The monk didn't die after smashing so deeply, his right hand moved, and he struggled to prop himself on the ground, and then raised his head with great difficulty.

His head is very round, his face is wet with mud at the moment, he can't see his facial features, and he is gray like a tea egg that has only been boiled on one side.

Xiao Yue squatted on the edge of the pit and stared at him with wide eyes, the monk struggled for a while and found that the card was too deep for him to get up, and looked at Yun Yue weakly: "Donor, saving people's lives is better than building a seventh-level floating slaughter, can you help the little monk?"

Yun Yue raised her eyebrows: "Okay." ”

Hearing that Yun Yue agreed so happily, a polite smile appeared on the monk's muddy face, but after only half of the smile, he was stuck there by Xiao Yue's words.

"How much do you give?" Xiao Yue squatted on the edge of the pit with her hands on her cheeks, and if you looked closely, you would find that the corners of her mouth were trembling, this monk's expression was really funny.

However, laughing at people in front of them for losing their daughters, Yun Yue could only endure it at the moment, and the corners of her mouth kept trembling.

The monk left the ground with his hands, made a fold shape, and then fell back to the ground, closing his eyes: "Amitabha, the donor will hurt his feelings when he talks about money." ”

Yun Yue learned his movements, and said in a similar manner: "Amitabha, my Buddha does not cross the poor ghosts." ”

"Bah!" the monk raised his eyebrows, he seemed to have educated a group of boys not long ago, and he was punished so soon?!

"The poor also look at character, good people, saved. ”

Yun Yue looked down at him innocently: "How can you be considered a good person?"

The monk cleared his throat: "For example, me." ”

Yun Yue asked him again, "But how do I know if you are good or bad?"

"The little monk has money. ”

Now Xiao Yue stopped smiling at him, and said sharply: "Hand it over!"

"You girl is so tough!"

Yun Yue sighed: "You just work hard for a while and a half and will get up, I'm a weak woman, how can I help you without getting paid?"

The little body of the garlic hoof who stayed in Xiao Yue's arms trembled, Xiao Yue is a weak woman?!

The woman who stepped on the horse had two words from the inside out: unscrupulous.

Very fierce and unscrupulous, we are sisters if we have money, how far we can go without money!

Xiao Yue quietly grabbed the long rabbit ears of the garlic hoof, and the root of the life was held in his hand, how could the garlic hoof dare to slander, and honestly rubbed the palm of the moon to please him.

Hearing Yun Yue's words, the old monk sighed, he met an opponent today.

He raised his head and closed his eyes and shouted, "Girl, you pull me up, and I'll give you money." ”

Xiao Yue raised her eyebrows: "Cheng!"

At that moment, he found a strong branch, and it took a lot of effort to pull the monk out of the pit.

I saw the monk standing on the edge of the pit, shaking off the fallen leaves on his clothes, wiping the mud on his face, and reaching out to his chest to take out something.

Yun Yue's peach blossom eyes watched his movements very seriously, and when she finally took it out, her thin eyebrows gradually wrinkled.

"What the hell?"

What the monk was holding in his hand was not a silver tael, but several long rectangular green tickets, on which were painted a middle-aged man, all of which were written with things she did not recognize.

The monk thought she was too little, and pulled out a few bigger red tickets: "Is it enough?"

Yun Yue still frowned, and her tone was like asking a fool: "You want to fool me with a few pieces of paper?"

The monk almost smoked when he heard Yun Yue's words, and the money he earned by his hard work was said by this little girl to be paper?

"This is RMB!" (This monk is from the latest chapter of the gods Mo Zhi Lao Tzu: The Lotus Pond Monk.) ）

Yun Yue was confused: "What is RMB?"

"Money!" the monk was amazed before noticing Xiao Yue's clothes.

This young lady is a model, and the sword next to her doesn't look like a prop......

The monk tentatively bent down and raised his hand to touch the red bone sword beside Yun Yue, Yun Yue was startled, hurriedly stopped, and drank coldly: "Don't touch it!"

The monk's attention was on the bone sword, and it was easy for Yu Yue to push him away.

The hand is escaping, the wide sleeve is not, gently caressing the sword body, the fabric becomes two fast.

"This is a baby!" the monk looked at his torn sleeve robe in amazement, it would be good if he brought it back to chop wood!

Yun Yue breathed a sigh of relief, did this person want to touch porcelain and then extort money?!

Thinking of this, Yun Yue silently collected the bone sword and looked at the monk vigilantly.

The bone sword turned into a luminous light and submerged into the body of the moon at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the monk rubbed his eyes in disbelief, could this girl be a strange person like Ye Mu?

Yun Yue stood up and straightened the hem of her skirt, and said coldly: "Don't think about touching porcelain." ”

The monk touched his head, the mud in his hand was stained with the back of his head, and he was a little embarrassed and said, "Girl, I just see that your sword is beautiful and I want to touch it." ”

Yun Yue ignored it, took a step back and looked at him vigilantly, the garlic hooves in her arms were also clenched, ready to scratch this inexplicable person at any time.

The monk saw that Xiaoyue was wary, and looked around helplessly, how could there suddenly be more ginkgo forests, after thinking about it, he still opened his mouth to Xiaoyue and asked, "Girl, where is this?"

"South of Los Angeles. Xiao Yue also sensed that something was wrong with the monk at this moment, and stared at him vigilantly with a pair of peach blossom eyes.

This time it's the monk's turn to be confused, I haven't heard of this place!

After pondering for a moment, he asked, "What year?"

"Jade and thirty-six years. ”

What kind of country is this?

The monk was completely stunned at this time, and his brain was racing rapidly, and finally only four words came up: he crossed over!

Why did you suddenly cross over?

Before he could sort out the situation, Satsuki had already walked around and towards the ginkgo tree behind him.

Now the only living person here is Xiaoyue, and the monk doesn't want to see him follow.

"Girl, wait for me!"

Yun Yue ignored him and walked behind the tree by herself.

The red cloth was indeed a set of wedding clothes, but the one in the wedding dress had become a white bone, and the skeleton was a woman.

This should be the ginkgo girl I'm looking for.

The moon bowed to the white bone, and with a word of offense, she summoned the bone sword and rummaged around it.

Aside from the fallen leaves at hand, there is an incomparably gorgeous phoenix crown, and there is a black and slimy unknown object pressed underneath.

This should be her hair.

Yun Yue pulled out the silk handkerchief from the cuffs, squatted down and carefully smoked the wet green silk, just touched it, and felt a chill behind it.

Xiao Yue looked back sharply, but there was nothing.

Looking up at the somewhat reddened sky, he forcibly ignored the fear in his heart, forget it, fight quickly, what if there were any more monsters.

The monk didn't understand her intentions, so he stood next to him and persuaded: "Girl, it's not good to move the dead. ”

Yun Yue didn't raise her head: "I want her hair, now that she's dead, she won't be able to find it in a few years." ”

"Then the little monk helped you overtake her, and you will take it again?"

"No, thank you. ”

Yun Yue politely refused, and while the two were talking, she had already pulled out five or six green silks from the black thing, folded the four corners of the silk handkerchief, and carefully put them into the cuffs.

You can go back.

Yun Yue packed up, stood up and wanted to leave, remembered something, turned his head and asked the monk: "I will take you to the city, where are you going at will?"

It's not a good idea to leave someone in this unpopulated place, so let's help.

The town should be better than being alone in the forest at night, the monk thought about it and nodded.

"Done. ”

After speaking, Yun Yue turned her head, but was startled by the scene in front of her.

It was still an empty place just now, and I don't know when there was a wooden house, and on the corridor in front of the door was a woman in red half-lying drinking.

Isn't this the one who painted the boat just now? Why did you get here so quickly, and this house, it's weird!

Xiao Yue subconsciously wanted to turn around and leave, but her body seemed to be controlled by something, and she made the opposite action to her thoughts.

Turning around, he walked in the direction of the wooden house, seeing that he was getting closer and closer, and Xiao Yue felt a little guilty in his heart, but his body was not under his control at all!

Thankfully, she stopped by the guardrail, not onto the porch.

There is still a chance to escape!" Xiao Yue thought secretly, looking up at the old bustard.

The monk still didn't know the situation, and ran to Xiao Yue's side in a few big strides, looking at her suspiciously: "Girl, what's wrong with you?"

Yun Yue wanted to answer, but found that her throat seemed to be choked, and it was difficult to breathe.

The woman in red glanced at the two of them lightly, and the slender jade pointed to the futon opposite the small table, and her red lips opened lightly: "Sit." ”

As soon as the words fell, Xiao Yue walked in the direction pointed by the woman, climbed the steps, and sat down on the futon.

Even if the monk doesn't know the situation anymore, he should understand that there is a ghost at this moment, so he simply doesn't follow, takes a few steps back and hides behind the ginkgo tree, and he has to keep an eye on it at any time, if this girl is killed, he can still help.

Not because of her sword, no!

The woman didn't care about the monk, her white and soft hand picked up a sandalwood box beside her and put it on the small table and pushed it to Xiaoyue.

Losing control of her body, she could only watch her hand open the sandalwood box, which contained about ten letters, a string of beads and a ginkgo fruit.

The woman in red raised her head and poured a sip of wine, before she slowly spoke to Yun Yue, her tone without any emotion: "Her body is rotten, and her hair has no spirituality, you listen to me tell a story, how about this box is yours?"

If you don't have spirituality, you can't use it, that is to say, the only thing you can use is the one in front of you?

After weighing the pros and cons several times, Xiao Yue gritted her teeth and nodded.

Seeing her nodding, the woman also put down the wine glass, her eyes drifted to the topaz hairpin in the box, and her tone was slow.

There was a painting boat near the pier in South Los Angeles, which opened overnight.

It is not for viewing feasts or fornications.

There are prostitutes living in it, and the best prostitutes in the whole of Los Angeles are there, and there are a lot of piano, chess, calligraphy and paintings, but there are just more lowly jobs.

Although it was strange to start all night, I couldn't bear the beauty of the girl inside, and soon half of the hearts of the men in the city were hooked.

Especially the first brand ginkgo, a pure little face, anyone who sees it is pitiful.

The wharf is located in an excellent location, opposite a ginkgo forest, and in autumn, the eyes are full of gold.

Ginkgo loved to look at the place in a daze, and when she didn't pick up customers, she stood by the window for a day, which was the place she often went in her dreams.

She felt that only the golden sea like light could completely wash away her filthy body and get a sense of stability in her heart.

It's not like a painting boat that can't get out of this life, and you can only survive by selling yourself every day.

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ps: The state is not right, and I'm too sleepy, let's start first, and wait for the evening to modify the plot.