The passers-by around frowned.

After all, if you just look at you one more time and want to gouge out your eyes and apologize, then will everyone present have to gouge out their own eyes?

But because this woman is really born surprisingly beautiful, not only is her appearance not the appearance of the Central Plains, but her dress is not the dress of the Central Plains people's skirts and thick clothes, at this time the early summer is not very hot, she is bare two arms as smooth as silk, the upper body is only wrapped in a dark blue bandeau, the lower body is a flowing gauze long skirt, and the slender thighs like chopsticks loom over.

Let those ignorant and old-fashioned defenders can't help but cry out about bad customs, but they always can't help but look at them more.

After all, who wouldn't want to watch it if it's so good-looking.

See a double destination step that wants to dig yourself.

The tall old monk quietly stretched out his right hand to cover the eyes of the little monk behind him, held a tin staff in his left hand, and pronounced a Buddha horn, and the old man said: "The Buddhist scriptures have clouds, color is emptiness, and emptiness is color." ”

"No matter how beautiful the female benefactor is, she is just a pink skeleton, and what does it have to do with the six impurities."

The little monk behind him is clever and cute, he is really interested in the exotic woman in front of him, and wants to bypass the monk's hand to see the appearance of the female benefactor in front of him, but the old monk's hand always stops at an inch in front of the little monk's eyes, letting the little monk toss and turn, as if the monkey can't get out of the palm of the Buddha.

The woman from the Western Regions giggled and said, "Great monk, you are so boring, your little monk wants to see it, just let the family take a look at it." ”

Saying this, she took a step forward and grabbed the old monk's wrist that blocked the little monk's eyes.

She grabbed it with one hand with her bare white arms, but the next moment, she instantly withdrew her hand as if she had caught a red-hot charcoal fire, and her face was discolored: "King Kong is not bad? ”

The old monk sighed, rolled up his sleeves, and saw seven or eight silver needles on the sleeves of the earthy yellow robe.

But if it's a thin needle, the most surprising thing is that the needle looks sharp and hard, but when it is pierced on the monk's wrist, it is not even punctured by a little oily skin, and it is all twisted and crooked, as if it is just some straw pine needles.

"The cold silver needle of the Western Regions Demon Gate." The old monk's sleeves flicked, and those silver needles fell to the ground: "The girl is really good at heeling." ”

"Dare to ask the name of the female benefactor?"

Defeated, the woman in the Western Regions was frightened, after all, the other party's martial arts were far beyond her imagination, but she laughed instead: "Little woman Ningxia, dare to ask the big monk to ask my name, do you want to propose to this girl?" ”

"No, no, no." The old monk said calmly: "It's just that the female donor is too murderous, and I plan to send the female donor back to Shaolin Temple to retreat for ten years to sharpen my heart." ”

As soon as these words came out, the color of Ningxia finally changed.

If you really enter the Shaolin Temple and be locked up for ten years, when you come out, won't you be a waste of youth.

"The old monk has a big breath." Ningxia smiled: "Can you hold me?" ”

"Of course it's going to try." The old monk said, and at the same time picked up the little monk next to him and put him on his back, the little monk suddenly hugged the old monk tightly like an octopus, and at the same time, the old monk took a step forward and grabbed Ningxia's shoulder.

Ning Xia grinned, took a step forward, and was sending his chest to the old monk, the old monk was stunned, and the figure that was already in the air suddenly sank and fell steadily to the ground: "You female donor, you don't want to be faceless." ”

Ningxia pulled his face and embarrassed the other party: "If you take people, you will take people, but you will attack the vital parts of the woman, you are really a fake monk, a flower monk." ”

Saying this, Ning Xia put his hand in his arms, grabbed a handful of silver needles and lit them up in front of the old monk: "Didn't you say that I was too murderous?" ”

She looked around, because it was a rare beauty from the Western Regions who made it difficult for a pair of monks on the street, and this was the downtown of Los Angeles, so there were many people around to watch the excitement.

"My cold silver needle, you know, great monk, if you dare to come up, I will sprinkle it at the crowd."

"No matter how high your martial arts are, can you stop the passers-by behind me?"

"At that time, you arrested me, but they were poisoned and died, dare to ask the great monk, this is considered a murder you made?"

"Or is it the murder I made, this girl?"

Ningxia used the official dialect of the Central Plains, speaking crisp and loud, originally these passers-by just watched a lively, but they didn't expect that in a blink of an eye, they were tied to the chariot by Ningxia, and they couldn't sit still, everyone did not retreat, but began to count the monks with the number of people.

"You monk, just peek at other girls, and want to send them to Shaolin Temple for you prostitute monks to have fun? When the Buddha saw it, wouldn't he be ashamed to commit suicide? ”

"It's your business to catch the demon girl of the Western Regions, but if the demon girl of the Western Regions hurts us because of this, it is not your great sin, the great monk."

"It's your business to slay demons, but don't hurt us pond fish."

“……”

For a while, everyone was talking in a mess, and Ningxia was smiling proudly, like a fox who had stolen a hen.

"Great monk, my martial arts are not as good as yours, but I just came to meet your kung fu, your kung fu is too handsome, I won't accompany you."

With that, she raised the silver needles in her hand, turned and twisted her waist towards the crowd.

However, because she was too beautiful and had a good voice, the crowd did not separate the way for her.

After all, such a delicate beauty, who would like to go.

Ningxia couldn't help sighing: "Great monk, if they don't let me go, I'll offend you." ”

As she spoke, she flicked her wrist and sprinkled a cloud of powder forward, turning into a light green mist.

The big monk stood in place, the little monk hugged his shoulders, and the two of them remained motionless.

"Don't worry, big monk, I'm not so murderous, these are just things that make people sneeze and shed tears, thank you for the great monk's mercy and let me, a demon girl, live."

The great monk put one hand in front of him and sang the Buddha horn: "I hope the girl will not let me meet in a clean place next time." ”

"Not necessarily." The voice of Ningxia was heard in the distance, but this gorgeous girl from the Western Regions had disappeared into the sea of people.

It's such an eye-catching dress.

The old monk sighed, put the little monk down, and the two of them continued to walk forward.

The little monk asked curiously, "Master, is this the kind of Rakshasa demon girl you are talking about?" ”

Rakshasas, Buddhist demons, all eat human flesh, among which the men are ugly and the women are beautiful.

The old monk shook his head: "This is a ghost in the world, not a Buddhist Rakshasa . ”

Saying this, he pulled the little monk, separated the crowd, and walked forward step by step.