(Cat flutter Chinese) "Got it, let these ugly guys die!" Siddhartha licked his lips with a goatee, "Let the great muddy boy's shoes kill them!"

"Rub, Flower Monk!"

"Rub back, you old man!"

"I'm going to fork your nun's sister's legs!" The goatee was choked by Siddhartha's anger, and he stroked the goatee and said, "Let's make a bet, do you dare?!"

"Dare, why don't you dare? But you have to tell me who my nun's sister is!" Siddhartha had never heard of the word nun, so he couldn't help but ask curiously, "Also, what is a nun? I found out how you are virtuous with Xiao Wuzi, and you always pop up some strange words, we have all heard it." ”

"As long as you can beat me, I'll tell you!" Goatee smiled, showed a row of yellow teeth and said, "If you lose, it's still a month's food, okay?"

"No problem, but you'll have to tell me how to bet first. If you bet on who says the most shameless words, then I will bow to the wind and bet on it. Everything else, everything is a matter of wood!"

"I'm a notary, how do you gamble?" Wu Di watched the two of them gamble, and couldn't help but stick a bar: "Everyone has been gambling seriously for a long time, and this time you want to play big! Goatee, if you lose, not only do you have to tell the little sand nun what it means, but also cook a month's meal!"

"Why do I have one more condition than this bald head?!" the goatee was displeased.

"Just because you have more hair than Lao Tzu!" Siddhartha raised his eyebrows, "If you don't want to cook for a month, it's fine." It's okay to shave your head and call me a one-month master!"

"What benefits do you give me when I call you Master for a month??, do you teach me the six-character mantra?" Hearing Siddhartha's words, Goatee asked, "Otherwise, you can let Master Xuanku take me as an apprentice."

"Yes. As long as you take refuge in Buddhism sincerely. My master is your ancestor, don't say the six-character mantra at that time. I'll teach you whatever you want to learn about Buddhism, how about it, is it a deal?"

"Deal with your sister!" The goatee shook off his hair that had not been washed for nearly a month and said: "Brother is most proud of having black and beautiful hair, do you know, each of these hair represents a small love feud between your Taoist master and me, and represents the good memories of every love I have in Daoye, just ask, how can I cut off these three thousand love threads?"

"Phew. Stinky and shameless!A month's meal, to gamble or not to gamble?!" Hearing the stinking and shameless words of the goatee, Siddhartha patted his arm with a chill, as if shaking off the goosebumps on the ground.

"Bet! Bet on who will kill fewer white skeletons next, and whoever loses will cook for a month!"

"You're going to lose!" Siddhartha laughed: "In the future, don't call you a fool, change your name to a fool!"

"Rub, Daoye, I'm still finished!" The goatee pouted: "You can't use your ring scar, if you use that, Daoye, I won't bet with you." I'm not you, and I've never done anything stupid!"

"Really, who exported a bag of heaven and earth spirit treasures when he was in the Demon Cave? and lost it to the outer city of the Yaochi Holy Land in a trance?!" At this moment, seeing the goatee was not convinced, I couldn't help but expose his old bottom.

"Rub, don't hit people in the face! Daoye, I met a pervert at that time!" The goatee glared at Zhang Bairen angrily, Zhang Bairen just didn't know, and followed Feng Yichen forward and observed carefully.

"What's the matter, to gamble or not to gamble, if you're afraid, just squeak, and I can open up your little Buddha!" Siddhartha urged. In his opinion, this bet, Goatee loses.

"Bet! As long as you promise not to use your ring scar, I will bet with you on your master! Why don't you bet?!" the goatee pointed to each other. He'd already lost the battle of words just now, and he didn't want to make a mistake at this time.

Hearing the dialogue between these two people, one by one, one by one, everyone forced a smile in their hearts, it was so interesting, with these two big living treasures, everyone's mood was instantly comfortable, and even the recovery speed of the wounds on the body was accelerated.

"Deal!" Siddhartha said, holding out a finger: "A month's meal!"

"Wood's problem!" the goatee smiled and gently stroked his black iron stick: "When I win, I will give you a story, the name of the story is Monkey King's Havoc in the Heavenly Palace!"

Before everyone could react, Wu Di had already burst out laughing. Just now, when Goatee was carrying an iron rod to fight the white bone beast, Wu Di thought of Sun Dasheng, who was holding an iron rod and making trouble in the heavenly court, and now when he heard Goatee say that he wanted to tell everyone a story about Monkey King's havoc in the Heavenly Palace, he couldn't help but feel that Goatee's face was really a bit similar to a monkey......

"Little Buddha, I don't care what Monkey King and Qi Earth Great Sage you are, your little Buddha I have a nickname, that is called Monopoly All kinds of disobedience!" Siddhartha didn't know why, but instinctively felt that the name Monkey King was a good fork, and he dared to make trouble in the Heavenly Palace, and his strength should be no worse than that of the Ruoxu Fairy back then, so he couldn't help but say such a thing.

Hearing Siddhartha's words, Wu Di's lips that had just closed opened again, and this time he laughed. The goatee snorted coldly and ignored it. Siddhartha is innocent of the ignorant, but the goatee knows. Back then, Sun Wukong made trouble in the Heavenly Palace, and hundreds of thousands of heavenly soldiers and generals in the Heavenly Palace had any way to take his rice, and in the end, the Jade Emperor had to invite the Buddha of the West Heaven to come to help. In the end, the Buddha and Sun Wukong bet that he couldn't fly out of the palm of his hand, and then Sun Wukong was suppressed by the Buddha for 500 years under the Five Finger Mountain. Coincidentally, in the second life of the Buddha, the name was Siddhartha!

Although Siddhartha is not Siddhartha Gautama of the second Buddha, the name is the same. And the two also have strikingly similar backgrounds, that is, they are both descendants of the royal family.

Seeing Wu Di's happy smile, Siddhartha knew that he had won the battle of words again, and he couldn't help but feel happy in his heart. Although I don't know how I won, I am so happy with the cheerful energy in my heart.

Fart flew to the goatee, patted him on the shoulder, and said earnestly: "Little ghost, I said, do you want to raise some bets? )

ps: The second more! cat flutter Chinese