Chapter 62: There is a sense of pressure

Early in the morning, at the foot of Shaohua Mountain, inn.

People, men, many men.

A teenage monk and a long-haired man sitting in the middle of the inn looked at each other from afar through the dense crowd.

"Is it you?"

"I am."

"Heavenly King?"

"Pagoda!"

"You are here."

"I am here."

"You should have come earlier."

"I am here already."

"You are here after all."

"I am here after all."

Silence, a long silence.

The inn was crowded with people. Not only were all the tables full, but many places were also full of people. These righteous men were all watching "Heluo Sword God" talking to a little monk with tattered robes.

The man who brought the little monk to the inn wanted to stop him from approaching the table of masters, after all, the little monk obviously did not have innateness, but now he seemed to be in doubt.

Although I could not understand what they were saying, they looked very powerful.

The two people, who seemed to be clay sculptures and wooden sculptures, were in a stalemate, and even Zhang Yuanshan and Lin Shaozhang, who were sitting at the same table, became serious.

Master Lin is a knight in this world, and he really knows nothing. Although Zhang Yuanshan knows that everyone is a teammate, he doesn't know what they are doing.

The sun hanging high in the sky is rising higher and higher, bursting out from the clouds.

The morning glow shines on the little monk at the door of the inn, as if coated with a layer of Buddha's light.

"Now that things have come to this, let's have a drink." Gu Meng finally broke the silence.

"I really want it, but I dare not ask."

It was neat and clear, word by word, without any hesitation.

...

Meng Qi thought, this is exactly the style he wanted, showing off in front of people!

It's so powerful! Brother Gu still understands me!

Wei Wuji, who brought the little monk, changed his expression. On the surface, his identity was a middle-aged innate master who came to help Shaolin, and he also enjoyed a high reputation in the world. Bringing people to the inn was just an ordinary favor for him. He didn't expect the little monk and his group of four to have any powerful identities. Unexpectedly, it seemed that he had won the jackpot.

Yes, Wei Wuji's hidden identity is a high-level undercover sent by General Duoercha, codenamed Shi Lingyu.

His purpose is to blend in with the righteous men in the rivers and lakes and wait for an opportunity to destroy the various checkpoints of Shaolin. If necessary, he will strike back and cause chaos within the enemy.

His most concerned target these two days is Gu Meng, because among the few innate masters, this person is a little too strong. He didn't even use the second trick to kill Guan Haoran. He may have interfered with the battle between Shaolin Abbot Xinji and General Duoercha, so he must be eliminated.

Originally, Wei Wuji planned to start with Wang Jin, who was a little sneaky. Now it seems that this little monk who has not yet reached the innate level may...

At the same time, Meng Qi has come to Gu Meng's square table. It happened that there was one person missing, so he sat down opposite Gu Meng without hesitation.

Although the inn was crowded, the guests around this table subconsciously left a space around it, which seemed unusually quiet.

The man on the left side of Xiao Meng's position was wearing a Zhenwu Taoist robe, handsome and masculine. Naturally, he was his teammate Zhang Yuanshan.

Xiao Meng didn't recognize the man on the right. He was quite elegant and smiling. He should be the young master that Wei Wuji had mentioned to him.

Wei Wuji had told Xiao Meng before that Gu Meng and others were disciples of hidden sects, and most of them were already innate masters at a young age.

They were chivalrous and brave for the Northern Barbarians' attack on the mountain. They traveled day and night and rushed through many interceptions. They were respected by everyone. If Gu Meng hadn't spoken first, Xiao Meng would have been warned when he approached.

The only local genius in the inn who was in his twenties and broke through the innate realm was Lin Biexue, who was qualified to talk to Gu Meng and others.

It must be said that although there are few people who are enlightened in this world, there are still geniuses. No wonder there are scenes outside. At Lin Biexue's age, if he is not dead, he will probably be a peak innate in many years.

Lin Biexue looked at the embarrassed monk curiously. He sat down without any care, took a cup without any courtesy, poured a glass of strong liquor, and said casually: "Drink first to show respect."

Gu Meng shook his head and also poured a glass of strong liquor. Zhang Yuanshan smiled and did not stop the two teammates from drinking. He poured himself a cup of tea.

Lin Biexue saw that it was not only Gu Meng, but Zhang Yuanshan was also an old acquaintance of this little monk? A smile appeared on his face, and he raised his glass to clink with Meng Qi.

The expressions of the people around him who did not know the reason became extremely wonderful, and they all guessed which famous master this was.

Then Xiao Meng triggered his early failure of pretending to be powerful. The strong liquor burned his throat and he couldn't help coughing.

"Hahaha, you, you, I knew that you were in Shaolin and you must not have had time to drink."

Gu Meng laughed. They had talked to each other and knew that they were all adults, but the mind is the mind and the body is the body. Xiao Meng's body was too young, and he directly "drink first to show respect" when he drank for the first time, of course he overturned.

Zhang Yuanshan promptly brought him tea and advised him not to be reckless about Shaolin precepts and first-time drinking.

After Meng Qi stopped coughing, he did not feel embarrassed for a moment for his pretentiousness. He immediately continued:

"If you don't know the taste of strong liquor, how can I understand the value and necessity of precepts."

"Well, there is no creation without destruction." Zhang Yuanshan echoed. As a Taoist disciple of Zhenwu Sect, he didn't care much about the monks' precepts.

"Who is this?" Lin Biexue couldn't help asking.

Gu Meng made up a story: "This little monk's name is Zhending. He is our junior brother. Well, we have both Buddhist and Taoist in our Shushan Sword Sect. He is a disciple of a Buddhist uncle who is determined to break the precepts and go down the mountain. You can call him a 'broken monk'."

"Broken Monk?" Lin Biexue thought the nickname was strange, and even this hidden sect was a little strange. Can Buddhism and Taoism be one family?

Who should be assigned the nun?

Zhang Yuanshan smoothed things over and said, "Broken Monk is just a joke by Senior Brother Gu, and Junior Brother Zhending's nickname is 'Buddha Knife of Severing Karma'."

"Buddha Knife of Severing Karma..." Lin Biexue repeated in a low voice, and then laughed, "Master Zhending is also a disciple of a hermit."

Broken Monk, Buddha Knife of Severing Karma...

Meng Qi's mouth twitched, indicating that he was not satisfied with these two nicknames.

Am I happy to be a monk? Am I happy to use a knife?

Furious...

Zhang Yuanshan also started to act cool, took a sip of tea, and said: "The hermits...are all trapped in the sea of ​​suffering, so why talk about hermits?"

"Amitabha, my Buddha is merciful, I don't want to enter the world to kill, but killing is to protect life, killing karma is not killing people."

Meng Qi also figured out that with his bald head holding a knife and bloodstained image, no one would believe that he was a white-clothed swordsman, so he was just a monk, and he learned from the monks in the TV dramas in his previous life and pretended to be cool.

Gu Meng heard it and said: "The five turbidities are evil, and the world is like a prison. If I don't go to hell, who will?"

"Interesting, interesting!"

Lin Biexue laughed, raised his glass and drank the strong liquor in his hand, covering up the embarrassment of not being able to communicate normally with these bullies.

You only regret not having enough knowledge when you need it!

If he was a rough man who could say "I am the same"!

The people in the inn heard a lot of advanced pretentious quotes from the Jianghu, and they all knew that this Master Zhending was indeed extraordinary.

They felt that they were still a little shallow, and didn't know much about the hidden sects in the Jianghu. It turned out that the hidden masters were all in this style, which was really enviable.

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