[King Shen] Please enter the urn

The stone door opened slowly, and bright flames leaked out from the door.The light was so dazzling that Shen Lang and the others felt that they were blind, as if they had fallen from the dark night into the day.

Everyone was on alert, holding their breath, and many people secretly held their hands on the handle of the knife.

They are already prepared, and they are about to see a bloody killing, or a ghost land of Senluo.

Unexpectedly, what caught my eye was——

A bunch of half-drunk lunatics laughing and howling at the top of their voices, singing and dancing with no manners!

The stone tables are filled with delicacies piled up like hills.

Hundreds of altars of fine wine were piled up into hills for free use.

Someone was sitting at the table, feasting, tearing the pig's feet with their teeth, and the bones and minced meat were flying all over the sky.

Someone dug out a vacancy in the hillock made of wine jars, and lay drunk in it, snoring like thunder, and the wine jar fell down in his hand, and the emerald-like nectar and unstrained spirits dripped down slowly, soaking the snow-white Persian carpet.

More people raised the wine jar and drank and poured.Even if a lot of beards are soaked in wine, I don’t know it, even if most of the wine is splashed on my neck, I don’t know, it’s just that the wine is choked into the trachea and nostrils, and then coughing up the rain of wine , It caused a lot of laughter, and it was also extremely happy!

The sound of punching, laughing and cursing, rumbling like thunder, deafening.

Compared with the darkness and silence of the place just passing by, Shimen seems to have come to another world.

If it weren't for the familiar blue and gray stone walls on all sides, Shen Lang and others thought they had strayed into a grand and extravagant banquet.

Here, they saw many old acquaintances.

There are also some people who have never met, but they all know each other's names and faces——

Even though the rivers and lakes are vast, the world is vast, and there are many living beings, there are very few people who have the essence of the world.

The heights are unbearably cold, and those who climb to the top must see the top as far as their eyes can see.

They cannot be friends, only enemies.

This group is thus the strangers who know each other best.

Shen Lang looked around, among this group of people were the "Autumn Shadow Sword" Liao Wuxing who belonged to the well-known and upright Diancang sect, the "wine and sex like life" Gui Laojiu of the demonic giant Gui Wangzong, and some famous rivers and lakes rangers, such as Also known as a couple of immortals, "Xiaoyaozi" Ren Pingzong and "Huannv" Lin Suxian.

Among them, the most eye-catching ones are a monk and two outsiders.

One is the wise and bitter master of Tianlong Temple in Wutai Mountain.

Although this person is nearly forty years old, he looks like a handsome man in his twenties at a glance, with delicate features and beautiful face.

However, he is the No.1 in today's Dragon Temple.

It not only comprehends the scriptures, is unparalleled in Buddhism, but also enables the 36 ways of subduing dragons and subduing tigers with sticks.

He is the eminent monk who has the best chance of inheriting the title of "Chan Xin Tuo" of the Eighteen Tuas of Tianlong Temple.

At this moment, he was sitting alone under a stone table in the corner.

Put your hands together, narrow your eyes slightly closed, and the Zen voice in your mouth is endless, peaceful and indifferent.

As if one person becomes a temple, the side of the stone table is his whirling world, where the hustle and bustle of the outside world does not enter.

The other one is Master Wuxin of Longhushan Chongxu.

White beard and white eyebrows, white hair and childlike face.

Shen Lang once felt that Zhao Biqiong's arrogance and Ye Jiuqiu's indifference were hard enough for people to get close to.

But when I saw this peerless swordsman in Longhushan Chongxuguan, I immediately felt that Zhao Biqiong and Ye Jiuqiu were too close - at least they still had the vitality of living people.

Venerable Wu Xin sat alone on top of a stone table in the corner of the other side.

When he was motionless and silent, he was like a stone sculpture, silent and haggard, without a trace of vitality.

Only when he raises his hand and raises his glass, drinking for himself, can he see a breath of a living person from him.

The desolate atmosphere also isolates Shi Shizhong from the hustle and bustle.

Except for Shen Lang, this monk can be regarded as the peak of the peaks in the rivers and lakes.

Although the two were separated by a group of drunken alcoholics, they seemed to be sitting opposite each other at the same stone table, without any disturbance from the hustle and bustle, forming a world of their own.

Seeing everyone's gaze, Ye Jiuqiu was unconsciously attracted by the unique aura of these two people.

He reminded: "These two people are fighting with each other. They haven't dealt with each other for a long time. It's best not to disturb, so as not to cause trouble to the upper body."

The people in the stone room heard the sound of the stone door opening, saw that Wu led Shen Lang and others into the stone room, they just glanced indifferently, and then all looked away.

I am also not curious about the identity and purpose of this newcomer.

In their eyes, it seems that all of this is not as important as good food, wine and gambling.

Enlightenment brought them to a secluded stone table and seated them, and called an eleven or twelve-year-old novice to serve tea for everyone.

Shen Lang, Wang Lianhua, Zhao Biqiong and Ye Jiuqiu sat at the same table, and the rest were arranged at other tables.

Zhao Biqiong glanced around lightly, and realized: "Oh, is this the Hundred Ghosts you mentioned?"

He sneered and said, "Sure enough, it's like a group of demons dancing wildly."

Wu Wu smiled and didn't say a word.

Shen Lang asked with a smile: "Master Wu Wu, does your Thousand Buddha Temple still provide meat and fine wine?"

Enlightenment said: "Not bad."

Shen Lang looked at the drunken man at his feet and the mess on the ground, and said: "The Buddhist temple is originally a clean place, but it has been turned into such a mess. Isn't Master afraid of the Buddha's blame?"

Realizing the rosary in his hand, he said with a smile: "There is not much life left, and we should enjoy ourselves in time. Presumably the Buddha will not blame some dying people."

Shen Lang focused his eyes, and said: "What does the master mean by this?"

Wu Wu smiled and said, "So that all benefactors will know."

"Entering this Thousand-Buddha Temple is like stepping into Senluo Prison."

"If I can't pull out the foot in time, I'm afraid I can only rot here, flesh and soul."

The ghostly air of these words made everyone feel as if they were poured with ice water, from the top of their hair to the soles of their feet.

Shen Lang still wanted to ask more questions.

Suddenly, a man staggered to their table with a jug of wine.

Without saying hello, he sat down on the empty chair beside Shen Lang very familiarly.

With a "bah", he spit out a mouthful of vegetable crumbs.

If it is a man, he can still say "informal", but this person is a woman, so it makes people feel extremely indecent.

The strange woman slammed the wine jar on the table with a "bang".

Pushing the felt hat on top of his head, he showed a smiling face.

The skin is not very fair, but it is honey-colored and red, extraordinarily fresh.

A pair of thick black sword eyebrows made her pretty face look a bit heroic.

She smiled and said, "Guys, can I make friends with you?"

Speech and demeanor are exactly like a rough man.

Zhao Biqiong took a sip of tea and said lightly, "Girl wants to make friends with us, why don't you report your name first?"

The woman slapped her thigh and said, "What's so important about the last name?"

"Wouldn't it be nice to drink together and become confidants, and forget each other after waking up?"

She said with a smile: "Ha, Tie Dan Lion Heart is really old, like a woman, she started to pay attention to these little details!"

She looked at Zhao Biqiong mockingly, as if she was waiting for him to burst into a rage and attack the case.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Biqiong just sipped the tea slowly, as if her words were just a breeze.

And Ye Jiuqiu has been watching her since he came here, and he has been watching his heart. He didn't see her from the beginning.

The woman smacked her mouth in a bad mood, and then looked at Shen Lang and Wang Lianhua.

The two were looking at her.

It's just that the gray-clothed ranger had crooked eyebrows and couldn't see the slightest thought.

But the handsome young man in Scarlet Clothes had warm and hot eyes, looking at her lewdly with a look that could take off her clothes alive.

The woman suddenly shuddered.

God knows, she has lived for more than 20 years in her life, and as long as she speaks, no man will ever look at her like this.

The woman smiled bitterly and said, "Come on, let me talk too much."

"I knew that Shen Lang, the No. 1 hero in the world, Wang Lianhua, the son of a thousand faces, and Zhao Biqiong, the brave and lion-hearted Zhao Biqiong, were not ordinary people."

"With you, you can't even discuss the cheapness of a word."

She cupped her fists in salute and said, "Nie Qiaoqiao, I have met three of you."

He nodded at Ye Jiuqiu again and said: "Brother Ye, we have been here for more than 20 days, and we can't see each other when we look up. Don't pretend you don't have me."

Wang Lianhua smiled and said, "So it's 'Sushou' Nie Qiaoqiao?"

"It really is a strange woman who is different from ordinary vulgar fans."

While speaking, his eyes became hotter.

Nie Qiaoqiao wanted to turn a blind eye to it, but felt her face was burning hot, she couldn't help but slapped her thigh and said, "I see you are handsome, handsome and talented, and you must be full of beauties around you."

Pointing at his nose with a thumbs up, he said, "Why do you like my appearance?"

Wang Lianhua smiled and said, "Don't you know I'm a hungry ghost?"

"I like Shen Lang."

"You're still a woman anyway."

"You..." Nie Qiaoqiao's eyes lit up, rubbing her hands together and said, "Unexpectedly, Brother Wang is a fellow!"

The complexions of Zhao Biqiong and Ye Jiuqiu suddenly became strange, because they suddenly thought of the rumors about the "plain hand" Nie Qiaoqiao - this woman has a strange temperament, loves to dress like a man, is a womanizer, and likes to find flowers and willows, and she seduces women Such means can make countless vagabonds bow down.

It's rare to meet a fellow, Nie Qiaoqiao is overjoyed.

She smiled and said, "Brother Wang, this statement is wrong."

"With a man like Shen Xianggong by your side, you should restrain your temper."