“…and what else?”

"And, it's the last type of person. This kind of person is as dark as coal balls. If you want to put his body in the coal pile at night, you can't see anything except those two rows of big white teeth!"

"Haha, there are people like this? It's so interesting!" The little monk patted the coffee table and smiled so hard that he leaned back and forth.

Wang Zheng sat aside, boredly picked up a peanut bean, threw it into his mouth and chewed it. The bloody jade fan on his hand had long been thrown away, and a forced smile appeared on his face. On the contrary, the little monk was very happy. At this time, he had already abandoned the last trace of the style of a monk, and sat with his legs spread out and his clothes in front of him had been untied at some point, and his breasts were exposed, and his breasts were exposed.

In fact, this can only be blamed on Wang Zheng himself. He had never done such a thing as chatting with ancient people. In a few words, he changed from asking the little monk's questions to asking himself questions. From identity, name to background knowledge, Wang Zheng turned the topic absurdly to the different humanities and scenery, which completely attracted the little monk's idea.

Originally, Wang Zheng thought he could take this breakthrough point as a basis and take the initiative step by step again in his own hands. Unexpectedly, he obviously underestimated the enthusiasm of ancient children to listen to stories, and talked about the distribution and special features of races all over the world from the customs and habits of various ethnic groups in China.

It’s also a blessing that Wang Zheng has an iris monitor that can be checked at any time, otherwise this question would have been lost.

However, after chatting this afternoon, Shifang admired Wang Zheng's erudition, believing that he was worthy of being able to come out and wander around the world. He had become the person he respected the most besides his master.

Although Wang Zheng was tired, he didn't work in vain this afternoon. The old monk's general life story was also found. Given that the young monk had never been to school, there were only a few adjectives that were monotonous and dry when he told them, Wang Zheng understood five or six points. However, these five or six points opened Wang Zheng's eyes.

To describe an old monk in one word, that is "ox"!

This word can already describe his status in the Great Buddha Temple, to his achievements in subduing demons and eliminating demons, to the popularity of the people near the Buddhist temple!

Wang Zheng suddenly realized something in his heart. No wonder this old monk knew that the thousand-year-old tree monster had strong magic power, but he still didn't take him seriously. It turned out to be a typical example of a master of skill and courage.

As for other information, I didn't get much. No results were obtained, including Wang Zheng's supernatural sects that appeared in other Chinese ghosts such as Xuanxin Authenticity, Kunlun Sect, and other Chinese ghost stories, and his exploration of the current trend of the court.

Of course, a big reason may be that Shifang itself is a monk who usually eats vegetarian food and recites Buddha's name, and basically has no understanding of the outside world. But this also clearly reveals a problem--those factions or court officials are not well-known among the people.

The two were chatting, but before they knew it, it was already dark and the light became dark. Wang Zheng was a little hungry and showed his intention to eat. The little monk Shifang was happy!

He had a meal every time for almost two days, and had a full meal at noon. He was a big guy and he was already hungry now! He wasn't excited when he heard how to eat?

Wang Zheng wants to have a meal, of course it won’t be the same as the little monk at noon.

Although there is no banquet in this dilapidated temple, you can’t just get a few cabbage and tofu that don’t even have meat.

There were fighting maids around them. Of course, this matter would not be difficult for them. The guards had just set up the table, and the maids below made a lot of good dishes from somewhere, dragging the plate to start serving the dishes. Because they were having dinner with the little monk, they could not patronize themselves, so the wide table was divided into two, starting from the middle line, facing the little monk's half. Of course, the ones placed on it were exquisite vegetarian food. Although Wang Zheng did not have big fish or meat on the side, there were also many meat dishes that could not be seen clearly. It was also considered to be taking care of the face of the ancient temple of Lanruo Temple.

The food was ready, but the little monk Shifang was not polite, so he picked it up and ate it.

The two talked for an afternoon, and they almost reached the point of being familiar and unruly. Wang Zheng no longer pretended to be so particular, and he would do whatever he felt comfortable.

At this time, I heard someone outside slapping the door.

The little monk Shifang immediately became happy, jumped up and rushed out, shouting: "Master! It's my master who is back. My master must have not eaten yet. Master Wang, eat slowly, leave some for my master!"

Wang Zheng agreed, not even raising his head, and thought to himself: Your master? It’s almost the same as your wife!

Wang Zheng felt like a mirror in his heart. The female ghost Xiao Zhuo must have come at this time. The old monk was still in Guobei Town, begging for alms from house to house. I don’t know what the old monk was thinking. He obviously gave him a lot of money in the morning, and he would have been back after buying food. He insisted on begging for alms without spending money. I don’t know if the monks had all this problem!

Shifang rushed to the door happily and opened the door, saying, "Master, see who is here! Hehe, we not only have food, but also... Hey, why are you?"

"Why are you again?"

"What are you still here for?"

"You are not leaving yet, do you want me to drink the northwest wind?"

Standing outside the door was this beautiful woman in a gorgeous palace outfit, which was the famous heroine in the plot of this plane - Xiao Zhuo.

No one knows what Xiao Zhuo’s surname is, and maybe even she doesn’t know. So everyone calls her name Xiao Zhuo.

This is the first time Wang Zheng has met this strange woman who dared to break through the distinction between good and evil and forges the fire of love. Looking at her snow-white skin, her better appearance and convex but abnormally symmetrical figure, she is indeed the first beauty among the three female ghosts.

It’s no wonder that this young monk with a strong spirit. He dares to pick up girls even though he knows that the other party is a female ghost.

The two of them played a big fancy gun last night, but no one could do anything about each other. They met again tonight and seemed to be familiar with each other. They didn't care much about it while talking.

"Oh, you're so annoyed!" The little monk looked at the beautiful Xiao Zhuo, and suddenly felt a heat in his body. He suddenly jumped in his heart. He waved his sleeves in a concealed manner and turned around and walked inside: "Can you let me take a breath? Don't you feel shame? Sometimes people are forced by life for food, and it is inevitable that they bow to reality. But you have become a ghost. You should be free and free, why are you still so cheap..."

Before Xiao Zhuo could speak, a joke suddenly came from the upstairs: "So, in your opinion, the lunch at noon is considered to be a bow to life?"

Seeing Wang Zheng put a trap for him, the little monk was not stupid, so he shook his head and said, "That doesn't count. We call friends meeting each other. Friends are good at family. What does a meal mean?"

When Wang Zheng spoke up, Xiao Zhuo naturally found that there were other people in the room. After scanning his eyes, he had already found seven or eight men who looked like guards. He thought about it slightly, but he was a little puzzled.

"Haha, you monk, you can tell at a glance that all your skills have been used to beg for alms. You can understand the scriptures when you recite the scriptures. When you mention eating, you will speak rumblingly. It's amazing!" Wang Zheng laughed, shook the blood jade folding fan in his hand and appeared at the stairs. He bowed to Xiao Zhuo, who was curious and looked up, and said, "This is Miss Xiao Zhuo. This monk has been talking about you for a day, and my ears are calloused. I thought to myself, which kind of beauty can make me, this monk friend, become like this. Now I know that it's really a beauty!"

Although Xiao Zhuo did not know Wang Zheng, he knew from his tone that this was the little monk's friend. He hesitated for a moment, for some reason, and gave up the temptation, and instead gave Wang Zheng dignifiedly, saying, "Xiao Zhuo thanked the young master for his praise, but I don't know the young master..."

"My surname is Wang!" Wang Zheng fanned and said, "Just call me Prince Wang! I..."

Before Wang Zheng finished speaking, the little monk shouted and said, "Hey, she is a female ghost. Why are you..."
Chapter completed!