Chapter 761 A Serious Drunkard

The five people on the opposite side were instantly frightened by the counterattack of the demonized monk.

Or it was not a counterattack at all, but a hunting like a beast.

They saw the demonized monk baring his teeth, his face was hideous, his nails were sharp as knives, his limbs were in the air... so close.

The instinctive fear made their pupils dilate, their hearts were pulled to their throats, they couldn't breathe, their scalps burst, their hair stood on end, and when they wanted to move their legs, they found that they were too soft to move.

The five people were like deer bitten by a tiger in the throat, and closing their eyes was the only thing they could do.

"Bang!"

With a loud noise, the five people thought that their chests or heads were exploded, but they didn't feel any pain.

The five people's minds were blank, and they knew that even the Buddha they believed in couldn't save them at this moment.

In the world of cultivation, the only thing that can save you is your own fist.

After a while, the five people found that they could still breathe. The gas they had been holding in their chests blew out. They took deep breaths and never felt that the tasteless air was so sweet.

"Alive."

"We are still alive."

"Not dead."

"Great."

"Amitabha."

"The Buddha appeared."

At this time, they found that there was a dark green in front of them.

It was a person, a person wearing a dark green wide cloak. The person had his back to them and could not see his face for the time being. And the soles of the person's feet, around where they touched the ground, a series of subtle purple lightning were converging and disappearing.

The person raised a palm high, and had already supported the head of the demonized monk who pounced from the sky.

The demonized monk's head was like hitting an extremely rigid interface stone, his face was squeezed and deformed, his eyeballs were spit out, his nose collapsed, his mouth was crooked, and his teeth fell out.

As the person pushed forward with one palm.

The demonized monk's body was rolled into a ball, and flew back like a big meatball, and fell to the ground with a plop, smashing a pit.

The person who came was none other than Xu Yang who had just hidden in the tree.

Xu Yang waved his hand back and said simply: "Retreat."

The five people quickly retreated ten feet away.

Xu Yang did not use his full strength when he attacked just now. He knew that the demonized monk was not dead. He wanted to go over and say something to this demonized monk.

"Ah——"

With a roar, the demonized monk stood up from the pit.

But at this moment, his demonized appearance was mostly restrained. The thick hair on the exposed skin had faded, the sharp nails disappeared, and only the purple eyes and a small circle of demonic patterns around them were left.

Xu Yang looked at the purple pupils of the monk, and a trace of sympathy rose in his heart.

"This person should not have died, he is also a victim of demonization."

Thinking in his heart, Xu Yang walked towards the monk.

"You... don't come over. I know you are here to take me back. I will never go back to the Golden Buddha Temple." The monk said in panic.

"Is there no way to save you?" Xu Yang tried to ask.

"Save?" The monk was stunned, and then a half-smile appeared on his lips, "Of course there is."

Suddenly, the monk raised his right fist and punched it towards his left heart. On the surface of his right fist, a pale golden tiger-shaped energy that could be seen by the naked eye instantly exploded.

Bang!

The tiger hit, shattered his chest, and his heart veins were broken.

The monk fell to his knees with a plop. The dark magic pattern on his face completely disappeared, and the purple eye returned to its original black.

"I, Huiming of the Golden Buddha Temple, am not a demon." The monk had a smile on his face, and his eyes were clear and transparent, as if he saw the Buddhist country he longed for in his heart in the distance.

Plop!

Huiming lay on the ground, motionless, and had already fallen.

"This!" Xu Yang shook his head regretfully.

Seeing that the monk was completely dead, the five gray-robed monks behind Xu Yang immediately surrounded him.

"It was this man who saved us."

"Thank you hero for saving my life."

"Thank you, hero."

"Thank you, hero."

"The reincarnation of Buddha, the reincarnation of Buddha."

......

Xu Yang said: "You're welcome. Are you all monks from the Golden Buddha Temple?"

"Yes, we are disciples of the Gray Robe Hall of the Golden Buddha Temple, and we have been ordered to arrest this guy on the "Purple Disaster" list." One of them pointed at the body of the monk lying on the ground.

When Xu Yang heard that the other party was indeed a monk from the Golden Buddha Temple, he immediately felt good about him.

"I don't ask for anything in return from the monks in front of me. If I can be introduced to the Golden Buddha Temple, isn't it also a Buddhist fate? In this way, I will be closer to finding a Buddhist fate for Lin'er."

Thinking in his heart, Xu Yang naturally took off the hat covering his hair to show his friendship.

"I, Xu of the Heavenly Ghost Sect..."

Xu Yang's words have not yet finished.

The faces of the five monks on the opposite side changed drastically.

"This man's hair is purple."

"He is also purple..."

"Run."

The five monks threw away the copper sticks in their hands and ran away without looking back.

They knew that the man who had just defeated "Hui Ming" with one move was most likely a ruthless character who was demonized by the purple disaster.

Because since the disaster of "Purple Disaster" started in the Northern Territory. Several major sects in the Northern Territory joined forces with many small and medium sects to issue a notice in the Northern Territory.

The notice clearly stated that anyone with natural purple hair or purple pupils, as well as other purple markings on their body, would be banned. Otherwise, it is easy to be mistaken for a purple disaster.

Xu Yang looked at the people running away and did not catch up to explain.

He shook his head slightly and whispered: "It turns out that Purple Disaster is really so terrible."

Xu Yang turned around and saw the body of the great monk on the ground.

Simply take out a large blanket from the storage bag and cover it.

After that, Xu Yang found an open space on the edge of the forest and used the Earth Escape Technique of the Wheel Flame Spirit to create a pit in an instant and bury the great monk's body in it.

After burying the great monk, Xu Yang bowed and turned to leave.

Just walked a short distance.

"Huh?"

As far as Xu Yang could see, there was another person under the big tree where he was hiding just now.

It was an old monk with an extremely shriveled figure, like an inconspicuous piece of dead wood.

The old monk had nine ring scars neatly arranged on his head. He was wearing simple numb clothes. He was holding a shiny purple wine gourd in his hands like tree branches and was drinking wine under the big tree.

As if there is no one around, this is probably the state.

There was a fierce battle here just now, and the old monk appeared here at some unknown time.

Xu Yang was surprised at first, and then when he looked with his consciousness, he found that he could not clearly see the monk's cultivation, nor could he detect any fluctuations in the monk's spiritual power.

There are only two possibilities. This skinny monk is an expert whose cultivation is at least Daoming level or above, or he is just a mortal with no cultivation. Of course Xu Yang would not believe it was the latter.

Xu Yang walked in and took a closer look.

"Um?"

His eyes were instantly fixed on the wine gourd in the old monk's hand. Because this gourd is the same type as the wine gourd Xu Yang usually uses to hold wine.

Xu Yang subconsciously touched the wine gourd on his waist, but it was still there.

He walked up and said, "Senior monk, are you drinking here?"

The skinny monk glanced at Xu Yang and said, "Yes."

"You saw the fierce fight over there just now, right?" Xu Yang said bluntly.

"I saw it." The old monk replied simply.

"You must be a cultivator."

"Yes."

"Do you know about the Purple Scourge?"

"Know."

"You see my hair is purple, don't you think I am also a "Purple Trouble"?"

The old monk raised his eyes and looked at Xu Yang's hair, nodded and said, "Probably so."

"Then why don't you run away, aren't you afraid of getting into trouble?"

"I'm drinking and don't have time to run."

Xu Yang smiled slightly and said: "You are not a serious monk, because serious monks don't drink."

The old monk glanced at Xu Yang, pointed at the wine gourd on Xu Yang's waist, and then said: "You are not a serious "Zi Hui", and serious Zi Hui does not drink."

"Hahaha."

"Hahaha."

The two looked at each other and laughed heartily without any distracting thoughts, just like long-lost friends.

There is no such thing, because Xu Yang and this old monk are both serious drunkards.

Rule 7 of the Drunkard’s Law: A serious drunkard always carries a gourd of wine with him at all times.

Drunkards all over the world are one family.

Xu Yang simply took off the wine gourd from his waist and started drinking with the old monk.

"drink."

"Here's to you."

"Come."

"I respect you again."

...

The more the two drank, the closer they got. Two serious drunkards with the same wine gourd. What a fate.

I don’t know how much the two of them drank.

"My name is Xu Yang, and people who are familiar with me call me Xu Xiaoxian."

"My name is Mugu, and people who are familiar with me call me Lao Kutou."

"Pa." The wine gourds touched together, and the two of them raised their heads and took another sip of wine.

"Xu Xiaoxian, you came to Golden Buddha Village to seek good fortune, right?"

"how do you know?"

"Most of the outsiders who go to Jinfo Village are seeking good luck, because it has miraculous effects."

"I'd like to lend you auspicious words. To be honest, I'm here to seek Buddhahood on behalf of a friend of mine. I want to seek great blessings."

"Your friend must be a woman."

"How did you know that?"

"Because you were blushing just now."

"Really? No."

"Before I became a monk, I had a relationship. I don't know how many years ago it was. Hehe. Forget it, I can't remember it."

"You're blushing too."

"Really? No."

"Pa" The two of them raised the wine gourds in their hands and collided again.

Drink freely.

...

I don't know how much he drank. Maybe Xu Yang was busy traveling these days and was a little tired.

He actually fell asleep drunk leaning against the big tree. In his sleep, he dreamed that Lin'er had recast her body... He was drinking and celebrating with her, and they were happy...

"Little brother, it's time to wake up."

A call came to Xu Yang's ears.

Xu Yang opened his eyes and saw "Lao Kutou" with a drunken face, looking at him with a smile.

"You've been sleeping here all day. It's dawn and it's time for us to leave."

"Really? Am I drunk?" Xu Yang said with an embarrassed look.

Xu Yang felt puzzled for a while. This was the first time he saw someone who could make him drunk. He was a real master of drinking.

He looked at "Lao Kutou" with eyes full of respect.

"Don't worship me. I just woke up. Hehe." The old monk said bluntly.

After a pause, the old monk said: "You were drunk yesterday, so I didn't have time to discuss something with you."

"What's the matter? But there's no harm in talking."

"Yesterday I drank all the wine in my own gourd, and you fell asleep drunk again, so I drank all the wine in your gourd, and then I fell drunk."

"You are really a serious drunkard." Xu Yang joked.

"Your wine is really good, and I don't drink your wine in vain." As he said this, the old monk flipped his wrist.

There is a small piece of inconspicuous dead wood in the palm, only the thickness of the little finger.

"Don't underestimate this dead tree, but it is my personal treasure. It may be helpful to your friends."

Xu Yang took the dead wood and suddenly felt a warmth in his palm. The warmth spread into his body, and his soul felt like a spring breeze. The feeling was similar to the ghost wood waist pendant on Xu Yang's waist. They were both top-quality wood-attribute treasures that warmed and nourished the soul. But Milder in nature.

Xu Yang knew the weight of this treasure, so he put it away carefully and said respectfully: "Thank you for such a precious thing."

"This treasure is just a piece of wood left on me. Giving it to you may save someone important to you. That is a treasure." The old monk said with a slight smile.

After that, the old monk turned around and left. The soles of his feet seemed to have stepped on a ball of cotton, and he was swaying, just like a mortal who has not fully woken up after drinking.

As the old monk walked, he said to himself: "Don't help me, good wine, good wine."

Xu Yang looked at the old monk walking away, extended his thumb and praised: "A serious drunkard."