In less than a moment, Lu Chen and his party arrived at the foot of the mountain. The road was not easy to walk. The road under the mountain was full of bushes. Lu Chen and his party deliberately did not fly in order not to attract attention.

"This is Falling Devil Ridge."

Lu Chen knew that the terrain was dangerous when he was close to Sui Mo Ling. A road that was naturally formed less than the width of the foot was winding around this mountain. This was the only road.

There are cliffs everywhere on the mountain, and if you accidentally fall down the mountain, ordinary people can't get up at all. For Lu Chen and other practitioners, even if they accidentally fall, they can still fly up.

A group of people attached to the mountain and walked forward. The mighty thirty people walked for a full moment before finally reaching the middle of the mountain. A dilapidated small temple appeared in front of them.

I don’t know which Bodhisattva is in this ordinary small temple. The statue is rough in workmanship and has been washed away by rain all the year round. It is no longer what it looks like.

In addition to the carved stone statue, there is a rotten table and a rotten chair in the temple, and there is a thunderous sound under the chair.

Lu Chen and the others took a closer look, and they turned out to be alone.

"Brother, you see that they all flew up directly, are we too cautious to do this..." a disciple whispered.

"Shut up, this is called self-cultivation, learn more." Li Wei immediately responded.

Lu Chen walked around the temple and looked at the people lying on the ground.

The man was ragged, with a fat belly, and a string of Buddhist beads hanging around his neck, but he was holding a hip flask in his hand and was so drunk that no one knew it.

Lu Chen put his hand in front of the person's forehead on the ground, shielding the sun from shining down, and said, "Senior, don't sleep, the sky is eating the sun."

I saw the fat man bounce up and muttered: "The eclipse is over, you don't go, don't go..." All he said was don't go.

Li Wei was taken aback by the fat man’s reaction, and said in doubt, “Why are you so afraid of Tengu’s eclipse day? It’s too feudal. A great power came out to refute the rumors, saying that Tengu’s eclipse day is just the moon blocking the sun. This monk I am afraid that I have never descended from the mountain, and the news is blocked like this."

Lu Chen shook his head: "No, earlier, Tengu eclipse days were often accompanied by some bad things. This is true."

Lu Chen pushed the fat monk who was still stunned, and asked softly, "Senior is a monk in this mountain temple."

Pushed by Lu Chen in this way, the fat monk returned to God, and then he noticed that there were so many people in his small temple. He suddenly put on a smiling face: "The poor monk is the abbot of this small temple. As an abbot, don’t be polite, don’t hesitate to sit down."

He warmly entertained him, but ignored that there was only one chair in his broken temple, and he could only sit on the ground.

No matter how many, Lu Chen pushed the chair to Li Wei and sat on the ground with his legs crossed.

"This is the Moonlight Red unique to my temple, you might as well try it."

The small temple is remote and simple, and it can be seen that there are no pilgrims to worship here on weekdays. This fat monk rarely sees so many people, and he can't help but feel happy. I don’t know where he got a tea set, poured the boiled water into a bowl, and then took a pinch of tea leaves from his robes clinging to a fat body. It was dry, and I couldn’t see what kind of tea it was. .

He divided it evenly. There was only a piece of tea in each cup. When the dried tea was poured into the water, it turned into a crescent-shaped scarlet and floated in the water. Suddenly, the whole small temple was filled with a faint fragrance.

"This is October Flower, a blindly common side drug for Xing Shen Dan."

Lu Chen picked up the teacup, sniffed it carefully, and said, "This is the first time I have seen someone put this October flower into tea, but it does seem a bit unexpected."

Lu Chen was about to drink. Li Wei stopped him. He didn't speak, but his expression was a little unnatural. He didn't seem to believe in the fat monk. Lu Chen waved his hand: "It's okay, this October flower has a refreshing effect. It doesn't hurt people."

"The donor has good eyesight, the mountains are scarce, and there is no good thing to entertain you." The old monk took the teacup and drank it. After drinking, he uttered, making people think he was drinking.

Li Wei and others were unwilling to touch the tea cup, so bored, they meditated on the side and took a break.

While tasting tea, Lu Chen chatted and asked, "Is there only one master in this temple of Fallen Devil Ridge?"

The fat monk smiled and poured another cup of tea. The tea poured into his abdomen. The fat monk sighed and said, "There used to be a few apprentices, but most of them have gone down the mountain. Now only the clever child of the sect is willing. Accompany me to endure hardships on this mountain."

Having said that, the fat monk's smile changed, and he sneered: "Heh, Falling Devil Mountain, who is the devil?"

In the fall of the Devil Ridge that year, the mad swordsman encountered the dark demon pit. It is not necessarily that he lost to the dark demon. Although the dark demon is powerful and incomparable, the crazy swordsman shocked the world when he was born, and the dark demon who died in his hands ignored it. Count, once in and out of the magic hole three in and three out.

"What do you say?" Lu Chen became interested.

In his early years, Crazy Sword was just a scholar in common clothes. He insisted on practicing a blunt sword. The people around him thought he was crazy. But in middle age, he suddenly rose. The shot was the pinnacle, and he killed a dark demon leader on the spot. He became famous. It was a late bloomer, but he had to endure this reputation and died in the hands of the dark magic.

It’s strange to say that although the geographical location of Falling Demon Ridge is remote, it is still a human turf. Back then, the mad swordsman had a magnificent sword intent and wanted to fly to immortals, and he occupied his own turf. There was no reason to die. In the hands of the devil, there might be something else hidden.

"This place was not originally called Falling Demon Ridge, but Zhu Tianfeng, so the mountain looks like a sword of heaven and is named after it."

The fat monk added a handful of firewood to the stove, and said slowly: "Later, the name was changed to Fallen Devil Ridge because the mad kendoist died here." The fat monk was sad. He has been staying on the mountain for many years. Yes, the only thing he can talk to is his little apprentice.

"You are here for his inheritance, right?" The fat monk added a handful of firewood to the stove and asked without delay.

Lu Chen and Li Wei glanced at each other and nodded. He could see that the fat monk was not malicious and did not intend to hide it, otherwise it would make people feel deliberate.

"Who is the demon, what the master said just now?" Li Wei asked.

"The appearance of the dark demon has been seen by the donor, is it a bit similar to humans, but a pair of big wings appearing in a shabby bed, not human or ghost." The fat monk asked, Lu Chen nodded. , But he didn't notice why the fat monk knew that the Dark Demon under the mountain was born.

The fat monk laughed and said: "Devils have the appearance of a demon and do what they are supposed to do. There is nothing wrong with it. However, some people have a human appearance but do things that the demon does. Human nature is evil, so I became a monk halfway through. Suppress the demon in my heart and prevent it from taking root in my heart."

The fat monk was reluctant to have the hair of his parents, and chose to practice on behalf of the hair. He did not go to the well-known Buddhist temple, but hid in this deep mountain to practice.

Lu Chen was silent, yeah, after all, humans are humans. They can't escape the seven emotions and six desires. They can't escape the six reincarnations. Even if they cultivate the Tao, they still have the original bad roots. How many saints have there since ancient times?

"Back then, the dark demon hadn't risen yet. There was a man who challenged the major sects and defeated many times. The man was named Zhu Kuangdao. He went into madness only with the sword. He tried his best to kill the chicken with the sword. This kind of sword technique is especially ridiculous in the eyes of those big people." Li Wei said: "Later he met an unfamous mad swordsman, and the two met in a battle at Zhutian Peak. No one knows the outcome of that battle, but Later, that Zhu Kuangdao hit the gods with a single knife, losing streaks of various martial sects, even the old dean of the Tianhuo Academy of the older generation did not take it down. Zhu Kuangdao was stunned for a while."

Lu Chen listened with gusto. Li Wei must have come here to make up the lesson secretly, but I don’t know why Li Wei said this, but Zhu Kuangdao can stir with his own power from the Southern Territory. It’s one of the few. Many ruthless people.

The fat monk's expression remained unchanged, and he smiled and said, "The poor monk you mentioned hasn’t been seen before. Well, the donor is not here to chat with me. You only need to pay the incense money and you can go up the mountain. The rules on the mountain, the poor monk asked my apprentice to give you a ride, he knows where."

This is going to be an eviction order.

Lu Chen was surprised. He could see that the fat monk might have some connection with the crazy knife Li Wei said, otherwise he would not give the order to dismiss the guest for no reason.

Although this fat monk looked good at his face, how could he behave like a mountain bandit? Is it possible to say "I am driving this mountain, leaving to buy road money?" and other clichés.

The fat monk didn't ask for anything else, he asked for some money for ordinary people. Li Wei brought a lot of it, and felt it was useless to keep it, so he simply gave it all.

Seeing that Li Wei is so generous, the fat monk smiled and shouted directly at the top of the mountain: "Zong Qi! I went down to eat."

The voice was long, running through the mountains and forests. After waiting for a long time, a little monk who was half a man came down from the mountain. The little monk had a round head, a pair of copper bells, big eyes and piercing eyes. He carried a medicine basket and a stick taller than him. The iron rods are covered with a thick layer of shame.

After giving the money, the fat monk smiled and asked the little monk to take Lu Chen and the others up the mountain.

The little monk looked upset: "You have to go up the mountain before you eat?"

The little monk named Zong Qi saw so many people coming to the temple and didn't ask much. He was just a little upset that Master had lied to him, but he listened to his master honestly and took Lu Chen up the mountain.

The terrain on the mountain is rugged, and the evening is approaching, and the beasts croak in the ears.

The little monk led Lu Chen and the others on the mountain path. The road was very small, and it was the path that the little monk opened up by himself.

Li Wei listened to the barking of the beasts on the mountain, and couldn't help but smile: "Your name is Zongqi? The beasts on this mountain come and go frequently. You a little monk often stays on the mountain and are not afraid of being eaten?"

Zong Qi shook his head, Tongling's big eyes flashed with disdain, and pointed to the stick behind him: "I have this, now they don't dare to come over and make trouble for me."

Lu Chen saw the pitch-black iron rod behind him with a thick layer of insulting cloth. He didn't know why he used it, and asked, "Zong Qi, why are your iron rods wrapped in a layer of cloth?"

Zong Qi replied: "The Buddhism does not allow killing, but the beast is perverted and will bite me every time I pass by. The wooden sticks used before have been interrupted several times. Now I changed the iron sticks, they dare not come. ."

The little monk was plain and plain, and he always had a sense of calmness in his body. The only thing that made him mood swings was that his unreliable master often lied to him.

Li Wei listened to it interestingly, but wanted to tease the little monk, and asked: "Since Buddhism does not advocate killing, but you have changed the iron rod, and wrapped in a layer of cloth, can you block the fundamental killing intent of iron? What if you miss it and kill it?"

The little monk thought for a while and said: "The master said most is not whether I don't go to **** and who goes to hell. He taught me that at most I only need to control my own demons, so that no matter how muddy the outside world is, I will not fall.

If you want to kill by mistake, then my master is happy, he cooks really delicious. "

Li Wei: "Huh??"

Lu Chen: "..."

Lu Chen is speechless, are you sure that your two masters and apprentices are considered Buddhist disciples? The cooking is delicious, what are you talking about? It seems that there is no shortage of big fish and meat on weekdays.