Chapter 82: The persecuted Liang Dezhong

Jian'an Temple, inside the destruction array.

The white pillars looked as eerie as white bones in the soft moonlight. The black weeds, with their dry scent, obscured most of the scene.

Liang Dezhong couldn't walk anymore, he was so tired that he lay on the ground full of sand and gravel, and the breath exhaled from his nose was like a mule.

He rolled over with difficulty, and then pulled the crumpled little earthworm out of his loose pants with no belt.

I pinched it and found that it was soft and weak, dry as firewood.

"Hey......" Liang Dezhong smiled bitterly, his face full of despair.

It's really a knife on the head of the color word, he finally understood, if it wasn't for the idea of Guo Jing's little beauty from the beginning, how would he have fallen to the point where he is today?

Ever since he chased the little beauty alone, he has fallen into this ruined magic circle that can't tell the direction, and he can't get out anymore.

It's been three days and three nights!

If it weren't for Liang Dezhong's strong willpower, he gave up all his pride and pride, and when he was hungry, he would gnaw weeds and eat. When he was thirsty, drink his own urine to quench his thirst, otherwise he would have starved to death and died.

He shook off the shriveled little earthworm, and then lamented, "No pee!" ”

"God, help me, I don't want to die!"

Liang Dezhong stood on the ground and cried bitterly, he remembered that there were still tens of millions of deposits in the bank account that were too late to spend, and a Malaysian girl who secretly maintained it last month had not played enough, he was very unwilling, he was really afraid of death.

In his tearful eyes, he seemed to see the moon in the sky getting rounder and nearer.

Then it fell on him.

What? The moon smashed over? Liang Dezhong was shocked and hurriedly rolled in place.

"Master Liang, why do you want to hide from the old man?" A familiar shining bald head appeared in front of Liang Dezhong, and he had a look of compassion.

Is he not the abbot of Jian'an Temple or who?

"Abbot, !!" Liang Dezhong buried his head in the arms of the abbot of Jian'an Temple and cried bitterly, venting all the negative emotions of these days.

All the tears and snot rushed to the abbot's clothes, and after a while, the abbot's whole person was wet, and there was a little more temptation to get wet.

"Ahh The abbot sneezed, then touched Liang Dezhong's head charitentially, and gently lifted Liang Dezhong's fat chin. "I fell for Li Yi's plan, so I was trapped in one place and couldn't get out, and now I finally came out."

"Woo...... I'm going to kill Li Yi! Liang Dezhong roared vigorously, and a foul smell erupted from his mouth, which was the stench accumulated by drinking urine in the past three days.

The abbot's face trembled, he held back, and continued to smile and said, "Lao Wei will send the donor out first, and it will not be too late for us to discuss how to deal with Li Yi in the future." ”

"Xiexie Abbot."

"Let's go, Lord Liang."

"I couldn't walk anymore, I was so hungry that I couldn't do anything. If the abbot has mercy on me, can you cut off a few pieces of meat from your ass to satisfy my hunger? It seems that Liang Dezhong is really hungry and unconscious, and his thinking is confused.

The abbot's eyebrows trembled: "Forget it, let's go away with the old man on his back, and you can go out in a few minutes." The donor endured it first, and waited for the old man to ask someone to bring you food. ”

"Xiexie Abbot ......" Liang Dezhong was so moved that his snot spurted out, and he couldn't help but stick out his tongue and lick it, as if the taste was not wrong.

So the abbot pressed his face hard, and Liang Dezhong, who had a big belly, set off.

After exhausting the strength of the nine cows and two tigers, the abbot carried Liang Dezhong out of the destruction array. After that, the abbot threw Liang Dezhong to the ground.

"Oh, Abbot, you tap. Painful ......"

"I'm sorry, I tried too hard just now." The abbot was full of sincerity, and then raised his mobile phone and made a call.

The abbot's mobile phone is an old domestic model, and the standby time can reach a week, and the thick skin can be used as a brick to smash people.

More than ten minutes later, two young monks around thirteen or fourteen years old hurriedly ran over from a distance.

"Abbot, you've been missing for days, and everyone is looking for you."

"Amitabha, Lao Qu has something to do these days to leave for a while, and in the future, the host of Jian'an Temple will be temporarily handed over to the unknown uncle to deal with." Abbot Masase said.

The abbot was relieved to temporarily hand over the status of the host to the monk called Nameless, because Nameless was the abbot's senior. What's more, Nameless is already old, so old that he is about to collapse to the Western Heavenly Bliss. The abbot thought that even if Nameless took advantage of his absence to be selfish, he would not be able to enjoy a few days of pleasure.

"This requires your hand, Abbot." A little monk hurriedly said.

"Take your hand." The abbot looked compassionate.

"Oh." The little monk reluctantly stretched out his hand.

The abbot grabbed the little monk's hand and said to the other little monk, "Bring a knife." ”

"Give." Another little monk handed a sharp pencil sharpener.

So the abbot took a sharp pencil knife with a straight face, and on the small hand of the first little monk, a few words were engraved bloodily: "In the days when the old man temporarily left Jian'an Temple, all the practices of Jian'an Temple were temporarily managed by the unknown uncle - the abbot's edict."

"Woo woo...... the little monk spurted out tears and snot in pain.

"The oracle is finished, Amitabha." The abbot looked compassionate.

After doing all this, the two little monks pointed to Liang Dezhong, who was lying on the ground and was dying, and asked, "Who is this dirty beggar?" ”

"This is the biggest pilgrim of our temple, Liang Dezhong Liang donor, he became like this because something happened. Now the old man commands you not to spread the word about it, or you will die. And then you should take him away now, and send him away on one of those green motorcycles from the seventies. ”

"Amitabha." A little monk immediately looked at Liang Dezhong and said respectfully, "Master Liang, please go with the little monk." ”

"Uh...... Oh......" Liang Dezhong lay on the ground and was dying.

Seeing this, the abbot's eyes narrowed, and he said gently: "Master Liang, please go to dinner with these two little masters." ”

"Xiexie Masters." Liang Dezhong hurriedly got up.

A little monk hurriedly asked in the abbot's ear: "Abbot, it is the middle of the night at this time, and the food for the day has already been taken to feed the pigs." ”

Although the monks of Jian'an Temple usually do not eat pork, they can raise pigs and sell them.

"Is there any food left in the trough?"

"A little."

"Then go to the pig trough and put a bowl for Master Liang to use, it is much better than the urine he drank before. When Liang Shi finishes eating, you drive him home on a motorcycle. ”

"Amitabha, Abbot Compassion." The two little monks then helped the dying Liang Dezhong to leave.

The abbot looked at the back of Liang Dezhong leaving, and smiled coldly: "Any enemy of Li Yi is a friend of Lao Wei, Li Yi!" The old man will come to you someday! ”

After speaking, the abbot waved his sleeves and ran into the destruction array.

More than ten minutes later, the abbot appeared in the dilapidated tomb of the king, and he sat down on a high pile of tombs.

In the light of the moon, the abbot's feminine face can be seen.

After that, the abbot took up the gong, and it seemed that he was spitting with the help of moonlight!

This is an incredible thing, wasn't the abbot's dantian abolished by Li Yi? Can weishenme still do it?

Then the blood in the abbot's body suddenly boiled, and the next moment his old face immediately changed.

Become a Sapan!

What's going on here? Isn't one of the abbot's balls broken? Why is he still able to practice the Dafa of Joy Zen?

Could it be that the abbot got a magical opportunity, just like the protagonist in every obscene novel, when he was forced to die, he immediately ushered in a happy spring?

On that day, the strange oval-shaped bead that the abbot had inadvertently obtained from the dried corpse was gone.