Qili City.
Xiaofeng Tavern.
A drunk man was waving his chopsticks and reciting a poem in a leisurely manner: "The wind whistles in the cold mountains, meeting old friends, riding a horse on the rivers and lakes, drinking a pot of wine..."
There are drunk people in the tavern every day, and there are also many drunkards who love to recite poetry. People have long been accustomed to it, but this person still attracted the attention of the entire restaurant because he is a monk.
A bare bald head and a pure white monk's robe revealed his identity.
"He's just a lunatic who doesn't follow the precepts. Why does the abbot take him so seriously?" Two monks walked into the tavern. The one in front was tall, with a leopard head and round eyes, and a huge string of Buddhist beads hanging on his chest. His powerful aura made the waiter hesitate and dare not step forward to greet him. Fortunately, the other monk had a kind face and a gentle tone. He said to the waiter, "We are here to look for someone. You don't need to greet us."
"Okay... okay." The waiter hurriedly walked to the side and took a look at the drunk monk who was sitting and reciting poetry. He thought that it must be someone from some big temple who came here to arrest monks who did not abide by the precepts.
"This wine is good, waiter, give me another pot." The drunk monk slammed the table.
"No need." A huge palm slammed on the table, drowning out the drunken monk's voice.
The drunk monk looked up and saw that he was quite handsome, no more than 20 years old, with a pair of eyebrows standing up like two swords, and a pair of eyes that were still bright as stars despite drinking, truly worthy of the words "sword eyebrows and star eyes". He smiled at the fierce monk and said, "Brother Jie Xi, come and have a drink together?"
"I told you to drink!" The fierce monk frowned and smashed the wine jar on the table with one palm. "You broke the rules knowingly and did not abide by the rules. How could our Criminal Law Institute produce a disciple like you!"
The drunk monk was not annoyed. He stretched out a finger and directed the flowing wine upwards. He then gently spun it and turned the wine into a silver line. He tilted his head back and opened his mouth, and all the wine fell into his mouth. He licked his lips, burped, and laughed, "We spent money, so we can't waste it casually."
"How dare you!" the fierce monk shouted angrily, and everyone in the tavern couldn't help but cover their ears.
"How dare you!" The drunk monk raised his eyebrows, his voice was not loud, and only the three of them could hear it. But the fierce monk's voice was suppressed in an instant, and the Buddhist beads on his chest made a "bang" sound, and one of them broke.
"Alright, alright. We are all fellow disciples." The kind monk tried to smooth things over, "We came to see you today, not to quarrel with you."
"That's even worse. If it was just a small matter like a quarrel, it would be fine." The drunk monk laughed, "It must be something serious and troublesome."
"We don't know anything, but you will know soon." The charitable monk kept smiling gently, "The abbot is waiting for you, come with us."
"Abbot?" The drunk monk was stunned.
"The abbot is already in Qili City." said the charitable monk.
"Oh." The drunk monk fell headfirst onto the table. The fierce monk and the charitable monk looked at each other, not knowing what was going on. It was not until a low snoring sound came from the drunk monk that the charitable monk laughed dumbly, stretched out a finger to feel his breath, and shook his head, saying, "Is he drunk? He really knows how to hurry up."
Hulu Temple.
In a quiet Zen room, a middle-aged monk was turning the rosary in his hand and chanting Buddhist scriptures in a low voice, until he heard footsteps outside the room and his hand suddenly stopped.
The door was opened, and two monks came in, carrying a drunk monk. They tried to help the drunk monk stand up, but as soon as they let go, the monk's legs went weak, and he fell forward and fell directly to the ground.
“Abbot…” the two monks sounded somewhat helpless.
"Go out." The middle-aged monk called the abbot waved his hand.
The two monks chanted the Buddha's name respectfully, then immediately closed the door and walked out.
"Abstain from sex." The middle-aged monk sighed, "It's been a long time."
The drunken monk's snoring was like thunder.
"No need to pretend." The middle-aged monk stood up, turned around, and walked to the drunk monk. "Brother, I came to you this time because I have something very important for you to do."
The drunk monk turned over and scratched his stomach.
"You also know that the current Shanglin Heavenly Palace is no longer what it used to be. The three floors and four courtyards are in a state of disunity. Everyone wants to gain an advantageous position in the upcoming fight. Our Criminal Law Court is in charge of the punishment within the sect, and our popularity has never been good." The middle-aged monk revealed a bit of helplessness in his expression, "So, we must seize the initiative first."
The drunk monk burped, and the room was instantly filled with the smell of alcohol.
"Recently, someone returned to Shanglin Palace. I originally wanted to take him away first, but I couldn't beat him." The middle-aged monk sighed.
The drunk monk's eyes suddenly opened: "It's him."
"The owner of Wuyu Tower, Xie Kanhua, is back." The middle-aged monk turned around, "But he came back empty-handed. He didn't bring that thing back. Bai Jile guessed that the thing was with Xie Kanhua's disciple, and now he has asked Qingmingyuan to look for him."
The drunk monk stood up and asked: "When did Xie Kanhua accept disciples?"
"It's a young man." The middle-aged monk put a portrait in his arms on the ground. "I saw him that day. This is his portrait. I wanted to take him away that day, but was stopped by Helian Xiyue. Now that Bai Jile has intervened, our Criminal Law Court cannot act rashly. But Jie Se, you haven't been back to Weilong Mountain for ten years. They don't recognize you."
"I was wondering why Senior Brother let me go down the mountain back then." The drunk monk laughed, "So there was such an arrangement. But they are assassins from Qingming Court. I am alone. Can I defeat them?"
"Shouldn't you be more familiar with Qingming Court than I am?" the middle-aged monk said slowly, "You are the only child born in Qingming Court."
"Brother, you are talking about a dangerous topic." The drunk monk's voice suddenly became cold.
"Go, Jie Se. Find Su Baiyi and bring him to me." The middle-aged monk said in a deep voice, "Now the third floor and fourth courtyard are in danger. The survival of our Criminal Law Court depends on you."
"This is really a troublesome matter. I don't care about the survival of the Criminal Law Court." The drunken monk picked up the portrait from the ground and put it in his arms, "But I will take this matter."
"Be careful in everything and abstain from sex." said the middle-aged monk.
"Brother, please stop calling me by this ugly name. I changed my name after I came down the mountain." The drunk monk raised his lips, "From now on, tell me to abstain from love but not from sex."
The middle-aged monk was stunned at first, then cursed: "Ridiculous, how can there be a five-character Dharma name?"
"Am I not ridiculous?" The drunken monk raised his eyebrows and pushed open the door.