"Let me guess?" Chuiyizi's wings flapped as his eyes rolled around. He seemed excited to have a chance to speak, and his excitement overwhelmed his fear.
After a brief moment of thought, he launched into a rapid-fire barrage: "Judging by the way you look, less than sixty years have passed outside, though it's probably been several decades. Uh, yet after only several decades, you already give me an unfathomable feeling, seeming even more frightening than the Demon Kings and Demon Gods I usually associate with? What fortuitous encounter did you have? What benefits did you gain?"
"Did you accidentally fall off a cliff and enter the secret realm behind Shaolin? It's said to be the Pure Land of the ancient Great Arhat Ananda, and it contains Buddha's Palm. Hey, how many stances of Buddha's Palm have you learned? Nian Hua Smile? Only I Am Supreme? Four Great Emptiness?"
The more Chuiyizi spoke, the more wildly his thoughts spread, and the more unstoppable his flow of words became. Meng Qi kept listening quietly, his smile seemingly unchanged, but inwardly he really wanted to slap himself across the face. He knew this fellow's habits, yet had still given him a chance to chatter. He had truly brought this calamity upon himself. If his socks and Daoist robe had not both been manifested from Dao Power, he would have taken them off and stuffed them into Chuiyizi's mouth again!
His irritating voice echoed through the darkness, where a spring bubbled and gurgled. After Chuiyizi's thoughts wandered and he had woven an entire long story for himself, he finally returned to the subject: "Do you think I talk to everyone I meet? Back then at Shaolin, I recognized a hero with my discerning eyes and saw that you were destined to be extraordinary, so