Chapter 1698: Master Zhiran

At the end of the bamboo forest, there is a protruding area, is a huge rock, as if the human tongue out of the lips, on the "tip of the tongue" above, that is, the rock at the end of the position, sitting squarely on a bald monk, is the back to the crowd.

From the back view, the monk should not be small, thin, slightly humped back, wearing a monk robe looks a little dirty, as if there are a few small patches on the back, with the front of the Huikong master, wearing a natural is a lot worse.

As soon as he saw this skinny back, Master Huikong slowed down his steps and straightened his robe before walking towards that skinny figure.

"Huikong, who let your brat bring someone here? Didn't you say that no one should disturb me when I'm sitting in meditation? You brat seems to have disobeyed, believe it or not, Master Uncle will spank your brat's ass! Huh?"

That skinny figure must be the legendary Master Zhaifan, he raised his hand, surprisingly holding a gourd in his hand, tilted his neck, took a sip, and said without looking back, obviously a little upset.

Old Liu head inhaled his nose, smelled a familiar smell, clearly is the smell of wine, could not help but be shocked is dumbfounded, with modern words is the destruction of the three views, rumors of Master Chengfan even drinking, is not a violation of the great precepts of Buddhism? As a Buddhist, but also such a high level of seniority, how can you drink?

Not only is the old Liu head smelled the smell of alcohol, Wu Feng also smelled, his surprise is not smaller than the old Liu head, this old monk not only drink, talk is also upside down, no form, but also said what to beat Huikong master's buttocks, Huikong masters old, and his own master Qingfeng Taoist similar age, it is difficult to imagine, Huikong masters by the thin old man spanking is what kind of a situation! ……

In an instant, Master Zhaifan's image of a worldly, supreme monk piled up in Wu Feng's mind instantly collapsed, properly, literally collapsed, not a single bit left.

Master Huikong's face flushed red, looking very embarrassed, he smiled apologetically at Wu Feng and Old Liu Tou who had their mouths wide open and couldn't close their mouths all the time, then quickly walked over, and with one hand, he snatched the wine gourd in the hands of that dry and skinny monk, and said with great resentment: ''Oops! Master Yuifan! It turns out that you said here to sit in meditation, do not let people come over to disturb, actually hiding here to drink, some time ago, I did not tell you? Wine can no longer drink, we are Buddhist, drinking is a big precept, how can you not listen to persuasion?"

"Brat, do you still know that I am your senior uncle? You don't let the old man drink in the temple, also can only run to this hanging cliff to drink, run to here still don't let the old man drink, then the old man will jump to the bottom of this cliff to drink, you kid believe it or not?"

Master Dafan said, "rub" a stand up body, gesture to jump towards the bottom of the cliff, but was Huikong master grabbed the arm, and begged bitterly: "Uncle, you can not scare nephew ah, I can you so a uncle… ……I'm not sure if you'll be able to do it, but I'm sure that you'll be able to do it. …OK, OK, OK! Senior nephew's son returned the wine gourd to you, just don't jump ……"

"That's more or less ……" Master Yueran blanked Huikong monk a glance, a hand again snatched the wine gourd in the hands of Huikong monk, beautifully drank a mouthful of it, very enjoyable appearance.