"Infinite Heavenly Lord, I would like to say that people who practice martial arts should also pay attention to their health. Eat whatever you can't get. It's good for your stomach. When your stomach is good, your complexion will be better... Oh my god, you are such a big person.

, I don’t know how to pay attention, how dare you continue to do it!” Liu Yi, a veteran, was still pretending to be calm and chatting.

But while he was chatting, all the irritating things in the referee's stomach had already poured out.

Once the sphincter is lost, it is very difficult to control it again.

Perhaps it was because there was an empty bottle of conductor in front of him, so Zhang Fugui felt that his temples were slightly swollen.

So he took back his mind.

The referee had already tried his best to run away.

There are bits and pieces he shed along the way.

Leave 1 old Taoist and Shi Jie Nu to look at each other.

At this time, don’t wait for someone to pronounce the verdict, go ahead and do it yourself.

So the two old martial arts veterans walked around to the side where the referee had not passed, and jumped onto the ring with a quick step.

"The winner this time! Zhang Fugui! Amitabha!" Master Shi Jie Nu raised Zhang Fugui's arm high.

How can the surrounding audience care about this? Their current topic is the referee who just escaped.

"My little friend, you are amazing. I'm afraid I don't have the strength of more than ten years to practice. This wine bottle can be thrown quickly and accurately. The technique seems casual, but it hits the enemy's vital point with every move. Good technique and good kung fu."

!I wonder where my little friend learned from him?" After Liu 1 and Zhang Fugui walked off the ring together, they couldn't help but asked Zhang Fugui proactively.

"...This...this is a kung fu passed down from the family...to make the Taoist priest laugh." How could Zhang Fugui dare to admit that he had the magical power to control wine bottles? He could only evade it in a vague way.

"Oh? May I ask your surname? I think back then, when I traveled down the mountain to Sanxia Gorge, I once saw a martial arts master holding a stone and throwing it towards the river. The stone flew towards the center of the river.

, just shy of reaching the other side... When I think of the past, I can still remember it vividly... Counting on my fingers, it has been exactly 30 years now... Could it be that the old man saw my little friend's father that day?"

The old Taoist Liu was unwilling to let Zhang Fugui go, and wanted to find out Zhang Fugui's origins.

"Master Dao, the one you're talking about is called water piao. It's nothing special. It's not the same thing as a concealed weapon... And that person is 80% not my father, because I'm an orphan, and I don't know who my father is.

Who." Although Zhang Fugui has a deep affection for this monk, at this juncture, it is not the time to talk too much.

The more you say, the more likely you will be wrong; the less you say, the less likely you will be wrong. If you want to be right, just keep your mouth shut.

This is the only thing Zhang Fugui can think of right now.

"Oh?" Old Taoist Liu Yi began to think deeply after hearing Zhang Fugui's answer.

Because Zhang Fugui told him that his method of throwing wine bottles was a secret passed down from his family, and then told him that he was an orphan and did not know who his parents were.

This entangled and difficult problem in the mind of Liu Yi is no less than the question of "which came first, the egg or the chicken".

The old Taoist priest thought hard for a long time, but could not figure out the meaning of these two sentences.

When Zhang Fugui saw that the old Taoist priest and the monk were not talking, he clasped his fists and handed over his hands, intending to plead guilty and leave.

But not long after he turned around and left, he heard a thunder behind him.

"You can deceive senior brother, how can you deceive a poor monk!"

Zhang Fugui turned around with a guilty conscience, wondering if everything he had done had been seen through?

I saw monk Shi Jienu's thick eyebrows raised, he strode forward a few steps, and in a moment he was in front of Zhang Fugui. His big copper eyes stared at Zhang Fugui closely. After a while, he finally walked away from Zhang Fugui.

A sentence popped out from between his teeth: "Are you going to say it yourself, or do you want the monk to ask in person?"

Zhang Fugui was most afraid of such unclear questions.

"Master...what do you mean? I don't understand."

"Oh? I have to say it myself." Shi Jie asked in a deep voice, seemingly very dissatisfied with Zhang Fugui's answer.

"I...I mainly don't understand what you mean, Master...How about you give me a heads up?" Zhang Fugui asked tentatively.

"Humph... Do you have to explain it clearly? Wine bottle..."

"What's wrong with the wine bottle?" Zhang Fugui still didn't dare to take the initiative to pierce the window paper, still pretending to be confused.

"Hey, I have to ask this young monk to say what he said about breaking the precepts. Donor Zhang, I'll just say it straight away. Your wine bottles seem familiar to me... they look familiar... but... I don't know where they are now.

I can buy it..." Shi Jie Nu usually spoke like a lion roaring, but at this time he actually started to squirm.

Only then did Zhang Fugui realize that the great monk Shi Jie Nu in front of him was the same as the master Ming Ran in his own family.

All of them have been through wine and meat, and the Buddha left a monk in his heart.

"Master... this... this is not a coincidence. I have these wine bottles because my friend opened a factory that specializes in producing wine bottles. I just needed them, so I used them. As for the ones that were filled before

What kind of wine, and whether that kind of wine is sold now, I don't know." Zhang Fugui half-truthfully told the story of the origin of the bottle.

"Amitabha! It seems that the destiny is over!" After hearing Zhang Fugui's reply, Shi Jienu sighed sadly.

Zhang Fugui 1 thought about relying on the two seniors many times in the ring today, and he might be able to use them in the next round of martial arts demonstrations.

Even if you try to make up the relationship and leave a good impression, it is still good.

So Zhang Fugui said: "Master... the past is hard to come by, so let it go. I happen to have a few nice-looking wine bottles at home... Master, if you have time, why not...

Would you like to take a look?"

Shi Jienu didn't expect that Zhang Fugui's words would be so favorable to him. He asked sullenly: "Donor Zhang, the wine bottle you are referring to is probably not an empty wine bottle, right?"

"Of course they are not empty. They will only be empty after the master comes." Zhang Fugui replied understandingly.

"Oh... Amitabha! A monk should not break the precepts... but the young monk observed the Buddha nature of the donor... that... that one is a member of the same sect... so... I will quietly come to visit you another day."

" Shi Jie Nu made various excuses for himself, and finally agreed to Zhang Fugui's invitation.

Zhang Fugui quickly left his contact information, and at the end he did not forget to remind you: "Master... to tell you the truth, in addition to being interested in Buddhism, this junior is also interested in Taoism... and there are other martial arts seniors."

, I have been looking up to you for a long time, and there are too many bottles at home, so I would like to ask you, master, not to come alone... It is better to have fun alone than to have fun together."

Shi Jie Nu didn’t know what Zhang Fugui’s plan was, but what Buddhist disciples taught was the method of cultivating predestined relationships.

At this moment, he sincerely felt that Zhang Fugui was destined for him, so he waved his hand and said domineeringly: "Don't worry, Donor Zhang, not to mention other people, but my senior brother and I will definitely come and appreciate it in person."
Chapter completed!