Water Margin: Why is Daiyu the head instructor of the Imperial Guards?

Chapter 39 Second Uncle, you died such a terrible death!

The system prompt.

This undoubtedly confirms the point.

He took a deep breath, suppressing his excitement, and strode towards the temple.

along the way.

I encountered many young novices.

But when they saw themselves, they all turned pale and fled as fast as they could, wishing they had two more pairs of legs.

"Am I that scary?"

Liang Shan's lips twitched a few times.

Under the influence of his aura, he couldn't even find someone to ask for directions.

Zhou Ming was quick-witted.

Quick-witted and nimble-fingered.

They went up and grabbed the slowest novice monk.

"Spare me... I... I... I'm a nun, I don't like men, please let me go..."

The young novice monk covered his buttocks, trembling all over, and could barely speak.

"I need to ask you for directions."

Liang Shan rolled his eyes and asked bluntly, "Is there a wandering monk living here?"

"Are you referring to Zen Master Fahai?"

The young novice monk cautiously raised his head.

"That's right!"

Liang Shan's expression shifted slightly, and he pressed on, "Where is he?"

"Zen Master Fahai...he..."

The young novice monk looked towards the backyard, with a hesitant expression.

"What's wrong with him?"

Liang Shan pressed for an answer.

Before the young novice could answer, a hearty laugh suddenly came from the backyard.

Liang Shan frowned slightly.

With Zhou Ming by my side.

He hurried toward the backyard.

Under a camphor tree, we finally met the legendary Fahai.

"Come, come, little monk, have another drink with me!"

A burly man, eight feet tall and broad-shouldered, sat at the stone table, holding a wine bowl in his left hand and a chicken leg in his right. His fleshy face jiggled as he chewed.

He was standing in front of him.

Three young monks sat there, their faces as red as monkey bottoms, clearly having drunk quite a bit.

"Master Fahai, we...we can't drink anymore..."

The young novice monk's tongue was so thick that he stammered when he spoke.

"What do you mean by 'you can't drink anymore'?"

The burly man, his face contorted with anger, slammed his hand on the stone table, shattering it into pieces.

"Come on, finish this one, there are three more to go!!"

talking.

He first drank it down in one gulp as a sign of respect, then grabbed a chicken leg and took a big bite, his mouth full of oil.

"Amitabha……"

The three young monks glanced at the broken stone table beside them, trembling as they chanted Buddhist mantras, picked up the wine bowls, closed their eyes, and drank it down.

Buddha should forgive them.

otherwise……

They were about to be sent to see Buddha.

"Excellent! This is the spirit a Buddhist disciple should have!"

The burly man laughed heartily, slapping the young novice monk on the shoulder with his large, fan-like hand, almost knocking him into the ground.

"Is that Fahai?!"

Liang Shan's eyes widened, revealing a look of astonishment.

in his impression.

Fahai should be an old monk with white eyebrows and beard, a dignified appearance, holding a golden alms bowl, wearing a kasaya, looking like an enlightened high monk.

But the one in front of me...

This is clearly Lu Zhishen!

"Zhou Ming, pinch me."

"My lord, I dare not."

"pinch!"

"Ouch—smack!"

Liang Shan slapped Zhou Ming across the face and yelled, "Who told you to actually pinch me?!"

"You..."

Zhou Ming covered his face, looking aggrieved.

Liangshan ignored him.

I stepped into the backyard.

Fahai's ears twitched, and he suddenly turned his head, his eyes, as big as copper bells, staring at Liangshan and looking him up and down.

Who are you?

"I am from Liangshan, Dali Temple..."

"I don't know him."

Fahai waved his hand, poured himself another bowl of wine, and said impatiently, "I'm drinking and don't have time to entertain you. Go back to where you came from."

Liang Shan: "..."

It seems so.

Fahai was a drunkard.

It's a pity I didn't bring any good wine this time, otherwise I could have gained a lot of goodwill.

A thought struck him, and he cupped his hands in a respectful bow, saying, "Master, I've come to acknowledge my kin."

"Recognizing relatives?"

Fahai put down his wine bowl and looked at him in surprise.

"Yes, it's about recognizing relatives!"

Liang Shan slapped his thigh, his expression utterly sincere: "Master, I am the son of Liang Kangmin, the seventh great-uncle of the grandson of the second uncle of your third uncle's aunt's cousin's mother-in-law's niece."

"???"

Fahai was stunned, and with a "thud," the chicken leg in his hand fell to the ground.

The three young monks had also sobered up considerably.

Even Zhou Ming behind him gaped, looking like he was saying, "What nonsense are you spouting, sir?"

"What did you just say?"

Fahai picked at his ears, thinking he had misheard.

Liang Shan: "..."

He rolled his eyes. Who could repeat that a second time?

"My name is Liang Shan, and I am actually a distant cousin of yours, Master."

Fahai frowned.

Lower your head.

He counted on his fingers, muttering, "Third Uncle... Aunt... Cousin... Mother-in-law... Niece..."

I calculated it five times.

I didn't figure it out.

"You...you're really my relative?"

Fahai looked at Liang Shan's sincere face and said with some doubt.

"Absolutely true!"

Liang Shan stepped forward and grabbed Fahai's hand, saying, "Master, we've searched for you so hard all these years! We lost all contact with you after you became a monk. My father... oh no, your third uncle's aunt's cousin's mother-in-law's niece's cousin's second uncle talks about you every day!"

"real?"

Fahai's eyes reddened slightly, and his voice choked with emotion: "My...my...my third uncle...is he alright?"

"What's so good about it? The grass on your grave is already three feet tall!"

Liang Shan sighed.

"Second Uncle, you died such a tragic death!!"

Fahai knelt down with a thud, and howled at the sky, his voice booming like an earthquake.

The entire Bao'en Temple.

You could hear Fahai's heartbroken voice.

In the backyard.

The three young monks were so frightened that they huddled together.

Zhou Ming's legs went weak, and he collapsed to the ground.

Liang Shan's ears were ringing from the loud voice, but the system's voice had already quietly sounded in his mind.