The longevity of the heavens begins with Mingyu Gong

Chapter 39 The Honest Monk
Great Compassion Zen Master, Iron Shoulder Monk, Honest Monk, Bitter Gourd Master, the four most famous monks in the world.

Honest monk, ranked third among the four great monks. He claims to never tell a lie in his life.

Unlike the other three great monks who practice in temples, Monk Honest has no fixed practice place. He can be seen everywhere in the rivers and lakes, but few people can see his real body.

Lu Xiaofeng knew the honest monk, not only did they know each other, they were also friends.

Since we are friends, there is always a way to find each other when needed.

So Song Xing found Lu Xiaofeng.

Hearing that Song Xing was looking for an honest monk, Lu Xiaofeng was a little surprised.

Because he thought that Song Xing would find Ximen Chuuxue, the bandit commander Chu Liuxiang, some divine swords from Tianjian Palace, and even Wudang Mu Taoist, but he didn't expect that what Song Xing was looking for would be a monk.

"Are you a Taoist priest?" Lu Xiaofeng asked.

Song Xing shook his head. Although Chu Luozhao used to dress up as a Taoist priest, he was not a Taoist priest.

"You have an enmity with the honest monk?" Lu Xiaofeng asked again.

Song Xing shook his head again.

Lu Xiaofeng became a little curious now: "That's strange, the honest monk has no property, he can neither tell fortunes nor pray for blessings. Although his kung fu is so-so, he is far from Ximen Chuuxue's opponent. I really can't figure it out, you What are you looking for him for?"

Song Xing picked up the jug at hand, poured himself another glass, and said, "I need Monk Honest to take me to find someone."

Lu Xiaofeng finally couldn't help laughing out loud.

He felt that the person in front of him, although he looked serious, was really an interesting person.

"You want to find an honest monk, so that he can find someone for you?"

Song Xing nodded: "To be precise, I want him to take me to a place and meet someone."

Lu Xiaofeng heard it clearly, then pointed to himself and asked, "Do you know who I am?"

"I know." Song Xing drank the wine in his hand and said.

Lu Xiaofeng asked again: "Then do you know that I, Lu Xiaofeng, love making friends the most. I know at least half of the famous people in the world."

Lu Xiaofeng didn't lie, he has four eyebrows. Lu Xiaofeng has made friends all over the world. His ability to make friends and his ability to cause trouble are both superb.

"If the person you are looking for is from the world, then I know most of them," Lu Xiaofeng said, pointing at Sikong Zhaixing, "Even if I don't know him, he probably does. You really don't need to find an honest monk."

Lu Xiaofeng's words were also true.

In addition to his good martial arts, he is good at drinking, and his thick skin is rare.

Once a person has a thick skin, whether it is making friends or doing other things, it will be smoother.

In addition, he was born to be nosy, and he valued love and righteousness. In the world of Jianghu, he can be said to be popular with everyone, and he is a friend everywhere.

Lu Xiaofeng felt that Song Xing was too strange, his lightness kung fu was better than Sikong Zhaixing, his swordsmanship was comparable to Ximen Chuuxue, such a person never showed himself in the Jianghu.

It's so weird.

Hearing what Lu Xiaofeng said, Song Xing still shook his head and said, "You don't know the person I'm looking for, and neither does Sikong Zhaixing. Only an honest monk knows where he is."

Lu Xiaofeng was so curious that he couldn't help asking, "Who are you looking for?"

Song Xing looked at him and said, "Take me to the honest monk, and you will know."

Lu Xiaofeng glanced at Sikong Zaixing and didn't say a word, but Sikong Zaixing knew that Lu Xiaofeng's damn curiosity had surfaced again.

Lu Xiaofeng didn't lie, his friends are all over the world, as long as he wants, he can always find anyone quickly.

When I saw the honest monk, the honest monk was sitting in front of a dilapidated temple outside the city, gnawing on the steamed buns in his hand.

Ordinary steamed buns, he just tasted like delicacies from mountains and seas.

Seeing Lu Xiaofeng and Sikong Zhaixing, the honest monk stuffed the leftover steamed buns into his arms as if nothing had happened, got up and was about to leave.

Lu Xiaofeng shouted: "Monk stop."

The honest monk seemed to have suddenly lost his hearing, not only did he not stop, but he even accelerated his pace.

In a flash, Sikong Zhaixing appeared in front of the honest monk, blocking his way.

Out of curiosity, Song Xing spent so much time trying to figure out who he was looking for, so he also followed.

The honest monk sighed and had no choice but to turn around.

He didn't look very old, but he was born with a bitter face, his eyes were a little dull, and his expression was simple and honest, which made people think that he was not young.

Lu Xiaofeng stepped forward and said, "Why did you run when you saw your friend coming?"

The honest monk clasped his hands together: "All the monk sees is trouble."

Lu Xiaofeng said: "Isn't the monk just helping people resolve troubles?"

The honest monk pointed at Lu Xiaofeng and Sikong Zhaixing: "You are troublesome, and you are also troublesome." Then he pointed to Song Xing, "It must be a big trouble for you to come out together."

"The monk is hungry now and just wants to eat steamed buns quietly. Can you pretend that you haven't seen me?"

Lu Xiaofeng shook his head resolutely: "No."

Then he pointed to Song Xing and said, "I just followed to see the excitement, not trouble, the person who wants to trouble you is him."

Song Xing stepped forward and said, "I heard that the honest monk never told a lie in his life?"

The honest monk said: "The monk never lies."

Song Xing looked at the honest face in front of him, and said, "Then can you ask the monk to take me to find someone?"

The honest monk said: "If you want to find someone, the two people behind the benefactor are much more capable than me."

Song Xing shook his head and said, "Lu Xiaofeng doesn't know this person."

If you don't even know what you know, then naturally you won't be able to find it.

The honest monk seemed a little surprised: "If you don't even know Lu Xiaofeng, the monk naturally doesn't know him either."

"That's not necessarily the case." Song Xing stared at the honest monk meaningfully and said, "The person I'm looking for is called Wu Ming. You can also call him a little old man."

The honest monk's face changed.

After reciting the Buddha's name, the honest monk bowed his head and remained silent.

Lu Xiaofeng behind Song Xing was surprised, Song Xing did not lie, he did not know this person named Wu Ming, but the behavior of the honest monk just showed that he knew Wu Ming.

Song Xing looked at the honest monk, and said slowly, "Could it be that the monk doesn't know the little old man?"

The honest monk's face seemed to be more bitter, but he still closed his mouth tightly and did not speak.

He didn't say anything, but the movements of the honest monk's feet were not slow, a gray shadow flashed, he had already bypassed Sikong Zhaixing, and ran towards the direction where there was no one.

The honest monk's actions were somewhat beyond Sikong Zhaoxing's expectations, and when he realized it, the honest monk had already run ten feet away.

The honest monk who was running wildly with his head buried in his lightness kung fu was not as elegant and unrestrained as Sikong Zhaixing, and could even be said to be a bit ugly, but his speed was not slow at all.

(End of this chapter)