(This plot is a bit difficult to write and is difficult to deal with...)

After a moment of silence, Jingkong asked: "Young Master, how can you be without tea when you treat guests?"

Chen Sanlang said: "I'm negligent."

As he said that, he got up and opened the door and happened to see Lei Wei moving wine.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, Lei Wei put down the jar of wine and ran over: "Sir, what are you asking?"

"Let me make a pot of good tea."

"yes."

After a pause, Lei Wei whispered: "Sir, if you need it, I can do it. God will make this bald donkey without knowing it..."

After making a move to cut the knife, he misunderstood. He thought that Chen Sanlang cherished his reputation, so he did not make things difficult for Jingkong, so he volunteered.

Chen Sanlang laughed in silence: "What nonsense, go quickly."

Xu Nianniang sat there, looked at her, and Chen Sanlang signaled that she was fine. Xu Nianniang didn't say anything, just drank.

After a while, a maid came in with tea. Chen Sanlang asked her to let go and retreat, and poured tea for Jingkong himself.

He has no hatred for this old monk, he can only say that he has different ideas and does not plan for each other.

Jingkong held the tea and blew it gently, and a wave of ripples appeared on the surface of the tea; when it blew again, it seemed like a strong wind was rising, and a small cup of tea, the water waves rolled up a whirlpool.

Chen Sanlang knew that he was going to make a move.

"This cup of tea, respect the young master."

Jingkong raised the teacup and looked at Chen Sanlang from the air.

"good!"

Chen Sanlang also raised his teacup and opposed it.

After a buzz, I saw a whirlpool of tea in the cup, exactly the same as the landscape in the clear cup.

The Buddha said: This exists because it exists, and this is born because it is born. Everything arises from causes and conditions.

That's all.

Jingkong's move was revealed by his superb cultivation. When he saw it, he was shocked to be an immortal and worshipped him.

Chen Sanlang stared at the vortex in the cup, and there was an indescribable suction force inside, which wanted to pull his spiritual will into an unknown world. In the past, I was afraid I could not resist it. I remember that in Yangzhou, Jingkong was just a little bit, which made Chen Sanlang fall into fantasy.

It’s a pity that today is different from the past.

He smiled slightly, put the teacup to his mouth as if nothing had happened, and sipped slowly. The whirlpool entered his mouth and turned into invisible. It was a slightly bitter tea. After entering his throat, it had a sweet and mellow meaning, and the aftertaste was lingering: "Master, please tea."

This cup of tea entered the throat, and the scene in the clean cup over there immediately returned to normal. Several tea leaves floated and slight green color.

Jingkong stared at him, raised his glass to drink, and tsk in a tsk voice: "Good tea!"

He lifted the teapot and walked over: "Young master, let me pour tea for you."

Chen Sanlang reached out and made a gesture of invitation.

Jingkong leaned into the pot in his hand, poured out a cup of tea and fell into Chen Sanlang's cup without bias. The water looked like a waterfall, pouring down with a bang.

In a vague way, Chen Sanlang even heard the rumbling sound of the water rushing, and he heard endlessly.

This sound was right in my ear, and I had a bang.

Chen Sanlang felt that there was something to get into his head. When he was shocked, he couldn't help but feel confused and showed signs of confusion.

At this moment, the sword of the evil sword in his arms moved. With this sword, the ancient books of Niwan Palace immediately emerged, and every word was gems and shining brightly, and it immediately stabilized.

This scene is not the first time. Whenever Chen Sanlang encounters a crisis, he will be connected with each other by book and sword, and every time he will be exposed to help. He can basically get rid of danger.

This time, there are no exceptions.

When the pages are opened, the handwriting is flying. Every word, every stroke, no matter the dots, strokes, horizontal and vertical, is secretly filled with mystery and a sharp breath.

In just one moment, the sound of the waterfall bombarded by the waterfall disappeared.

Everything returns to normal.

Jingkong's hand holding the teapot actually trembled for a moment, unable to grasp it, so that tea splashed out of the cup and fell on the table.

It is quite rude to pour tea overflowing, and even to be considered a disobedience.

The old monk Jingkong lived a long time ago and sat on the verdant Zen. His heart had been tempered for thousands of times and had almost no flaws. However, at this moment, a crack appeared. You can imagine how much impact Chen Sanlang gave him.

"Are you a monk?"

Even if Chen Sanlang is a monk, Jingkong is not so. He has been in the world for a long time. He has seen, heard and encountered hundreds of monks. He has basically seen one monk in every sect. A mere monk is nothing. The key is that Jingkong has not discovered this fact for a long time, which is terrible. Thinking about the past, he was holding Chen Sanlang to deal with Ao Qing. At that time, Chen Sanlang had any magic power fluctuations?

How long has it been separated now?

Not to mention the first time we met in Yangzhou, we easily entered Chen Sanlang's mind world and created a illusion scene. The reason for the failure was that Chen Sanlang was firm in his will and had too deep obsession. Besides, Jingkong was not attentive, he just did it casually, and the superficiality of enlightenment was not considered.

But now it is different. First, use the demon cat to test it, and then use tea to make a fuss. It seems elegant, but in fact Jingkong has already used many skills.

When it comes to the entry of the ferryman, it sounds good and "intelligence", but to the point of being ugly, it is "brainwashing", which is not an easy and simple thing. If you face some foolish villagers, it is much easier. If you sit there and do some tricks, the people will kowtow and pay homage.

Many people build gates and set up temples in the city, most of which take this route.

But facing some people who are knowledgeable and have a strong will, it will take some effort.

No matter who you are enlightened, you are basically using gentle means to seek breakthroughs from the spiritual level, rather than arresting people at the mercy. In that case, it would be a wrong move, disdain, and the effect would often be counterproductive.

At this moment, Jingkong suddenly realized that Chen Sanlang was actually a monk or a monk who could not see any flaws. He immediately felt shocked.

The journey of practicing Taoism is long, and there are very few self-taught people. They must be guided and taught by teachers - this process is actually a kind of enlightenment.

In other words, it means that Chen Sanlang has been enlightened once, and if you want to enlighten him, the difficulty is self-evident.

Hearing his question, Chen Sanlang smiled: "Master, do you think I look like a monk?"

Jingkong was slightly stunned, feeling that this was a bit strange. When he thought about what had happened before, he found many suspicions.

From beginning to end, Chen Sanlang had no magic power to reveal his body. His aura was very strange and difficult to figure out, but it was a bit similar to some rumors in ancient times. However, the allusions of the rumors were already buried in the pile of old papers.

These things cannot be considered for the time being. He is bound to come this time because he knows deeply that if Chen Sanlang continues to develop according to this momentum, there will be no chance from now on.

After trying three times in a row, even Chen Sanlang could not get into the world in his mind. It seems that he had to use the last magical means.
Chapter completed!