Picked up a fairy island

Chapter 264 Ascetic monk, wise battle
While the monk was speaking, before Yang Fantong could disagree, he sat down and even piled up some sundries on the table, almost occupying most of the table.

"Boss, put more meat in a bowl of ramen!"

This monk openly asked the store to put more meat, and his tone of speech was very skillful, like a person who is often used to eating big fish and big meat.

"Master, aren't monks forbidden to eat meat?" Qing Cang asked curiously in a low voice.

Yang Fan was also a little speechless, smacking his lips, unable to speak for a long time.

At this time, the monk looked at Qingcang with a smile on his face, "Little benefactor, the wine and meat have passed through the intestines, and the Buddha will keep it in his heart. As long as he has great kindness in his heart, it doesn't matter what he eats!"

Unreasonable, can you eat meat if you want to eat meat? What excuses do you have?

Yang Fan winked at Qing Cang, and then continued to explain to him the basic knowledge about the cultivation world.

"Teacher, no matter whether a person is a demon, a demon or a Buddha, he has good and bad. In a word, if people don't offend me, I won't offend others. , if you can’t beat the opponent, then write it down first, and punish him when you become stronger in the future, in short, we just can’t suffer.”

"Teacher has written it down!" Qing Cang nodded solemnly.

"Amitabha, this benefactor, when is it time to repay the injustice? If everyone can put down the butcher's knife, then there will be peace in this world. Why not do it?" The monk suddenly interjected.

Yang Fan frowned and stared at the monk, and continued to say to Qing Cang, "Apprentice, besides what I told you just now, there is one more thing you must keep in mind. , then you warn him three times first, if the other party still refuses to give up after three times, then just chop him with a knife, no more beeps."

"Tu'er wrote it down!" Qing Cang glanced at the monk and nodded solemnly.

This made the monk feel a little upset after hearing this, and he sighed and shook his head, "Oh, benefactor, you are too hostile, the poor monk here has a concentration spell that can help..."

"This is the second time!" Yang Fan said calmly, taking a sip of Ice Soul Brew, squinting at the monk.

"Hey, benefactor, you are so angry that you must hurry up..."

Bang!

Before the monk finished speaking, Yang Fan suddenly took out a big knife and put it on the table.

"This is the third time!"

Seeing this, the monk wriggled his throat and wanted to continue to say something, but after seeing the big knife full of evil spirit, he finally decided to endure it.

A good man doesn't suffer from immediate losses, I don't have the same knowledge as a rough person like you.

"Teacher, did you see, no matter what time it is, we must not be cowardly, and it will be the same when you walk in the rivers and lakes in the future!" Yang Fan said to Qing Cang again while drinking a small wine.

"Well, I've made a note of it!" Qingcang kept nodding like a chicken eating rice, and sighed in his heart, Master, he is so tough, but he frightened the monk so much that he dared not speak.

At this time, the bear demon in the store served two large bowls of ramen, which smelled good.

"Hurry up and have a good night's rest after eating. We have to continue on our way tomorrow morning!" Yang Fan stopped talking, picked up his chopsticks and ate voraciously. Cang burst into a daze.

"So you can eat noodles like this?"

...

After a while, I was full with food and drink, paid the money, and left the ramen shop.

After wandering around the street for a while, I finally found an inn with a decent environment to stay.

At night, the stars are dotted, exuding soft light and shining on the earth.

Yang Fan woke up from meditation, checked the time, and entered Xiandao.

No more beeps, and went directly to the main store of Xiannong Pavilion.

The time of day and night alternation between each star field is different. At this moment, Huangji Star is at noon, especially Shanyu Street, which is extremely lively.

In the shop, Lao Sun was busy alone, while Xiong 666 was managing order outside the door.

The sudden appearance of Yang Fan stunned the customers who were sightseeing in the store. These people were all new faces. They didn't know him as a big boss yet, and they had only heard of him.

Yang Fan didn't beep, and directly asked Lao Sun about Ke Yang.

"Island owner, Ke Yang has news. According to reliable information, he went to Zhenjie Mountain to attend the wedding of Sun Qiang, the grandson of Sun Bin, the grand elder, but due to some reasons, Sun Bin abolished his cultivation and was banned Imprisoned in the array valley." Lao Sun said concisely.

"What!?" When Yang Fan heard the news, his mentality immediately exploded. What the hell, someone who dared to use labor and capital, and even abolished his cultivation base. It is conceivable that this guy named Sun Bin is quite capable. How vicious.

At this time, Lao Sun said again, "Island Master, besides this, there is one more thing that needs to be decided by you."

"What's the matter?" Yang Fan suppressed his anger and asked in a deep voice.

"Ziwei Trading Co., Ltd. and a number of shops hired a master from Shennong Starfield to secretly develop a kind of spiritual rice called 'Chunyang Rice'. During this period of time, we have been suppressing us, and now the turnover is dropping rapidly every day! "

"MLGB!" Yang Fan suddenly swears, took out Ice Soul Brew and took a few sips while cursing, and then said in a deep voice, "It's okay, our background is not something that can be shaken by these clowns. Ji Xiaoyan is going to sell Wuxing Rice."

About Wuxingmi, Lao Sun also knew that he was very excited when he heard it at the moment, but because of Ke Yang's matter, he didn't dare to show too much excitement.

"Island owner, how to set the price?"

"One catty of high-grade spirit stone!" Yang Fan stopped talking, glanced at the few customers who were still in a daze, and returned directly to the fairy island.

"Zhenjie Mountain, Sun Bin, good, good!"

...

Silent all night.

The next day, Yang Fan took Qingcang and went straight to the super cross-boundary teleportation array of Jupiter.

Water Jupiter is more than [-] large star fields away from the star field where the boundary mountain is located. Even if you take the super cross-border teleportation array, you need to go back and forth several times.

Even if Yang Fan rushed to Zhenjie Mountain in a hurry and quickly, he slowed down because of Qingcang. After all, he is only a rookie at the second level of Qi training, so he can't bear the continuous teleportation.

Corner Valley Star.

After getting off the teleportation array, Yang Fan took Qing Cang straight to a restaurant in the city.

I ordered a few signature side dishes, and then drank some wine by myself.

Qingcang also saw that his master was in a bad mood, so he sat aside obediently and waited silently.

At this time, a sudden voice came suddenly.

"Amitabha, the two benefactors are so predestined with the poor monk, and they are able to meet again here. It is really a fate!"

The person who spoke was the meat-eating monk I met on Jupiter.

While he was talking, he strode over and sat down beside Qing Cang.

"Amitabha, the fate is destined by the heavens. To be able to meet the two benefactors twice, the poor monk feels that it is very necessary to introduce me. The poor monk is called Zhizhang!" The monk put his palms together and introduced himself.

Bang!

Yang Fan didn't beep, and directly took out the big knife and threw it on the table.

Zhizhan raised his eyebrows, and he could feel that if he dared to squeak next, then this person would really dare to draw his sword. He had a deep understanding of this feeling.

That's all, the poor monk doesn't have the same knowledge as a vulgar person like you.

"Boss, serve a plate of Ling roast beef leg, don't cut it open, and bring a jug of good wine!"

Yang Fan frowned, his expression was a bit unfriendly, but he didn't say much, took a sip of the ice soul brew, and turned his head out of the window.

After a long while, the monk's spirit roasted beef leg was served.

He touched the saliva from the corner of his mouth, first poured himself a glass of spiritual wine to moisten his throat, then rolled up his sleeves and prepared to eat, but saw that the side was staring at his green body curiously, and smiled asked.

"Little benefactor, some?"

"No, Master called me Fire Bear's Paw!"

(End of this chapter)