"Why are you in a hurry to leave?" Shi Xi'er threw it casually, and a string of white bone wind chimes floated in front of Xie Zhenghong like a ghost, and people also floated in front of Xie Zhenghong like catkins.

The way to leave had been blocked, and Xie Zhenghong's footsteps had to stop.

"The little monk's peach blossom luck is good, first the jade hibiscus, and this Shi Xi'er, they are all beautiful and spicy, and they are very popular with monks." Wen Chunxiang touched his chin with bad intentions, then spread his hands, and said innocently, "But you can only take a look, I can't let you lose your Yuan and Yang bodies so lightly." ”

"Seniors, don't make trouble." Xie Zhenghong silently replied in his mind.

"Could it be that the concubine's body is really so ugly, does it make Daoist friends unwilling to say a word to me?" Shi Xi'er sighed softly, and her tears seemed to be overflowing in the next moment, as if she was facing some kind of negative person.

Xie Zhenghong was a little stupid and couldn't react. If Shi Xi'er wants to fight with him, it's just that, there's nothing that can't be done. But people are watching you cry now, and they don't fight you, Xie Zhenghong doesn't make a move, and he doesn't go away, so he doesn't know what to do.

Wen Chunxiang sighed secretly, and secretly sighed that the little monk was still too naïve, and such a little means would not work. So he cleared his throat and kindly mentioned, "Come, little monk, this seat will say a word, and you will say a word." ”

Xie Zhenghong suddenly remembered what Wen Chunxiang had said when the Yuhuan Gate Conference was held that day, and subconsciously lifted his breath and closed his stomach, and found Wen Chunxiang's words and read them out.

"The stone girl is more delicate than the flowers, and the tears of the beauties also have a unique style." Wen Chunxiang said with emotion.

Xie Zhenghong read it dryly, almost knotting his tongue.

"The stone girl is more delicate than flowers, forehead, beauty tears, also, also has a unique style."

Wen Chunxiang wanted to pinch Xie Zhenghong a few times, "Tone, tone, can you bring some feelings?" ”

“…… What does it mean to be emotional? Xie Zhenghong asked shamelessly.

Wen Chunxiang felt defeated.

Why would he be talking to a monk about these things?

"Forget it, what does this say, you just need to keep your tongue out of knots. By the way, you take out the fan that this seat gave you to practice before. The materials are too poor, and the ones that come out of it are also a superb magic weapon, so you can open it and fan it with a smile on your face. Remember, don't look into Shi Xi'er's eyes! ”

Xie Zhenghong honestly took out the things and did them one by one according to Wen Chunxiang's words.

The seniors seem to be familiar with this kind of thing, so there should be nothing wrong with listening to him.

But......

Xie Zhenghong frowned slightly.

When the matter is over, it is still necessary to persuade the seniors well, if the monk is too obsessed with these external objects, it will be difficult to go far. Although the demon cultivator does not need to act without scruples, he cannot put his mind on these things.

"Daoyou is really good at talking." Shi Xi'er burst into tears and laughed, and when she raised her eyes, she saw Xie Zhenghong smiling and shaking her fan, looking really unparalleled, and even she, who prefers women, couldn't help but be moved. If the other party is really good, it is nothing to add another man to his "Hundred Flowers Palace", it just so happens that the men in the Hundred Flowers Palace are a little less than the women.

"Where?" Xie Zhenghong continued to parrot his tongue, "The monks don't speak, and what the poor monks say is from the bottom of their hearts." ”

"Fellow Daoists, do you really want to become a monk?" Shi Xi'er's eyes widened slightly, covered her mouth and smiled, "That's a pity." ”

"Compared with a beauty like Daoyou, it is not a pity that I am a monk." As soon as Xie Zhenghong spoke, he sighed obediently.

When Shi Xi'er heard this, she blurted out, "What are you talking about?!" ”

"If the girl didn't fall into the dust, why bother to be so strict?" Wen Chunxiang was half lying on the bed, his face was unfathomable, "The poor monk is quite familiar with the technique of face-to-face, and the face of the Taoist friend is clearly the appearance of taking too much supplement, and the follow-up is weak." If you don't fall into the dust, why do you stand in front of the poor monks? Although the Dharma is profound, there is nothing to be done about this friend's face. ”

Wen Chunxiang didn't need to look to know what kind of face Shi Xi'er was now, and couldn't help laughing, and continued to teach, "The poor monk only has the word 'abstinence' to give to Taoist friends!" ”

After Xie Zhenghong finished speaking, he couldn't help but bow his head and think carefully about the exact meaning of these words.

Quit sex or something, it seems that the predecessors still understand.

However, in Shi Xi'er's eyes, this act is not a kind act.

Many monks paid attention to the movements of these two people, and after listening to Xie Zhenghong's words, they couldn't help laughing.

"Hahahaha, Shi Xi'er, you also have today."

"Xie Daoyou's words are really penetrating, and I am subdued!"

"The monks don't speak, and what Xie Daoyou said is naturally the truth. Shi Xi'er, your Baihua Palace is nondescript, so let those beauties leave early, so as not to be ashamed! ”

"Shut up!" Shi Xi'er's towering chest shook angrily, and she couldn't wait to tear Xie Zhenghong's mouth.

"Xie Daoyou is really sharp-toothed." Shi Xi'er barely calmed down and said, "Then the concubine will let Xie Daoyou try the feeling of replenishment!" ”

After speaking, Shi Xi'er snapped his fingers, and the floating white bone wind chimes instantly became huge, which made it clear that the bells of the wind chimes were not made of hitting each other, but the sound of strings of white bone skulls gnawing at each other.

Shi Xi'er grabbed a head in one hand and rubbed it on the side of his face, as if he enjoyed the feeling of the white bones rubbing against his own skin, "Fellow Daoist, look, my white bones and skulls are all the fate of my disobedient beauty who wants to escape." It just so happens that my white bone wind chime is still one short of meeting the number of ninety-nine, so it is better to ask Daoist friends for a favor. ”

Xie Zhenghong shook his head, "Amitabha." ”

"Good baby, go ahead." Shi Xi'er pointed at Xie Zhenghong from afar, and the heads on the white bone wind chimes instantly dispersed, opened their big mouths and bit towards Xie Zhenghong!

Xie Zhenghong opened the fan with a "brush", and the fan seemed to exude some kind of peculiar light. Xie Zhenghong lightly fanned those heads with a fan, and a semicircular wind came out of the fan and whistled towards those heads

"Ah——!h As if they had been seriously injured, the heads let out an extremely ugly roar.

Shi Xi'er quickly made a seal in his hand, controlling the actions of those heads, "Three demons and seven ancestors, there is no one in ten thousand laws, all white ghosts obey orders, go!" ”

With Shi Xi'er's order, those heads staggered and continued to rush towards Xie Zhenghong.

Xie Zhenghong put the fan away and moved it to a certain head, and a swastika Buddha light appeared in his palm, and he was about to shoot it at the head.

Shi Xi'er showed a smile, and the next moment, the skull became shattered, and a poisonous fire erupted out of thin air.

Immediately after, several more heads also became shattered, and the poisonous fire surrounded Xie Zhenghong.

"Let them burn." Wen Chunxiang smiled, "You should believe more in your magic robe." ”

When Xie Zhenghong heard this, he no longer defended, but opened the fan again, and fanned the poisonous fire without the slightest scruples.

"Do you dare to touch the poisonous fire of the concubine's body?" Shi Xi'er sneered, and as soon as her fingers moved, the poisonous fire flew towards the fan and Xie Zhenghong together.

"That's Shi Xi'er's white bone poisonous fire, you can't touch it!" Shen Potian suddenly heard the rumors of his senior brother Chen Dingan, and subconsciously looked at Xie Zhenghong.

Shi Xi'er looked incredulous.

"How...... How can it be? ”

The poisonous fire was obviously attached to Xie Zhenghong's body, but Xie Zhenghong struggled and shook it off, and with a "beep" sound, it disappeared in a blink of an eye.

"Shi Daoyou, it's time for the poor monk next." Xie Zhenghong didn't like Shi Xi'er's set of white bone wind chimes, these heads were the same size, and I don't know how many monks they had killed to refine them?

Xie Zhenghong threw the fan, folded his hands, and began to silently recite the Sutra of the Past Life.

The fan morphed in the air and turned into a long scroll.

Shen Potian suddenly felt a little uncomfortable, and couldn't help but look up.

And Sansi also seemed to sense something, and looked towards the scroll, and after a while, he saw the contents of the scroll clearly.

There is nothing peculiar about the scroll, and it is not the scroll itself that makes people feel terrifying, but the words on the scroll.

Those are the sixteen words that every Buddhist monk knows, and they are written by a demon venerable's sub-body with the cultivation of the incarnation period:

Do no evil,

All good deeds,

self-purification,

It's Buddhism.