Many accidents in the world are actually chain reactions. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

A bad start often leads to outermost results.

For example, the exclamation of the stall girl who destroyed the image immediately had a good onlooker effect.

When people are watching, they inevitably sympathize with the "weak" in the situation and condemn the "perpetrators".

And that's not all, as onlookers discover that the other party is not just a "perpetrator" but an "intruder", and their condemnation escalates into hostility.

The sudden turn of things made Bodhi Zi and Yang Muqing a little crying and laughing, so they had to pretend to be calm and enjoy the sight that shot from all directions.

"We are not ......"

Yang Muqing felt that he should explain something, but he never held back the second half of the sentence.

They are indeed outsiders, and it seems that outsiders are not welcome here.

Time passed in the eerie silence of both sides.

It seems that no one wants to break the deadlock first.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way......"

A group of black-clothed men with cold expressions peeled off the layers of crowds and approached, and before the two of them had time to make the most perfect reaction, they were both left and right, up and down, back and forth, and subdued the target in three or two clicks.

Bodhizi stared at his arm that was twisted behind him, as well as Yang Muqing, who was also embarrassed, and his brain instantly short-circuited: they were so easily restrained? Speaking of which, it is estimated that all the front teeth will be laughed off by the opponents who he beat down openly and secretly.

It wasn't until he tried to take a breath of dantian qi that he found that his spiritual sense and mana were all invalid.

What the hell is this place?

For the first time in his life, Bodhizi had doubts about his ability: was it that he was too arrogant before, and his current ability was not enough to be domineering in the world, so he immediately made a new decision, or to put Yang Muqing back to the spirit as soon as possible, and it would be better to go back to the old abbot for two months to retreat.

Since you can't do it, you can only use your mouth.

Bodhizi hippie smile: "Brothers, we are new to here, and your hospitality is also ...... So welcoming. ”

Who would have thought that the successful plan of "sneaking" into would be revealed by Grandpa Mao, and it was really a thousand miles of embankment collapsed in the anthill......

Yang Muqing asked indifferently: "Who are you?" What sins have we committed? Why arrest us? ”

It's a pity that the other party didn't want to reason, and the next second, just like what was written in the bloody crime-solving film, two black bags were put on their heads.

In order not to be knocked again, the two of them knew each other very well and shut up together.

The sealing of the bag is very good, Yang Muqing's eyes are pitch black, and there is no trace of light, but fortunately, the other senses are not affected too much, but there is only a layer of cloth, which is a little faint, no matter what you hear or hear, it is not very real.

There were eleven turns in succession, and three of them took the same road, as if they were afraid of remembering the way, and deliberately took a detour.

There seemed to be a lot of tall trees on the road favored by the man in black, which was extremely shady, and there was the sound of leaves.

There should be a Buddhist hall at the beginning of the road, where the smell of sandalwood and the sound of wooden fish are intertwined, and the humming of monks can be heard.

In the middle of the road should be a yard, which seems to raise a lot of livestock, and there is a fishy smell in the air that cannot be dissolved.

At the end of the road should be a large house, in which there is the laughter of children and the scolding of adults who are not serious, and the enticing aroma of smoked bacon, full of rich joy.

Just when Yang Muqing felt that it was absolutely impossible to stop when he walked back to the road for the fourth time, the people on both sides slowed down and stopped without warning. But at the moment when he confirmed his stopping, Yang Muqing felt that his heartbeat seemed to miss a beat-the place where he stopped, the atmosphere and breath, sound, color, light and shadow that he could feel were completely unfamiliar, and it was completely different from the feeling when he passed by three times before.

It's actually another formation here!

And it is an extremely powerful ancient Bagua Array with a ban that even Bodhi Zi can't arrange.

In this formation, you can only move forward, there is no way back, and turning back is a labyrinth that can never be bypassed, and you can trap life and death in it.

Yang Muqing smiled bitterly, is there anything more harmful to yourself in the world? It's really uncomfortable to get closer to the center of danger.

Even if you have the strength to fight, you may not be able to escape.

"Squeak quack—"

The sound of a heavy iron door sounded, like a lot of old rust, heavy and slow, like a big fat man of three or four hundred pounds crossing a high threshold.

When the smell of rust that made people vomit a mouthful of old blood dissipated, Bodhi Zi smelled the familiar fragrance and couldn't help but smile.

Behind this iron gate, there is definitely a yard of superb camellias.

What if you describe such an aroma? Normal camellia should not be so fragrant, but it can make people who smell it sure that it is not some other floral fragrance, as if it happens to refine the most authentic fragrance of camellia, and then expand it ten million times.

The ancients loved cranes like wives, respected lotus as friends, and drank like life...... It is not uncommon to place some kind of strong emotion, whether it is love or narcissism, whether it is love or hatred, on something or something.

And I love camellia alone...... It reminded Bodhi Zi of a broken notebook left by his grandfather, which mentioned that he strayed into a "world camellia source" due to a chance chance, not at sea, but in the mountains, and met a stunning man who was captivating the country and the city, I don't know who the surname is, I don't know whether it is a demon or a fairy, and although this man is as beautiful as a flower but has a heart like a snake and scorpion, he is not very friendly, but he is very capable, and his ability to set up illusions is first-class, and he actually wants to chop him into flower fertilizer......

Since the ancestor of Bodhi Zi can reminisce and speak on the notepad, it must not have been made into flower fertilizer, but came out of the "source of camellia outside the world" with all his beards and tails.

And the reason why Bodhizi was deeply impressed by the bullshit narrative that had nothing to do with the practice was because his hungry ghost ancestor actually used a full thousand words to describe the beauty of that man, from the Heavenly Palace Immortal to the Immortal in the world, from the mythological figure to the living Pan An, the comparison and metaphor were used thoroughly, and it was almost heartbreaking to see that the men and women were silent, and the hearts were broken.

The last paragraph turned out to be: "It's a pity that I can't find the way to the source of camellias, otherwise I will die under the camellia tree, and I will be a ghost." ”

It's a pity that his apprentice, that is, Bodhizi's master, has not a good relationship with the ancestral master, and is the first person in the world who is afraid of trouble, so he turned a deaf ear to the will he left to be buried under the precious camellia tree, and casually found a hill to bury on the spot, and then threw a few camellia seeds on the grave.

Bodhizi felt that he should concentrate on thinking back to the article that gave him a toothache, didn't Master Zu really leave a strategy on how to break the maze, or did he write too obscurity and let himself ignore it?

While he was meditating, before he could come up with a reason, the bag covering his head was suddenly removed, and his eyes were a little uncomfortable with the bright light, and he almost forced out a few crocodile tears.

"Mr. Ziwu, new flower fertilizer has arrived!"