He Lan Tianxia

The abbot, exasperated, brandished his staff and shouted, "Chase after them!"

Immediately, a group of monks, led by the abbot, chased after me down the mountain. Murong Junlan's goal was to lure the monks away, so he used all his skills, displaying his desert lightness technique to the fullest. Before the monks could even see him clearly, he had vanished.

He chased the man halfway up the mountain, but the abbot stopped. He couldn't find anyone; the man had vanished. After a brief pause, he suddenly remembered someone, and with a flick of his staff, he charged straight down the mountain at the old man.

The three thatched huts were surrounded. The abbot shook his staff, raising dust, and walked directly towards the old man sitting at the table outside.

"Where is the abbot?"

The old man poured himself a full glass of wine and downed it in one gulp, seemingly oblivious to everyone around him.

"Isn't it bad luck to bring a dead person home?" The abbot reached out to snatch the cup from the old man's hand. The old man twirled the cup along his hand twice with his index finger. Back and forth, left and right, the cup moved like a circus puppet, the two exchanging dozens of moves in a short time. Finally, the old man grabbed a pair of chopsticks from the table, played with them a few times, and then "snap" stuck them into the table. The wine glass that had been tossed up landed upside down on top of the chopsticks, spinning and making a hissing sound.

The abbot gritted his teeth and said, "Don't refuse a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit."

"I don't know what you're talking about?" The old man took off the spinning cup, picked up the teapot, and poured tea again.

The abbot grew increasingly angry. Just as the old man picked up the cup, the abbot swung it down again. The full cup of wine danced between their hands, and for a moment, it was impossible to tell who would win. Suddenly, the cup flew out between their hands, and the old man couldn't catch it. He was amazed, realizing he couldn't possibly do what the abbot did.

The abbot hissed, "Who?"

No one paid attention.

"Ah..." The group of monks in the fenced house were terrified. The cup flew past their faces, and those who leaned forward even slightly had bloodstains drawn on their noses. A furry figure flashed past and chased after the cup.

"Where did this wretched monkey come from?" The abbot looked at the frightened monk with annoyance.

The old man remained silent, but he guessed that the wretched monkey was probably related to the people who had moved in. Murong Junlan had already gotten there first and returned to tell the old man that his grandson and the abbot were alright, and asked him what to do next.

The old man finally felt a huge weight lifted from his heart. Although he was currently facing off against the abbot, he was already pondering his next move.

With a "whoosh," the mischievous monkey threw the cup again. Having been frightened the first time, the monk was wiser this time and quickly tilted his head back to avoid it. But the monkey, engrossed in its play, leaped forward, tearing a large hole in the monk's robe.

The abbot was furious. A group of people had come to confront the monkey, but somehow this wretched monkey had appeared and ruined their purpose. The abbot raised his staff and charged at the monkey.

"Alright, since you're interested in gorillas, then you two go ahead and do your thing. I'll just sit here." The old man picked up another glass, refilled it, and began to sip his wine freely.

That's going to be interesting. The group of monks touched their bald heads, looking at each other. Weren't they here to find the lost abbot? Why are they fighting with a wretched monkey? Only the abbot was furious. If he didn't deal with this wretched monkey, it would keep causing trouble. In his annoyance, he finally remembered to join the fight. What was the meaning of everyone watching him fight a monster? In a moment of carelessness, the wretched monkey tore off a piece of his robe. Shame! What a disgrace it was to have his robe torn in front of all the monks! The abbot shouted:

"Diamond Formation".

The abbot decided to use the Vajra Formation to deal with a giant gorilla? Since it was an order, the monks didn't understand much and quickly got into position.

Hmm? Where's the gorilla?