This figure looks a little strange, although it is the middle of the night, but there are street lights around this kind of villa area, so the appearance of that figure Xie Xiaolou is not completely invisible, half of it is under the light, and half is hiding in the shadows. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The reason why it is strange is not because he has no hair and there are more bald people, but in a city like Changsha, which only has two seasons in summer and winter, it is obviously still the season to wear short sleeves in October, but the figure is wearing a robe.

To be precise, it should be a robe.

A robe with a bald head, what is it if you are not a monk?

How is it not strange that a monk stands downstairs in the middle of the night?

The monk stood upright, staring at Zhang Qiufu's villa motionless, looking like he would not walk away for a while.

It's okay not to be a robber, no matter how you say that the monk still represents the righteous side in the hearts of the world.

Xie Xiaolou put on his T-shirt and took three steps and hurriedly went downstairs to see what this strange monk was doing.

Seeing that someone came out of the main entrance of the villa, the monk turned to the visitor very politely, folded his hands and saluted.

"The donor is the owner of this house?" The monk asked.

When he got closer, Xie Xiaolou saw that this monk had very white and tender skin, and his facial features were delicate, and it was not too much to call it "little fresh meat" in today's words, in short, he didn't look very old, and he seemed to be younger than Xie Xiaolou.

"Yes, it's me, what is the master doing standing at my door in the middle of the night?" Xie Xiaolou looked at the little monk in front of him, for fear that this kind little monk would become hideous if he didn't agree with the Buddha statue in his dream.

"The little monk does not prescribe the law, and since he was a child, he has practiced Buddhism and chanted scriptures in the White Horse Temple, and now the master said that the little monk has reached the age of going down the mountain to practice, so let me come to the world to practice well." The little monk did not make Xie Xiaolou's nightmare come true, but instead reported his home with a single glance, and his speech was also crepe, somewhat like a routine in a martial arts novel.

Not quitting? Xie Xiaolou remembered the innocent old monk who suddenly appeared when he was fighting the bloody corpse in the warehouse of Fengxiang Company, I don't know if the two have anything to do with each other? It sounds like it's all "no".

Xie Xiaolou smiled slightly, signaled not to quit and continued.

"The little monk went all the way south, passing through Changsha, it was a peaceful road, but when he passed by the donor's house, he ・・・・・・" Bujie said, and suddenly glanced at Xie Xiaolou suspiciously, as if he had seen some monster, he took two steps back vigilantly, and changed his words, "Who is the donor?" ”

Xie Xiaolou saw that he was inexplicably nervous, a little confused, and said with a smile: "I am the same person as you." ”

How do you know that Bujie's face changed, and he said: "There is evil hidden in the donor's house, and the donor's own ・・・・・ is not like an ordinary person." The last word "person" accentuated the tone.

Xie Xiaolou was shocked, this little monk looked young, but just outside the house, he saw the corpse stored in the cold storage? Then you can see the corpse qi in my body after taking a look? That's why I suddenly became vigilant.

"The little master sees it? So what are you going to do? Xie Xiaolou felt that this little monk might have some Taoism, but he didn't care, and asked in a slightly mocking tone.

"Amitabha, the world is sinister, what the master said is true." Bujie played a string of Buddha numbers, and suddenly flashed over in a few steps, and before Xie Xiaolou could retract the smile on his face, he had already been directly pressed to the ground by a grappling hand of Bujie.

"Hey, hey, little bald donkey・・・・・ what are you going to do!" Caught off guard this time, Xie Xiaolou was angry, but now that he was riding on his body, he felt like a boulder, and his hands were pinched to death by him with special moves, so all he could do now was to scold.

"The benefactor still has some humanity, and the little monk has driven away the evil spirit for you." Without quitting and speaking, he pressed Xie Xiaolou to the ground with his right hand, made a handprint with his left hand, spit out the word "She" in his mouth, and then slapped Xie Xiaolou's dantian with one palm.

With this beat, Xie Xiaolou only felt that his abdomen was turning over, and the meridians and blood vessels in his body began to contract continuously, and he screamed in pain.

"Huh?" Bu Jie felt that the palm imprinted on Xie Xiaolou's abdomen slowly became a little stiff, as if it had been soaked in by something, causing the blood veins to run poorly.

Bujie's face changed, he withdrew his right hand that had been holding Xie Xiaolou, and made a seal again, still spit out the word "She" in his mouth, and slapped it on his left hand.

Xie Xiaolou only felt that his intestines were going to rot at this time, but fortunately, his hands had regained their freedom, and he immediately punched him, hitting the chest that he was not quitting.

It's just that the punch is like hitting an iron plate.

This well-developed pectoral muscles・・・・・・

Before Xie Xiaolou could think about it, the sharp pain in his whole body made him lose his strength again, and his hands hung weakly on the ground.

"The evil spirit in the donor's body is already terminally ill, so I have to quit."

Seeing that he didn't quit with his hands together, he was going to shoot at Xie Xiaolou's Tianling Gai, although Xie Xiaolou was weak, but he was still conscious, he was lying on the ground and looked at him weakly, and he had already cursed his ancestors in turn for eighteen generations in his heart, he clearly knew that this perverted muscle monk slapped it with a palm, and he was afraid that his brain would be beaten out.

At this moment, a beam of light suddenly hit Bujie's face.

I couldn't open my eyes when I didn't quit for a while, and the hands that were supposed to be slapped immediately blocked the light that came.

"Hey, what are you doing, what are you doing in the middle of the night, and you don't let the people around you sleep?"

A strong man in a security uniform walked over.

The people living in this villa area are either rich or expensive, so the patrol of the security guards is also 24 hours a day, for fear of causing dissatisfaction among the residents, they have to be laid off immediately, of course, the treatment here is not comparable to the security guards of the general community, so the recruitment of people is also very strict, and the security guards are also very dedicated.

"Help... Help..." Xie Xiaolou saw someone coming, and immediately spit out a few words with all his strength.

The security guard heard Xie Xiaolou's cry for help and shone a flashlight on his face: "Ouch, Mr. Xie, what's going on." There was anxiety in his tone.

Since Zhang Qiufu's villa has been transferred to Xie Xiaolou, Xie Xiaolou naturally has to go to the police office to register, and the security guards all offer the residents here as their parents, so they recognize Xie Xiaolou at a glance.

"Where did the stinky monk come from?" The strong man was very aware of current affairs, and when he saw Xie Xiaolou being pressed to the ground, he naturally waved the baton in his hand and rushed towards Bujie.

"It's miserable." Xie Xiaolou saw the security guard rushing over, but he was worried about the security guard, he knew that it was not trivial if he didn't quit revealing that hand just now, it seems that he didn't quit learning martial arts in the temple since he was a child, and his skills were already very good.

However, unexpectedly, the security guard did not suffer a counterattack, but did not guard his hands to protect his body, and was beaten up by the security guard with a stick, and said on the side: "Don't be rough, listen to me・・・・・"

It is rare for the security guard to have such an opportunity to show his hand in front of the residents again, and he knows that it will be beneficial to have a good relationship with the people here, so he is also working hard to fight against it.

Helpless to be beaten, he finally stood up from Xie Xiaolou, and recited while retreating: "There is no Amitabha Buddha in the south, there is no Amitabha Buddha in the south・・・・・"

"Call you to hit someone, tell you to hit someone!" The security guards did not resist when they saw that they did not quit, but became more and more energetic. The baton snapped around the body.

Although the security guard beat him hard, he also had a trace of doubt: This monk didn't say a word, and it didn't seem to hurt even if he was beaten?