Chapter 2972： Monk

The moon in the sky is like a jade disk, and there are more than one, so the night of the Purple Light Market is not dark.

Coupled with various luminous plants and lights everywhere, it makes the night bright as daylight, but it has a somewhat hazy beauty.

Under the trees in the forest, the bright moon hangs high, which is really a good time for drinking and talking.

Tang Zhen and the two sisters who run the tavern, had a delicious taste of barbecue and drinking wine, and had a lively chat.

It didn't take long for a guest to arrive, and the older sister went to entertain, but the younger sister continued to talk to Tang Zhen Changyin.

At the same time, I greeted my sister, let her close the door, and then came to chat together.

This is the mentality of the residents of Ziguang Market [Begonia House www.htsw.info]. If you are happy, what if you do n’t do business?

The sister was slightly drunk, but she held the glass and talked to Tang Zhen.

"Many monks come to Ziguang Market, they will stay for a long time, and they will explore when they are suitable.

It can be said that every monk here is an explorer, as well as the customers we entertain.

I know a monk who stayed at Ziguang Market for 70 years, only to collect a set of elixir needed for the prescription.

Just twenty years ago, he successfully collected all elixir, and then refined the desired elixir.

After paying the Elixir, his strength has been improved and reached the dream state.

Ordinarily, at this time, you should learn to choose, not to venture into the Purple Light Market.

Who would have thought that he would continue to explore the Purple Light Market as he did in the past, and would not give up anyway. "

The woman said here, she drank the wine from the glass, and stared at Tang Zhen stupefiedly: "Come and guess what happened later?"

Tang Zhen did not hesitate, he directly replied: "After he entered, he never came out again."

The woman knocked the glass on the table and opened her eyes wide and asked, "Sure enough, even if you can see it, he has no good results like this!"

Although the wine of Ziguang Market is sweet and refreshing, it is too easy to intoxicate. This woman with a soft face is full of boldness at the moment.

Only between Meiyu, there was a bit of sorrow hidden, and it was impossible to dilute it with the throat-burning liquor.

"It should be said that you told me."

Tang Zhen answered with a smile, but was secretly vigilant in his heart.

Although with his strength, he can almost fear no crisis, but it does not mean that he is invincible.

In the spirit world, there are countless hidden masters, and high-level gods will not necessarily be the target of being hunted.

Spirits can fall, but how can they be taken lightly, and be cautious in everything, in fact, there is no harm.

"You are smart, and you guessed the result in one click.

But even if you know the danger, you will still enter the Ziguang Market, am I right? "

The woman, who claimed to be her sister, continued to pour alcohol and drink with Tang Zhen. She was quite drunk.

"Yes, I just came for the Ziguang Market, how can I not go in?

Especially as you just said, the most magical place of Ziguang Market is that you can find anything you want.

Whether it is for mortals or practitioners, this is an irresistible temptation. "

Tang Zhen answered with a smile, and then asked for two more pots of wine.

The sister next to him smiled and turned to fetch the jug. It didn't seem to worry that the sister would drink too much.

In fact, think about it too. The residents of the Spirit World do not have to worry about death, and how can they worry about hurting their bodies after getting drunk.

"It is said that practitioners are at ease and can do whatever they want without any restrictions.

But in my opinion, you actually live more tired, because in your body, you always wear a shackle.

It is said that there is no desire, no need, but always thinking about improving his own strength, desperately snatching those things that are not easy to get.

It's better to say that it succeeds, but if it fails, all the hard work of the past will suddenly become empty.

What is at ease, what is immortal, is actually just a joke.

It is already very lucky to be able to leave a pair of wreckage and put it in a thin-skinned coffin to leave a tombstone.

In most cases, there is basically no bones left, and nothing can be left.

It can only make the living people sad and die worthless, it is extremely stupid ... "

The woman who claims to be her sister has blurred eyes, but the sad color is more intense.

Tang Zhen couldn't help but secretly guess that perhaps she had an unforgettable emotional experience with a monk.

As a result, in the end, some lovers missed the chance to meet, and it might even happen that they were separated forever.

Otherwise, the woman in front of her would never be so indignant, as if practicing this matter is the greatest sin in the world.

In fact, this kind of thinking alone can tell the difference between monks and mortals.

Not a practitioner, I can never understand the mentality of a practitioner, nor do I know why I am so persistent.

Because of the high heavens and the confusion of the people, the higher the strength of the practitioners, the deeper this perception.

In the case of seeing through the fog, who would be willing to deceive and deceive others, continue to wear the shackles, and go through the whole world?

Only the constant search for detachment, even if he died, still has no regrets.

"Everything you say is actually your thoughts, and it can also be said to be mortal thinking.

Because of the consideration of mortal thinking, you will feel that the practitioner is so weird and stubborn, so stupid and incredible.

If you keep thinking like this, then the question that puzzles you will never get an answer.

So if it's possible, you might as well try it and think as a practitioner. "

Tang Zhen put down the empty flask and said to the woman in front of him.

"Ha ha……"

The woman smiled, with a sneer in the corner of her mouth, obviously in response to Tang Zhen's suggestion.

In her heart, she obviously has a lot of disdain for practitioners. How could she try to practice?

"Sir, are you teasing me?"

The sister looked at Tang Zhen and asked with a hint of sarcasm.

"Whatever you think, I just make a suggestion. If you really want to find the answer you want, why not try it?"

"Oh, ha ha ha ..."

The sister smiled unscrupulously, drank the last glass of wine, and then snatched a pot of wine from her sister.

"Drink happily today, you don't have to count your money."

The sister said without looking back, and then took the hip flask in her hand and walked towards the long pavilion in front of the lake step by step.

Looking at her back, she seemed lonely and desolate.

"Your Excellency, don't mind. My sister doesn't usually like this. It's just that I think of sad things today, so I'm so rude."

My sister apologized to Tang Zhen, and since she opened the door to do business, she should not be so rude to the guests.

"Anyway."

Tang Zhen said with a smile, how would he care about this kind of thing.

The elder sister sat down, filled Tang Zhen with wine, and then continued: "My sister is actually very pitiful. She fell in love with a monk, but in the end the other party was asking for help, and did not want to involve the children.

My sister doesn't give up, just waits silently for a few decades.

When the monk was finally moved and knew that our inhabitants of the spiritual world were not ordinary mortals, he finally made a promise to my sister.

When the strength is raised to another level, I will marry my sister, and then settle here at Ziguang Market.

When he came back, he got what he wanted, and finally agreed to marry my sister.

But when he didn't want to get married, the monk entered the Ziguang Market again, but never came out again.

My sister waited for decades, tears were about to drain, but she never saw each other back ... "

After listening to the elder sister's story, Tang Zhen was silent. He had already guessed that his sister had told his story before.

If there is no accident, this is actually a good thing.

The aborigines of the Ziguangxu who ca n’t die can fly with the monks and stay together for a long time.

Instead of worrying about time, the lovers will gradually grow old and eventually die in their arms.