In summer, it is easy to take off clothes.

The guard Ma Li untied the sand of the great monk, revealing the half of the monk's heart chest and fat arms, holding a new dagger that was a specialty of Zhao Zhuang, looking left and right, pondering how to use the knife.

The great monk couldn't control his trembling in horror, relying on the experience of seeing big scenes and the belief that Zhao Zhuang would not dare to kill a high monk casually, he barely held on, and finally didn't urinate ** paralyzed on the ground like ugly.

The new dagger was indeed sharp, and the blade only lightly touched the arm of the great monk, and it cut a bloody hole. Blood poured out.

The great monk screamed in surprise, but his arm was grabbed by the guard, and the wound was aimed at the wooden basin. The other two guards held up the great monk to prevent him from moving.

"The master's Buddha blood is so precious, what a pity it was wasted when it was spilled on the ground." The guard flicked the dagger, and the remaining blood on it disappeared. Sure enough, it's a bloodless sword.

The guard was happy, and it would be inconvenient to express his excitement, so he kindly reminded the great monk again: "If you want to complete the blood sacrifice, the amount of blood must be enough. The master must not be careless and let the blood out of the basin, otherwise although the master has cultivated to a high level, he is not afraid of bloodlessness, and he does not care about compassion, but after all, he has lost in vain. We looked at it and regretted it. ”

The great monk couldn't struggle, seeing more and more blood in the big basin at his feet, he was frightened and lost blood, his face was as pale as a dead man, and when he heard the guard's words, he couldn't help but hate and curse: "It's Lao Tzu who is losing blood." Have a hairy relationship with you? Sorry for your mother. Lose your mother in vain. Cultivation is high, not afraid of bloodlessness? You, do you really dare to let me bleed to death? ”

But blood has the ability to clot and heal itself. Looking at the frightening-looking wound, it was actually not deep, and it was coagulated by blood under the automatic contraction of the muscles.

The guard smiled, and while skillfully bandaging the great monk, he said to himself: "Master, you see this is good." My craft is not blowing. The master of my family ordered the amount of blood, and I didn't need the second knife to use it. Never a little more waste, never a little bit of underuse. The next time you need to, just say hello. I don't take a penny. It is my honor to serve the master."

Finally sure you don't have to die. The great monk breathed a sigh of relief, and didn't care about the guard's words.

He is well nourished and well maintained, although the blood loss is not small, but in the normal blood donation of more than 200CC, no major event, he can still be alive after peace of mind, and then he remembered his identity and hurriedly busied with the image of the monk.

I can't lose blood and lose my reputation. If you have a breath, you have to put it down.

Even Zhao Yue couldn't help but admire his dedication and professionalism. It seems more challenging to be a bad guy than a good guy. hehe

Zhang Yihui secretly looked at her son, and then thanked and apologized with a moving face: "The master is really compassionate and immeasurable, and he is an elite believer of my Buddha. Yi Hui admired. Let the master be frightened. ”

The great monk gritted his teeth with hatred in his heart, but he was grabbed by the handle, and now he is helpless, and it is difficult to retaliate in the future, after all, Cangzhao's compassion and loyalty are like a storm sweeping the world, majestic, prestige, with other local monks and celebrities and Cangzhao compared to fame and discourse, it is completely abused, and it may also go against the official family's intention to promote those positive spirits, commit a big taboo, and fight hard power is even more scum, and can only pretend to be merciful and generous and polite. Then you have to watch how your blood is used to ward off evil spirits.

Zhang Yihui began to practice, his expression was extremely solemn, although he did not wear a sword, but he also stepped on the gang, and compared and recited the "mantra", which was nothing more than a voice that no one could hear clearly to thank God for giving San Lang to my family, Cangzhao generation is honest and kind, please God bless my family for a safe life. I Zhang's Yihui is not talented but has a great wish, this life will be high the banner of justice, justice and compassion, do my best, help my husband and children, relatives and friends to save the crisis, the world Zhang Yihui hereby vows, please God to verify and bless.

When it was finished, he ordered the blood to be smeared on the middle part of the beam of the house, and then to erect it.

But people are disappointed that the beams still can't be erected.

The great monk was about to take the opportunity to turn over and taunt, but Zhang Yihui's face changed, and he glared at him angrily and shouted: "How can the blood of the holy monk and Buddha not work? It turns out that you, the monk, are a fake monk. Seeing that you are so fat and white, you must be greedy for money, greedy for appetite, stealing food, and even not taboo meat behind your back, so it doesn't count, there are many things that violate the precepts and violate the spirit of my Buddha, great monk, say, have you? ”

The audience burst into discussions, and there was a strong sense of being deceived and humiliated, and they were immediately full of emotion and anger.

"Being in the Buddha Gate, claiming to be a high-ranking monk, presiding over a temple, and daring to do something blasphemous to the gods and Buddhas, he should be killed."

"Yes, the six roots are not pure, deceived my heart, and scraped him alive."

No matter how big the great monk is, he can't match the appeal of the Zhao family in Zhaozhuang, let alone give the Zhao family the favor they can give. So he was doomed to be a loser on someone's home field.

What's worse is that today is Zhao Yue's birthday, and there are still outsiders present to watch the excitement. Foreigners from all over the world who have close interests with the Zhao family. Who do you say they will be directed towards?

Therefore, the great monk chose the wrong time.

The time and place are favorable, and the same is not occupied. The great monk also banged, but it was in his head.

He understands that since people dare to do this to him, a high monk, they are completely prepared, and this one will kill him, and lightly expose his true face, so as to completely stink him, so that no matter how cunning he is, no matter how cunning he is, he can deceive the world and steal his name, and he will not want to break free from the shackles of destruction on his neck to regain his reputation and counterattack and turn over. Unless he is really a god and Buddha with boundless power.

Finished.

There were only these two words left in the great monk's mind, and the matter of a thousand taels of silver had long been left behind, and in his desperation, he heard everyone shouting and shouting to kill, and he was at a loss for what to do, and was dragged by the loyal Dharma Protector Monk like a wandering spirit and ran to the east gate of the castle (this is the closest to the east gate), ran out of the long and strange east gate, bypassed the strange castle, ran to the stone bridge, ran to

And when he came, the Zhao family arranged a special luxury carriage to pick him up.

Hexi is vast and a large area is the Cui family's land, and you can't see the end at a glance. The Cui family's tenant farmers' broken grass houses are scattered in the fields. Most of these people are poor and have a wheelbarrow at home. The cattle belong to the Cui family, and the carriage is the Cui family. If you want to borrow a horse-drawn cart or an ox cart, you can't borrow it until the autumn harvest season, and there is no one in this nearby area. Now going back, the two monks can only rely on 11 roads

"Old lady, madam, I have exposed the face of a fake monk, but this beam still can't go up."

What can the old lady and Zhang Yihui do, they have to look at the magical little Saburo.

Zhao Yue saw that the outsiders were gone, so he rolled his eyes and said, "The wall is fine, it must be Liang's business." Uh-huh, by the way, isn't the center of gravity of this beam wrong? ”

"Oops, that means that Liang looks very good, but the actual whole is crooked, and the tree can't be stable."

waved his little hand impatiently, "This beam is not good, won't it be replaced?" Smart and alive, not brainless. ”

Turning around and holding the hand of the little bean sprouts, he shouted: "Use your brains more, you can always solve it, and you won't be involved in gods and ghosts." I cleaned all the blood away, and it was disgusting to see. ”

With the speed of his palm, he didn't go far before he heard a sudden cheer behind him.

The grandmother, mother, and the guards who accompanied the little grandson to snail the legs turned around to look at the beams that were firmly erected on the roof, and after looking at each other, their eyes were weird, and they wanted to laugh very much, so the supreme chief Mrs. Ning took the lead, ahhaha-

There's a law that says laughter is contagious. So the entire Zhao Zhuang was gradually enveloped in all kinds of laughter, startled by the birds chirping in response.

When I got home, I hadn't sat down yet.

"Report to the old lady, madam, there is a land fairy-like Taoist chief outside the village, and the brother guarding the city gate told him that the time for the village meeting has passed, and he will not let him in, but he will not leave, and must see the master, saying that there is something important to tell him, and he seems to be very capable, and it is not easy to resist. Let the Lord decide. ”

A monk has gone, and a fairy Taoist priest has come?

Is it over, and doesn't let people sleep comfortably in the afternoon?

Zhao Yue was most annoyed by this kind of hard visit to the entertainment household, and couldn't help muttering hatefully.