At that moment, the sound of scratching was getting closer and closer, and even the surrounding residents woke up. The windows on the side of the street poked their heads out, and when they saw that it was the monks of the Great Wheel Temple who had come down, they hurriedly cleaned up and hurriedly followed behind.

The group of monks walked slowly, and the crowd behind them became more and more, and when they arrived at the inn, they were afraid that there were not hundreds of people. These people looked respectful, and when they looked at the head of a monk, they were full of admiration and worship.

Zhang Wuren opened the door and walked out with me and He Zhonghua. I subconsciously glanced at the monk, only to realize that this person was really ugly.

I have always thought that Nan Ao, who has eaten human flesh for several years, is ugly enough, and his whole body is swarthy like an African, not to mention, he still looks like a big horse monkey.

And this old monk has a characteristic, that is, short and fat.

He was less than a meter tall and almost a meter wide, and the whole thing looked like a square. It's just like this, but there are countless ugly scars on the face, the scars are like burns, and they are like being splashed with sulfuric acid, wrinkled and dirty.

Not to mention anything else, just this honor, running out in the middle of the night without makeup can be scared to death as a ghost.

I couldn't help but shudder at the thought of such an ugly old monk and the well-behaved Ashmita together.

Zhang Wuren tilted his head and looked at the old monk, and said casually: "This is the protector monk of Dalun Temple, which belongs to the lowest level in the old monks' group. ”

I said, "How does it compare to Guru Uphara?" ”

He Zhonghua smiled and said, "Don't make trouble, Youbora is an outstanding monk in the old Sangha group, and he can be ranked first even in the world." Otherwise, why would he dare to plot against so many people in Tiejiazhuang? This low wooden stake is not worthy of the Ubrahta shoes, at most he has just joined the old Sangha, so he is doing evil here. ”

Don't look at this low wooden stake as nothing in our eyes, but to the helpless proprietress is simply a fairy-like figure. After all, he can be regarded as the protector monk of the Great Wheel Temple, and a word can make the mother and daughter of Ashimita desperate.

A low wooden stake sits on a lotus-shaped palanquin, surrounded by four middle-aged monks. He sat upright and closed his eyes, but he also had a bit of a monk's demeanor. It's just that the image is so ugly that people feel a little unbearable.

I was secretly amused in my heart, and said don't sit there, we will fight later, and you can't find the north.

Suddenly, I heard someone next to me laughing, and then a crisp voice came: "Grandpa, look at how ugly this low wooden stake looks!" ”

This person spoke in a round and crisp voice, and the most important thing was that he was still speaking Chinese.

Don't look at Chinese, but Bodh Gaya is a tourist city after all, and the surrounding residents receive countless domestic tourists every year, and anyone can listen to a few words. So not only did we hear it, but even the demon monks of the temple and the residents behind them heard it clearly.

I turned my head and saw a little girl of seven or eight years old, holding the hand of an old man, who was grinning at a low wooden stake.

The dwarf wooden stake also knew Chinese, and when his eyes opened, he suddenly shone brightly. The old man didn't care, just shook his head slightly, and said to the little girl, "Ari, how many times have I told you, don't laugh at other people's appearance. ”

The little girl pouted and said, "I see, grandpa." ”

As if she had been wronged, she took the old man's hand and stood beside her obediently, eating chocolate chips while watching the excitement.

The low wooden stake glanced at the little girl, and did not bother with her. He patted the lotus-shaped seat gently, and the four monks bent down to put the sedan chair down. As soon as the sedan chair was put down, the sound of those pans and scratching stopped immediately.

Then a monk took a step forward and said very politely in Chinese: "Female benefactor, when the time comes, please hand over the devil's daughter." ”

The monk said to the hotel, but he took us who stopped at the door of the hotel as air. At that time, I was not happy and said, "Great monk, don't you see the three of us?" ”

The monk didn't pay any attention to us at all, but just slightly nunu, and the surrounding thugs directly surrounded us. The gangster at the head is the strong man who tried to break through the window yesterday with a stick, and he estimated that he didn't hit me yesterday, and he had been holding back a fire in his heart, so he hit people with a stick as soon as he came out.

Ashmita rushed out of the house, her face full of tears, and said, "Stop fighting! ”

Zhang Wuren frowned and glanced at Ashimita and said, "Go in!" ”

Ashmita didn't listen to Zhang Wuyan's words, and cried and said to the low wooden stake: "Master Sakoner, I am willing to go with you to the Great Wheel Temple to listen to the Buddhist scriptures for three years. But can you promise me one condition? ”

Master Sakon, who was sitting on the lotus seat, squinted his eyes and said, "How can the devil negotiate terms with us? Ashmita, you have a good heart, but if you are possessed by the devil, it will definitely bring disaster to the surrounding residents in a year. I'm at Ochinaraji Temple for your own good. ”

As soon as he said this, the monks and thugs knew what to do, especially the guy in the lead, who pulled out his stick and smashed me, smashing and cursing as he smashed.

I rolled up my sleeves and kicked this man to a big horse, snatched the stick in his hand and hit him in the face, where are those little thugs who are my opponents? At that moment, I was beaten by the head of the rat and ran away in embarrassment.

The group of monks didn't expect me to be so good at fighting, and their eyes widened one by one. Then the low wooden stake snorted heavily, and immediately a fat monk stepped forward.

I don't have a good impression of this group of monks, to say that this group of people are monks, to put it mildly, this is a group of brutes in robes. At the moment, the monk's bald head was illuminated, and the head was a stick.

The monk bowed his head slightly, not knowing whether he didn't dodge or deliberately didn't dodge. Then I struck his bald head with a stick. At that time, I felt a sigh in my heart, because I was very ruthless this time, but don't beat people to death.

As a result, as soon as this thought flashed, I heard a click, and the stick I had snatched was broken on the spot, and then I looked at the monk's bald head, which was shiny and shiny, and the skin was not even broken.

I gasped and subconsciously said, "! Iron head work? ”

The stick was a standard baseball bat, powerful and hard, and it was handy in a fight. As a result, such a stick knocked on the door of the monk's head, and the other party's head was fine, but the stick was broken.

Not only was I stunned at this moment, but even Zhang Wuren and He Zhonghua were dumbfounded, and they wanted to go over and touch the man's head.

I was just stunned for a moment, and the monk reached out and grabbed my belt directly. I only felt that my body was light, and the whole person was picked up by this monk. This man was so strong that as soon as he flipped his hands, he turned me head and foot down, and hit me with my head on the ground.

This monk has iron head skills, but I don't have it. If you get hit like this, you will have half a life if you don't die. At that moment, I bent down, and the tantric iron rod was pulled out, and it came directly into the crotch of this fat monk.

You can practice kung fu in your head, I don't believe it, you can practice kung fu in the crotch of your pants!

In particular, the tantric iron rod is different from ordinary sticks, and the fat monk jumped up on the spot holding his crotch. While jumping, he also muttered something.

In addition to the four middle-aged monks carrying the sedan chair, the monks who beat the rock and scratched the child took a step forward one after another, and directly surrounded the three of us, and took out all kinds of things with knives and demon pestles in their hands.

With Zhang Wuren and He Zhonghua behind me, I was not afraid of them, but I just weighed the tantric iron rod and made a gesture of allegation.

The group of monks was not ambiguous, knowing that we were making trouble, and without saying a word, they were about to rush over and beat us up. As a result, at this moment, a shrill brake sound sounded from the side.

Because the car was so harsh, that everyone looked sideways, and I followed the sound to look at it, and said in my heart, could it be that there is another person in the Great Wheel Temple?

As a result, when I turned my head, there were four or five African black uncles who got out of the car. One of them had metal rings all over his ears and nose, and a braided hair on the top of his head, typical of a hippie.

The black uncle grinned at his thick lips, but the words that came out were in Chinese: "Yo! It's so lively! It's so lively! Yin and Yang shop battle Okanawaji Temple! You fight, I'll take a look here! ”

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