Xiaodao doesn't like female sex.

But Xiaodao is definitely unwilling to be a monk.

So even if he lives in Wuming Temple, he doesn't like to stay in the temple. When the old monk or the little fish prepares the meal, he will eat it. Sometimes he will go to the city to buy some food, including oil, rice, noodles, vegetables and meat.

Fortunately, the old monk may be a great monk. As he said, practicing Taoism is about the mind and nature, and it is not limited to form. Therefore, he does not eat meat himself, but he will make some meat for small fish and small knife to eat. Of course, the old monk does not have much time to cook, and most of the time it is small fish cooking.

It is said that when a monk hits a bell for a day, but the old monk never hits a bell. It seems that there is no bell to hit in this temple, and the old monk will not knock on wooden fish and recite scriptures all day long. He is really not like a monk. He doesn’t do most of the homework he does. However, the old monk will fill up the lamp oil in the main hall every day and will also put on an incense stick every day. In addition, the old monk occasionally sits at the door of the hall to read Buddhist scriptures with his children in his arms. It’s strange that the baby, who was originally the most troublesome, has since come to this Wuming Temple. I don’t know if it’s because of the Buddhist aura, he doesn’t cry anymore. Whenever he is held in his arms by the old monk, he will often laugh.

The old monk really likes this baby and often tells some Buddhist principles for him, but he doesn't care that the child doesn't understand it at all. When he talks about happiness, the child will stare at his eyes and listen carefully. As for whether he understands it, it is probably very lingering, but at this time the old monk will definitely praise the child for a few words, saying that he has spirituality and opportunity, and his future achievements will be destined to be very small.

Xiaoyu likes to hear this kind of words the old monk praises the baby, so she stops at the door of the wing and smiles.

At this time, Xiaodao would shake his head, walk out of the mountain gate with his vermilion wine gourd, and come to a pavilion halfway up the mountain. The pavilion was a bit dilapidated, but it could still shelter from the wind and rain. Sitting here, you can see the road down the mountain clearly at a glance. Someone who went up the mountain two miles away could see clearly. But what made Xiaodao curious was that he had not seen a pilgrimage up the mountain for more than half a month.

Drink and play with guns.

These two things are Xiaodao’s favorites, regardless of the primary or secondary.

However, when Xiaodao came to these five temples, he had a third hobby.

That's hunting.

Bring a dagger, put a gun on it, and rushed into the jungle on both sides of the mountain road, wilderness, bushes, and hares and pheasants from time to time. Occasionally, you can encounter small wild boars weighing less than 100 kilograms. If you are lucky, you may also encounter muntjacs. Some people in these countries may be able to eat them, but they have to spend money to buy them at the hunters' house in the mountains, but Xiaodao has caught two.

Every time he gets something, the knife will be taken back to the temple, peeled it and washed it, and then let the fish come out. The old monk usually does not eat meat or drink alcohol, but he does not refuse such pure mountain delicacies. Occasionally, he is in a good mood and will drink a few sips of the knife to burn it.

He really doesn't look like a Taoist monk.

But the more this happens, Xiaodao feels that the old monk is really high, and the meaning is beyond description.

After drinking two sips of the knife, Xiaodao played with the gun in his hand. This was a 54th style, which was similar to the one of Maliu, but the modification was even more abnormal. In fact, he had two guns, but his favorite one was this one, because this gun was more powerful than the other Desert Eagle. If you shoot the head, it was absolutely true.

Moreover, the sound of this gun is also small, and it is equipped with a sound silencer. In fact, this kind of gun is the best choice when you are in a downtown city.

He dismantled a gun into a pile of parts, but it was quickly installed by him. He gestured twice in the distance, and Xiaodao's movements were extremely skillful.

Suddenly, a person appeared on the mountain road two miles away.

Xiaodao frowned slightly and quickly put away the gun.

The person who came was a little strange, this was the first impression I gave Xiaodao.

In fact, the two sides were far apart, and Xiaodao could not clearly see the other person's appearance. However, this strange feeling filled his heart, and an instinctive sense of vigilance suddenly arises.

After swallowing, Xiaodao sat in the pavilion and took a sip of wine, his eyes never left the figure.

The person who came was not walking fast and even felt like he was swaying one step or another. From a distance, he seemed to be singing a song, which was quite interesting.

"Wandering around the world, not believing in Gods or immortals, one with dust, one with one sword and one with one pot of wine, one with one drunkenness today and no tomorrow..."

The visitor finally approached, Xiaodao's body shook, his pupils shrank suddenly, but he was thinking.

This is a Taoist priest, a very sloppy Taoist priest, a grey Taoist robe with dirty hair tied around his head, and he was inserted horizontally with a wooden hairpin, and an iron sword and a Buddha dust behind his back. The sword is a bit ancient and nothing surprising, but the Buddha dust is clean, adding a little mastery to the Taoist priest, and it looks out of place with his outfit.

Expert.

Xiaodao sighed in his heart.

This Taoist priest was about 670 years old and had a little difficulty walking, but there was absolutely no sign of breathing. It was the Taoist priest beside Yuwenxuan.

The Taoist priest walked closer to the pavilion step by step and saw Xiaodao sitting on the mountain road, blocking the way, and then kept drinking with a vermilion gourd. The Taoist priest seemed a little interested, and his eyes lit up. He took out the gourd in his hand and compared it with Xiaodao's gourd. He seemed very proud, and he laughed and said, "You are a little gourd, I am a big gourd."

This is quite nutritious, and Xiaodao is speechless.

The Taoist priest's next words are also nutritious.

"Can you let me go?"

Xiaodao stood up, hung the vermilion wine gourd around his waist, and said with a serious expression: "Do you want to go up the mountain to seek Buddha?"

The Taoist priest shook his head and said idiotly: "I'm going to kill someone."

Xiaodao seemed not surprised at all and asked, "Is the person you are going to kill a man or a woman."

"woman."

"Then I can't let it go unless you kill me." Xiaodao bit his lip.

The old Taoist priest laughed and shook his head and said, "I won't kill you."

"You're not sure you can kill me?" Xiaodao was stunned.

The old Taoist priest still shook his head.

"Are you called Xiaodao?" the old Taoist priest suddenly asked.

Xiaodao frowned and said, "Do you know me?"

"It seems that you are indeed a little knife. I heard that your marksmanship is very good, and I also heard that your surname is Cheng?" The old Taoist priest took a sip of the wine gourd and said slowly.

"Do you know my adopted father?" Xiaodao's eyes narrowed.

"Of course I know it, but that was a lot of years ago. He was still young at that time, in his twenties, and had a strong blood and blood. Once in Xi'an-"

Xiao Dao's body trembled, as if he suddenly remembered something, and said in a lost voice: "So it's you?"

This time it was the old Taoist priest's turn to be a little surprised: "Have he told you about me?"

More than 30 years ago, in the ancient city of Xi'an, Cheng Crazy, who was in a strong and bloody state, was about to kill someone, but was almost killed. Moreover, Cheng Crazy, who was in full swing at that time, only took one move on the man's hand.

One move will lead to defeat.

From then on, Cheng Crazy has become much more low-key, but this secret is only known by Xiaodao, except for Cheng Crazy himself. Moreover, this secret was only revealed by Cheng Crazy after he was drunk.

Xiaodao believed that if his current kung fu was met with Cheng Fengzi more than 30 years ago, he would win the simplicity, but he would only be able to do it in a hundred moves. Thinking of this, Xiaodao couldn't help but tremble a little and sighed secretly.

It will definitely be a death!

"Since you know me, why bother to stop me? Don't tell me, even if your adopted father comes here, it's impossible to stop me. Even if you two are together, you will not be my opponent. Are you afraid of death?"

"Fear!" Xiaodao said calmly and sighed: "But I promised others to protect Xiaoyu, and I was even more afraid that my friends would scold me for being unrighteous."

If you want to stop the old Taoist priest, it is probably impossible. However, thinking that he had promised Maliu to protect Xiaoyu's safety, Xiaodao could not let go.

"I don't want to kill you." The old Taoist priest shook his head and sighed: "I really can't bear to kill a loyal and righteous man like you!"

Xiaodao's pupils suddenly contracted, and an instinctive sense of danger emerged from the bottom of his heart. The old Taoist priest tied the wine gourd to his waist and reached behind him to grab Fo Chen's handle.

For Xiaodao, even if he dies, he will die in the battle. This is his character, so it is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for him now. After turning his hand bowl, the pistol was already in his hand. Xiaodao raised his hand and shot, which could not be described how fast it was. It seemed that he did not even have enough time in the blink of an eye, and Xiaodao shot three shots in a row.

Xiaodao, who is known as the God of Gun, shoots between only five meters apart. It is estimated that even the little tiger will be in danger. But after three shots, Xiaodao only felt that the old Taoist priest disappeared without a trace.

Xiaodao was a little shocked. Since his debut, he had met many masters, but he had never been as helpless as today. A depressed feeling appeared on his face. However, Xiaodao did not dare to be negligent at this moment and rushed forward. At the same time, he turned around and raised his gun. He saw the old Taoist priest laughing strangely at the place he had stayed before. He didn't need to aim, Xiaodao continued to shoot.

Bang bang bang bang.

Three more shots.

Unfortunately, the old Taoist priest had disappeared from the spot, but this time Xiaodao could see clearly. The old Taoist priest used a very erratic footwork and avoided the three shots that would definitely be shot, but the person suddenly dodged into the jungle on the side.

Feng Lin Mozhu, this statement does not apply to Xiaodao. He must stop the Taoist priest. Although this is almost impossible, he has to stop him.

After a pause, Xiaodao jumped into the jungle on one side, and quickly pushed the bullet and loaded it.

What made Xiaodao a little depressed was that the old Taoist priest was like a afterimage, walking quickly in front of him. In just a blink of an eye, Xiaodao chased the man and lost it.

There was silence around, but Xiaodao knew that the old Taoist priest had not left at this time, and was lurking not far away beside him, because the feeling of danger had not disappeared.

Xiaodao looked around, not to mention people, there was not even a bird.

Suddenly remembering the story of cat and mouse, Xiaodao felt that he was like a mouse now, being teased by a cat. He knew that the old Taoist priest could kill him in seconds with just waved his hand, but the old Taoist priest seemed to have no intention of killing him, but instead caught him. It seemed that this was also an old naughty boy. He probably lacked fun in his daily life, so he would never let him go when he encountered such an opportunity to play.
Chapter completed!