"I don't know." Wan Zhong looked confused.

The fat man smiled when he heard this, and tilted his head to Nanfeng, "Tell him."

Nan Feng was not very satisfied with the fat man's ostentatiousness and did not cooperate, pretending to be stunned, "What?"

The fat man made a fuss, so depressed, and stared at him.

It is necessary to deal with the situation. It is obviously not suitable to joke at this time. Nan Feng whispered, "You have to think that if your identity is leaked, they will capture you back and put it on the altar to offer it."

Seeing Nanfeng turning in danger, the fat man saved his face and raised his hand to pinch a few short beards under his jaw, "Yes."

The two of them sang and reconciled, and they were confused. They became curious and stopped drinking. They looked at Nanfeng in confusion, "Brother, who are you masters?"

"I'm not a master, he is." Nanfeng pointed to the fat man, "Do you still know Buddhism?"

"That is the national religion of Tuhun. I used to transform into human form to listen to the monk's lectures." Wan Zhongyi said.

"Do you know Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva?" Nan Feng asked again.

"Of course I know that it is one of the four great bodhisattvas in front of the Buddha." Wan Zhongyi looked up and down at the fat man, "Has this brother ever received a teaching from the Bodhisattva?"

The fat man snorted coldly and looked away.

Seeing that he was so great, Nan Feng had the heart to kick him, but with outsiders in front of him, he could not embarrass him. He could only say, "I won't hide the truth from you, he is Ksitigarbha."

When Wan Zhong heard it, he frowned. He looked at Nanfeng and then at the fat man. His eyes were not half-believing, but he didn't believe it at all.

Seeing this, Nanfeng could only say again, "We have no need to deceive you. He is really the reincarnation of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva. It's just that the spiritual platform has not been swept away and the Buddha's light does not appear. His divine beast, Diting, is in the forest by the lake at this time."

After hearing what Nanfeng said, Wan Zhong's expression turned into half-believing and half-doubted, "The Bodhisattva is a monk, how..."

"What, I shave my head if I like it, and I will keep my hair if I am happy." The fat man was not very successful in his making, and he was not very happy. "I told you that these are for you, and I am not asking you for anything. You tried it by the lake just now and hit me twice, can you hurt me?"

When Wan Zhongyi heard this, he hurriedly picked up the wine jar, took a few sips one after another, and let down his breath, "There is indeed a one under the Bodhisattva's seat. According to legend, listening can distinguish between good and evil in the world..."

"It's not done yet, drink it quickly." The fat man interrupted Wan Zhongyi's words.

Wan Zhongyi drank again and again, took a few sips and put down the wine jar and spoke, "If you are really a Bodhisattva who is in the ordinary world, can you save me..."

The fat man waved his hand again, "Let's talk about it later, drink it soon."

Wan Zhong drank again and again, took a few sips and put them down again. He was interrupted by the fat man as soon as he was about to speak, "Why are you so nagging?"

"I'll take a breath." Wan Zhongyi picked up the wine jar, drank it all in one breath before putting it down.

"Are you drunk?" asked the fat man.

"I'll get drunk when I wait." Wan Zhongyi replied.

"After, then wait." The fat man picked up the wine bowl and drank the remaining wine in it. "By the way, I forgot to ask you, will you be crazy after you get drunk?"

Wan Zhongyi burped, "That won't be, it's just going to sleep."

The fat man felt relieved and yawned. He didn't sleep well last night, but now he has arrived in a warm place and is starting to feel sleepy.

Soon, Wan Zhongyi lay on the stone table.

"Wake up." The fat man reached out to push.

Wanzhongyi didn't respond.

"It is also honest, and you will believe it after hearing a few words of yours." Nan Feng said.

"I didn't swear him." The fat man yawned again, "How are you looking for?"

"Aren't the princess here?" Nan Feng winked at the fat man and signaled that Wan Zhongyi was just sleeping for the first time and had not yet fallen into a state of drunkenness.

The fat man understood and said, "Since he believed in me, I can't blame him. If he really faded his evil spirit, I'll let the emperor agree to their marriage, which is a merit."

"Master, please spare me." Murong Feng begged sadly in the corner of the wall.

The fat man turned his head when he heard the voice, "What this one, he has made great contributions to you. Your father has agreed to your marriage. Just because he is not good-looking, you hate him. What does it mean to judge people by appearance? You are called to judge people by appearance, you have to reflect on it."

The fat man said righteous words, Nan Feng frowned secretly when he heard it. This guy really said one thing and did another. If he hadn't judged people by his appearance, he wouldn't have been conscious of the first marriage and was trembling. In the end, he chose Twelve, which was not what he wanted, but he was not lucky.

Seeing Nan Feng's expression strange, the fat man tilted his head and asked, "What's wrong, am I wrong?"

"Yes, I'm worried that Murong Lu will believe that you are the reincarnation of a Bodhisattva. Your current words and deeds are not like those of a Taoist monk." Nan Feng said.

When the fat man heard this, he stood up and rolled up his sleeves, "Hey, I don't understand. Which rule is the monk who has to sit with his eyebrows down and his eyes closed, which rule is the monk who has to look compassionate, and which rule is the monk who has to be unfathomable and not be popular at all?"

"What are you doing? Are you going to fight with someone?" Nan Feng responded.

The fat man sat back after hearing this, "Their views are wrong. If you want me to do that, it's better to kill me. Besides, I am a Bodhisattva, not a monk. Do you know why I can become a Bodhisattva? It's because I am different from those monks, and they are vulgar."

"Okay, okay, you're not bad." Nan Feng smiled.

The fat man rarely said so many things. He felt relieved and calmed down when he said it. He looked at Wan Zhongyi, looked at Wan Zhongyi and looked at Nan Feng again, meaning that he was asking if Wan Zhongyi was asleep.

Nanfeng nodded, Wan Zhongyi was on his right side, very close to him, and he could clearly hear Wan Zhongyi's breathing, and Wan Zhongyi's breathing became significantly slower.

"Has the demonic energy faded?" the fat man asked.

"It should be." Nan Feng said.

"Don't deserve it. This is not a joke. You have to do it right. If the little turtle comes out, my sin will be great." The fat man turned around and looked at Murong Feng.

Murong Feng had been scolded by the fat man before and when he saw him turn around and heard him say this, he cried even more miserably.

"You are waiting here, I'll call Zhuge Chanjuan." Nanfeng stood up.

"You can't do something if you look for her?" asked the fat man.

"It's not open here." Nanfeng turned around and came out of the cave.

When he reached the top of the mountain, he summoned the Eighth Master over and took him back to the west coast.

Murong Lu and others were waiting anxiously. Seeing him returning, they hurriedly came up, "Real person, how about it?"

"You have tried to poison one of the thousands?" Nan Feng asked with a frown.

"This...this..."

Seeing Murong Lu's expression, Nan Feng knew it. Wan Zhongyi did not lie. Murong Lu and others had indeed tried to poison it.

"How is it?" Zhuge Chanjuan came closer.

"Follow me to the island." Nanfeng pulled Zhuge Chanjuan and took the eighth master's back. "Where is Lao Bai? Take it up."

"Real person." Murong Lu shouted below.

"Send someone to rush to invite a few knowledgeable monks in the country to welcome the Bodhisattva." Nan Feng Chong Murong Lu said.

When the Eighth Master picked up Lao Bai, Zhuge Chanjuan took the opportunity to ask, "What's wrong?"

Nan Feng had a clear mind and told Zhuge Chanjuan about the previous events in a few words. Zhuge Chanjuan was puzzled after hearing this, "Is the fat man really the reincarnation of a Bodhisattva?"

"You don't know?" Nan Feng asked.

"Have you told me?" Zhuge Chanjuan asked back.

"It should be said that you didn't remember it." Nan Feng was not sure.

Fortunately, Zhuge Chanjuan was not overly confused about this matter. "Will he reveal his identity on a whim cause trouble for him?"

Nanfeng shook his head, "It should be no trouble, but it will attract a group of believers. If you don't talk about this, I haven't reacted yet. This guy may not have been on a whim, but deliberately exposed his identity."

"Why?" Zhuge Chanjuan was puzzled.

"Maybe I want to be a wizard of the country protection." Nan Feng smiled. The fat man was loyal and gave people the feeling that he was scheming. He might not have scheming, but he still had a scheming attitude.

As the two of them were talking, the Eighth Master flew to the lonely peak and then landed directly on the rock beach in front of the cave. Seeing them coming, the fat man came out of the cave.

"How is it?" Nan Feng asked.

"I'm still sleeping, but I haven't become a turtle." said the fat man.

The group entered the cave. Nanfeng pointed at Wanzhong and rushed Zhuge Chanjuan to explain the situation. After saying that, he asked, "Is there any way to determine whether it has completely lost its alien aura."

"You can prick the acupoints." Zhuge Chanjuan said.

"This won't work." Nan Feng shook his head. The acupuncture meridians of different species will be slightly different from those of humans, but this is just an alien with shallow Taoism and deep Taoism, and the acupuncture meridians are the same as humans.

"Blood drop." Zhuge Chanjuan said again.

"It's not that I recognize my relatives, why are you bleeding?" The fat man interrupted.

"Is blood drop useful?" Nan Feng didn't understand.

"It is useful. Different blood is different from humans. If its blood is blended with human blood, it means it is no different from humans." Zhuge Chanjuan explained.

"If his blood is the same as human, will he give birth to a child like human?" What the fat man was most worried about was that he had the wrong mandarin couple and gave birth to a mixed-race monster.

"Yes." Zhuge Chanjuan nodded, "The offspring is the inheritance of blood. If its blood is the same as that of humans, it will not give birth to alien descendants."

"Then it works, try it quickly." The fat man urged.

This method is also simple. Take a drop of blood from a bowl of wine, and then take a drop of fat man's blood.

"Why don't wet together?" The fat man was very nervous. Two drops of blood were two independent drops in the wine.

Zhuge Chanjuan did not answer, poured wine, poured a new bowl, and took another blood. This time, the blood of Nanfeng was mixed, and it did not blend together.

"It's over." The fat man was very depressed.
To be continued...