gluttonous adventure king

Chapter 18

This one is from yesterday. If there is a reward today, it will still be three more, and four more rewards.

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"It is six kilometers away from Zhonglu Township, nine kilometers away from DB County, and [-] meters above sea level. This is the Ancient Elephant Temple."

"Perhaps in Buddhism, the dragon and the elephant are one. There is a temple called Liranlong Temple in the mountains ten kilometers away. That temple is very famous, but this one is not well-known locally."

"Brother Gun, we know you know a lot, don't blot."

Fang Hong heheed, picked up the car: "Let's go, let me tell you, there is still an old monk in the temple."

A buddy who was watching the live broadcast sprayed a sip of tea on the computer. There used to be a mountain, and there was a temple on the mountain. There was an old monk in the temple. Is there a young monk?
At this time, Wang Pangpang just woke up from the CD. He had a busy night last night, and with his playful urination, he just woke up now.

After waking up, Wang Pangpang called the website.

Tang Xin: "Hello, Mr. Wang."

"How is the situation today, how many tourists who poured in yesterday have settled down?"

"The background shows that there were more than 3 registered tourists yesterday than usual, of which more than 1 were diverted to other live broadcast rooms, [-] stayed in the live broadcast room of the smoking gun, and [-] did not order the live broadcast room after logging in today."

"The situation is not bad, but it also shows that outdoors is a new attraction. These people who watch the live broadcast are not interested in games and beautiful music. They may develop into hardcore smokers. I observed it yesterday, and the number of people is large. , the quality is also good, give me some support.”

Tang Xin: "This... the smoking gun hasn't signed a contract yet, are you sure you want to support it?"

"No contract?" Wang Fatty was stunned: "I, Nima Fei, flew to SC and climbed the mountain myself just to make a scene. You tell me that he didn't sign the contract?"

"He wasn't popular before, nor was he a live broadcast in the wild. He just became popular in the past two days."

"You contact him immediately and ask him to sign a contract. The sooner the better, I think live broadcasting in the wild is a good way. There are a lot of outdoor broadcasts now, and most of them are just for fun. Fortunately, there are not many people who are capable of live broadcasting in the wild."

"However, the phone cannot be connected, and it is not in the service area."

"You are stupid, watch the live broadcast!"

"Um, he's on the top of a snow mountain." Tang Xin: "We can only contact him when he goes down the mountain."

Wang Pangpang frowned: "Live mountaineering? This kind of sports communication is exhausting, and the picture is monotonous. Is there anyone watching?"

"Mr. Wang, you are wrong. He climbed the mountain alone with his bicycle on his shoulders, without any auxiliary equipment."

"Talent! What is the most important thing in this era?" Fatty Wang said loudly: "Money is the most important thing! Spend money! Sign it in for me!"

Wang Pangpang never thinks that talents are important, because talents are only a necessary and insufficient condition for making money.

Two flowers bloomed, each representing a branch. On the snowy mountain, Fang Hong was touching his trouser pocket.

"The temperature here is not that low, and there is only this isolated peak nearby, so there is not much snow. You can see that the snow ahead is not too thick, and you can see exposed rocks in many places. "

As he said that, Fang Hong took out a kerosene lighter and a cigarette: "Every time I come to such a hanging place, I want to smoke, but I don't have sunglasses and a big gold chain."

At this time, the voice of the aircraft reminded: "Whether to improve self-control LV5, you need a skill point."

"Tell your brother-in-law."

Facing the words of the aircraft, Fang Hong replied without hesitation.

"Brother Gun, why don't you go in and take a look?"

"My destination is this temple, how could I not go to see it, just kidding, I'll talk about it after a rest."

"Damn, the gun guy who is like an animal still needs to rest? I thought you were an iron man."

Fang Hong rolled his eyes: "People can be animals, but you must not treat yourself as an animal."

"It's so philosophical."

"Habitual pretense."

After smoking, Fang Hong extinguished the cigarette butt, and after making sure it was completely extinguished, he put it into a small empty jar.

This place is as pure as heaven, just like the water friends said, how can you throw cigarette butts in a fairyland on earth?
Pushing the bicycle, Fang Hong finally came to the ancient temple.

There is no red paint, no thick wooden beams and a grand hall, just like an ordinary homestay, except for a stone platform and a clock.

Fang Hong arrived in front of the temple and bowed: "Master Luo."

Master Luo?The water friend complained: "Why does it sound like a taxi?"

Fang Hong whispered: "Master Luo is a Han Chinese. He came here many years ago and inherited the mantle of the previous generation of old monks. He has lived here since then, but I'm not sure if he is there, maybe he went down the mountain to pick wild vegetables. "

A response came from behind the temple: "Behind."

Fang Hong smiled, and then walked around the temple.

"The front of this temple is the road up the mountain in Zhonglu Township, and the back is a cliff. We don't pass through the temple." After speaking, he walked around the temple with his bicycle on his shoulder.

Behind the white wall, Fang Hong had already reached the edge of the cliff: "These rocks protruding from the cliff are the way to the back cliff. It's quite dangerous to walk over it." Then he prepared to carry the car over.

"Bikes stay on shore."

To the old monk, this cliff is like the other shore, and the wall is the shore.

Fang Hong put his bicycle away before walking up the stone steps of the cliff.

There is a distance of about one meter between every two stone steps, all of which are suspended on the cliff, and there are clouds and mist below, which looks extremely frightening.

If you make a mistake, you may not even be able to find the scum.

"Brother Gun's weight is okay, right? Won't it collapse?"

There are nine levels in total, and there may be some Zen language in it, but Fang Hong doesn't know.

Ninth steps, set foot on the back cliff.

With a dark red monk's robe and a gray beard, with his back facing this direction, Fang Hong detoured to the front and said respectfully, "Master Luo."

The water friends who watched the live broadcast were already stunned: "Sure enough, he is an eminent monk, his cheekbones are so high!"

"This...isn't Jiumozhi?" After being reminded, many water friends suddenly realized that this outfit, this beard, this body shape, and this face shape are just like Jiumozhi.

Fang Hong saw that Master Luo was still closing his eyes, and said softly, "Master Luo, at least open his eyes and see who I am?"

Master Luo still closed his eyes: "Just now you were on the cliff, I saw you, I don't recognize you."

Not long after waking up, Wang Pangpang, who happened to be watching the live broadcast, sprayed soy milk on the hotel bed.

Fang Hong was helpless: "I came here when I was a child. My father's name is...Fang Shaowu."

Master Luo opened his eyes and glanced at Fang Hong: "Oh, it's you little bastard."

This time, many water friends were stunned, this master is too individual, right?
Fang Hong was embarrassed: "Do you remember this kind of trivial matter?"

"The old bald donkey has only one valuable wooden fish in his life. I threw it down the mountain for you. It's hard to forget."

"666, it turns out that Brother Qiang worked so hard to come up here to pay off his debts."

Wang Congcong swiped ten Buddha Jumping Walls on the screen: "Buy another one for the master."

Fang Hong looked at Master Luo: "I'm here for an appointment."

Master Luo rolled his eyelids: "Okay, let's have a game."

For the first time, Master Luo got up, turned around and took out a chessboard and two bowls of chess pieces from the corner.

The blood of the barrage was boiling.

"I, Cao, on the top of the snow mountain, a world-shattering battle."

"How many years is this contract?"

"Going on behalf of the father?"

Fang Hong explained to the camera: "16 years ago, when I was eight years old, I went up the mountain with my father. My father and Master Luo came to a game of chess and made a bet. If my father won, Master Luo would cook a vegetarian meal. If Master Luo wins, my father will make a cup of tea. It was also that time that I threw Master Luo’s beloved wooden fish off the mountain. That time, my father lost. At that time, my father said, ‘Don’t look at you winning now, I have a son, but you don’t have one.” Master Luo said, “I’m still alive when your son comes to the appointment.”

"666, I didn't expect to see the grievances and grievances of Jianghu while watching a live broadcast."

"Please."

"You're welcome." Master Luo said.

The first step made Fang Hong tremble with fear and dare not be careless. This kind of routine has never been seen before.

The speed of both of them is not slow, within a short time, there are already dozens of steps, and the overall situation has been completed.

To Fang Hong's surprise, Master Luo...had lost everything, and there was no need for an official.

The winner was decided just after the middle game started?

A water friend who knows chess explained: "Brother Gun's level is very high. If this game represents his true level, then Master Luo's level of Yicheng Eighth Duan is not obvious. I can't tell. Could it be that Master Luo's level is high? To the point where you can turn the tables against the trend even if you lose everything?"

"What is the level of Yicheng Eighth Duan?"

"Professional level, I can't tell you exactly."

Those who don't understand, of course, are confused.

After the middle game, Guanzi is really unnecessary.

Fang Hong was surprised: "Master Luo, I still remember the thrilling chess game between you and my father, it was inextricably linked, why..."

Master Luo smiled slightly: "That's because your father and I are both stinky chess baskets."

The master's words stunned everyone.

"666, as expected of a master, his level is so high since he was black."

Fang Hong rolled his eyes: "In order to win you, I have spent these years... It is simply not a human life to play scores. If I had known your level, I would not have practiced..."

"Hahaha." Master Luo stood up: "You won, vegetarian food, wait for half an hour."

"I brought rice."

"At this altitude, the rice is not cooked well, not to mention, it also takes up the smell of meat."

Only then did Fang Hong know why Master Luo didn't let him bring his bicycle over. He could smell the fireworks from such a distance.

"As expected of a master."

(End of this chapter)