Deliveryman of the Heaven

There is a saying that goes, the most perfect lie in the world is not a series of lies, but a half-truths that no one can tell if it is true or false.    

    

If this Honest Monk was not honest at all, all he said was useless words, he had discredited his own clan, his buddhist nature was definitely the highest in the Ling Shan.    

    

After all, how many people in this world would not care about what others thought of them, let alone discredit them like this?    

    

If what the Honest Monk said was all true, then this little monk was even more terrifying!    

    

If this monk were to expose all the ugly things that he had done to the public, then his heart would definitely be so tough that even poisons would not be able to penetrate it. No illusions or demons would be able to defeat him.    

    

Because he was fearless and had the courage to look at himself, so why should he be afraid of the devil in his heart?    

    

The most important thing was that the Honest Monk's words were extremely realistic, as if they were true and false. On the contrary, it was even more impossible for others to guess what he was thinking.    

    

It could be said that the Honest Monk had fully displayed their great wisdom and stupidity. His words seemed to be speaking crazily, but they were actually hiding some profound truths. Otherwise, how could he mix in Ling Shan so easily and unrestrainedly. If the Honest Monk was really a crazy person, he would have already been like the Great Sage Sun all those years ago, pressed down to the bottom of the Five Fingers Mountain and reflecting on himself.    

    

But the only thing was true.    

    

That was, the Honest Monk had a very high position in the Ling Shan, otherwise, with his nonsense, it was impossible for him to be the leader of this group of monks. At least, he was teasing like this, teasing him and First Buddha. The group of monks behind him did not come out to stop him. Either these people had lower seniority than the Honest Monk, or the Honest Monk had enough methods to intimidate these people, or they had both.    

    

Thinking about it, Weiqing no longer bothered about the identity of the Honest Monk, and asked: "What are you guys doing here?"    

    

Honest Monk laughed: "Naturally, I'm waiting for you to come."    

    

Weiqing mocked, "Heh heh, how are your days so leisurely?"    

    

Honest Monk laughed: "To be honest, sitting here for too long, it's really painful."    

    

Ghost Fairy chuckled, "I think you must have been tickled by Eggy, right?"    

    

Honest Monk scratched his crotch without caring about his image and said, "Oh right, Eggy is really itchy. After all, there are a lot of fleas jumping around here."    

    

"Alright, no need to play tricks in front of me. Speak, what are you waiting for me here for?" Weiqing now knew that this old monk was even more deceptive than the Ghost Fairy, the thousand year old crow. He did not look like a monk at all, and this kind of person was even more infuriating.    

    

Honest Monk laughed: "Are you hungry?"    

    

Weiqing sneered: "Do you really have meat and wine here?"    

    

The Honest Monk laughed: "We have been here for almost a month. Buddha's Day, it is the same no matter where we train, and it's the same here. The first day I came here, I thought I would have to spend the new year here, so I had someone settle down by the river and grew some vegetables and dried some fruit wine. The fish in the river are sweet. "    

    

For someone who had violated all buddhist rules, it wasn't strange for him to eat meat and drink wine.    

    

Weiqing did not stand on ceremony and immediately drank the fruit wine and grilled fish around the bonfire. No matter what tricks the Honest Monk had, at least they were not dirty enough to mess with their food.    

    

After the meal, Weiqing discovered that not only did Honest Monk have an open mouth, he was also a chatterbox as he sputtered continuously, especially when it came to his nonsense that he did not know the truth from, he was beaming with joy. In the end, with Ghost Fairy's arms around his shoulders, he had a sense of familiarity that made him hate it when they saw each other.    

    

After eating, Honest Monk drunkenly took out a piece of silk with only his finger remaining. "Look at this."    

    

Weiqing glanced at the silk, the silk had lines similar to the veins on the leaves, it seemed to have a picture on it, but the silk was too small and was broken, so he could not see anything special about it.    

    

Honest Monk said, "When we first arrived here, we encountered an invasion by the native army and civilians, ultimately we couldn't beat them, so Western Sky, Fengdu, and Heavenly Palace's three families once attacked the deepest part of this forest, in the end, we obtained a box. Inside the box was a palm-sized silk cloth, and on the silk, there was a person."    

    

Weiqing passed the silk over to Lv Futian and asked: "Who is on this silk?"    

    

Honest Monk replied, "I don't know. It's not Shao Emperor anyway."    

    

Weiqing's face sunk, could this be considered to be the typical situation?    

    

The Honest Monk said: "This silk is one of the most important things in this tribe. Our three families lost half of our talents and we thought that the legendary Day-setting Bead was inside, but it turned out not to be. In the end, when the three of us were fighting over this silk, we split it into three pieces. The one in my hands was this one, but a few days ago, I pooped and developed hemorrhoids, so it wasn't easy to wipe my fart with stones. So he tore off a little bit to wipe it off. The rest was all here!    

    

Weiqing did not care about the ridiculous head of the Honest Monk, and sneered: "Why are you showing me this?"    

    

Honest Monk said with a smile: "Could it be that you don't want to know who this silk is?"    

    

Weiqing replied with a question: "Don't you want to?"    

    

The Honest Monk laughed: "This silk is obviously not something that a primitive tribe should have, of course I want to know who the person on this silk is, but the Feng Du and the Heavenly Palace do not like me, but you are different, you represent the Feng Family to scream miserably at the wrestling competition, yet you have a good relationship with Yang Erlang, maybe you have a way to make this silk whole!"    

    

Weiqing chuckled: "So you're saying, you're giving me this silk?"    

    

Honest Monk laughed: "In my eyes, it is just a toilet paper. If you like it, you can take it!"    

    

Weiqing did not decline, and directly kept the piece of silk. He then found an excuse to take a walk after the meal, and directly left the monk camp, and headed towards the east. The Honest Monk said that the Youth Army of the Heavenly Palace was stationed there. Weiqing wanted to ask Yang Erlang about some things. Although Weiqing and Yang Erlang were a little unknown to their enemies now, at least Yang Erlang's words were a little more reasonable.    

    

"I think there's something wrong with this Honest Monk!"    

    

The three of them walked towards the east side of the river as the Ghost Fairy shook his bird nest.    

    

Weiqing scoffed, "Didn't you just say that you wished you could burn yellow paper and become sworn brothers with him?"    

    

Ghost Fairy snorted: "Do you think I'm stupid? From the looks of it, this little bald donkey isn't someone that can be taken lightly. I tried to get close to him just to see if he had any background."    

    

Lv Futian asked: "Looks like you really did figure something out!"    

    

Just by looking at how he's pretending to be stupid, he can only trick people into fighting with me. Even in my dreams, I can trick that idiot Ah Leemu into reaching the Eight-sided Town, and this little bald donkey still wants to spar with me! Let me tell you, this Honest Monk is a ruthless person. I can feel that his divine power has not disappeared, but he's deliberately hiding it! "    

    

Weiqing's expression changed greatly as he said in shock: "How is that possible, the Sub-Divine Power deprives them of all their divine powers, and even the Little Phoenix cannot be spared.    

    

Then, Weiqing changed the topic and blurted out, "Unless he has control of the Fate Wheel!"