"Listen to the old man's words, the monk just now would rather wash his feet with pure water than give you to drink, he wants to die of thirst, and the poison of his heart can be seen!"

The old abbot continued to bewitch the crowd.

The disciples of Shaolin were all like enchanted and shouted loudly together: "What the abbot said is right, what the abbot said is right!" ”

Zuo Lengchan nodded vigorously, and also mobilized his disciples, shouting in unison.

"I, Tang Sanzang, say the same, anyone who does something to Shaolin and Songshan will be rewarded with a glass of pure water!"

Tang Seng said confidently.

People die for money, birds die for food, I don't believe that no one is moved!

Syllable!

At this moment, a clear slap was heard.

A young disciple of Wudang Sect, taking advantage of the old abbot's inattention, sneaked up to him and slapped him hard!

The sound is crisp and uplifting!

"Well done, come and get the reward!"

Tang Seng was very happy, nodded with satisfaction, and asked casually, "What's your name?" ”

"My name is Zhang Wuji, and my mother was forced to death by the Shaolin abbot!"

"Do it well, the rivers and lakes will be yours in the future!"

Tang Seng stroked his little head with a little deep meaning.

Goo-dong, goo-dong!

"It's delicious, the water is so sweet!"

Zhang Wuji held the water cup and was very happy.

"Little deflated calf!"

The old abbot was slapped in the face, his face was hot and painful, and he rushed over angrily, wanting to kill Zhang Wuji.

"What do you want to do, you can't even let go of a child at an age, what kind of face do you have to be the abbot Shaolin?"

A group of people from the Wudang faction, of course, did not agree, and blocked in front of Zhang Wuji one after another.

"Is there anyone who is thirsty, as long as Shaolin and Songshan are killed, they can come and get water to drink!"

Tang Seng continued to provoke.

"Kill!"

In an instant, the shouting of killing shook the sky.

Wudang, Emei, Kongtong faction, etc., unite to attack Shaolin and Songshan faction!

"Don't be provoked, we should ......"

Before Zuo Lengchan finished speaking, the raindrops of fists and flying feet fell, hitting him with a lot of urine.

No matter how high the kung fu is, I am afraid of too many people. 、

Moreover, the people who came this time were all the top figures of each sect, and they were very strong together.

After a while, most of Zuo Lengchan's Songshan faction was wiped out, and those who did not die cried on the ground and called their mothers, which was very pitiful.

The Shaolin faction was no better, especially the old abbot, whose face was swollen.

The six cylinders of the big bald head were cut off with a knife, engraved with a small Wang Ba, and lay quietly on the scalp.

"Hmph, just a person like you can be an abbot, it can be seen what kind of bird the disciples below are, no wonder Master Tang Sanzang is unwilling to be with you, shameless!"

Bang bang bang......

The fists and feet are added together, like wind and rain.

"I was wrong, I don't dare anymore!"

The old abbot knelt on the ground, holding his head, and pleaded bitterly.

"This is your pure water!"

Tang Seng took out many cups and distributed them to them.

"Monk, give me more drinks, one cup is not enjoyable at all!"

There is humanity.

"However, it is normal for you to teach Shaolin and Songshan a lesson together and give you water to drink equally!"

Tang Seng explained.

Boom!

The guy came to the abbot and kicked him in the nose, and immediately the blood flowed.

"Look, I'm more productive than everyone else!"

The guy smirked.

"Uh......"

Tang Seng was dumbfounded, and immediately rewarded a second cup of pure water.

When the others saw it, they followed suit, and the abbot and Zuo Lengchan were completely affected, it didn't matter if the nose was bleeding, and the teeth were smashed, it was too miserable.

"I want to avenge my mother!"

Zhang Wuji didn't know when an extra knife came out of his hand, and slashed at the neck of the dying abbot, and the other party suddenly lost his breath.

Zuo Lengchan's fate was like this, and he soon hung up.

Subsequently, the others opened their doors to the disciples of Shaolin and Songshan, preparing to slaughter them all!

"Grandpa Sanzang, please, let us live, we will never target you again in the future!"

The men knelt on the ground and slapped themselves and snapped as punishment.

"That's it, you have repented, I hope to be a good person in the future, don't follow the wrong master!"

"Yes, yes!"

The remaining disciples nodded frantically, like chickens pecking rice.

Even so, there are still many people who do not drink pure water!

The population base is too large, and Tang Seng can't take care of it, after all, the production speed of pure water is limited.

Thorn, stab......

Several murderous disciples of other sects used knives to unload eight pieces of the abbot and Zuo Lengchan's corpses.

took the initiative to come to Tang Seng's side to ask for credit: "Senior monk, for the sake of our hard work, please give us a glass of water to drink!" ”

"Okay......"

Tang Seng was speechless, and warned them not to harm the corpse again.

For those who want to drink water, there are all kinds of ways, and Tang Seng is an eye-opener.

"Senior monk, I'll help pinch your shoulders and travel a long way to break through, you must be tired!"

Someone is clever.

"Okay, a glass of water!"

Tang Seng nodded happily.

"I'll pinch your feet, there are many acupuncture points in the center of your feet, which can relieve fatigue!"

"Come on, enjoy a glass of water!"

Tang Seng should not be too comfortable, close his eyes slightly, and enjoy.

"Tang Seng, if you abuse people like this, you will be punished!"

Guanyin's heart is too kind.

"Hehe, if you're jealous, just say it, do you want someone to pinch it for you?"

Tang Seng joked.

"I'm coming!"

"And me!"

……

In an instant, more than a dozen men stood beside Guanyin and Yang Chan, ready to get started.

"Whoever dares to touch these two women, I will let them die!"

Tang Seng's voice was not loud, and when he heard it in people's ears, he felt that the temperature around him had dropped by more than ten degrees.

Those people scattered in an instant, and they didn't dare to squeak anymore.

Just pinching the feet and knocking on the back, there are very few people needed, and many people who want to drink water have hollowed out their minds to please Tang Seng happy.

"Monk, you are the most handsome and charming man I have ever seen...... The most attractive man! ”

"I love to hear this, enjoy a glass of water!"

"Monk, the first time I saw you, I was attracted by your angular facial features and deep eyes, I want to give you a warm quilt!"

A female disciple of the Emei faction said with a smile.

"Rub, this kind of thing can be said, it seems that you have made a lot of courage, come here, enjoy a glass of water!"

Tang Seng nodded happily.

Someone kept taking pure water from Tang Seng.

At this time, there were still some people, they were too embarrassed to come, so they could only sit not far away and watch quietly, enduring thirst.

The colored dog and the green bull spirit sat quietly, and no one spoke.

"Are you thirsty?"

The colored dog took the initiative to ask.

"Not thirsty!"

Qingniu said silently.

"Qingniu, if you don't think about yourself, you should also think about our children in the womb, and there must be no problems!"

Color looked anxious and stared at the belly of the green cow.

At this moment, Qingniu thought that he couldn't be sorry for Laojun, and he couldn't abuse himself for the sake of this child.

"I'm a little thirsty, but I can hold on!"

Qingniu admitted.

"I'll go find Tang Seng to borrow some clean water!"

The colored dog stood up.

"Don't go, we're mortal enemies with him, we won't give it!"

Qingniu stopped and shook his head.

"How do you know if you don't try, the child is my courage to live, you are all I have!"

The colored dog smiled with relief and walked towards Tang Seng.

“……”

Looking at Ah Cai's back as he turned away, Qingniu was actually a little moved, with mixed tastes, a sour nose, and an urge to cry.

(End of chapter)