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A low, slightly hoarse middle-aged man's voice slowly came into my ears from the darkness. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

I frowned slightly, opened my eyes wide and looked behind the black-haired zongzi, but the original nervousness in my heart slowly calmed down because of the appearance of this voice.

Su Qianqian had a hunch that the two of us would not die here this time, could it be that he was the one who could save us out?!

At this time, I don't care where this product came from, as long as it can save me and Su Qianqian, he doesn't mind even if it is the fate of labor and management.

The two families of Taoism and Buddhism are the same in the Chinese country, and the monks who came from the West are actually easier to eat than the Taoist gate, and they are vigorously supported by the major royal families above history.

I have to say that this is really a pretty fucked up thing, such an allusion that a foreign monk is good at chanting scriptures probably comes from here, and you can only blame the Taoist teachings of the Taoist sect for not being very powerful.

Everything always likes to go with the flow, which is inevitably one of the main reasons why Taoism is declining day by day and being overtaken by the latecomers of Buddhism.

Of course, Buddhism's ability to overwhelm the local Taoist system naturally has merit.

But for those evil spirits, the magic spells of Buddhism seem to naturally have a restraining effect, as if water and fire cannot be blended at all.

Western Bliss does not exist in the first place, and if it is sent there, doesn't it mean that the soul is scattered? There is no chance to enter the reincarnation of the Netherworld.

I stared at the middle-aged man who came out of the darkness in a daze.

Anyway, this product completely subverted my previous understanding of Buddhist disciples.

Shouldn't a monk be the image of a bald head? It's better to have a few ring scars on the top of your head, what do you mean by your messy long hair?

What about the standard shape of wearing a robe and holding a demon pestle?!Even if you don't, you still have at least one piece of clothing?!Who are you going to show your bare upper body and revealing that skin and bones are miserable tendons?!

I really feel a little ashamed of his honor, but he hasn't completely lost his face, at least there is a string of Buddhist beads in his hand to support the scene.

And the previous golden mangs emanated from this string of Buddhist beads.

I don't know why, but obviously the black-haired zongzi and the four monsters infected by the corpse poison were extremely jealous of the middle-aged man who suddenly appeared, and even directly abandoned me and Su Qianqian, turned around and fled, leaving the two of us completely messy in the wind.

What about the death knock that you said was good?! Your shameful escape is really thrown into the entire face of the Zongzi family!

I stared curiously at the middle-aged man in this strange outfit and asked suspiciously, "Are you?"

"Amitabha, the meeting of the donor is fate, and the name of the little monk is not enough to worry about・・・・・・" he said in a calm tone.

These words are so crepe that I get goosebumps when I hear them.

"Hmph! Speak human words!" Su Qianqian, who had not spoken all this time, suddenly spoke.

"Ah, Miss Su, don't you know me!" The middle-aged man smiled, but stopped halfway through the conversation, ran to Su Qianqian's side with a flattering smile, bowed his head and said, "Miss Su, are you okay?"

Su Qianqian actually knew him?

I looked at him in a daze, who was still a dignified and unfathomable image, and after Su Qianqian's words, he suddenly revealed a flattering and flattering god, this kind of 108,000 miles, like a violent contrast between heaven and earth, made me subconsciously take a step back.

What about the image of a master in the world?! How can you have the terrifying strength to scare off the black-haired rice dumplings with such a villainous face?!

Even if you don't do well, at least you can learn from Zhao Yiyang! Do you understand Gao Leng?! Aren't masters generally high up and indifferent to mortals?! Who are you not good at learning, but to learn those minion faces that can only be seen on ancient TV? !

"You guys, you know?" I looked at him with wide curious eyes, then turned to look at Su Qianqian, and asked.

Su Qianqian rolled her eyes at him, seemed to be quite impatient with him, and didn't pay attention to me, but asked him, "Why are you here?"

The middle-aged man smiled, raised the Buddha beads in his hand, and looked proud of the mountain man's own clever plan.

Su Qianqian was angry, but she didn't know what to say for a while.

She then turned around, looked at me and said, "Do you remember what I told you about a master I knew?"

I was a little confused for a while, and then I remembered that when I first met Su Qianqian, she did tell me that she knew a master with a very high Taoism, and at the time in Sanxin Building, she also spent tens of thousands of dollars from that master to buy a bunch of ghost painting talismans that didn't work at all!

"But, isn't that master already debunked that he is a liar?!" I stared at the middle-aged man with wide eyes in curiosity.

It doesn't make sense! At that time, that pile of bullshit Sanqing Halal mantras was a pile of waste paper! In the end, it was not by relying on the blood of the extreme yang flowing in the body of labor and management that he barely got a chance to get a trace of ** from the hands of the two resentful spirits of Sadako, and waited for Zhao Yiyang's rescue?

This god stick actually has the strength to drink the black hair zongzi?

Looking at his flattering appearance now, he doesn't look like a master no matter how you look at it!

"Say, what kind of method did you use to scare those black-haired rice dumplings away?!" Su Qianqian asked coldly.

Since the Sanxin Building, Su Qianqian knew that this product was a magic stick, and she never patronized his business again, but immediately stayed away from it, and fed all the money she spent before to the dog.

Anyway, for Bai Fumei, a super-rich second-generation Bai Fumei like her, hundreds of thousands of yuan is just a brand-name bag of LV in her eyes.

"Miss Su, ・・・・・・ you" The middle-aged man just wanted to continue to say something, Su Qianqian frowned, and didn't seem to be in the mood to listen to him talk nonsense here and talk about deceitful nonsense.

"Liu Bo, let's go! This thing doesn't know what the hell to think of, and wants to shake us off. Su Qianqian said. ... Friends who read books, you can search for "", you can find this site as soon as possible.