Three days later.
Hu Zecheng.
This place was still seventy miles away from the Demon City. The dusty monk brushed off the dust on his body and found an inn to sit down.
"Waiter, bring me a pot of the best Huadiao wine, three steamed buns, and a plate of stir-fried vegetables." The monk shouted loudly after sitting down.
"This monk drinks?" someone in the inn asked in surprise.
"Why can't you drink?" the monk asked back.
The person who asked the question just now said, "Don't monks have strict rules and regulations that prohibit them from drinking alcohol or eating meat?"
"Monks don't eat meat, which means they don't kill. Monks don't drink alcohol, because getting drunk will break other precepts. I can drink a thousand cups without getting drunk, so it makes no difference whether I drink or not, so I can drink." The monk replied.
“Will your master be angry if he knows that you have misinterpreted the teachings like this?” A tall Taoist priest sat down in front of the monk.
"Sir, here are your wine and food." The waiter came over and placed Huadiao wine, steamed buns and vegetables in front of them. Master Gao took the Huadiao wine and poured himself a glass.
"Don't try to get close to me and try to steal my wine." The monk stretched out his hand to grab it, but the tall Taoist lightly waved his hand and knocked him to the ground. The Taoist raised his head and drank the wine, praising him: "Good wine."
The monk got up from the ground and said, "Damn Taoist priest, who are you?"
"You baldy fool, who are you?" Taoist Gao drank another glass of wine.
"In the Criminal Law Court of Shanglin Heavenly Palace, we abstain from love but not sex!" the monk said viciously.
"Oh. How come Jiekong's disciple chose a five-character Buddhist name? It's quite funny." Taoist Gao said quietly.
He found the right moment to snatch back the Huadiao wine and looked at the Taoist priest in front of him curiously: "It seems that you know a lot. What's your name? Tell me your name!"
Taoist Gao frowned, seemed to think for a while, and finally sighed: "No one has called my name for so long that I can't remember it. I have to go back and ask."
Jieqing Bujielu was stunned for a moment, then nodded and said, "That's right, that's right. What do you think my real name is? I have to think about it carefully. But don't you Taoists also have names? Such as Fire Dragon Master, Changchun Master, etc."
"Oh, yes." The tall Taoist nodded, "My name is Daojun."
"Oh, Daojun." Jieqing Bujie raised the wine glass and took a sip, but after a moment he realized the meaning behind these two words and shuddered all over, "Daojun? Daojun!" But when he came to his senses, there was no one in front of him, only Daojun's voice echoing in the inn.
"If you have the chance, come to Qingcheng Mountain to drink."
He smacked his lips and said, "Even Daojun is here... Is this mission in Demon City too difficult? Does Xie Kanhua think too highly of me?"
"Taoist Lord?" The woman in red walked up to Jie Qing Bu Jie Lu, looked at the trace of purple air still left on the Hua Diao wine, and murmured, "Why is he here too?"
He looked up and saw the woman. He was shocked at first: How could there be such a beautiful woman in the world? Then he grabbed the Huadiao wine in front of him: No matter how beautiful she is, she can't take my Huadiao wine!
The woman bowed her head and asked, "What is your relationship with Daojun?"
"It was the first time we met." He answered honestly, "He also drank two glasses of wine from me."
"Are you going to Demon City too?" the woman asked again.
Nodding: "Let's go and have a look..."
"It looks like you are from the Criminal Law Court of Shanglin Palace." The woman's tone suddenly revealed a hint of murderous intent.
"No, no, I'm from Tianhuo Temple." He clasped his hands together and chanted the Buddha's name.
"Nonsense." The woman's sleeves fluttered slightly.
Then he got slapped in the face for abstaining from love but not sex.
But he still put his hands together with a smile on his face. He did not see clearly how the woman attacked. Of course, even if he saw it, he did not dare to fight back because he recognized the identity of the beautiful woman in front of him.
The lord of Jimo Sword City, the red-robed sword fairy Jimo Huaxue.
"I'm going to help Su Baiyi!" Jieqing but not lust quickly revealed his cards.
"How can you help when your martial arts skills are so poor?" Jimo Huaxue shook his head, turned around and rushed out.
He took a long breath and wiped the sweat off his forehead: "He is a sword fairy and a Taoist master. My martial arts are so poor, it really doesn't work..."
Jimo Huaxue rushed out of the inn and saw Daojun standing on the eaves opposite, nodding slightly at her. Jimo Huaxue lowered his head and returned the greeting. Then they both jumped at the same time and arrived outside the city in a few leaps.
"The Lord of Jimo City should not get involved in this muddy water. Jiancheng and Shanglin Palace have always had a good relationship." Daojun advised.
"It's my father who has a good relationship with Grand Palace Master Su Han, not Jiancheng and Shanglin Palace. And this time it's not Jiancheng who's coming, it's Jimo Huaxue who's coming on my own." Jimo Huaxue replied.
"Then Jimo Huaxue stopped in this city because..." Daojun asked.
"There is a master approaching here, but he can only go so far." Jimo Huaxue replied.
"It's inappropriate for you to fight him. There's a huge generation gap between you. Even if your father sees him, he should call him uncle." Daojun shook his head. "Besides, you are likely to lose to him, but even if you win, you will pay a heavy price. Jimo Sword City may not be able to bear such a price."
Jimo Huaxue frowned slightly: "I'm not someone who is easily persuaded."
"I'll stay." Daojun said with a smile, "I'm of decent seniority and decent martial arts skills, so maybe I can stop him."
Jimo Huaxue turned her head to look at Daojun. Many, many years ago, when she was still very young, her father told her that Daojun was one of the two most mysterious people in the world. No one knew how good his martial arts were because people seemed to have never seen him take action. But people believed that as long as he took action, his strength would be among the top three strongest people in the world.
"Can I trust you, Lord Dao?" Jimo Huaxue asked.
"Reach the utmost emptiness, and keep the deepest stillness. All things are created together, and I observe their return." Daojun smiled slightly, "I believe in the Great Way."
"What is the Tao?" Jimo Huaxue asked.
"At least what Shanglin Palace is doing is not the Great Dao. Go ahead." Daojun waved his sleeves gently, "I'm here."
Jimo Huaxue was hit lightly by the sleeve and flew out. She took advantage of the momentum to turn over and headed towards the demon city. As soon as her figure disappeared, a bright red spear appeared in the sky.
Swooping down quickly!
"Go back." Daojun waved his sleeves lightly again and knocked the spear back.
An old man with white hair and beard walked out from the mist, holding the spear, looking at the Taoist in front of him, and asked in surprise: "Master Daojun?"
Daojun closed his eyes and took a deep breath: "Mr. Spear Saint."