The fat man scratched the back of his head and nodded gently to the monk. The fat man could be said to have watched the little monk walk out step by step, from the beginning of the little fat student to the Buddhist leader and the millions of believers today.

After the donor got up after the gift, he introduced the disciples he brought to Fatty: "Donor Zhang, these are my eighteen classmates. Now he practices the eleven Arhats of my Buddhism. He is the new eleven Arhats in my Buddhism. He currently has the perfect fruit position of Galan. After returning to Dengfeng, I re-established Lingshan in Shaolin Temple in Songshan. My Buddhism has also collected the four Vajra Guardians and three thousand Red Dust Buddhist practices. In addition to those lay Buddhists who are dedicated to the Buddha, there are now three to four million people around my Lingshan hundreds of miles."

Speaking of this, the donor said to the fat man sadly: "My sister Shi Zhuyi has now become a monk and a nun. She has devoted herself to the Buddhist heart and has devoted herself to practicing Buddhism. Her cultivation has now reached the advanced level of Galan. Before I set off, my sister also told me to ask me to say hello to her for you."

The fat man was speechless for a moment. He and Shi Zhuyi couldn't say how much love existed. They could only say that luck made people mess with people. Who made the fat man look average? After using it, he threw it aside. He was handsome, but he had no conscience and was full of bad water to make Shi Zhuyi suffer. Even the donor was almost killed by him. In the end, in comparison, Shi Zhuyi felt that the fat man was good. Unfortunately, everything could not be turned back. The fat man was no longer the ignorant, innocent and kind little fat man. Now the fat man has learned to hide his scars deeply. He licked his wounds silently and watched it heal quietly. He no longer wanted to reveal the most sincere emotions in his heart to outsiders easily.

Forget it, everything has passed. Let the past disappear with the wind. The fat man let out a sigh of vigor and smiled calmly: "Well, I'll say hello to your sister for me." Then he introduced the four saviors who came first and their brothers to the little monk. There were seven or eight hundred people crowded on the small mountain, and the people shouted and neighed, and it was very lively.

The monster meat on the dozens of barbecue racks at the foot of the mountain was already roasted and smelled. The fragrance drifted into the noses of the fat man and the others. The fat man waved his hand. Brothers, the last Zheng Jingren didn't know when he would arrive. Before he could wait for him, we started eating. He took the lead and walked to the foot of the mountain.

The fat man was about to move his foot when another sound of breaking through the air came from the sky far north. As the wind approached, a white flag flew over. On the flag, a group of people were all wearing protective fairy clothes, holding various magic weapons and weapons in their hands. They flew over majesticly. After the flag flew closer, the young man in the middle, wearing a mysterious nine-dragon robe and a twelve-tale crown was not the savior Zheng Jingren, who was appointed by the fat man at Fengtian.

Zheng Jingren saw the fat man's hand that shone with dazzling light from afar, and prepared his equipment early. After getting closer, he waved his hand and the fairy-gathering flag under his feet narrowed into a small flag and returned to his own hands. All the hundreds of people behind him exuded the momentum of the foundation-building stage and slowly fell to the ground.

The fat man stood on the top of the mountain and looked at Zheng Jingren quietly. After a few months, Zheng Jingren had a drastic change. The timid young man who was a little scared and helpless was now very steady. Looking at his way over, he was full of momentum and domineering in a row and tiger steps. The practice of the Jade Emperor Tribulation gradually changed him into an emperor who was the only one in his heart.

Zheng Jingren walked forward, owed his body slightly, and opened his mouth a few times. Uncle Fat could not be called out. Seeing this, the fat man hurriedly said, "Brother Zheng, you are the last one to arrive. Let's talk while walking. I will introduce these friends to you." Zheng Jingren responded vaguely and walked down the mountain side by side with the fat man. The good soldiers in the army brought behind him lined up in an orderly manner, following everyone in an orderly manner, heading towards the foot of the mountain.

The brothers of Wu Fatian at the foot of the mountain were all barbecue masters. The roasting racks were covered with golden, crispy and tender, and the smell of roasted monster meat was fragrant. The fat man walked to the two hundred jars of monkey wine, picked up a big bowl, and the person next to him quickly filled the fat man. The fat man held a full bowl of monkey wine and said to the brothers of the six forces: "Come on, brothers, you have come from afar, I have no choice but to do it first." He raised his hands, and a large bowl of monkey wine raised his head and drank no drop left.

"Dear brothers, let's drink, let's drink, Fat Brother's Monkey Wine is a good thing, you will know after taking a sip. Come on, let's do it." Wu Fatian never knew what kind of politeness looked like. After laughing and picking up a bowl of wine, he shook his respects to everyone, and then he drank it impatiently. At the beginning of him, everyone immediately let go of the restraint in their hearts. They drank back and forth with each other, and the atmosphere was so warm.

Among the group, only a group of Buddhist practitioners from Henan and a group of ghost practitioners from Mount Tai were quietly staying beside each other. One was silently reciting the scriptures without any alcohol, and the other was anxious to catch his ears and faces, wishing to come forward and drink it happily, but because he was already a ghost body, he was in a very anxious pain and could not take a sip.

The fat man gently walked to Yun Zhongtian and the others, and a jar of monkey wine spilled on the ground. After that, another jar was poured into the ground with twenty jars of wine in one breath, and then said to Yun Zhongtian with an apology: "I'm sorry, Brother Yun, I forgot this, please enjoy it now." Xie Bi'an and Fan Wujiu two drunkards had long been unable to bear it, and reached out to catch the place where the fat man poured wine.

A large bowl of good wine appeared, and he raised his neck and poured it down. After drinking it happily, he shouted: Good wine, good. He turned his head and shouted to Yun Zhongtian and the others behind him, "Brother, brothers, why are you waiting for? I haven't been drinking happily with Brother Zhang for a long time. Let's drink his mother's pleasure today." The ghost cultivators finally started to move their figures, rushed up, and joined the drinking army together.

Not to mention the fat man's drinking, the sky was dim and the earth was dark. Just talking about the depths of the 100,000 mountains, Mao Xiaofang, Mao Xiaofang looked at Mao Xiaoling with anger: "What? You gave it to others. You can give it to me by the sword passed down from our Mao family. This is the token of the successor of my Mao family. You gave it to me at will, you, you."

Mao Xiaoling looked sad: "My daughter is unfilial, please punish her father."

Mao Xiaofang was about to sternly scold his daughter, but suddenly, a whim came to his advanced level of drought. If any crisis came, he would definitely be able to sense it. Mao Xiaofang hurriedly observed it silently for a long time, and was speechless for a while. After a while, Mao Xiaofang made a difficult decision and said to his daughter Mao Xiaoling: "Get out of here, throw away my Mao family's inheritance token, get out of here, the farther you get out of here, the better. For my father, I will never want to see you again. In half a year, if you can find my Mao family's demon-subduing sword, I may forgive you. You go now, the farther you go, the better, and for my father, I don't want to see you now." After that, I waved my Taoist robe and waved it violently, and brushed Mao Xiaoling out dozens of meters away.

When Mao Xiaoling heard his father say such heartless words, he felt his heart breaking. He knelt down with a plop: "My daughter is unfilial, which makes her angry. Please don't drive her daughter away. If her daughter doesn't leave, her daughter will stay with her father. The daughter finally saw her father and had not fulfilled her filial piety at her. The father will drive her daughter away. If her daughter doesn't leave, please take her back to life." At this time, two lines of blood and tears flowed in Mao Xiaoling's eyes, and blood beads rolled to the ground.

Mao Xiaofang was so cruel that he tried to control his voice to keep calm, and said lightly: "I can't find my Mao family's magic sword. Don't take it back. Go, go, go for me." He waved the Taoist robe with all his strength, and threw Mao Xiaoling directly from the top of the mountain to the bottom of the mountain. Mao Xiaofang closed his eyes and said silently in his heart: "Xiaoling, don't resent your father. My father had just calculated that he was a white tiger in his head, and he had a killing star illuminating his body. He was the master of murder. For your safety, my father had to take the opportunity to send you away. When you pass this disaster, you, my father and my daughter will definitely meet."
Chapter completed!