But after thinking about it, I felt wrong, he is a guide, it would be bad if I offended, and I still expect him to lead me to Faming Temple.

After walking back and forth for a few steps, a flash of lightning flashed across my mind, and I thought of wine.

This guy looked like an alcoholic. He slept with a wine gourd in his arms. The only thing that could wake him up was alcohol.

So I immediately took out a small flat bottle of liquor from my bag, walked upwind of him, and unscrewed the cap.

The next moment, he heard his snoring stop, his nose began to move, and then he sat up abruptly, muttering: "Wine, wine, I smell wine..."

Then he stood up and touched me directly.

I was so dumbfounded, I don't know if I'm awake now, or if I'm sleepwalking smelling of alcohol, because he didn't open his eyes at all.

Seeing this, I hurriedly jumped up the tree, put the wine on the tree and jumped down. If he is sleepwalking, I can't give him the wine, he must wake up before giving it.

Monk Mingyuan also noticed that the wine had shifted, and immediately ran towards the tree.

But the next thing happened that made me even more dumbfounded. Mingyuan climbed up the tree with his hands on his hands. His speed and agility really didn't match his big belly.

After grabbing the wine bottle, he couldn't wait to pour the wine into his mouth. The small crumpled bottle was full of liquor in one gulp.

Then he blinked his mouth and said, "Is there any more?"

"Of course there is, as long as you open your eyes." I was happy, I had never seen such a drunkard before, and I didn't know how to describe it.

This is the legendary Buddhist sect, the eminent monk of Faming Temple, judging by his ability to climb trees, he is obviously not an ordinary person.From this, I finally confirmed his identity, and I was right, it was him, just a little bit too unrestrained.

Heeding the call of wine, Monk Mingyuan really opened his sleepy eyes, looked at me, and muttered: "Wine, wine is here..."

As a result, before he could utter the word "Where", he fell off with a "baji" and hit the ground face first.

I don't know which tendon is wrong with him, but he loosened his hands while hanging on the tree.

"Master Mingyuan."

I was startled, and I instinctively stepped forward, fearing that he would fall into something bad, the branch where I put the wine bottle was more than a foot away from the ground.

In the end, before I could get close enough, Monk Mingyuan suddenly jumped over and hugged my thigh, and howled loudly: "Come on, come and have a look, someone beats up my family, folks, come here!" Look, the unscrupulous youngsters are beating people..."

I was stunned for a moment, I didn't know what he was doing, and when I realized it, I immediately swiped the screen in my heart.

Nima, in this place where the birds don't shit, you can still meet people who touch porcelain.

face!

face! !
I tried hard to pull out the leg, but he hung on my thigh directly. The weight of three hundred catties almost broke my bone.

"Master, what are you doing? If you have something to say, please speak up." I was speechless and asked the sky, I really had the urge to kick him to death, if it wasn't for him.

"Young man, let me tell you, you have something to do. I have a grade 80 concussion and a comminuted fracture all over my body. If you don't get a million and [-], it will be a big deal." Monk Mingyuan looked determined to accept me. , still rubbing on my pants.

"Ah ah ah...Master, if you have something to say, don't rub it." I felt nauseous for a while, as if one leg had been soaked in a cesspit, and all the mud on his body was wiped on my trouser leg.

At this moment, I finally understood why the old farmer told me to stay away from him, to be careful of him blackmailing people. It turned out to be the case, the old farmer was kind.

"Master, as a monk, isn't this blackmailing the Buddhist family's face?" I couldn't laugh or cry.With a grade [-] concussion and a comminuted fracture all over the body, then you are still holding on to my leg so tightly that you can't make drafts when blackmailing people?
"It's useless to say what you say. If you don't give me 80 today, I won't let go." Monk Mingyuan looked like a rascal.

I completely lost my temper, sighed, and said: "Master, I don't have 80 yuan, even if I have, who puts so much money on me, otherwise, I still have a few bottles of wine on me, and I am honoring you Ok?"

"It's only a few bottles, no, no, no, at least two hundred bottles are needed to make up for my injury." Monk Mingyuan Shizi opened his mouth.

I was so angry that I almost punched it down with my fist. At this moment, my heart came to my heart, and I thought of a trump card, a trump card that can cure super alcoholics.

I immediately took out a bottle of wine and opened it, raised my hand high, tilted the bottle, the wine would not pour, and said: "Master, it's okay if you don't agree, but it's a pity for this good wine."

After finishing speaking, I tilted the wine bottle without hesitation, and the wine spilled down immediately.

The most unbearable thing for an old alcoholic is to watch the wine being poured out, especially when the wine is a special puree wine.

"Don't!"

Sure enough, Monk Mingyuan's eyes almost popped out when he saw it, he hurriedly rolled down the bottle, and opened his mouth to catch the spilled wine.

I took the opportunity to drop the bottle and retreated like lightning.

I breathed a sigh of relief, and at the same time, I was surprised to find that Monk Mingyuan swallowed all the wine I spilled into his mouth, not a single drop was wasted, and he caught the wine bottle by the way.

This not only requires extremely strong accuracy, but also requires extremely fast speed, so that the spilled wine will not be wasted at all.

Master!

I made a judgment on him in an instant, if I couldn't do it in another position, at least half of the drink would be spilled.

"Gudong!"

Monk Mingyuan swallowed the drink he had caught, pointed at me with a distressed face and said, "You young man, you are so disgusting, how can you waste good wine like this, don't you know that wasting is the biggest crime?"

"If I don't do this, why would you let me go?" I rolled my eyes and said to myself that wasting alcohol is a crime, and you are a drunken waste of life, isn't it heinous?
Monk Mingyuan didn't answer, he looked at me and said: "I don't think you are an ordinary person, why are you looking for this poor monk?"

"My name is Meng Lei. Zen Master Kongming asked me to come to you and said that you could take me to Faming Temple. I have something important to say to the eminent monk in charge of Faming Temple." I suppressed my anger and said.

As a result, Monk Mingyuan was shocked when he heard it, and he seemed to wake up three minutes from the wine in an instant, and asked in surprise, "Are you the grandson of Meng Yanji?"

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(End of this chapter)