Chapter 422

He chewed a big steamed bread, drank porridge, and squinted up and down at the three enchanting and romantic women among several men and women. It can be seen from his eyes that the three women are not perfect. Not only that, they have a romantic charm on the corners of their eyes and eyebrows. It seems that they have also practiced some skills related to him.

However, in his opinion, the methods of the three women are too shallow. The highest level of double cultivation is the external Buddha and the internal devil. No matter how evil and domineering the essence of the skill, if the skin is solemn, it will reach the real highest level!

"Three little coquettish foxes, but it's good to heal!" He licked his lips and muttered in a low voice, "I'm a teacher and you're an apprentice."

The blood madman chewed the big rotten head and gently touched his elbow: "master, just like our teachers and disciples now, killing chickens is a problem. Where is the strength to catch people?"

After pondering for a moment, he and the blood madman turned their heads and looked at don't beg at the same time.

Don't beg to carry the storage bag and pour out a small pile of inferior spirit stones from it. He counted them in detail, and sure enough, they were a hundred inferior spirit stones. However, the size of the spirit stone is too small. It can be regarded as a low-grade spirit stone in quality, but have you ever seen a low-grade spirit stone the size of a jujube core?

The standard inferior spirit stone is the size, volume and weight of an adult's fist. There are certain norms for the inner aura. This is the inferior spirit stone. These 100 inferior spirit stones the size of jujube pit add up to about one standard?

This storage bag is supposed to be worth some money, but have you ever seen a storage bag the size of an actual fist and the space in it is only the size of a head? What can this storage bag hold? Take it to the market and sell it. This storage bag is probably worth 35 or 52 silver?

With a dry smile, don't beg. Carefully twist up a inferior spirit stone with your thumb and index finger, He smiled at the men and women and said, "how many... Taoist friends... Senior... Fairy, is this a low-grade spirit stone? Wow, what a fine low-grade spirit stone! I'm greedy wolf. I've seen such a finely polished low-grade spirit stone for the first time in my life! It can be inlaid on the ring to make gemstones!"

Don't beg is very damaging. Several men and women are stupid and don't recognize the irony in his words. The man who had just thrown out the storage bag put his hands on his back proudly and said in a cold voice, "there are a lot of one hundred inferior spiritual stones. Of course, it is impossible to have one more. We have surrounded the nearby land 300 miles long and wide with the ANN Chengman family to build a summer garden. This valley belongs to us!"

After weighing the 100 inferior spirit stones, don't beg, grab the plastered head and chew two, then turn your eyes and shout loudly, "old monk Zang Xin, someone is robbing your territory! People use 100 inferior spirit stones to rob the Zang Xin Buddhist temple!"

"Fuck his grandmother, who dares to move our hidden heart Zen temple?" There was a loud roar like thunder, the footsteps of a position shaking the mountain stamped loudly, and the ground trembled slightly. The fat monk in the kitchen stared with wide eyes, angrily swung a straw cutter and rushed out of the mountain gate.

Panting, he stood at the gate of the mountain. The fat monk roared angrily: "monk Qitian, the Dharma protector of the Tibetan heart Buddhist temple, is here. Who dares to be presumptuous?"

The silver bell like laughter came from the mouths of three women. Among them, the woman in the green dress pointed at her and whispered with a smile: "what a strong monk, I don't know if it's useless in the head of the silver wax gun?" With one finger of Kung Fu, monk Qitian's belt suddenly broke inch by inch, and his pants fell to his feet. Then his monk's robe suddenly split more than a dozen gaps. The breeze blew and the monk's robe fell. Monk Qitian exposed his silver white skin and stood motionless.

The three women laughed loudly, and the other four men laughed together. They smiled forward and backward. They were not satisfied. The young man who threw the don't beg storage bag narrowed a pair of bitch eyes, tilted his mouth and smiled at the green skirt woman: "my little sister's magic power has improved again. My big brother didn't see how you did it!"

The other three men were busy flattering the green skirt girl and blowing her magic for a long time.

Don't beg and look at each other. Don't beg put the 100 inferior spirit stones into the storage bag around his waist. The finely polished inferior spirit stone is really a rare thing. Monks of similar status can't tear off their skin to deceive people with this kind of thing. And the Ann City mans look at their way of doing things. Isn't it a family of misers?

In front of the seven men and women, in addition to the man leading the team and the girl in green skirt, they have just condensed the golden pill, and others are still wandering in the congenital realm. The cloud light they stepped on when they came was the cloud head transformed by magic tools, not the real cloud condensed by their own strength. This finger of the girl in green dress, in the view of don't beg for peace, it's just like this. It's no fuss.

Monk Qitian looked down at his fat belly, suddenly screamed, dropped his executioner, turned and ran away. However, his pants tied his feet. As soon as he turned and took a step, he hit the ground heavily. The meat waves all over Qitian monk's body violently rolled and shook. The gate of the hidden heart Buddhist temple, Ho la la, shook. The miscellaneous wooden plaque on the gate shook, and suddenly fell off from the gate with a large amount of dust, which was hitting the back of Qitian monk's head.

, er, er, "Qitian monk vomited and fainted.

Don't beg and look at each other again. With a blood madman, they carefully retreated to the statue of Dharma protector King Kong on the left of the mountain gate, holding a rotten head in one hand, a atherosclerotic bowl in the other, and filling their stomachs with food.

He said in a low voice, "when the trouble is ahead, this king can only rely on these worldly things to replenish his strength. Every day he absorbs the essence of the sun and the moon to heal and return to the air."

Don't beg. He stretched out his neck and swallowed a mouthful of plastered head. He looked white and scolded in a low voice: "don't want to eat free food with me. I was almost beaten to death by someone, and my accomplishments don't exist. Tut, it's hard to deal with the ANN Chengman family. These monks must be driven away. Your teachers and disciples will live and die by themselves!"

Don't beg. Don't tell him that he has 18 demon puppets at the level of magic fairy. Don't tell him that his dragon change Sutra has been cultivated to the level of 36 changes of Tianlong. His physical strength is enough to fight against ordinary celestial immortals. Don't tell him that there are 10000 Longbo people in his spirit cultivation ring who are almost breaking through the realm of Yuanying.

Since these things will not tell him, don't beg and certainly won't tell him that there are a lot of panacea in his black dragon ring. Er, why should I tell you these things? Unless he vows not to beg, why help him?

"My Buddha is merciful, good, good. Several benefactors, did you come to my hidden heart Buddhist temple to rejoice?"

A Buddha horn sounded, and the heart guarding little monk walked out of the Buddhist temple with a big rotten head in his left hand and a atherosclerotic bowl in his right hand. He was surprised to see the monk Qitian who was knocked unconscious by the wooden plaque, and his face immediately sank. Put the atherosclerotic bowl and sour head Haosheng on the threshold. "The little monk went to monk Qitian, reached out his hand and grabbed the miscellaneous wooden plaque. A cloud rose at his feet, held him to the lintel and hung the plaque upright.

Put away the cloud light and fell to the ground. The heart guarding little monk walked down the stone steps in front of the mountain gate and saluted the men and women of the man family together and said, "is it true what greedy Taoist friends just said? Did you forcibly seize the foundation of our Zen academy?"

The footsteps sounded in the back. The old monk cangxin came out with a big rotten head and several fat hounds behind him. The old monk looked at the naked and unconscious Qitian monk lying on the ground. He sighed faintly: "when meditating these days, he was always frightened. He only knew that there was a disaster coming. I didn't expect it to be such a big thing."

Staring at the little monk guarding his heart, the old monk muttered, "these benefactors are not pilgrims who come to rejoice, but villains who come to tear down the house!"

Don't beg took out a fine inferior spiritual stone from the storage bag and lost it in his hand. He smiled and said, "old monk, this is the 100 inferior spiritual stones they gave. We need to dismantle the Zen temple to cover the summer garden!"

Taking a deep breath, the old monk Zang Xin looked at the seven men and women and said in a deep voice: "several little benefactors, I have the land deed signed with the Lord of an City in those years. The valley within a radius of ten miles is the private property of the Zang Xin Buddhist temple. The old monk has built this Buddhist temple and has been repairing it for more than 700 years. Every grass and tree is planted by the old monk himself..."

The green skirt girl smiled strangely, twisted the snake's waist and said proudly, "who listens to your wordy old bald donkey? Old monk, how many years have you not been out of the mountain? The current city owner of he'an city is our ancestor Sanle immortal, and all the previous land deeds are invalid!"

After pointing at don't beg, the girl proudly held her head up and said, "it's more than enough to buy your valley with a hundred pieces of inferior spirit stones. You bald donkeys have a big head and don't have enough heart. That's asking for hardship!"

Don't beg. He took out a handful of 100 exquisite inferior spirit stones and showed them to the old monk cangxin.

The old monk was stunned. He folded his hands and recited the Buddha's horn. He asked in a low voice, "dare you ask the former city master Jing'an, how is he now?"

The young man who led the team raised his head proudly, stepped forward and sneered: "the old bald donkey naturally burst his brain and died on the spot. The old bald donkey still has a cup of tea time. If we don't move away, don't blame us for being ruthless!"

Don't beg, put the spirit stone back into the storage bag, chew a bad head, and look back at the old monk cangxin.

The old monk's face changed slightly. He sighed: "master Jing'an, I've lost my nest. Wait, what a cruel means!"

Put the sour head in his hand on the steps behind him. The old monk swaggered forward a few steps. He said in a deep voice: "so, don't blame the old monk for subduing demons and eradicating your evil obstacles today!"

A lion roar came out of the old monk's mouth. The skinny old monk suddenly emitted a large amount of golden light under his skin. He clenched his fist and punched the proud young man in the chest.

Among the seven men and women, the other three men and two women were shocked by the lion's roar, their eyes turned white, howled and flew out tens of feet away, vomited blood and fainted to the ground.

The young man and the woman in green exclaimed, and a pink sword light came out of their mouth.