"Gollum ......" Listening to this voice, Tang Ming's heart secretly said that it was not good, this low, heavy masculine voice, Tang Ming was very familiar, wasn't it the short man among the eighteen arhats who had just beaten him last night!

Secretly swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and then Tang Ming hurriedly received the map into his spatial ring, thinking about quickly slipping away.

However, this firewood house is only such a big place, and there is not even a window. Even if you want to slip away, where can you slip away?

Just as Tang Ming was jumping up and down in the room, a pair of golden palms slapped on the door panel of the firewood room. The door panel was pushed open, and then the eighteen golden shadows at the door almost blinded Tang Ming's dog eyes under the moonlight.

"Hey, that little monk, you don't sleep in the middle of the night, what are you doing here?" The arhat at the front squinted his eyes and yelled at Tang Ming, but he didn't see Tang Ming's face clearly, and he could only vaguely see one of Tang Ming's heads.

Jin Ren took two steps forward, and when he saw Tang Ming's face clearly, his face immediately changed, and then he said disdainfully: "Hey, why are you again, I said that you are a little monk, why can't you learn something good, you have eaten closed your mouth for a month." Still don't understand a thing?"

"Ah, Ah!" Tang Ming opened his mouth, looking like he wanted to cry without tears.

The short golden man turned his head to the group of golden men behind him and said, "Old look, let's do it!"

Tang Ming hurriedly pointed to his nose and pointed to the ground, which meant to say it again, please let it go.

But how could those bald donkeys see Tang Ming's spiritual gesture clearly, and immediately rushed up and pressed Tang Ming to the ground with a blasting hammer.

"I don't think you're honest enough to make something happen to us, so we can't sleep well and hammer you to death!"

The more the eighteen big men fought, the more ferocious they became, Tang Ming was pressed to the ground like this, and it was uncomfortable to even stand still, feeling the swollen face that kept falling on him like a storm of fists and feet, as if he had eaten two buns, puffed up, and cursed himself in his heart, "Brother, I must find an opportunity to steal all the things in your bullshit two Zen temples, and let this group of golden-bodied idiots all get out and be called Hanako." ”

After being beaten for another half an hour, the eighteen arhats vented all the evil breath in their hearts on Tang Ming's body, and walked out of the door of the room with a shake of his hand.

Especially the thin man, when he left, he didn't forget to leave a sentence: "Don't go out in the middle of the night in the future, learn something good and know no." ”

Tang Ming struggled to get up from the stabbing wound, spit out a mouthful of hay in his mouth very embarrassed, leaned on the thatch pile in embarrassment, inhaled deeply, and cursed in his heart, "When I have a little strength, I must beat these perverted bald asses into idiots!"

That's what he said, but Tang Ming knew that it wasn't right now

When he fell, he quickly got up and ran through the haystack without destroying the Shura.

"Huh?" This operation will not destroy Shura, Tang Ming's eyes suddenly widened.

I don't know if this doesn't work, the group of arhats who beat themselves are all wrapped with the light of merit wrapped around their wrists, this is not the light of merit mixed with impurities of Yun Shanshan, but the light of merit that really transcends others and wraps around their bodies.

And now this kind of light is wrapped around the fists of this group of bald donkeys, and it hits Tang Ming's body, if it is ordinary, this style of play will leave the light of merit in the opponent's body, and it has the effect of enhancing the pain for a long time.

But Tang Ming has an immortal Shura, even if he is in the slightest aura, he can capture it, let alone this kind of light of merit that spreads all over his body?

He hurriedly put the immortal Shura in his body for a circle, and when the immortal Shura returned to Tang Ming's dantian with the aura, the light of merit had all turned into the purest aura, fused on the yin and yang gossip outside the dantian.

Compared to ordinary aura, the light of merit is really much purer and too strong.

The aura contained in the clan is really more than ten times that of the aura floating in the ordinary air.

Tang Ming even felt that if his cultivation reached a certain bottleneck in the future, if he couldn't find cultivation resources, he would simply find these eighteen golden-bodied bald donkeys and beat him up again, and then he would be able to upgrade if he didn't do well.

Sighing, even Tang Ming himself spit on his own thoughts, then just don't work hard, just squat at the door of the room of these eighteen bald donkeys and be beaten in the future.

Standing up from the firewood room, Tang Ming moved his muscles and bones, and then walked out of the firewood room, letting the warm sunlight shine on his body, obviously he had just been beaten by the eighteen Arhats last night, but when he stood up this morning, he didn't have anything to do.

On the contrary, his body was stained with a sour smell peculiar to the firewood house.

Frowning without frowning, he muttered to himself in his heart, "I'm afraid I'm going to take a shower again when I go back." Anyway, when I get back to the damn wine cellar, the old monk won't come up with any strange tricks to fix me. ”

With a little apprehension, Tang Ming touched the outside of the wine cellar. I'm going to see if today, Uncle Seven's treatment methods are too life-threatening, so I just hide it and wait for Uncle Seven to forget this stubble and reappear.

Who knows, Tang Ming had just returned to the outside of the wine cellar when he heard a noisy conversation coming from the wine cellar.

"Biping, what about your little junior brother, call it out quickly. The voice was a little dull and solemn, but it was not vicissitudes, and it sounded like a young man in his twenties.

Tang Ming frowned, "Looking for me?"

He doesn't have any friends in the two Zen temples, and the only thing that can be counted is probably Biping, at most, Biping's little uncle Bitong, this person himself has no impression.

"The junior brother may have gone out to box, and now he is not in the wine cellar

Middle. ”

Quietly wrapping the black qi of the immortal Shura around his body, while hiding his breath, Tang Ming poked his head out of the corner, and really saw six or seven young people wearing Baise monk robes blocking the side of the aisle, in front of him was the little monk Biping, and his little senior brother Bitong.

The seven white-clothed monks are all shrouded in a faint golden light, which should be the light of morality, even if it is still not as surging as the light of morality of the eighteen Arhats, but it also has the meaning of adding some merit.

At this time, the seven white-clothed monks were all holding long sticks. I guess it's some special organization of monks in the temple.

"Biping, the blood lingzhi is the brainchild of the third uncle, you don't know, even if the abbot is picking the elixir in the big medicine garden, then you have to discuss it with the third uncle, you picked the elixir without saying a word, we just came to ask you for medicinal materials, such an act is already very polite to you. What are you talking to me about here, junior brother, in front of you, do you think that the medicine monk who guards our medicine garden has become a farmer?"

A string of aura suddenly spread out on the ground, and if it weren't for the golden runes shining on the ground, I'm afraid that this stick alone would have smashed the floor tiles into a deep pit.

Tang Ming narrowed his eyes, it was the first time he had seen a monk use a weapon until he had been sad for so long, but judging from the color of the iron rod, it was completely an ordinary iron rod, and the forging technique was extremely rough, not even a spirit soldier.

"But this blood lingzhi, our seventh courtyard also has a quota of one plant every month, and last month's quota was obviously not received, but this month it was only received, which is not a violation. Biping pursed his mouth, and he was very dissatisfied and said angrily.

"Sophistry, if they are all like you, then isn't the third garden where I manage the Great Medicine Garden out of order?"

......

"That's it, since you can't hand over the bloody Lingzhi, then come with me to see the third uncle. The white-clothed monk who took the lead shook his head, and then he was about to start tugging at Biping's arm.

The little senior brother hurriedly stood in front of Bi Ping's body and protected Bi Ping behind his body, "Hey, wait a minute, Senior Brother Yunye, if you go to the third uncle, where you can't afford to keep it, you will have to clean the medicine garden for a month, and after a month, the sad martial arts conference will begin, Bi Ping is registered, if the time comes to delay the practice, and if you play a set of confusion in the competition, I'm afraid it's definitely not a good thing for the two Zen temples." ”

"What? you want to threaten me?" Yun Ye's face changed, and Bi Tong's words were obviously much sharper than the honest Bi Ping.

He had to absolutely suppress Bitong in momentum from the start.

"How dare you, Senior Brother Yunye, I'm just making a one-sided statement, after all, compared to a small blood lingzhi, the martial arts conference is obviously more important, isn't it?" Bitong spoke extremely slippery, as if as long as Biping was won now, the subsequent martial arts conference would be the responsibility of the monks of their three academies

Allow.

"Sophistry, I took you today, if Senior Brother Biping really loses in the martial arts conference in the future, then can the abbot still blame our three courts?"

As he spoke, the iron rod in his hand was wrapped in the golden light of morality, and the iron rod that was very inconspicuous just now turned into a golden rod full of Buddha light in the blink of an eye.

To be honest, it is indeed a little more luxurious, but as the angry King Kong in the temple, it is a little less hot.

"Senior Brother Biping, please give me a trip......!"

The iron rod slammed into the ground with a loud sound, and then the golden iron rod rushed towards Biping's hands.

Sou......

After hearing an astonishing sound of breaking wind, Tang Ming's body appeared in front of Biping, his arm flashing with black thunder blocking the golden stick that was about to fall.

Even though there was a black thunderbolt wrapped around Tang Ming's arm, Tang Ming's body was still hit and took a few steps backwards.

"Little junior brother!" Bi Ping shouted.

Tang Ming waved his backhand. Then Zhun turned over, glared at Yun Ye, pointed to his mouth, and patted his stomach again.

That means very obviously, the blood lingzhi you are looking for has been eaten by me!

(End of chapter)

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