At that time, the swords were only a tenths of a centimeter from his skin.

But he couldn't make the sword-wielding people on the other side fall in love with him.

Because they're all men!

Although the poor monk once wanted to enter the martial arts academy, the poor monk did not engage in the foundation.

Heaven gave him a magic spear, how could a poor monk use a magic spear to use a magic spear as a-stirring stick!

However, Xuanzang's head was unusually clear at this moment, and he did not panic at all.

This is the confidence brought by strength.

The first level of dragon elephant Prajna Gong was completed, which gave Xuanzang a lot of confidence.

"Little bald donkey, who are you?"

There was a middle-aged man sitting in the room with a majestic atmosphere, and next to the middle-aged man was a group of people dressed as domestic servants.

Before, Lao Zhong only saw the middle-aged man go in.

And at the moment, it is a room full of people.

Xuanzang was looking at the middle-aged man.

This man was tall but gloomy, and he dragged it like 2580000, as if everyone owed him millions.

The appearance is dignified, but he has always put on a stinky face, and he is obviously usually very short-tempered, and this kind of person is generally quite short-lived.

To put it simply, it's a little stumbling.

However, when he saw this person, Xuanzang had a good feeling in his heart.

It's like seeing the old man in his previous life.

But although his father-in-law looks a little stumbling, his daughter is beautiful!

Xuanzang was looking at the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man was also looking at Xuanzang.

But he was born with a good skin.

But he looks like a monk, which is obviously trying to cover it up, so that he can cover it up with monks.

Oily and powdery, and when he laughs, he is also cheap, and he doesn't look like a good person at first glance.

It's like a monk.

"Amitabha, a poor monk is a monk, not a bald donkey. ”

Xuanzang corrected the words of the middle-aged man in front of him with a smile, and said the bald donkey in front of the monk.

This is a matter of picking!

"It's all the same. ”

Middle-aged people do not retract their own statements, although sometimes some people can retract themselves.

But this little monk is definitely not included in this.

"Amitabha, it's different, uncle, you may have some misunderstanding about the bald donkey. ”

Xuanzang still has that unbeaten expression.

"Who's your name, uncle?"

The middle-aged man on the opposite side said with the bruises on his forehead exposed.

Labor and management are in the prime of life, okay, uncle, the whole family is your uncle!

At the moment when the middle-aged man's words fell, Xuanzang could clearly feel that the knife on his neck was getting closer, so that the pores around the skin showed signs of tightening.

"Amitabha, it's all the same, it's all the same. ”

Same as nmlgb.

"Suck ~"

Taking a deep breath, the middle-aged man calmed down.

The middle-aged man felt that he had unconsciously seemed to be brought into rhythm by this little monk, and he even forgot to ask what he wanted to ask.

Sharp teeth!

Without hesitation, he put another label on Xuanzang.

"Little monk, your courage is not small. ”

After calming down, the middle-aged man looked at Xuanzang with some appreciation.

was put on the neck with a knife without the slightest change of color, and dared to scold himself, but there was some merit.

"This eldest brother praised falsely, the poor monk has a Buddha in his heart, everything in the world is a test for the poor monk in the eyes of the poor monk, death is just the beginning of another life, what is the poor monk afraid of. ”

Xuanzang said nonsense, but his face was like an epiphany Buddhist monk.

When the middle-aged man heard Xuanzang call his eldest brother, he immediately raised his eyebrows, but he didn't say anything.

It's better to call your eldest brother than your own uncle.

Although the uncle is a generation higher than the eldest brother, who wants to be called big for no reason.

By the time Xuanzang said the latter paragraph, the middle-aged man's brows were already wrinkled and he could be a hook.

Xuanzang felt that it should be more than enough for his underwear to hang on it.

"You monks, what you talk all day long is better than what you sing, if everyone believes in the Buddha and looks forward to the next life, then the whole world is not all messed up. The middle-aged man said dissatisfied.

The people of Buddhism are indeed a group of brainwashed people.

The middle-aged man's words were originally complaints, and he didn't expect Xuanzang to answer.

"Amitabha, what the donor said is reasonable. ”

Xuanzang's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly replied.

The middle-aged man's words are bright!

After so many years in the Pure Land Temple, I have long been dissatisfied with that group of bald people, and now I hear others also saying that those bald people are not.

It's like a bottle of tactical Sprite after eating a spicy hot pot.

The heart is cold, the heart is flying!

If you take a closer look, I suddenly feel that this old brother is actually quite good-looking.

He's a handsome old guy.

"What, what did you say?"

The middle-aged man opposite was stunned, he felt as if he was having auditory hallucinations.

This monk, is he agreeing with his own words?

Is this really a monk?

Mo is not a fake monk.

But if you look closely, if this monk has long hair, it is quite pleasing to the eye.

"The poor monks have long been unhappy with those bald people. ”

Xuanzang seemed to have discovered a new continent and was about to step forward.

The several long swords in front of him suddenly pressed tightly to Xuanzang's neck, and if Xuanzang took another step forward, Xuanzang's blood was splashed on the spot.

"Just talk here. ”

A man dressed as a domestic servant in the lead said coldly.

"Heh, I'll talk to my eldest brother, what's wrong with you. ”

Xuanzang still had a warm smile, but his palm was slightly raised to pinch the sword body on his neck.

Slightly hard, there is a smile on his face.

"Alright, this time—"

"Ah, help!"

"Bold and demonic, the old man still dares to be presumptuous here!"

"Hum~"

A stream of peaceful Buddha light sprinkled, and the entire inn seemed to be covered with a layer of golden light.

"Something happened, hurry up and take a look!"

The middle-aged man stood up and commanded.

Xuanzang also took advantage of the time when these house slaves were in a daze, and hurriedly ran upstairs.

"Click~"

As soon as he got out of the private room, the sound of the railing being broken sounded.

Before he could see clearly, a figure fell from the sky.

Subconsciously raised his hand to catch this figure.

In an instant, a faint fragrance penetrated into the nostrils and rushed straight to the brain.

The soft touch made Xuanzang instantly know that the delicate body in his arms was a woman!

Amitabha, the poor monk is just saving people.

The fingers that were holding below subconsciously pinched it.

"Huh~"

The seductive moaning sound made Xuanzang's eyes subconsciously a little weak.

Is this definitely just a subconscious action, not intentional?

Amitabha Buddha monks don't speak, and everything the poor monks say is the truth.

However, it's so soft~

"How long do you have to hold the bald donkey!"

The roar came from the previous private room, and Xuanzang's originally empty eyes instantly became serious.

"Amitabha, when it's time to let go, you naturally have to let go. ”

Slowly put down the delicate body in his arms.

This Nima, why does he always have the feeling of cheating with other people's wives and then getting caught?

The heart is weak, but the face does not change.

After all, do you really think that pretending to be a virtuous monk to fool people depends entirely on acting skills?

Wrong, very wrong.

The poor monk relies on a face that can't be pierced by armor-piercing bullets!

"Amitabha, the old man is here to subdue the demon, what are you doing to catch the old man!"

Upstairs, there was an angry and deplorable voice from the old monk.