The little monk still didn't satisfy Jiang Ping's curiosity to meet Murong Xianxian, but instead brought him to an unexpected place.

"Hundred Flowers Pavilion?"

The flowery archway on his head made Jiang Ping a little uncertain.

This...... Is it a flower house?

It is also commonly known as a brothel.

The little monk had just taken him to the gambling house, and now he would take him to visit the brothel.

I'm still a little innocent in my life, and I've never been to a building.

Also, are you a monk or am I a monk?

The little monk who did not prescribe looked forward to it, folded his hands in front of the archway of Tianxiang Pavilion, and recited the Buddha number in a low voice.

"This is it. ”

The little monk said with a point of holiness, three points of longing, four points of hope, and five points of excitement on his face:

"Master said that wherever there are many female benefactors who don't like to wear clothes live together, it is the place of bliss in the world and the place of hell for the Buddha.

Master also said that if the little monk does not go to hell, who will go to hell?

Today, the little monk is going to hell!"

If you go to hell, you will go to hell, and your excitement makes me feel like you're going to heaven.

Jiang Ping held back his mouthful, and then asked.

"Do you have any silver?"

The little monk was stunned: "Silver? ”

As he spoke, he took out five copper plates from the hexagram embroidered with Buddha characters on his shoulder.

"Is that enough?"

"Do you think that the price of going to hell is this, so isn't everyone a Buddha?"

Jiang Ping said disdainfully.

"What Master Jiang said makes sense, but this is all the money that the little monk has. ”

The little monk sighed and said with pity:

"Master is really right, you can't become a Buddha without money, and the little monk still has to return to the world as soon as possible. ”

"But I have money, go, I'll ask you. ”

Jiang Ping patted the money bag.

Whether it was Tongtian Money or the Royal Silver Horn, he always had thousands of taels of silver tickets in his pocket.

Although it can't be a big deal, it is more than enough to invite a monk to visit the flower building.

That's what I said.

The three irons of life, together through the window, together with the gun, together what.

After coming out of this Hundred Flowers Pavilion again, he and the future monk who does not quit killing will be Lao Tie.

Tut!

"Amitabha. ”

The face of the little monk who did not prescribe was glowing with holy light:

"Master Jiang is really a good person, the little monk will definitely recite the Medicine Master Liuli Sutra several times to Lord Jiang while he has not returned to the world, and protect the donor from all diseases and health.

Hell, the little monk is here!"

I can talk about visiting the kiln so openly.

Jiang Ping also admired it very much.

The two walked into the Hundred Flowers Pavilion together.

......

Because of broad daylight, there are relatively few girls in Baihua Pavilion.

After most of the guests walked in, they still listened to the music more seriously, and watched the cool young lady dancing in the lobby to add fun.

However, the fragrance of flowers, rouge, and women's body fragrance permeated the space, which always reminded guests that this is not a serious place to eat and drink.

Occasionally, there are also people who are hooked, and the impatient guest pulls the girl next to him and goes directly into the room.

"Wow. ”

After the little monk came in, he let out a burst of exclamation.

Everything here is so new to him as a fledgling, and it seems that he is always ready to open a new door for him.

"Childe, please come here. ”

The bustard who came up was very eye-catching and knew who was the owner.

Jiang Ping looked like a regular customer, directly opened the way with silver, and patted a silver ticket of one hundred taels on the hand of the old bustard:

"Open a clean room for me, prepare hot water in addition, and my son should take a good bath.

As for this little master, you give me a good treat, and you will give me whatever he wants. The boy who is not enough will make up for it after he comes out. ”

"Oh, Childe is atmospheric, don't worry, Childe, this little master slave will definitely make him satisfied, the best girl. ”

The old bustard ushered in the send-off, well-informed, and as soon as he touched the material of the silver ticket, he immediately confirmed the authenticity, and deliberately lowered his chest and giggled.

Since it is a special service industry, it is much more direct to talk and do things.

Not to mention a monk, just a little beggar, as long as the money given is enough, there are a lot of girls willing to receive it.

Besides, this monk is so delicate, he is more handsome than the rabbits in the pavilion.

If it weren't for the bustard's self-knowledge and knowing that he was old and decrepit, no matter how much money he said, he wouldn't be able to let those prodigal hooves earn it, how good it would be to go directly to himself.

"Don't quit the little master, you play by yourself, I'll take a bath. ”

Jiang Ping finally held on to himself.

He Jiang someone's first time can't explain in this kind of place.

Based on his appearance, he can't tell who should pay in the end.

The little monk nodded, gently touched his bald head, and there was already a thin layer of sweat:

"Master Jiang, don't worry, the little monk will not be afraid. ”

......

Half an hour later.

A certain wing.

Jiang Ping squinted and lay on his back in the tub full of flower petals, his hands on the edge of the bucket, steaming, next to two young girls with soft hands rubbing his shoulders.

"It's comfortable!"

It's all to blame the monk, it's okay to take him to visit a flower building.

This depraved life is too easy for people to fall.

Jiang Ping despised himself for being so depraved in his heart, and decided that he would have to take time to come three times a month in the future......

Well, five times.

That innocent little young man, that young man who doesn't touch a leaf......

Gone!

"Ah!!h

A heart-rending howl of pain pierced through the soundproofed room.

Disturbed by the shouting, Jiang Ping was in no mood to take a bath, stood up, let the two maids dry him off, and then changed into a brand-new white brocade robe.

"Made, handsome again!"

Seeing the young man in the bronze mirror, Jiang Ping couldn't help but curse in a low voice.

is so handsome, the standard for finding a wife in the future will have to be raised a little more.

At that time, will there be any woman in the world worthy of him?

But it's too difficult, does the handsome guy have to be destined to die alone?

The two maids next to him lowered their heads and were sorting out Jiang Ping's clothes, tying their belts, and when they heard Jiang Ping's scolding, they couldn't help laughing.

"Hey, you don't understand the distress of this son. ”

Jiang Ping didn't blame them, after all, the realm of the two was too different, but the ten taels of silver tip prepared was gone.

He's not a careful person.

Open the door.

The little monk was already waiting for him at the door.

"Yo, little master, you move quite fast, but why don't you change your clothes, and the monks have to pay attention to hygiene. ”

Jiang Ping teased.

However, he soon felt that something was wrong, because the Hundred Flowers Pavilion was quiet at the moment, and the dance performance in the lobby had stopped, and several young ladies were gathered together in fear.

In every corner, a pair of curious or fearful eyes looked in this direction.

There was also a group of thug guards who faintly surrounded him.

"You're not going to kill again...... Got in trouble, didn't you?"

The little monk nodded honestly:

"The little monk didn't kill anyone, he just made a girl's face. ”