With that, he patted the two jars of wine in his arms and said with a smile: "monk, these two jars of wine are not penalties, but toasts."
"Old monk, my father has come to invite you personally. I think highly of you. Don't be disrespectful!" The man in royal clothes said again, but with a threat between the words.
"All right."
The head of the middle-aged man opened his mouth and glanced at his son. Then he looked at the old monk and said, "since the master is an interpreter, I will draw a lot and ask the master to explain it."
When his words fell, the tall and thin man had already turned to take the signer in front of the God's case and handed it to the middle-aged man. He did not wave his signature, but stretched out his hand and handed it to the old monk.
"This one, please master."
Seeing this, the old monk walked back to the table with a smile, put down the wine, and then said, "untie the three gold coins, money." Then he stretched out his palm and asked for money from him.
As for the three gold coins, they didn't pay attention to them. So they took out the money and gave it to him. The old monk took a look at it, shook his head and said, "sign it!" Then he took a signature from the back.
"But the fish are in the Bibo pool, and they are caught in a snare all around. They have no plans to think about it. In the end, things will cause trouble. Tut Tut, benefactor, disaster will come from heaven." The old monk looked at them and said pitifully. His eyes seemed to be looking at the dead.
"Nonsense As soon as the man in royal clothes heard it, he immediately drank it angrily. At the same time, he waved his hand at the two jars of wine, but he didn't want the two jars of wine to be carried away by the old monk.
"Oh, don't be angry, don't be angry! Monk, I said it according to my signature. " The old monk said, holding two jars of wine and retreating a little.
The man wanted to stop him, but he was stopped by the middle-aged man: "don't be rude!"
"Dad, this man is a wine and meat monk. I think it's nonsense." Said the man in royal clothes, looking at the old monk's eyes with displeasure.
"Master, since it is said that disaster comes from heaven, can there be a way to solve it?" Asked the middle-aged man.
"Ha ha, life and death have a life, wealth is in heaven." The old monk said with a smile and went out with two jars of wine.
"Dad, do you want to catch him?" Said the man.
"Let's go! But it's just a crazy monk. What happened in this world was that he said that disaster came from heaven, and ah Jie's business was probably just his coincidence. " The middle-aged man said, swinging his sleeve to go out.
These people were not originally from this place, so when they went back to pass through the mountain road, they were ambushed and ran into the encirclement. Looking at the black clothed people who came out from the trees on both sides with knives, the first man's face changed slightly, and he thought of the signature inexplicably.
"Do you have any misunderstanding with us The middle-aged man arched his hand and said that he had only brought a few people out this time. Now he is surrounded by more than 20 people. I'm afraid it's very dangerous.
"Kill!" At the command of the other party, they surrounded and attacked.
"Go! Go back to the temple
It was almost instinctive. At the moment when those people rushed over, the middle-aged man led him to take his son and rushed back. Somehow, he had an idea in his heart that if he wanted to live, he would only go back to the temple, perhaps only there would they have a chance to live!
"Want to go? It's not that easy! " The first man in black raised his breath and flew up. The sword in his hand attacked the two men.