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Melons and fruits are vegetarian and they are all vegetarian when they eat water, but they are too vegetarian and taste amazingly good.

It is not surprising to think about it. This world is still in ancient times. Even if it is a time and space that is completely different from official history, this exquisite food cannot be enjoyed by two monks and one killer.

Compared to the old monk Zen Master Baiyun's brief taste, the young monk Shifang and Jacky Cheung played the second generation Yan Chixia, but they were very excited.

As for Liu Rui'an, who knew as the master, he started chatting with Zen Master Baiyun with the "vegetarian wine" made of 100 fruits.

"Now the world is in chaos, why do the master still have to run around in the world?" Liu Rui'an, who was sitting cross-legged behind the short distance, asked.

"Isn't the Taoist priest also in this world? Why did he ask this question?" Zen Master Baiyun, who was twisting Buddhist beads in his hand, asked back.

"Ha, I don't even think about greed, but whoever owes cause and effect is not enough to do it."

Liu Rui'an shook his head and glanced at the same time as he spoke, "Yan Chixia" who was competing with Shifang for a pastry.

With the eyes of Zen Master Baiyun and the words he heard when he left the restaurant before, it is naturally not difficult to guess the cause and effect in the other party's mouth, which is mostly related to this fellow disciple who loves money and lives.

"So that's it." Zen Master Baiyun, who nodded, had no intention of inquiring.

On the contrary, "Yan Chixia", who was fighting for snacks with Shifang and paying attention to the conversation here, immediately spoke:

"Master, do you know Yan Chixia?"

"Are you stupid? Are you Yan Chixia?" The little monk Shifang who took the opportunity to grab the snack and stuff it directly into his mouth muttered.

"Yan Chixia is the name of a paradise. I begged him to accept me as his apprentice, but he said he could not get along with others." The other party glared at the corner of his mouth and had some debris on his lips. "Yan Chixia" explained:

"I didn't want to accept me as my apprentice. Later, after he died, I used his name."

"If you don't want to accept you as your disciple? Then how can you get Yan Chixia's inheritance?" Liu Rui'an, who looked at the other party, smiled faintly.

"But he didn't teach me anything, I learned it myself." Jacky Cheung's version of Yan Chixia retorted.

"Self-study?" Liu Rui'an, holding a wine cup, smiled faintly:

"Do you think that if a monk like me really doesn't want to teach you anything, you can learn by yourself?"

"Then why did he obviously accept me as his disciple, but he refused, but instead wanted to use this method to pass on my robe?" The unwilling "Yan Chixia" continued to retort.

"It's very simple, that's because he owes you what he owes you. The so-called bowl is just to return your original things to you." After raising his hand gently and drinking the wine that looks like Ningbi, Liu Rui'an smiled and revealed the truth.

"Give it back to me?" "Yan Chixia" who didn't understand at all, the expression on her face was immediately comparable to that of the stupid Shifang next to her.

It was the old monk Baiyun, who was sitting upright behind the short distance, and a clear expression flashed in his eyes.

"Yes, a large part of what you have now was originally yours." Liu Rui'an, who put down the wine cup, nodded and said:

"If it weren't for him, you wouldn't have had this disaster, and he wouldn't have searched for so long to find you."

"Master, what are you talking about? Why can't I understand?" "Yan Chixia", who was completely confused, said dumbfounded.

"Ah! I understand!" He secretly made a cup of vegetarian wine to moisten his throat, but suddenly said.

"Little monk, I didn't understand. What can you understand?" "Yan Chixia", who was a little annoyed by the other party's eyes looking at the fool, said.

"You really don't understand if you don't understand."

The little monk Shifang, who was about to keep him in custody, received a warning look from his master.

At this moment, I had to talk and answered the fool in front of me:

"This person can be reincarnated after his death. That master probably owes you a great favor in the previous life."

"So I'm embarrassed to accept you as a disciple. Then I'll use death to return the things I've got from your previous life to you."

Speaking of this, Shifang said stupidly:

"Huh? So, wasn't you a paradise in your previous life?"

"This...this..."

Although he is considered a practitioner of Taoism, even if he hears this kind of thing happening to him, he is a little confused even with the nerves of "Yan Chixia".

"Master Taoist, the little disciple said whatever he said, please forgive me." Seeing that the atmosphere was a little stiff, the old monk Zen Master Baiyun spoke.

"Master, the disciple has a deep wisdom and the truth is what he said, so how can he say it without hesitation?" Liu Rui'an, who waved his hand, replied with a smile.

After hearing this, if Jacky Cheung’s version of “Yan Chixia” is not clear about what the little monk said just now, it is not that he is too nervous, but that he is as stupid as a pig.

"So, I was also a hermit in my previous life? Who would I be?" "Yan Chixia" muttered to himself, who was stupid on the spot.

Feeling the eyes of the two old monks, Liu Rui'an did not care about anything anymore, but said:

"In the last life, your name was Ye Zhiqiu, and your Taoist name was Zhiqiu Yiye, and he was a disciple of Kunlun Sect."

"Because there was a monster cholera at that time, you and Yan Chixia were in a coincidence to save Fu Tianchou, the Minister of Rites at that time, and fought with the Thousand-year Centipede Monster."

"As a result, although you two used the technique of leaving the body to eliminate each other, your spiritual soul could not return to the orifice because your cultivation was insufficient."

"Yan Chixia was not able to rescue her at that time. You, who was in a great year, could only be reincarnated."

"In guilt, Yan Chixia took your inheritance and spent a lot of time looking for your reincarnation."

"Although I finally found you, I can't accept you as my disciple because of the favor I owe before."

"In the end, I had to return the inheritance that should have belonged to you, and by the way, he also treated his own Taoism as compensation."

Faced with such a large amount of information, "Yan Chixia" was wrong. Now he should be Ye Zhiqiu's stupid boy, and he was stunned on the spot.

On the contrary, the little monk Shifang was used to being heartless and heartless in his daily life. He still had the leisure time and sighed:

"Wow! Zhiqiu is a leaf, Ye Zhiqiu. Although this name is not as powerful as Yan Chixia, it also has a bit of a transcendence."

"I didn't expect you to be reincarnated as a master, a disciple of Kunlun Sect, so powerful."

After being sighed by the little monk, Ye Zhiqiu finally calmed down.

"Then...that Taoist priest..." Ye Zhiqiu, who linked the matter together, asked hesitantly.

"Me?" Liu Rui'an, who knew what the other party wanted to ask, said seriously:

"Like Yan Chixia, I have some cause and effect like you in my previous life."

"It's a pity that I delayed something at that time, otherwise you wouldn't have been reincarnated."

"Amitabha!"

The old monk Baiyun, who was sitting next to him, didn't know what he thought of, but when he chanted the Buddha's name, he brought some unknown emotional fluctuations.

Seeing this fleeting fluctuation, Liu Rui'an looked at the other party with some playfulness, and then continued:

"Ye Zhiqiu, in order to end the cause and effect between us, I can give you three choices."

“What are the three choices?”

Ye Zhiqiu, who was a little calmer, thought of the first thing he did was how to get more benefits from the middle, and he was immediately excited.

"The first choice is, I can give you a magic weapon." Speaking of this, he swept over the other party's exaggerated sword, and Liu Rui'an smiled:

"Seeing that you like using swords so much, I can give you a better one."

Speaking of this, Liu Rui'an pointed lightly and saw a little golden light appearing out of thin air and falling towards the open space between the four desks.

After the golden light approached the ground, it instantly turned into a long sword and stood on the spot.

If someone familiar with Marvel movies is present, you will find that the shape of this sword is very similar to the handle sword used by Asgard's female warrior Sif.

The difference is that there are many talismans engraved on the sword, and the size of the sword is larger than the original one.

Feeling Ye Zhiqiu and the little monk Fang Shushuo's eyes shining, Liu Rui'an, who was quietly waiting for the fish to take the bait, introduced quietly:

"This sword is called Soul-Slaying, which is refined by the essence of heaven. Cut gold and cut jade, and blowing hair and cutting hair is easy to turn around."

"After refining through talismans and magical methods of immortals, it has endless wonderful uses."

"Just need the corresponding sacrifice technique to put this sword in your body."

"Once one's cultivation is sufficient, one sword will fly out, and it will be as easy as taking the head of a person thousands of miles away." (To be continued...)
Chapter completed!