"Who is this mother-in-law? What a big mouth? Not afraid of saying big things and flashing her tongue?"

"Let's leave the bag and slap ourselves twenty times, crazy about her?"

"I think she's crazy, talking crazy things. ”

"Tsk, this mother-in-law is really tasteful, if you can be with her for a while, let alone slap twenty times, even if you slap two hundred or two thousand Lao Tzu willingly. Hey, hey—"

"Haha, who would have thought that the Dao Gu of Sanqingguan would be even more seductive than the fairy of the Ethereal Palace. ”

......

As soon as Qinglian Daoren's words fell, the courtyard suddenly exploded.

It was completely impossible to leave the sac alone, and even let them slap themselves twenty times, and those who had never heard of the name of Qinglian Dao all took her words as a joke, thinking that she was crazy and unashamed.

There are even people who are bold and covetous, coveting the beauty of Qinglian Dao people, swearing foul language, and openly flirting.

Zhang Xiaopaw looked embarrassed, and he also felt that Senior Sister Qinglian's request was a bit difficult.

As the saying goes, Taoist priests can be killed but not humiliated, and if you slap yourself in such a shameful thing, these sect disciples will definitely resist to death.

However, the reactions of the Yang God Temple and several other major sects surprised Zhang Xiaopaw. Each of them was silent with their mouths closed, and all of them looked solemn, with fine sweat on their foreheads, as if they were very afraid of the Qinglian Dao people.

didn't give Zhang Xiaopaw time to think about it, and the Qinglian Daoist suddenly moved.

I saw her smiling, like a flower that had just bloomed, delicate and moving, and it didn't seem to affect her mood because of the foul language of a few people.

She stepped forward with her slender jade feet, and her feet were suspended in the air, and suddenly a large green lotus bloomed on the soles of her feet, dragging her delicate jade feet. The willow waist is graceful, and the lotus grows step by step, and falls from the sky.

"Did you say just now that you wanted to be with this Immortal Gu **?" Qinglian Daoist walked straight to a middle-aged man wearing a dark red power suit, who was born strong and burly, and had a rough appearance.

Zhang Xiaopaw remembered that when this person came, he reported the name of the Tiger Wolf Gang.

"Hey, yes- it's me. The rugged man rubbed his hands and laughed repeatedly, his eyes staring straight at the Qinglian Daoist who was walking step by step, and saliva was about to flow out of the corners of his mouth.

Qinglian Daoist walked straight to the rugged man and stopped, Qinglian held her jade feet, so that her feet would not be stained with dust. She was a head shorter than the rough man, so she raised her head to look at the rough man, the smile on her face was still the same, and she asked softly, "Am I beautiful?"

"Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful as a fairy!" the rough man nodded repeatedly.

"Then are you willing to remember only my beauty forever, and never look at other women in this life?" asked Qinglian Daoren again.

"Yes, I do. The rugged man nodded without thinking.

"Then give me your eyes. Qinglian Daoren said in a calm tone, but what she said was not calm at all.

"Good. ”

What people didn't expect was that the rugged man nodded in agreement, and before people were stunned and could react, he suddenly raised his right hand and inserted two fingers into his eyes.

With a pop, his two fingers were inserted into his eye sockets like iron rods, and black and white eyelashes and blood suddenly burst out.

"Ahh

The rugged man suddenly covered his eyes and screamed miserably, as if he had just been confused, and only then woke up.

"Demon girl, you give me back my eyes!" He suddenly pulled out the long knife at his waist and slashed in front of him, but the Qinglian Daoist had already walked away from him, and he almost shook himself down with a single slash.

"Give me your life too. Qinglian Daoist spoke again.

She still had a smile as beautiful as a flower on her face, but in the eyes of a disciple of the sect

But it is no longer good-looking, but has become terrifying.

"Ahh

When the disciples of the sect looked at this scene, they were all so frightened that their scalps were numb and their hairs stood on end.

Just now, the rough man looked at the Qinglian Daoist with his eyes, and accidentally fell into the Qinglian Daoist's charm technique, they can all understand it. But now that the rugged man is obviously awake, he is still carrying out the orders of the Qinglian Daoist, which makes people incomprehensible and feel weird and afraid.

"Stop!" someone couldn't stand it, and rushed forward to grab the knife in the hand of the rough man, trying to stop him from committing suicide. But as soon as he arrived in front of him, the rugged man suddenly swung his knife and slashed at him. He didn't expect this situation at all, he was caught off guard, he was slashed in the chest with a knife, and he was almost disemboweled.

The rugged man slashed the man back, and with a twist of his wrist, he slashed back at his neck, but it was too late to stop it with his left hand.

"Ahh

Qinglian Dao people were unmoved.

"Amitabha!"

Just when the sharp blade was only an inch away from the throat of the rough man, and everyone on the field felt that he was dead or alive, a Buddha horn suddenly sounded, and then a peaceful and compassionate voice came: "God has the virtue of a good life, and the female benefactor must not act in vain to kill!"

The blade came to a halt against the skin of the rough man's throat, dangerous and dangerous.

The rugged man collapsed to the ground with a bang, his crotch was wet, and he was so frightened that he peed his pants.

"Monk, why are you here? Are you here to find me?" Qinglian Daoist turned around and looked in the direction of the courtyard gate, his eyes fell on a bald monk wearing a yellow monk's robe and looking white and clean outside the courtyard gate, and it was difficult to hide his surprise between his words.

"Amitabha!" The monk standing outside the gate heard the question of the Qinglian Daoist, and said the Buddha's name, but did not answer.

He held a Zen staff in one hand and a rosary in the other, his skin was fair, his appearance was medium, and he was about forty years old. A very ordinary great monk, he can't see anything special.

The monk didn't answer, and the Qinglian Daoist was not angry, so he turned around and said to a disciple of the sect: "This immortal aunt is in a good mood today, so I won't worry about you." Leave behind the bag, slap yourself twenty times, and let you go. Otherwise, even if the great monk intercedes, it will not save your life. ”

After hearing the first sentence, the disciples of the sect were overjoyed, thinking that the Qinglian Daoist was going to let them go. But after listening to the second sentence, they realized that they thought too beautifully. After listening to the third sentence, many people were so frightened that their legs trembled.

"Although we were offended first, Zhang Gongzi also said that we did not cause him any harm. Why didn't the Immortal Gu refrain from relenting, and had to humiliate us like this?" said the person from the Flying Immortal Sect.

"Although the Sanqing Sect is strong, but if you offend so many sects at one time, I'm afraid it won't be easy for the Immortal Gu to explain when she goes back, right?" said the person from the Cangkong Sect.

A reed man standing on the wall of the courtyard suddenly spoke: "You claim to be a famous and upright chivalrous person, but you deceive my junior brother and have no one to protect you, and you come to the door to openly extort treasures, bully the weak, and be unreasonable. Now that you think about it, you have to be reasonable, is there such a good thing in the world? If it weren't for my junior brother's hard enough, you would have easily spared him? I'm afraid not. Then why should we forgive you? Just because you are thick-skinned and shameless? As for whether Sanqingguan dares to offend so many sects at one time, you can try. ”

After saying that, he slapped his hands on the prohibition, and the light curtain suddenly bloomed, and the golden energy sword qi quickly condensed, hanging upside down on the light curtain, and the sharp edge was aimed at the sect disciples in the courtyard.

"You only have twenty breaths to go, either walk out alive or stay as flower fertilizer. A reed said in a deep voice.

As soon as the disciples of the sect were targeted by the sword, their hairs rose instantly, and they felt like they were being held against their throats with a sword, their hearts rushed to their throats and their eyes jumped suddenly, and even the masters of several major sects broke out in a cold sweat and beat drums in their hearts.

Obviously, this method of the Yiwei Dao people is not something they can resist.

Smack-

Finally, someone couldn't stand the pressure, dropped the bag, gritted the back molars, opened the bow left and right with both hands, slapped himself twenty times in succession, and then strode away without looking back.

Smack-smack-

Someone took the lead, and his face seemed to be worn away, and he dropped the bag one by one, and then slapped himself, and left as if he had fled after twenty.

In the end, even the people from the Yang God Temple and other major sects obediently obeyed, and left after slapping them.

Can a soldier be killed, but not humiliated?

Nothing at all.

Zhang Xiaopaw found that he thought too highly of these sect disciples.

After everyone was gone, Zhang Xiaopaw hurriedly saluted Yiwei Daoist and Qinglian Daoist, and said, "Thank you senior brother and sister for taking care of you!"

"The little junior brother is polite. A reed man waved his hand and smiled, and took the formation and jumped into the courtyard.

Qinglian Daoist didn't pay attention to Zhang Xiaopaw, she had already run out of the courtyard gate, circled around the big monk standing at the gate of the courtyard, and kept asking if the big monk was coming to her. The words and actions were so intimate that Zhang Xiaopaw was embarrassed to look at it, and he couldn't help but wonder if this senior sister had a special hobby and wanted to seduce other monks.

"The poor monk didn't come to find a female benefactor, the poor monk came to find this Zhang Shaoxia. The great monk didn't know if he was annoyed by the Qinglian Daoist, or he was so teased by the Qinglian Daoist that he couldn't stand it, and after the Qinglian Daoist asked the same question more than a dozen times, he finally replied to her.

"Giggles-" Qinglian Daoist laughed coquettishly when he heard this, and pulled the arm of the great monk and said, "He is my junior brother, and if you look for him, you are looking for me, so you are here to find me, right?"

The great monk took a lot of effort to pull his arm out of the Qinglian Daoist's hand, but he was immediately dragged back by the Qinglian Daoist, and then he pulled it out again, and was dragged back by the Qinglian Daoist - and so on, it seemed that he was never tired of it.

Zhang Xiaopaw looked at the two with interest and felt that the relationship between the two was extraordinary.

"The two of them have been doing this for decades. A reed Taoist said habitually.

"Senior sister likes great monks?" Zhang Xiaopaw couldn't help but ask curiously.

"It's not just a liking, it's an obsession. However, the falling flowers are intentional, and the flowing water is ruthless. The great monk only knows how to ring the bell and recite the Buddha, and he doesn't understand the tenderness of the red dust!

"Hey—" Zhang Xiaopaw sighed. I feel that my senior sister is too difficult, even more difficult than Mrs. Wang, who has been selling baked cakes on the street for decades. At least what Mrs. Wang likes is Wei Guogong, who has normal interests and hobbies, but her senior sister actually likes a monk who sees through the red dust.

It's not a lot of difficulty.

But then he was quite sympathetic to this great monk, he was trembling by a fairy-like woman every day, and he moved his hands and feet from time to time.

The Taoist priest and the monk family, why should they hurt each other?

"Zhang Shaoxia, will you go and ask for the remains of Master Ling?" the great monk asked loudly while standing outside the courtyard gate.

Boom!

As soon as the great monk's voice fell, a violent blow suddenly appeared on the bright head.

I saw that the Qinglian Daoist knocked on the door of the great monk's head several times with his fingers, and scolded him unhappily: "You are big, my master is not dead! If you dare to curse my master again, believe it or not, I will knock your skull?"

Zhang Xiaopu's body trembled violently when he heard this, and he asked in a trembling voice with surprise and joy: "Master, senior sister, you, what did you just say?