"Woo woo woo~"

The leaves outside the temple were rustled.

The dim oil lamps in the temple swayed from side to side, swaying like a drunk.

"Smack!"

The wine bowl in Yan Chixia's hand fell to the ground with a clattering sound.

"What, you repeat what just happened!"

Yan Chixia looked at the teenagers as if she couldn't believe it, her face was unprecedentedly serious, and the hand that was holding the wine bowl before grabbed the wrist of the nobleman in brocade.

"Radiant Radiation~"

"Let go of Childe!"

"Bold!"

......

Yan Chixia's movements seemed to have touched some kind of cordon, and in an instant, there were many swords in Lanruo Temple, and the aura of slaughter filled the entire Lanruo Temple.

The situation became extremely anxious for a moment.

Even the debate machine and Shifang, who were being stimulated by Xuanzang, also raised their heads slightly, and looked at Yan Chixia with some doubts.

Is there something wrong with what this benefactor just said?

"No problem. “

The young man who was grabbed by Yan Chixia's wrist waved his hand, and the sharp blades that came out of the sheath suddenly returned to their sheaths, but the atmosphere did not ease down at all, and all the people present looked at Yan Chixia vigilantly.

There is a tendency to do things when you don't agree.

"This Taoist master, what he said below is true. ”

Pulling out his hand, the noble man in brocade looked at Yan Chixia with a little more appreciation.

How do men's friendships generally come about?

Go to the toilet together and support each other.

Pick up soap in the bathroom together.

Ahem, there seems to be something wrong

In fact, there are two things that are easiest for men to get into.

I fought together, and I prostituted women together.

"Hey~"

Yan Chixia showed an obscene expression to the noble son in brocade, and the noble boy in brocade replied with an expression that everyone understands.

(*^▽^*)

It's all in plain sight.

"Amitabha, there is an old demon entrenched here, and the master of the poor monk was arrested here, you donors must be careful. Shifang said with a frown and some concern.

"Amitabha, what Senior Brother Shifang said is right, how can there be a place for fireworks in this wilderness, let alone such a dilapidated temple. The debate machine also reminded with a worried face.

Today's monks practice Hinayana Buddhism.

The so-called Hinayana Buddhism is to respect only the Buddha and only cross one's own body, which is somewhat similar to Taoism, but it is a little different.

There used to be masters of Buddhism and Taoism who summarized the affairs of their own sect, which is roughly.

Buddhism: Believe me, believe me, believe me, Amitabha, compassion.

Taoism: Love faith, don't believe in rolling, don't hinder the rise of labor and capital.

"Cut, you group of fake monks know a fart, do you know that the happy spirits know? Do you know that the free house is not built in the wilderness, we literati play with fun, do you understand the taste? What you want is that this wilderness is unknown!"

The black-faced man suddenly said with great pride.

The debate machine looked up at the black-faced man and bowed his head silently.

These words—

It would have been fine if the other donors had said it, but this black-faced donor said it.

The debater always felt like he wanted to laugh.

No, I can't hold it anymore.

This must be the Buddha's test for the poor monks, and the poor monks must endure it.

Release raised his head and stole a glance at the black-faced youth.

"Look, I'm not right, your master probably doesn't want to leave here. ”

The black-faced young man showed a fierce expression and said fiercely.

Shifang wanted to defend but didn't dare to speak, so he had to bow his head and remain silent.

The master said that the monks don't speak, but he is quite afraid of this black-faced young man, so instead of telling lies, he should bow his head and be silent.

The group of young people around the black-faced youth were also silent and silent.

These words—

I can't take it anymore!

Just what your family looks like.

We feel you may have some misconceptions about cultural people.

"So, let's go first. ”

Showing a smile to Yan Chixia, the noble son in brocade led his group towards the Zen room in the backyard.

I have to say that although Lanruo Temple has become very dilapidated, the meditation room is mostly intact and very clean, as if someone is regularly tidying up and maintaining.

"Lord Yan Shi. ”

Shifang saw that the smirking Yan Chixia was about to leave, and hurriedly spoke.

"I'll talk about it tomorrow. ”

Yan Chixia said, humming a song in an unknown tune and walking towards the meditation room.

Grandma's, I didn't expect there to be such a good place in this wilderness.

"Senior brother, this-"

Shifang is a little anxious, why do they run to the back meditation room one by two, this is a demon cave, why is everyone like this.

"Amitabha, don't panic. ”

The debate machine was still sitting cross-legged, with a faint smile on his face.

"There is a poor monk sitting here tonight, and there is a senior brother Xuanzang in the meditation room, if there are no monsters, it will be fine, if there is-"

The debater smiled.

When the ten parties heard it, this is reasonable!

After all, Senior Brother Debate Ji was a Buddhist sage who transformed a frog spirit in Hulu Mountain during the day, thinking about the ferocity of that frog spirit during the day, Shifang felt that the monster of Lanruo Temple seemed to be like that.

But why do I feel more and more panicked?

Turn on the fire fold.

Lightly tap the wick of the fuel lamp.

"Woo woo woo~"

The wind outside the window was like a demon wailing, constantly making oozing sounds.

The freshly lit oil lamp flickered constantly.

The ruined walls with cobwebs are full of lights.

Today's wind is very noisy!

"Knock knock~"

A graceful figure appeared at the door, and a crisp knock sounded in Xuanzang's heart.

Xuanzang's eyes lit up.

Even the bald head seemed to have become much more rounded at this moment.

"Master—"

"Squeak~"

The door was opened.

The girl standing outside the door was obviously stunned by the sudden opening of the door.

I haven't said anything later, why did this door open?

It's not the same as a written script!

"Amitabha, it's windy outside, so please go to the meditation room to warm up. ”

There was a slight lazy voice in the crisp linen, which made the woman shake and look up.

At this moment, the woman felt her heart pounding.

Although, I have long lost my heartbeat.

What is the task that grandma explains, what is the other party is a monk of the Pure Land Temple, everything seems to be not so important in the woman's opinion.

It's a long night.

He is a woman, he is a man.

That's enough!

The fiery eyes stared at Xuanzang tightly, as if he wanted to swallow Xuanzang's whole person, even the bones and flesh, into his stomach.

"The night is long, and I don't want to sleep, is the same with the little master. ”

The night is slightly cool, the sound of the clear spring flowing water is delicate, moisturizing the hungry and thirsty hearts under the night, the girl slowly moves forward, the half-hidden and half-exposed gauze with the silky eyes, can make the harder steel instantly turn into finger softness.

In an instant, the distance between the two narrowed, and the woman felt as if she could hear the powerful breathing pulsation of the little monk at this moment.

Huh~

The girl clamped her legs, trying not to make a fool of herself, and her eyes were still staring at Chen Xuanzang.

"Amitabha, the poor monk Chen Xuanzang, came from the Pure Land Temple, waiting here to take the essence. ”

Xuanzang didn't squint, and said seriously.