The old monk turned his head with an ugly face, and saw a child who looked like a junior high school student standing there, looking at this side and talking.

"Don't talk, let's go!" his mother next to him quickly pulled him away.

After all, the people who came to Jiutai Mountain were not all the believers whose brains had been washed on the ground, this mother was the most ordinary person, who didn't want to cause trouble and avoided it.

But the words of the junior high school had already come out, and they slapped the old monk's face, snapping.

The people on the ground also looked at the old monk inexplicably, as if their faith had been shaken.

The old monk was calm, but he couldn't say the previous words, and wanted to calm down for a moment and regain his strength.

But how could Xu Qingmo give the old monk this opportunity, he strode forward, came to the old monk's side, and stretched out his hand to fight.

The old monk had already made a move before, and now there was no need to pretend to be a master, so he raised his hand to block Xu Qingmo's fist.

The force of the shock was transmitted back from his fist, and Xu Qingmo felt that the strength of this old monk was not low, at least he was also a second-rate master, his own strength had been greatly reduced, and in fact, he couldn't get too many old monks.

However, the old monk has been on Jiutai Mountain, rarely does anything with people, and his hands and feet are rusty!

After three punches and two kicks, Xu Qingmo had already beaten the old monk to his knees on the ground, and he stood tall and tall.

Xu Qingmo has been fighting on the mercenary battlefield since he was a child, even if he has no martial arts, his lethality is extremely strong, although his skills are now similar to the old monk, but in terms of combat effectiveness, he threw the old monk ten streets.

The old monk half-knelt on the ground, with a compassionate lineup, like a suffering Arhat, which made the people on the ground more respectful.

Xu Qingmo pressed his hand on the old monk's shoulder, and the murderous aura surged, like a monstrous wave, sweeping the heavens and the earth.

The old monk's face changed, although he had felt it before and had experience, but he still couldn't bear it, his face changed wildly, and his original compassionate face was instantly distorted, which was very fierce, making people look frightened and trembling.

"You demon!" someone on the ground pointed at Xu Qingmo and shouted.

"My Buddha!" someone cried.

In the eyes of everyone, Xu Qingmo is like a fierce demon, bullying the old monk, but the old monk is more kind.

The old monk held on desperately, because he knew that as long as Xu Qingmo didn't kill him, the more he suffered, the higher his image in the hearts of the people would be. 、

The so-called suffering Avalokiteshvara Bodhisattva is this truth.

The black phoenix stood beside Xu Qingmo, her hand and Xu Qingmo were cuffed together, seeing this scene, she was also a little unbearable, although she knew that the old monk was not a good thing, but this kind of scene, no matter how you look at it, you will feel that Xu Qingmo is a villain.

"Forget it, leave him alone, let's go up. Dark Phoenix advised.

Xu Qingmo shook his head, did not agree, reached out his hand, reached into the old monk's arms, and then pulled out a long string of things.

Red, black, white, and fabrics of various colors suddenly flew out of the old monk's arms, and then flew into the sky, scattering on the people lying on the ground.

When the old monk saw this scene, his face suddenly changed, and he wanted to struggle to get up, but how could Xu Qingmo agree, holding him down and not letting him move.

"This ...... Are they stockings?" said one of the civilians, picking up something on his body.

Not only stockings, but also women's bras and nene!

Xu Qingmo pulled it out of the old monk's arms, and it was all women's underwear.

The people looked at the clothes around them, and their faces were very good-looking.

In the arms of a monk, he actually carried the underwear of these women!

"Isn't this your stocking?" a man said, clutching his stockings, turning his head to the woman beside him.

The woman's face was embarrassed, and she hesitated: "No, it's not mine, it's not mine, didn't I tell you, my stockings were lost when I stayed in the mountain hotel." ”

"Smack!"

The man slapped the woman in the face: "Still quibbling, I tore the hole in this stocking for you, how could I not know it?

The man with the cuckold came to his senses and was no longer superstitious about religion, pointing at the woman and scolding.

The woman didn't speak, but turned her head to look at the old monk.

"This is yours?" another man said to his wife with a small nene, "Okay, you, you told me that you accidentally got dirty and threw it away, how did you throw it into this monk's arms?"

"Isn't that what I gave you last month?"

"It's so familiar, this boobs ......"

Many men began to exclaim, and they were surprised to find that these clothes actually had their own women's.

All the men are angry, although they believe in Buddhism, they are not stupid, they are green, what Buddha and what Taoism, all are.

The women looked embarrassed and looked at the old monk.

When the old monk saw that this was already the case, he suddenly folded his hands, and Amitabha Buddha said a word, and then said solemnly: "The poor monks are participating in the Buddha of Joy, and they do not want to defile the wives of the benefactors, but just pray for them, and participate in the Sutras of Joy with me, which can bring them good luck." ”

All the men had strange faces.

"It was these female donors who took the initiative to ask me for Buddha's favor, I can only replace my Buddha, suffer, show grace to society, even if I am spurned, I am willing. The old monk said, looking compassionate and compassionate, as if he had played with someone else's wife, but he was suffering as if he was sinned.

"Go to Nima, next door!" a man jumped up, his underwear still on the old monk's face, just hanging on his ear.

"You think I'm a fool?"

"Give back the favor, **paralysis!"

The men have risen up one after another, and they can come all the way to Jiutai Mountain to worship the Buddha, they are naturally not the kind of foolish people who have no knowledge and no culture, and they will naturally not believe the nonsense of the Buddha's grace.

Xu Qingmo let go of the hand that pressed the old monk, grabbed the black phoenix and retreated, watching countless angry men pounce on and fight with the old monk.

The old monk resisted a few times at first, but he was soon overwhelmed by the crowd, he knew martial arts again, and he was also a mortal in the flesh, and when he encountered these men who wanted to fight hard with him, he could only struggle uselessly.

used to be a high-ranking monk admired by everyone, but at this time he became a lewd monk that everyone shouted and beaten.

Xu Qingmo and Black Phoenix stood behind and looked at it for a few moments, then turned around and went up the mountain.

"You already knew?" said Dark Phoenix.

Although Xu Qingmo did it at the beginning, it was useless to suppress the old monk until the end, but it helped the old monk to establish a miserable image in the hearts of the people, and it was not until he pulled out the dirt that he turned the tables in one fell swoop and tore apart the hypocritical face of the old monk.

Xu Qingmo smiled and didn't speak, but he also acquiesced.

At the beginning of the fight, when he looked at the old monk, Xu Qingmo smelled an unusual smell, it happened that Xu Qingmo was also among the thousands of flowers when he was abroad, and he quickly guessed what the smell came out of the old monk's arms, and when he got closer, he confirmed it.

At the beginning, Xu Qingmo didn't think about subduing the old monk by force, the image of the old monk in the hearts of those people was not down, even if he beat the old monk half to death, it was useless.

Only by toppling the image of the old monk from the hearts of the people is the most fatal blow.

It just so happens that the old monk also deserves it, he is indecent, even if he messes with those women, eighty percent of them are also voluntary by those women, the key is that he has a habit of collecting women's underwear, and he still carries it with him all the time, which made Xu Qingmo catch the flaw and tear his face directly.

In fact, if the old monk really cleans himself, preaches the scriptures and recites the Buddha all day long, and then comes to deceive everyone, even if it is Xu Qingmo, it is impossible to bring down his image in a short time, but he himself shows his flaws, and Xu Qingmo sees the opportunity to seize it.

This shows how terrible those brainwashed religions are.

Buddhism does have merits, otherwise it would not be widely spread, but there are advantages and disadvantages to everything, and it is the royal way to absorb the essence and make up for oneself.

"How do you know that? smell it? You're a dog's nose?" said Dark Phoenix, still in amazement.

Xu Qingmo grinned, turned his head to look at the black phoenix and said, "I can smell what color your underwear is, believe it or not?"

The black phoenix was stunned for a moment, looking at Xu Qingmo and not knowing what to say.

"Black!" Xu Qingmo said.

The black phoenix immediately raised her left hand to cover her chest, and looked at Xu Qingmo in surprise, she was indeed wearing black today.

When Xu Qingmo saw the appearance of the black phoenix, he immediately laughed and strode forward.

The black phoenix was pulled by Xu Qingmo and sprinted in small steps, twisting and twisting behind him, very puzzled in his heart, even if Xu Qingmo is a dog's nose, he can only taste the smell, how can he even know the color?

After running a few more steps, the black phoenix suddenly realized, what smelled, before on the plane, his hand was put in, and he didn't know what color.

This guy is just teasing himself!

Thinking of this, the black phoenix raised his fist and smashed it at Xu Qingmo.

Xu Qingmo didn't look back, stretched out his hand, and grabbed the black phoenix's fist.

The black phoenix only felt that her fist was hot, as if it had been burned, and quickly pulled it away, lowered her head and became honest, a trace of sweetness spread in her heart......

Xu Qingmo and the black phoenix continued to move forward, and finally encountered no more obstacles along the way, until they came to the top of Jiutai Mountain, in front of Dongming Temple.

Dongming Temple was originally just a very ordinary and very small temple, but in recent years, because of the popularity of tourism, the temple has expanded a lot, so it still looks new, and the most rustic Zen flavor has completely disappeared.

At the center of all the buildings is the original Dongming Temple.

Xu Qingmo and the black phoenix came to the innermost, only to see that at the gate of Dongming Temple, a cold-faced young man stood with a long stick in his hand, like a poplar tree.

"The eighth seat of the Pavilion of Mercy, Long Stick Lang!" The cold-faced young man saw Xu Qingmo, reported his name, and then waved a wooden stick and pointed directly at Xu Qingmo, "If you dare to hurt the Buddha, you will die!"

Xu Qingmo smiled, not wanting to waste time, with his left hand, he came to her waist with the right hand of the black phoenix, and then hugged the black phoenix with all his strength.

"Ah!" In the midst of the black phoenix's exclamation, Xu Qingmo rose from the ground and rushed towards the long stick.

Xu Qingmo didn't want to waste time here anymore with a little minion.

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