It was Ah Niu who spoke.

Feng'er went to chase the masked man, and asked Ah Niu to stay at the inn and not move, so as to prevent the robbers from killing him again. Not long after Feng'er went out, Ziwei and the others also woke up, and everyone gathered in the hall to help the shopkeeper Baoxing take care of his wounds, anxiously waiting for Feng'er to come back. Because he didn't know which direction the masked man was running in, and he couldn't follow him to look for him, Du Ling was so anxious that he stood at the door from time to time and looked around, his face covered with beads of sweat.

The monk Wuchen deserved to be unlucky, the son of a farmer in a nearby village was engaged, and he couldn't get the money to get hired, and he couldn't borrow enough from the left and right. The old ox is the support of the farmer, how many years have it been dragging the plow, and it will be brought to the market early tomorrow to sell, and there is a lot of reluctance in my heart. The farmer got up a fifth watch, planned to take the ox to the market, untied the reins, and thought that the old ox had worked hard in his house for so many years, and he had to let it eat before leaving, right? So he got the grass, put some more coarse noodles, stirred it in the cow trough for a while, the cow bowed his head to eat grass, and he went to eat a bowl of porridge. When he came back from eating, the cow was gone, and there was no courtyard wall in the house, and the cow was gone. The cow is the lifeblood of the family, and the farmer is so shocked that his face is pale. He hurriedly called out to his neighbors, and everyone lit torches and looked around for cattle. After a short time, someone finally saw the trace of the cow at the head of the village, and after a few shouts, the cow was frightened and ran wildly in the direction of the inn. The villagers flocked to it, shouting while chasing: "Catch it! Don't let it run!" At this time, Wuchen ran from the opposite side, and when he heard this, he saw so many people, mistakenly thinking that it was Feng'er's companions who moved in to intercept him.

People do good things in pairs, and today Wuchen is unlucky and has become a pair. The road ahead is not passable, there is a small river on the left, and I am not good at water, so I dare not jump down. On the right is a compound with lights on, and that's the best option for him. If he had known that more than an hour ago, his accomplices had cut down the lantern signboard "Fulai Inn" at the entrance of the compound and thrown it into the water in order to rob with peace of mind, it is estimated that he would rather jump into the river and drown than burrow into the courtyard. Buddhism is all about karma.

Ah Niu saw the great monk Wuchen who had been searching for many days running in, and couldn't help but be overjoyed, picked up the rice stick and rushed over.

Wuchen knew that he had no way out, only to fight to the death, and perhaps there was still a glimmer of life. So, he reached out and pulled a bench in his hand, and fought with Ah Niu.

Breathless, she ran into the door and shouted:

"Mother, I'm tired, it's so dangerous tonight!"

When he closed the door and looked back, the monk ran into his inn, and hit another little flower, saying:

"Whose reins are not bolted properly, and a bald donkey ran in? It's all bad water from him, and the little brother Hanako beat him to death and fed the dog!"

Seeing that Yanhong came back safe and sound, the boss Fulai hurriedly hugged the cash cabinet and walked over with a hippie smile and said:

"The lady is back. Behold, our silver is still here. ”

Yan Hong rolled her eyelids and said, "Is it? The old lady is not as important as your silver! The old lady was run away by the robbers, and you won't let go of the fart, if it wasn't for the Hanako brothers to save me, I don't know what would have happened, and you are embarrassed to say your cash cabinet!"

Reached out and slapped Fulai in the face.

Fu Lai hurriedly went to protect his face, and muttered in his mouth:

"This ...... This ......"

Yan Hong reached out and grabbed his left ear, twisted it hard, and shouted:

"What is this? Did you humiliate you? You wish that the old lady would die early, so that you could marry that drama Ling'er home, what kind of goods are you, don't you know the old lady?"

Fulai grinned in pain, and wailed:

"I don't dare! I don't dare ......"

Yan Hong said sharply: "What you don't roll is a pancake! If it weren't for the fact that you are looking at a few little guest officers here, the old lady will let you kneel until the New Year!"

It's a little spicy. Splash the same with oil and chili noodles.

Du Ling poured a glass of water, handed it to Feng'er, who was panting, looked at Feng'er carefully, and then asked with concern:

"Brother Feng'er, are you okay?"

Feng'er said, "It's okay. ”

The great monk Wuchen fought hard, life and death in this fight, he could still survive if he won, and if he lost, he wanted to borrow from the sky for another five hundred years, it was absolutely impossible, not for a day.

Wuchen is brave and abnormal, like Lu Zhishen who has gone crazy, and a bench dances in the wind. It didn't take a few rounds for the stick in Ah Niu's hand to be knocked away by him.

Ah Niu was angry and shouted:

"Damn bald donkey, the master found a kitchen knife and chopped you!"

Feng'er saw that Ah Niu was not Wuchen's opponent, so he didn't dare to slack off, so he lifted the top door stick and beat him.

Wuchen defeated a little flower child, his confidence increased greatly, and the bench was waved as he wanted.

The contradiction between the boss Fulai and the boss lady Yanhong is purely an internal contradiction, no matter who slaps whom, the husband and wife have no overnight feud, and they will disappear the next day.

The contradiction between Yao Xiucai and the monk Wuchen is far from being so simple, it is a contradiction between the enemy and me, and it is a bitter hatred. At the beginning, he said goodbye to his parents and fellow villagers, took his servant Yao An and scholar Cai Bao, and happily entered Beijing from his distant hometown to take the exam. Not wanting to go to Fuyun Temple, the great monk Wuchen saw that wealth was born, and took a few wicked people to kill Yao An and Cai Bao. If Feng'er hadn't saved herself in time, I'm afraid she would have become a lonely ghost. When you go back like this, how can you explain to your parents and relatives? No one has picked up the luggage, no one has carried the bookcase, and no one has washed the clothes, all of which are caused by the bald monk in front of him.

Come, come, monk! We have to sit down and talk about how this account is calculated. There is no place to sit, the bench is still in the monk's hand.

This monk is a mad dog, he just defeated Ah Niu, and now he is fighting with Feng'er, if Feng'er is defeated again, this monk will slip away, and the yellow crane will never return, and this revenge will not be avenged.

Yao Xiucai has no power to restrain the chicken, and he can't make a move and a half, watching Feng'er fight with the monk is really anxious.

Yao Xiucai looked left and right, couldn't find a suitable guy to help Feng'er, and suddenly lowered his head and saw the water basin. The basin was filled with boiling water, which was used to clean the wound of the shopkeeper Baoxing just now, and it was still steaming.

Yao Xiucai doesn't care if it's hot or not. Bending down to pick up the basin, he saw the opportunity, took a few quick steps forward, and poured it on the monk's head.

You don't see it, the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky, and it goes straight to the feet and never returns.

The more brave the great monk Wuchen became, he only cared about dealing with Feng'er, and did not watch out for Yao Xiucai pouring hot water. Immediately, his eyes were closed, and he was out of proportion.

Feng'er saw it clearly, held the stick in both hands and used all his strength, and swept it towards the monk's legs. Playing three ways is Feng'er's forte, no matter how good you are, break your leg first, and let's talk about the rest slowly.

I only heard the big monk's voice, the bench flew out of his hand, and his legs fell to the ground with a bend.

Ah Niu clapped his hands and shouted, "Bald donkey, don't you blame?!"

Wuchen was in pain on the ground for a while, his eyes were not yet open, and he groped and sat on the ground, chanting the scriptures with words in his mouth. Presumably praying for the Bodhisattva's blessing.

Ah Niu asked, "Feng'er, what should we do now?"

Feng'er said: "If you hand him over to the official, you can almost be sentenced to a decisive decision." ”

What do you mean pretty much? It means not necessarily.

"Hahaha!"

Yao Xiucai suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed, and staggered closer to Wuchen while laughing, with an extra laundry mallet in his hand.

"What Diamond Sutra do you chant? What mantra do you recite to eliminate calamities? Cause and effect have retribution, and you will repay what you do! Can you recite a few crooked scriptures to offset your sins with 12 human lives? Heaven is intolerable!"

After Yao Xiucai finished speaking, he raised the mallet in his hand and smashed it desperately on Wuchen's head.