Luo Huan stroked his palms and smiled, "Wonderful, what a deserving color to come to my daughter red!" I can't think of it," he got up, beckoned to Wuxu, and said, "Let's go, Uncle Shi tonight, I'll take you to drink my daughter red." ”

Wuxu also got up and said, "Just said on the bow of the boat, the little monk has gained a lot, and he wants to be quiet for a while, and I hope that my uncle will forgive me." What Wu Xuan said was not a lie, but he and Luo Huan had a conversation at the bow of the boat, and they did feel something. He also respected him as a real monk, and when he met Dorjee, he had the right to call him uncle.

If it were someone else, if he heard that Wuxu wanted to be quiet, he would naturally not reluctantly delay, but Luo Huan, who was evil in this evil spirit, was an exception. At this moment, as if he was familiar, he walked to Wuxu's side, hooked Wuxu's shoulder, and whispered, "Until now, what are you pretending to be?" Let me tell you, it's better to come early than to come by coincidence, tonight, there are just two young nuns who settled in the Yangliu Nunnery. After speaking, he glanced at Wu Xuan with a smile.

Although this Luo Huan is "low", but the boat is quiet in the middle of the night, but it is extremely abrupt on this river. The people who had been holding their breath and condensing their breath, heard Luo Huan, who had hugged Wuxu, say these words unscrupulously, and they all showed a little disdain, and there were even a few scholars who looked like scholars, where they looked indignant and quietly filled with righteous indignation.

In the private room, the little girl who had just canceled Wuxu had an angry face, and was about to speak out, when the middle-aged man next to her, who was looking at it clearly, hurriedly stretched out her hand to stop it, and shook her head solemnly and slightly.

Wuxu stood there, feeling the strange eyes around him, only to feel that his face was flushed, he dodged away Luo Huan, who was covered with incense, and said with his palms together, "Master Hugh has to say this." Say goodbye. With that, he flew into the night sky and rode away with the wind.

This time, Lama Na Luo Huan did not stop him. Wuxu flew three or four miles, and seeing that Luo Huan was not chasing, he slowly landed on the shore and walked towards a crowded night market in front of him. I walked around, and I was thirsty after drinking, so I found a teahouse, found a seat at random, asked for a pot of red robes, and sat there as if I had just drunk, one cup at a time. Someone next to him, seeing a lustful man, wearing nondescript monk clothes and monk shoes, treating the teahouse as a wine shop there, couldn't help but secretly shake his head, revealing a little disdain. Wuxu couldn't get used to these vassals who were elegant and arrogant, and they were vain about others, so he got up and left after drinking a pot of tea.

As soon as I walked out of the teahouse, when I passed through the mouth of a small alley, suddenly a man named Hanako, unkempt, lying in the alley, curled up, struggling to stretch out a burned, dirty, black arm, and shouted, "This guest officer is doing well, have mercy on me, a miserable man!"

Wuxu stopped, shook his head darkly, took a few steps back, walked to this Hanako, squatted down, took out a few taels of silver from his arms, and gently placed them in the broken bowl in front of him. It was called Hanako, and then as if she had rehearsed it thousands of times, she choked on the ground again and again, and said vaguely, "Good people have good rewards, great kindness, great virtue, and bodhisattva reincarnation." Wuxu sighed, and didn't ask how he got to such a field, and what was his sad past, but just clasped his hands slightly. Suddenly, there was a sound of begging behind him, and Wuxu was about to get up and turn around, but he saw a dark in front of him, and a smelly and dirty cloth bag was put on him.

It turned out that he had met a gang of beggars who had robbed him? Wu was angry and laughed, secretly funny, and pretended to be panicked, where his hands and feet were moving wildly, and he was hesitant. A dagger was immediately pressed against his back, and a fierce voice sounded in his ears, "Be honest, otherwise the white knife will go in and the red knife will come out!" After speaking, Wuxu's hands were each twisted by one person, and he was pushed to the depths of the alley.

After walking less than ten meters, there was a pair of rough big hands, impatiently groping on his chest for a while, and then a disappointed voice sounded, "His grandmother's, I thought I had met a fat sheep, it turned out to be a drunken shrimp." Dare to love that this bald donkey was drunk, so he put all the broken silver on his body into Lao Tzu's bowl!" It was the one who was lying on the ground, pitiful, sloppy, and his hands were full of wounds.

The one called Hanako, who was still angry after scolding, flew up and kicked Wuxu, and used the black dialect of the market, the remote dialect, and a burst of grunting scolding.

Wuxu suffered silently, and couldn't help but think of the news that the elderly were deliberately blackmailed on the Internet in his previous life, and the reports of the Guangdong beggars who disabled people and used them to collect money in later generations, and couldn't help but think to himself: If I am just an ordinary person and encounter this situation? Or if I am blackmailed in the future life, or even kidnapped like this now, can I still stick to the good and good retribution, and purify all sentient beings? Or if you are deliberately disabled and cornered, will you give up on yourself like this party who first begged for herself and then called Hanako, and even has no good thoughts and hurts others?

While thinking, he was covered with his head and twisted his hands, and was held by these three Hanako, moving left and right, forward and backward, turning around.

In the end, Wuxu vaguely felt that he had come to a large courtyard, passed through several thresholds, and entered a hall. After being taken to the cloth bag, Wuxu squinted his eyes and saw that in the hall, seven or eight beggars were holding torches, arranged on both sides, and on the top sat a middle-aged man in his forties dressed in clean gray, with two iron beads coiled in the palm of his hand.

The person who had been begging from Wuxu before, called Huazi, bowed to the middle-aged man, clasped his fists, and said loudly, "Elder Liu, the disciple caught a lustful lama in that Qingxiang Building tonight. The one who was called Elder Liu nodded and smiled, "It's hard work." The two businessmen on his left side also got up, clasped their fists and said, "There is Brother Lao Cao, I am grateful!"

That is called Huazi, clenched his fists again, bowed to Elder Liu, and then turned sideways to the two strong men dressed as businessmen and said, "Cao, although he is not good at it, he knows a thing or two about the righteousness of recovering the Han family and doing the right thing for heaven. can serve the righteous army, Cao, liver and brain, no longer give up!", said his solemn expression, and everyone in the hall applauded in unison.

Wuxu was shocked when he heard this, and the righteous army was wondering and depressed. One of the two strong men dressed as businessmen walked over, looked up and down, and asked, "Where are you a lama in the city?

The surname Cao is called Huazi, and when he saw the blonde Wuxu standing there without saying a word, he couldn't help but say angrily, "Damn, when you get here, you still fucking pretend to be superior in front of Lao Tzu and these Han people!" A sweeping leg came directly towards Wuxu.

Wuxu listened to the wind of his leg and knew that if he was an ordinary person, he was afraid that if this leg went down, he would be fractured and disabled. At that moment, silently using spiritual power, only to hear a bang, everyone saw that the surname Cao was called Huazi, and he flew out of the hall upside down, rolling outside for a while, ouching.

The beggars in the hall, as well as the two rebel sergeants dressed as merchants, suddenly held weapons in their hands and surrounded Wuxu.

Wuxu sighed, but he didn't want to knock these people to the ground like Cao Zhaohua just now. Just clasped his palms, sacrificed a white lotus, and then lowered his eyebrows and said in a deep voice, "That's how you do it for heaven on weekdays?"

Suddenly, a strong man stepped forward, was surprised, and asked, "But Master Wuxu?"

Wuxu was stunned for a moment, and took a closer look, this righteous man, with an unfamiliar face, had no impression of himself, and asked hesitantly, "Who are you?"

The strong man, seeing that Wuxu did not deny it, immediately wiped his hand on his face, revealing a young smile with a few pimples on it, and replied, "Jiang Jinchun pays a visit to Master Wuxu." After speaking, he fell to his knees and knocked his head three times in a row.

Wu Xu, looking at the slightly green face in the dust, was thinking about the three words of the river entering the sea, and saw that he bowed to himself, hurriedly held his hands and said, "Hurry up, please get up." I don't know how this little hero knows the little monk. "Wuxu is in his early forties with Moen's body, and he calls himself a little monk because he is not very old, but his appearance is indeed in his early forties, and he is used to covering it up in his usual days, and he unconsciously calls him a little hero.

After Jiang Zhuhai explained, he suddenly realized that he was empty. It turned out that this Jiang Jinchun was the person from Jiangjia Village who he and his junior brother Rujing were expelled from Miaofa Peak that day. Since he was kidnapped by Mo En, his Rujing junior brother, who is now Zhu Yuanzhang, reprimanded Jiangjiacun for his words and deeds of being afraid of the Yuan army and temporarily flattering, and then took away several hot-blooded men with words about fighting swords and doing things for the sky. Among them, there are two brothers, Jiang Zhihai and Jiang Zhuchun.

Jiang Chengchun in the defense of Yingzhou, not only fought bravely, but also good at spying, that day he desperately fought out of the siege, fled to the city of Yingzhou, first the Jialu Yuan army late night siege information with police arrows. Yes, he was relied on by Zhu Yuanzhang and served as a school inspector. This time, he had just been sent to Kaifeng to spy on the enemy of the Yuan army.

Helplessly, under the war, the Yuan Dynasty increased its suppression, and the White Lotus Sect in Kaifeng City either defected to the righteous army early, or were searched and killed. Jiang Jinchun had no choice but to use the power of the beggar gang in the city to arrest a few people for interrogation the next day. He once wanted to send a ghost to God, and he caught Wuxu and came back. Fortunately, Jiang Chengchun once heard Zhu Yuanzhang say that Wuxu may be a lama in the world, and when Wuxu sacrifices the white lotus, his gestures and temperament are the same as that of Jiangjiacun, and it is Jiang Zhichun who boldly recognizes him.

Wuxu listened to Jiang Jinchun's detailed explanation, and recalled the scene of the first adventure in Jiangjia Village that day, and the life and death parting of his own captivity by Moen, and couldn't help but sigh for a while.

Everyone saw that Jiang Jinchun and Wuxu knew each other, and Wuxu seemed to have a lot of background, and he was the senior brother of Zhu Yuanzhang, who was now on one side, so they apologized one after another. Wu Xuben had no intention of embarrassing, and this matter was revealed.

When Wuxu and Jiang Jinchun came to a secret room, Wuxu asked, "That's how you do the way for heaven and help the Han Room?"

As the so-called bow of the boat flies to avoid incense, and the alley is called flowers.

Kuang Fu Han Room swept the hall legs and fished drunk shrimp for Tianxingdao.