Oh, greedy sheep, eat it. Yexi raised his hand to wipe the tears from the corners of his eyes: "This didn't lie to you, I ordered the Lord to kill it, to raise the evil, although the greedy sheep is big, it still entered my belly." However, the guy also had a heart when he died, and the flesh was poisonous, so he didn't find it for a while, but it didn't take long to get rid of it. In short, the guy is too dead to die anymore. ”

After saying that, he was hit on the head.

Willing to withdraw his hand, he taught: "If you are so careless, you will suffer a loss." ”

Speaking of lessons, his eyes are full of smiles and satisfaction, and he is a little proud of his children?

Yexi rubbed his head and smiled: "It's the first time I eat it, I'm inexperienced, I'll pay attention to it later." ”

She laughed and laughed: "Then you are not a monk." ”

Yexi straightened his face: "Sometimes there is a Buddha in my heart." ”

"Kill the Buddha." Shede shook his head: "Or enter my door?" ”

Frightened, Yexi waved his hand again and again: "No, no, no, no, I am a monk, and my masters have to pick my skin." ”

Mu Yun may not be able to do it, the red line will definitely pick her skin, bamboo... It's not as simple as a layer of skin.

"Alas, it's a pity, then you ask your senior brother named Xiao Baobao, is he willing?"

It seems that Master Shede has already figured out their details in detail.

"I don't want to, my senior brother doesn't want to."

"Then ask Rong Gongzi who came with Ming Chan, he is also quite suitable for monkhood."

“... He can't, either. ”

Reluctantly said: "Yes, he is still in deep love and reluctant to come out." ”

Nightbrook sideways, Master, do you know too much?

"Alas, whoever likes you doesn't like you."

“... Like me - I'm not bad. ”

"Doomed to nothing."

“...”

Yexi thought of a question and put his face in front of Shede: "You show me, Ming Chan has to say that men don't know that I am a woman when they look at me, you can show me, there are so many buried people." ”

She smiled and smiled: "It's his nonsense, see how blessed we are tomorrow night, I like it when I see it, don't talk about others." ”

Raise your hand: "You say yes." ”

A group of monks nodded one after another, this one said that she was blessed, that one said that she was festive, this one said that her forehead was full, and that one said that the mountain roots were straight.

Night Creek: ... Did she ask the wrong person?

But he still turned around and showed off to Ming Chan: "You monk failed, they all said that I was good-looking and liked me." ”

Ming Chan: "..."

So naïve, I don't want to go with you.

Wugui and the others are speechless, and they are liked by a group of monks, are they very proud?

People from the Buddhist sect kept coming, and finally sneaked in again, and the black wall formed by blood resentment was no longer as calm as last time, and countless swirling patterns squirmed on it.

Fortunately, the immortals and demons still had faces, and they didn't directly push the Buddha Gate forward, they all shot to attract blood resentment bats, killed them with their divine sense, and after destroying a layer of walls, the Buddha horn sounded, and everyone retreated.

Buddhism is really willing, there is a thin old monk carrying a tube of thick brush forward, the brush is as thick as an adult's small arm, the front of the pen head is round and full, rich and dripping, dipped in the merit, or, this head is simply merit, the pen is also?

Yexi was distressed for his hiss.

"Such a—a monk is really not something that ordinary people can do."

I thought that I had enough to regard merit as usual, but it was not to the extent of being a loser who used merit as ink.

Brush brush, the old monk moved, stood a meter outside the gate, rose up, waved a big pen, bright gold Sanskrit from the tip of the pen, became huge, printed on the wall.

Countless screams burst out, black gas filled the air, and on the wall that was smashed down by Sanskrit, the bloody bats converged into sharp claws and grabbed the old monk.

The old monk was unfazed and continued to sway, and a Sanskrit word after a Sanskrit word was printed on the wall.

The sound of the Buddha was suddenly loud, the Buddha's light pierced the heavens and the earth, and the blood resentment bat was forced back by the Buddha's light released by the many monks behind the old monk, screaming miserably, but struggling to rush out, regardless of the destruction and melting of the body.

But none of them could only approach the old monk.

Swallowing the sky: "That Zen master has so much merit." ”

Flying, thin cheeks, and hands, the skin is faintly golden.

Merit body shaping?

Swallowing the sky: "This person is amazing, and whoever is up to him can't please him." ”

stared at the three of them in the sky of Yexi: "Don't go up." ”

Three: We're like bad people.

The Buddha gate is really powerful, the Buddha's light is shining, the Buddha's voice is lingering, and a large amount of merit is smashed down, smashed for a day and a night, and the high-level immortals and demons who are smashing the onlookers are red-eyed, and only then did they melt the wall into a hole.

Woo, so much merit is gone, so distressed.

I can't help but feel terrible, so much merit has only burned a hole, and about two-thirds of it.

Do you want to continue?

I can't bear it.

Buddhism was also reluctant, and the thin old monk kept writing like a perpetual motion machine, and suddenly retreated and muttered a few words to his own people.

Then someone went over and said to the immortals and demons, you can get the rest yourself.

Immortals and demons are not happy and can't do it, people Buddhism said, this is the first level of the entrance, who guarantees that there is no place behind the Buddha Gate that needs more action?

Only a fool will run out of hole cards.

And the immortals and demons don't have the face to ask for Buddhism, and other people's Buddhism is here to eliminate evil, and the benefits are not only to contribute, but to make people to death?

Shoot and shoot, everyone shoots together.

Fortunately, there is a new force, Shenxiu.

Paper Man.

This is Yexi's first impression when she sees Shenxiu, one by one like a small sapling growing in a valley that does not see sunlight all year round, thin and fragile.

"Did you say before that divine cultivation seems to be a problem with the exercises, and once you cultivate your body, it won't be good?" Yexi asked to swallow the sky.

Swallowing the sky: "Well, the first person who researched the path of divine cultivation was an individual waste. ”

Yexi: "He didn't mean it, he was crippled, so let more people be crippled with him?" ”

It's an exaggeration to say that they are crippled, but really, are there muscles on the skeleton of these people's heads under their clothes?

It looks so weak, but it's sharp.

Oh, you don't have to make a move, people just stand there, silently looking at the wall, and see the wall crackling down and falling into powder.

Although it is not as fast and completely ruined as merit, it is definitely faster and cleaner than that of immortals and demons.

Group chats.

Xiao Baobao: 'Somehow, I don't want to eat. ’

Kongkong: 'There is no flesh in the body, and the heart is not good.' ’

Yexi: 'Your brain should be bigger than others, but—isn't it strong?' ’

Numerous:... Who's got a strong brain.

In short, the three of them had no appetite.

Ming Chanrong Wushuang was pulled into the group for the first time, and he was also drunk when he saw such a conversation.

Just listen to the night stream and say again.

"The facts are seriously inconsistent with expectations, it's good that Xiao Er is here, he will definitely be able to process the divine cultivation into the appearance we love to eat." ’

After all, I looked forward to it, and if I didn't eat it, I felt sorry for myself.

Ming Chan sighed: "There are a number of divine cultivators who come, and half of them are conspicuous. ’

Xiao Baobao: "What's the matter, when the big guys are in, it's normal to die." ’

Is it hard to fish in troubled waters or something?

Ming Chan was angry, his eyes swept towards the group of cultivators in the wide robes, looked at it for a long time, and designated one: 'That, there is a red mole under his eye, you can eat him.' ’

After speaking, I was annoyed in my heart, Buddha, the disciple has fallen, and the disciple is guilty.

Everyone looked over and found the man, only to see a pale and beautiful young man, with a delicate side profile, long and curly eyelashes, and a bright red tear mole under the corner of his eye, drop-shaped, seductive.

Suddenly, the man looked over here, everyone saw his face clearly, slightly surprised, this person is really good-looking, clear and charming, eyebrows and eyes with a few traces of evil energy, tears and moles are bright red, especially seductive.

The man frowned slightly, and when he saw the three girls clearly, he threw a flirtatious glance and turned back.

That's it!