The Monk

Chapter 170 Threesome

At this time, it was almost evening, and the sunset began to emit a dreamy brilliance, covering the earth with a dark yellow color. In the distance is the barbarian army camp, behind is the Song army pass, and in the middle is an endless battlefield. I don't know how many passionate men shed their blood and wrapped their bodies here, just for that order. Zhang Ain was puzzled and asked: "Why would the warlock get involved?"

Zhang Tianfang slapped him: "I'm asking you something."

Zhang Awei scratched his head and said: "Song is the country of Yunyi. I ran over here on impulse because I was afraid that she would be worried. I really don't know what to do." Looking up and down, left and right, there was smoke everywhere in the barbarian camp, and the Song army's wife, the Huotou Army in the Pass, He was also preparing dinner and said, "How about we eat too?"

Fang Jian was a little surprised when he heard this, and interrupted: "You still eat? Don't you eat grain?"

"Why don't you eat some? Why should you abuse your stomach?" Zhang Tianfang didn't react until he finished speaking and stared at Fang Jian: "You don't really plan to come with us, do you?"

Fang Jian pondered for a moment, and after careful consideration he came up with the answer: "Master asked me to follow the two donors." Zhang Tian let out a sigh and said, "Your master asked you to die, and you will die too?" Fang Jian shook his head: "My master is merciful. Won’t do that.”

Zhang was afraid that he would be happy. Well, the team has grown again. My problem of walking all the way and then receiving all the way must be corrected.

The barbarian army and the Song army faced each other from the north to the south. There was a high mountain in the distance to the east. Zhang Ao pointed to the mountain and said: "Go there and rest." The three of them were monks and they traveled very fast. They arrived at the foot of the mountain in a short time. Zhang Tianfang was afraid that Zhang Tianfang would choose a flat place, so they each threw out the tents and went inside to rest. They threw them down and looked left and right, not knowing which room to enter.

Zhang Wen lifted the curtain and said, "Come in." Fang Jianqiang suppressed his refusal and said, "As a monk, you must serve the Buddha with your body. You must be able to endure hardships, practice Zen, and..." Zhang Wen interrupted him and said, "Come in, Aren’t you bored sitting alone in the woods in Mahakala?”

Fang Jian wanted to argue again, but he was afraid that Zhang Ai would leave him alone and really leave him alone outside, so he agreed: "The donor is sincere, poor monk..." Zhang Ai didn't speak to him at all. When he got the chance, he grabbed his arm and dragged him into the room, threw him on the soft fur, and then said: "The bed is mine, and the rest can be slept anywhere." He had a strange feeling that he and Fang Jian seemed to be familiar with each other, and there was no need for each other. All that frivolous red tape.

Fang Jian has been practicing in Qingmen since he was a child. He has never escaped from poverty until he is nineteen years old. He has a genius, but he has no connections, no background, and no money. All he has access to are the cheapest and lowest-grade cultivation materials, techniques, and equipment. He finally rebelled from the Qing Dynasty, but ended up in an even more miserable place where suffering is the source of pleasure. In the Zen temple, he fell into the thick and soft fur. He sank lightly and felt extremely comfortable. He said happily: "It's so comfortable." He then said: "You two are descendants of aristocratic families, right? Each of you has a tent. I'll see you at Qingmen. Once, Master said it was flashy and not helpful for practice."

Before Zhang Weijing could say anything, Zhang Tianfang opened the curtain and walked in, talking as he walked: "It's not fair, there are two of you here, and I am alone over there. You are busy here, but I am lonely over there. No matter what, I will sleep here too today." "

Fang Jian was surprised when he heard this: "Are you still sleeping? Ever since I became successful in practicing Qi, I have basically been practicing meditation instead of sleeping. I sleep once every few days or ten days on average."

Zhang Awei smiled softly and said: "Eat when you should eat, sleep when you should sleep, don't put yourself through so much trouble." He was thinking, has this guy not eaten since the foundation of Pigu Valley?

Fang Jian said: "I don't feel it's hard."

Zhang Wen looked at him carefully. He was of medium height, with a delicate face, a thin body, and a pale complexion. He was a nineteen-year-old genius who had formed an elixir. He was such a young man. It seemed that his life was worse than his own before, and he could only practice cultivation in his life. Pulling the table, he took out a bottle of diluted spiritual wine and two kinds of dried fruits, and asked the two of them to sit down: "Drink some, it's fate to be together." Zhang Tianfang grabbed the bottle, opened the cap and smelled it, He yelled, "No fair, this wine is better than what was given to me."

Fang Jian knew that the bottle contained wine, and he said hesitantly: "I have never drank wine, and drinking is not allowed in the temple." This guy was really stubborn, so Zhang Wen persuaded him: "You are not a monk! You are with me. Two identical monks! What’s the point of drinking?”

"Why am I not a monk?" In Fang Jian's mind, as long as he shaves his head and lives in a temple, he is a monk. The only drawback is that the people in the temple do not recognize his identity as a monk.

"Master Wuwu said before he left that you have no connection with Buddhism." Zhang Wen was very patient with him.

Zhang Tianfang was too lazy to wait for him, so he took advantage of him not to prepare a glass of wine and splashed it on his face, and then said: "It's done, he drank, let's go one by one."

Fang Jian was furious: "Why are you like this?" Zhang Tianfang was also angry: "Do you know what kind of wine this is? Spiritual wine! Spiritual wine that is helpful for spiritual practice and can improve your cultivation! I gave it to you to drink out of kindness but you got angry at me. ?”

Fang gradually realized that the wine was unusual, but firstly, he was a little unfamiliar with the two of them, and secondly, he had lived a poor life for many years, and was educated in the temple for more than a month. He learned to restrain his mind and desires, endure everything, and stubbornly refused to ask. Zhang Tianfang lost his temper and asked in shock: "Is this spiritual wine?" Not to mention spiritual wine, he had never seen even a spiritual medicine in his life, let alone a more luxurious spiritual wine.

Zhang Tianfang was a little embarrassed to lose his temper. He poured a glass of wine and brought it over to make peace: "I won't hurt you. If you don't believe me, I'll drink it first." After saying that, he drank it up and then got angry at Zhang Wen: "Just give it to me." The wine is good, you are going too far!”

Zhang Wen ignored this, took the bottle and said with a smile: "Are you going to drink?" Zhang Tian rushed over and grabbed the bottle, making up his mind to wait until he had finished drinking to get angry. He kept saying: "Drink."

The two were fooling around, so Fang Jian relaxed his mind and tried to drink a few sips of wine. One side was spicy and the other side was a little sweet. The spiritual power contained in it was like a fishhook, fishing straight for him. He comforted himself in his heart: "I am not a monk. "It's okay to have a drink."

He was originally a teenager, and it was rare to find relief and relaxation from his repressed life for many years. This night he finally had an opportunity and an excuse, and finally got drunk. When I woke up the next day, my relationship with Zhang Tianfang naturally improved.

Because Zhang Tianfang intervened and killed three of the opponent's warlocks, and was the three people with the highest cultivation level in the barbarian army's frontline camp, the barbarian army did not dare to act rashly. They stopped and sent back the news and waited for orders. So there was no fighting for the next few days.

Zhang Tianfang lay on the grass, looked at the sky, and muttered: "Should we fight or not?" Zhang Aing was looking through the jade slips. He hadn't read much since he got the goods by killing people and stealing goods. It was rare for him to have time to study hard.

Fang Jian was sitting on the side meditating and doing the exercises. After a while, he finally couldn't help but ask, "You never practice?" In the past few days, Zhang Weijing and the two of them were in a daze except for drinking and sleeping, and they were not doing anything serious at all.

Zhang Tianfang said: "The exercises that should be done have been completed long ago." Zhang Ping said: "This is not a suitable place to practice."

Fang Jian didn't want to be different from others, so he stopped and stood up, looking at the two giant tigers with envy: "These beasts are awesome, they must be very expensive." After thinking for a while, he asked again: "Are you children of aristocratic families? Are you cousins? Brothers, right? "Both of them have the same surname as Zhang. It's easy for people to misunderstand each other if they stay together all day.

The two hurriedly shook their heads and spoke at the same time. Zhang Ai: "I don't have such a stupid brother." Zhang Tianfang: "I don't have such a scoundrel brother."