A hundred miles outside the city of Chuzhou, a path of at most two people stretches out from the forest. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The woods were not dense, and there was a faint glint of tooth-white color, and after a while a man came out of the woods, but it turned out to be an ascetic with white teeth.

There were a dozen patches on the ivory-white robe, large and small, in all colors, but most of them had been washed to the same extent as the robe. The monk carried a bamboo back box, which seemed not to be light, and the bamboo box squeaked with the monk's movement, and the strap made of straw was already very smooth, and the part connected to the bamboo box was even more polished to the point of shining brightly.

The peculiar monk's robe and the squeaking and squeaking shiny bamboo box may have been so eye-catching that the monk's originally upright and gentle appearance and strange slender figure were ignored. At least the horse thieves who suddenly rushed out to get more New Year's goods before the year only saw the box.

Thirty-seven horse thieves, or should I say the elite of horse thieves. The fifteen people at the core of these thirty-seven people are the descendants of the infantry of the previous dynasty, all of them have a good style, although the riding skills are acquired, but because of the physical fitness has become quite good. The other 22 people are also very human, all of them are ruthless characters with murders on their backs. Thirty-seven people were in partnership ten years ago, and more than 100 lives died at the hands of these people ten years ago.

The government has no interest in this kind of horse thief who is very well-behaved and does not provoke them, and it is not better to be greedy for a few taels of silver if they have the time to suppress the bandits?

So instead of being wanted by the government, this group of horse thieves even brazenly passed through the nearby city several times. The expansion of self-confidence and the ability to hone in the past ten years have made this group of horse thieves more and more arrogant at the same time, of course, they still kept the bottom line of the government and did not touch it, but in the past year, more than 30 goods worth 1,000 taels of silver or simply real money have been robbed.

Seeing that the New Year is approaching, the horse thief, who plans to join the rebel army next year, decides to finally do a few happy businesses and have a good year.

Horse thieves don't dislike being poor, and ant legs are also meat. It was these thirty-seven horse thieves who were pouring out of the nest to surround the monk who was not walking very fast in the shortest time, and then without saying a word, he reached out and dragged the bamboo box.

The monk who was holding the Buddha ritual in one hand subconsciously turned around to avoid it, and the horse thief who stretched out his hand used a lot of strength, and this failure almost shook him off the horse, causing the other horse thieves to laugh unscrupulously.

The horse thief's face was red, and he was about to draw his knife in anger, just at this time, the monk put his hands together and said "Amitabha" out.

"Ah, my Buddha is compassionate, compassionate. A horse thief with a large golden sheath ring knife at his waist raised his palm to learn from the monk's tone, and stretched out his foot to kick the horse thief away from the hilt.

"I'm the head of these people, I wonder if this master is planning to enlighten us with the Dharma?" The horse thief, who claimed to be the leader of the horse thief, pulled the reins, and the tall horse under the seat stood a foot in front of the monk, still much taller than the monk. This obvious joke didn't hold back the smile at all, so it caused the horse thieves around to laugh, and even the horse thief who was kicked away forgot about his shame just now, and laughed along.

The monk didn't take the words of the horse thief leader seriously, his naturally compassionate face was raised, and his eyes as clear as a spring stared straight at the face of the horse thief leader, which made the thief's heart tremble for no reason, and he actually blocked the laughter behind him back into his stomach.

"This benefactor, the poor monk has a question, I don't know if to ask?" The monk spoke again, and the horse thief leader realized that the monk's speech was extremely steady, so steady that every word was clear and abnormal.

Subconsciously tugged on the reins, and the tall horse immediately took two small steps back. Others couldn't see that the leader of the horse thieves was deliberately retreating, but he himself understood that he was completely troubled by the monk's staring.

What is the origin of this bald donkey? The leader of the horse thieves was strange in his heart, but he still had to pretend to have the momentum he should have: "Don't drag the text to Lao Tzu, let it go if there is a fart, this king is approved." ”

The monk's expression remained unchanged, and he still did not react at all to the momentum of this horse thief leader who was constantly trying to show his domineering and murderous spirit, and still spoke at the same speed and tone: "Five days ago, the poor monk met a woman riding a horse, the horse was a yellow horse, the woman was wearing a blue cotton skirt, and there was a small mole under her left eye. ”

"Woman?" the leader of the horse thieves felt that he had retreated to a safe distance, and when he heard the word "woman", he put aside the strange feeling that the monk had just brought him.

After touching the not too long beard on the horse for a while, the horse thief leader suddenly smashed his left fist into his right palm and laughed: "I see, it's that little girl's skin! Huang Bi, who stole Lao Tzu's treasure, is still alive?

"The woman was seriously injured, and her body was so badly ruined that if she hadn't met the poor monk, she was afraid that she would have lost her life. I wonder where the wound came from, I wonder if the donor had ruined the woman's body?" the monk still spoke in the same very steady way, still ignoring the question of the horse thief leader.

"Our boss asks you! Stinky monk, don't be embarrassed!" A horse thief pulled out the scimitar at his waist and slashed it in the air a few times, intending to scare this stupid monk who didn't know what to do.

The leader of the horse thieves looked at the monk and turned his gaze to the little brother who wielded the knife, only to feel that the other party seemed to be afraid, so he was a little more confident in his chest. He touched his chin and smiled: "The injuries are all tossed by that little girl's skin." Great monk, don't you know how fine and tender the skin of that little lady is, especially that little face, that little tear mole, oops, at that time, Lao Tzu was crispy when he saw the bones! I killed her and the whole family only let her go, just to let her be our wife! The woman who didn't kill me and my brothers had to throw it to the kiln for some silver coins, but this woman is good, I have already said that I will let her serve us, and let her go. As a result, this little girlie actually took advantage of Lao Tzu's surveillance to gradually loosen up, stole the horse and ran away! Isn't this the revenge of the general?

The monk listened to all the words in his ears, his face and eyes remained the same, and he still maintained a posture and said: "If you want to marry, you will marry, why do you kill her whole family?

"Yo, great monk, are you still an expert? Don't you see, why have you also enjoyed the little lady's skin with fine skin and tender meat? You must know that she was still a chick when she came to me, you have to thank us for our training, right?" The more the horse thief leader spoke, the more arrogant and arrogant he became, and he had completely ignored the calm monk in front of him.

The monk originally leaned forward a little with the bamboo box on his back, but at this time he slowly stood up straight, unloaded the bamboo box on the ground, and then continued to fold his palms to look at the horse thief leader, and said leisurely: "My Buddha is merciful, and King Kong is angry." ”