While Bai Wuqiu was talking, Wu Mian lazily walked out of another thatched cottage. The white-haired man looked at the bald heads blocking Bai Wuqiu, who claimed to be monks. At this time, Bai Wuqiu pulled Xiao Rensan and walked out from behind Bai Wuqiu. After a look at the monks, the old guy smiled and said to his cheap son: "Old man, I just told you, give them some handfuls of wheat flour, and give them ten or eight more money. Look, you don't appreciate it."

After seeing Wu Mian appear, the older monk became restless. He deliberately or unintentionally glanced at the white-haired man several times. After Gui Bugui finished speaking, he hesitated for a moment and said to the old guy: "I dare to ask if you are alchemists. A hundred years later, there is a white-haired alchemist in the Huainan Prince's Mansion. I wonder if you have heard of it."

"If the rich families in Shouchun City don't go, they just come up to this mountain, and you know that you are not that simple." When the monk talked about the topic directly, Wu Mian sneered. He slowly glanced at the six bald men and said to Gui Bugui: "It's noisy early in the morning, please send them away." After that, Wu Mian turned around and returned to the house.

After seeing Wu Mian return, the monk who led the lead seemed a little disappointed, but he seemed to know the details of Wu Mian, Gui Bugui, and there was no entanglement among them. He just stood here and refused to leave. He continued to inquire about the whereabouts of the alchemists who lived in the Huainan Prince's Mansion.

"Old man, I'm just now aware that you are asking for something. There is no reason in this world to ask for money. It's not that I said you monks, you monks, you shouldn't be like this next time." After Gui Bugui smiled, he reached out to the monk's clay pot, and took back the handful of golden crocks that Bai Wuqiu was still there before. Then, he pointed to the direction of the back mountain and said, "I saw that there was no place there. I walked all the way to the hillside of the back mountain. There was a large field of wild vegetable fields, which was enough for you to eat for half a month. Now, I'm about to go, and it will be cheaper if I go late."

After a few words, the old guy smiled and pulled Xiao Rensan back to the thatched cottage. Before entering the door, he didn't forget to say to Bai Wuqiu: "Silly son, don't be so generous in the future. With this money in two days, your father will take you to the brothel in the city. I originally wanted to find a banshee to live a family life for you, but you also know that most of the monsters in the world have gone up to the demon mountain. It is really not easy to find a banshee for you. Your father, I will take you to the brothel first, waiting for the right banshee to be there..."

"Don't mess with me with these useless things, I won't go," although the first time they met was at the entrance of the brothel in Shouchun City, Bai Wuqiu has completely forgotten that part of it. The idiot spat at his 'bird father' and continued, "Can you guys be worthy of me? You don't even have breast hair, scales or feathers. What's the point of being bare? You want to go to my bed, bah, you think beautifully."

Gui Bu Huihua wanted to persuade him, but was stopped by Xiao Rensan on the side: "I'm old, don't you know your son? It's not good to adjust it. When I took him to see the Queen Mother take a bath, there were 120 people who didn't want to. Take us ginseng, so we don't have to hurry back. Let's stay for two months before talking about it..."

When they were talking, the three of them had already returned to the thatched cottage. Bai Wuqiu took care of the gate and stopped paying attention to the bald monks blocking the door. After a long time, they were hungry or tired and naturally left.

Unexpectedly, after they closed the door, these monks did not mean to call the door again. After they discussed it in a circle, one of them left here. The remaining five people sat cross-legged at the door of the cottage. Under the leadership of the old monk, they began to recite the scriptures in a low voice as if they were singing opera.

The people in the cottage didn't care about them. When it was time to dinner, the few people in the cottage just kept cooking. The monks sitting at the door chanting seemed to have not seen it. They were all the time until the sky was completely clear. After that, these people had no intention of leaving. Apart from chanting, they didn't even have the convenience of getting up, as if they didn't know what food and drink or what rest was. Until the next morning, Bai Wuqiu opened the door and saw these five people sitting at the door reciting scriptures.

"It's not over, right? I've done the thing that blocks people's doors and curses, and I haven't blocked people's doors and recited the scriptures at the doors," while speaking, Erlangzi pointed to the white-headed monk and continued, "There are no dead people in my house. What kind of scriptures do you howl? What kind of evil did your parents do? You gave birth to these people. When you gave birth to you, you were in the toilet. You didn't wash you clean and took it out. First, do you think the toilet is more close than a new house? You went to the toilet as soon as you got home, right? People treat you to drink and eat meat. You bald men directly enter the toilet...,,"

Bai Wuqiu has an amazing talent in cursing the streets. Originally, these monks were already out of the world when they recited the scriptures and turned a blind eye to the world. However, since this naughty man cursed the streets, some of them had forgotten the words. They couldn't remember what was in the scriptures, but they remembered the toilets they had been to in this life.

Finally, except for the monk Lu, who was the leader, who could continue to recite the scriptures, the other four young monks were sweating, hungry, tired, and wanted to go to the toilet and remembered the mundane things like the fact that the four monks had begun to tremble slightly. As Bai Wuqiu's curse became more and more ugly, the swaying of the four people became larger and larger.

"Forget it, don't stay here, go back to the temple to rest." The monk who led the lead finally stopped reciting scriptures, opened his eyes and looked at the four disciples. After sighing, he closed his eyes again and said to the disciples: "Go back and tell your brothers that they don't need to go up the mountain. If I still don't return for more than a month, it's good that I pass away. The position of the presidency in the temple will be held by Junior Brother Zhimiyuan. Okay, let's go, don't delay my practice..."

After the old monk finished speaking, the other four disciples first clasped their hands together and saluted him respectfully. After the ceremony, the four people immediately jumped up and ran away with their stomachs. Seeing their panic, Bai Wuqiu laughed and shouted behind them: "If it is convenient, go farther, don't let the stench float over, and then smoke your master."

After watching the four people grit their teeth and run out, Bai Wuqiu continued to smile and said to the old monk: "Old thing, your disciples are gone, just right, otherwise it would be nice to hear your disciples' words behind you. Look at your appearance, and your wife is a few wives in the family. You are begging for food every day. Can your wife still be raised? If you don't go back and see if the children at home look like you or look like your neighbors..."

The old monk had much stronger concentration than his disciples. No matter how Erlang was cursing, he seemed to have not heard it. The scriptures he recited were not paused at all.

Erlangzi stood in front of him and scolded until noon. He didn't see the old monk reacting at all. He originally thought that he had practiced techniques like fasting and could persist without eating or drinking. However, after a day and a night, the old monk's face had fallen into it, and his head and face were sweating when he was chanting, but the rhythm of his chanting was not at all disordered.

Erlangzi could have continued to scold, but Gui Bugui called him in. The people in the thatched cottage thought that the old monk did not exist, and continued to eat, drink and have fun, and were not affected by the old monk.

After seven days of stalemate, the old monk was already skinny. Because he had no water, the scriptures he recited could no longer make a sound, and he could only move his mouth, indicating that he was still there? Late at night on the seventh day, Gui Bugui walked out of the cottage with his hands behind his back, squatted in front of the old monk, and said to him with a smile: "I admire you a little, tell me, what do you want to do with such a tossing," he said to him with a smile: "Old man, I admire you a little. Tell me, what do you want to do with such a tossing,"
Chapter completed!