Killing God Chapter 16: White-faced bald donkey

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Xiaochen picked out a big vat with a very decent appearance. As soon as he asked the price, Xiaochen was immediately dumbfounded, and then he scolded all three generations of the sick old man's ancestors.

It turned out that the money left by the sick old man to Xiaochen was only enough to buy this big jar. Poor Xiaochen never went down the mountain to buy anything. He had almost eaten and drank the money that the sick old man gave him, so he had to bite the bullet and ask. Boss: "Brother, can you use less of your tank?"

"Oh, little brother, you're making it difficult for me to do this. I'm doing a small business, but it's okay, let's make it cheaper for you! How much did you pay for it?" The boss said with a painful expression on his face .

Xiaochen smiled gratefully and said, "Is this money worth it?"

The boss smiled stiffly, then smiled: "Little brother, you really know how to joke, hehe..."

Xiaochen also smiled and said, "No, I'm not joking, I really only have a penny, if you don't believe me, I'll show it to you." As he spoke, he was about to take the money out of his arms.

The boss didn't seem to be joking when he heard Xiaochen, his face turned green at that time, all the folks in the village were watching! I was tricked by this kid. If I didn't get my face back, I asked myself how to see people in the future, so I got angry and said: "Stinky kid, you are playing me!"

"Hahahaha..."

Xiaochen was about to speak, but was interrupted by a burst of laughter. He turned around and found that not far away, a white-faced young monk was laughing backwards and forwards. Xiaochen saw that the laughing monk was in his early twenties. Wearing a large apricot-yellow monk's robe, with a string of amber rosary in front of his belly in his right hand, his bald head is inlaid with nine ring points on his head, his eyes become slits when he smiles, his white teeth are neat, his face is delicate and his head is faintly hidden. Shengguang, at a glance, you know that the cultivation base is good.

The boss's expression became even more ugly when he heard someone mocking him. Seeing that things could not be better today, he was thinking about countermeasures.

Xiaochen listened to the monk's laughter, although he was not angry, but he was still a little unhappy when others eavesdropped on him, so he said, "You white-faced bald donkey, what are you laughing at."

The monk's smile immediately froze on his face. Usually, some call him a bald thief, some call him a bald donkey, and some call him a master. With such a novel title of donkey, I couldn't help but feel a chill.

The monk saw Xiaochen wearing the Taoist robe of Xuanqing Mountain, and he believed that he was a stunned young man, thinking that Xiaochen was the first disciple who went down the mountain to practice. His face returned to normal, and he said to the boss, "Donor, I think this little brother really didn't bring any money. I'll give the monk this big pot of money for him." Not bad for the boss who sold the cylinder. He said to Xiao Chen again: "Little donor, I have already given you the money for you, monk, you can take this big vat with you." After speaking, he looked at Xiao Chen with a smile.

How can Xiaochen mix with the old man who is ill every day, how can he not understand the world, the old man said, "This world is very realistic, and there is only one share of humanity for every profit, and there is nothing to be courteous. The pie that fell from the sky is likely to die in one bite.”

Xiao Chen didn't show any gratitude towards the monk. The boss and monk who were watching were stunned for a while. The difference was that the boss broke into a cold sweat. Thinking of such a big tank, this kid could lift it up and run. If he was embarrassed just now, he would be beaten.

The monk was ecstatic after being surprised. What was surprising was that Xiao Chen obviously had no spiritual power, but he lifted the big tank with his bare hands. If he was from Kuilong Mountain, he would not be so surprised. However, Xiaochen is wearing the Taoist clothes of Xuanqing Mountain, and Xuanqing Mountain is practicing the magic and Taoism. Although his body has been transformed by spiritual energy all the year round, it is much better than ordinary people. Cylinder, it is absolutely impossible to do it by myself, not to mention that Xiao Chen obviously does not have any spiritual power in him.

The happy thing is, seeing Xiaochen ignoring him, not saying that he doesn't want the big tank, but just lifted the big tank and left, this performance is not something that can't be explained by Leng Touqing, it's clearly because he wants to take advantage and is afraid of trouble. This satisfied the monk's appetite, so the monk walked in the direction where Xiao Chen left.

Xiaochen carried the big tank, ignoring the strange gazes of the pedestrians, and quickly left Qingfeng Town and rushed towards Xuanqing Mountain. When he was less than two miles away from Xuanqing Mountain, he suddenly stopped. The reason It was he who saw that the white-faced monk he had just met was sitting on a large rock less than ten feet ahead, looking at him with a lewd smile.

Seeing Xiaochen stop, the white-faced monk slowly stood up and walked towards Xiaochen.

Xiaochen stopped to watch the monk come over, and said first: "Master is not waiting for me."

The monk Wen Xiaochen called himself a master, almost didn't laugh, and replied: "Come on, kid, stop pretending, the word rogue is written on your face."

Xiaochen thought that he was acting good enough, but he didn't expect the monk to say anything, so he didn't hide it, and said loudly: "Who told you that I'm a hooligan, we are people who love flowers and see flowers blooming, pure and clean. "Master Chen." Xiaochen boasted for a while, until the monk's eyes almost fell out, then Xiaochen changed the subject and asked, "How do you know my nickname is a hooligan?"

The monk saw that Xiaochen was no longer covering up, and he was no longer pretentious, and said: "This is simple." Then he put his head next to Xiaochen's ear and whispered, "My nickname is wretched, understand?"

Xiao Chen suddenly realized: "So it's a wretched brother? I've been looking forward to it for a long time."

The monk replied cooperatively: "You are polite, the poor monk's name is Mozhi."

"Ink? Your name is really loud enough." Xiao Chen misunderstood and joked.

"Zhi, Xianzhi's Zhi." The monk had expected Xiaochen to misunderstand, so he explained.

Xiaochen and the monk just sat down and chatted on the side of the road.

Xiaochen learned from the monk that he became a monk at Xuanyuan Ancient Temple. He has been a monk for nearly a hundred years, and now he is a disciple of three generations of Mozi. If he was placed in Xuanqing Mountain, he would be a generation older than himself.

Monk Mozhi was ordered to come to Xuanqing Mountain to pass the 100-year-old Jietianfeng Rookie Ranking Tournament. It's a big secret, and Xiao Chen doesn't care too much.

This time I met Xiaochen in Qingfeng Town. It was because the monk was addicted to alcohol. Thinking of the city to relieve his cravings, the drinker was so happy that he suddenly saw a disciple from Xuanqingshan come to the town, so I followed him to see Look, I didn't expect Xiaochen to wander around the town for a long time, and the monk Mozhi wanted to go crazy, but saw the scene of Xiaochen and the purchase of a tank, and then there was the scene of the monk laughing.

After getting to know each other a little, a hooligan and a wretched two became close friends and immediately became good brothers. After talking for a while, the two got up and prepared to go up the mountain. When they came to the foot of the mountain, Mozhi was going to send a letter to Xuanqing Mountain. The steward asked to start the big formation, but Xiaochen took out the black token that the sick old man gave him and was about to start the formation.

This shocked Monk Mozhi a lot. Xiaochen didn't know that he was holding a token that could only be possessed by the heads of the past dynasties, but Xuanyuan Ancient Temple and Xuanqingshan have always been friends, and Mozhi, who is a disciple of three generations How could Zhi not know, and was shocked, when Mo Zhi saw Xiaochen's indifferent expression, he knew that he definitely didn't know what he was holding, and it must be because his teacher didn't want to tell his disciples his identity, and he was even worse. Exported.

Mozhi stared at the token in Xiaochen's hand, which said "Fourteen" Qingyu, which is obviously the name of the previous Xuanqing head, and why the token of Xuanqing Mountain's previous headmaster is in Xiaochen's hands Woolen cloth? This becomes a mystery.

When Xiaochen opened the great formation, he had to ask Mozhi to go in with him, but how could monk Mozhi dare to go in with Xiaochen? These big factions, without permission, will be executed by outsiders who enter, and their identity is not high. Going in rashly must be a lifeless death, so after telling Xiaochen the reason, he sent a letter to Xuanqing's office.

Xiaochen said goodbye to Mozhi and carried the big vat to the pavilion. Even if he worked day and night, his body was still a mortal body. Carrying this big vat up the mountain, for Xiaochen It was still a test, and Xiao Chen had to stop and go to move the big vat to the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion.

Xiaochen finally carried the big vat back to the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion, and his life was on the right track. Every day, he read books and took a medicinal bath while practicing the secret scriptures given to him by the sick old man.

And the sick old man has never been seen, this time Xiaochen has really become the boss of the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion.

However, there is a difference. Since the last time I saw Ling Ziling, Xiaochen would think of her from time to time. This is definitely not because of the feeling of being obsessed with beautiful women. He and Ni Cangtian have often gone to other peaks to steal Watching the female disciples bathe, there are not a few beautiful women, but no one has ever made Xiaochen like this.

"It's over, it's over, I don't like her, right." Xiao Chen sat in the place where sick old people often sat, with a sad look on his face.

"It's over, it's over, you don't like her, do you?" Ni Cangtian covered his face and pretended to be very distressed.

"I want to find her." Xiao Chen suddenly stood up and said.

"Yes, go find her." Ni Cangtian responded immediately, "Ahhh, can you make some progress?"

"Never mind, I'll go now." Xiao Chen didn't seem to hear Ni Cangtian at all.

"It's over." Ni Cangtian lay on the chair Xiaochen left, shaking his head.

Just do what he said, Xiaochen went straight down the back mountain of the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion, and when he was about to choose the road up the mountain at the intersection, he realized that he didn't know which road to choose, because he didn't even know that Ling Ziling was on the top of the mountain. man of.

Xiaochen slapped his thigh, "This is the end of the game. If there is such a large mountain, if I search one by one, I will be exhausted and unable to find it."

Depressed and with no other choice, Xiaochen had no choice but to turn around and walk back. On the way back, Xiaochen met several fellow travelers, who were wearing similar clothes to Xiaochen.

"Dude, do you know Ling Ziling?" Some people have hope, and Xiao Chen hopes to hear about Ling Ziling from them.

"Crazy." Hearing Xiaochen's words, one of them turned his head and glanced at Xiaochen angrily. He noticed that there was no spiritual power fluctuation in Xiaochen's body.

"Hey, how are you talking?" Xiao Chen glared, but the two of them ignored him at all and didn't even look back, "Your uncle, who the **** is a lunatic?"

Xiaochen doesn't understand why these two are like this. He just asked a question and was treated like this, "It must have been his cultivation that damaged his head, and it's also pitiful."

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