Wait a minute.

Did the old lady hear something that she shouldn't have heard?

Can you live forever after eating your meat?

It's all over the calf!

Is this to kill the ghosts?

┌(。 Д。 )┐

Xiao Zhuo's eyes were full of surprise when he looked at Xuanzang.

was aroused by the smell of Xuanzang's body before

Xuanzang nodded seriously.

It seems that—

This little female ghost finally came to her senses!

This is definitely the girl with the worst understanding that the poor monk has ever had.

In contrast, Fang Ling's kind of young female driver is much easier to say.

Everything is easy to do.

Xuanzang looked at Xiao Zhuo with some expectation.

So, you hurry up, the poor monk is just a weak monk, you are a female ghost who is awesome and coaxing, the poor monk must not be able to resist!

If you have a flexible mind, you must use the poor monk as a sustainable resource bank, rather than directly steaming and frying.

How rough that is!

After all, a poor monk can produce hundreds of millions of true essence every day, which is much more valuable than the flesh of a poor monk.

Amitabha, good, good.

"Puff~"

The next moment, Xiao Zhuo knelt in place in a daze.

"Master, please let the little ghost call the shots!"

Xuanzang ...... Meow meow meow ~ o((⊙﹏⊙))o

Female benefactor, do you have any misunderstanding of what the poor monk just said?

......

The main hall of Lanruo Temple.

The wind is sparse and the lights are flickering.

The dilapidated Buddha statue flickered in the light, not only did it not look peaceful, but it looked a little hideous and terrifying, like a hellish ghost.

"Knock knock~"

The sound of the wooden fish and the sound of the ten directions and the debate machine chanting the scriptures make this dilapidated Lanruo Temple like a ghost cave have a trace of popularity.

"Senior brother, will those monsters not come tonight?"

Compared with the calm debate, Shifang seemed a little restless.

The master was captured by a monster, and now he is in prison, and his life may be in danger at any time, how can he be in the mood to recite the scriptures with peace of mind.

Of course, it also has something to do with the terrifying atmosphere here in Lanruo Temple.

Shifang is still quite self-aware of himself.

If it is said that Brother Xuanzang's perception of Buddhism is 100.

Then Brother Debater's perception of the Dharma is like twenty or thirty.

If you say it yourself, maybe it's less than ten.

The sound of the wooden fish stopped abruptly, and the debate machine raised its head slightly to look at the ten directions.

If Xuanzang is here.

You will find that the eyes of the debate machine are too familiar.

This is the way I usually look at the many monks of the Pure Land Temple.

In his dream-like world, he also has a resounding name.

It is commonly known as the contempt of Secretary Dakang.

Shifang suddenly felt unhappy in his heart.

But the key is that I don't know where this panicked heart comes from, which makes Shifang, who was already a little anxious, even more uncomfortable.

"Ten Directions Division—"

"Bang Dang~"

The gate of Lanruo Temple was suddenly blown open by the strong wind.

The oil lamp suddenly dimmed, as if it was about to go out at any moment.

The debate machine was quick and quickly blocked the wind blowing from all directions, so that the oil lamp was not extinguished.

"Ah, the door is blown open by the wind, I'll go—"

The sound disappeared instantly, and the accompanying scent of what seemed to be some special flower wafted in.

The debate machine suddenly shook his heart.

But I couldn't tell what kind of flower it was.

The debater frowned.

"Squeak~"

The door of Lanruo Temple was slowly closed, and the oil lamp returned to its normal brightness.

The debater withdrew his hands.

"Aunt... Girl, you... Who are you?"

Shifang looked at the door with stunned eyes, and stammered.

Only then did the debater notice the front of the ten squares.

It was a young girl in green tulle.

Her long black hair went down to her waist.

The white skin exudes an alluring scent through the thin veil.

The slender legs loom between the tulle, and people can't help but give birth to a strand that tears the tulle apart.

The urge to bury your head in it and find out.

Further down is the slender jade foot that can be held in one hand, white and smooth.

Just by looking at it, you can feel that even the top silk of the Beijing Splendid Workshop will definitely not have a better touch than this pair of jade feet.

The debater felt his heart begin to pound, like a deer running in the mountains and forests, and began to ramble wildly.

"Gollum~"

I can't tell if it's Shifang or the debate machine swallowing saliva.

No one cares about that at the moment.

Both of them paid all their attention to the girl in front of them.

Seeing a beautiful woman can purify your heart and have few desires, who can do it except the Buddha?

Oh, maybe the old prostitute can do it too.

In response to that sentence, only if you have obtained it, you will know how to let go.

It's not cool to pull the calf to put it down, that's definitely a calf.

Even the Buddha Shakya in the story is the world of wealth and enjoyment of all over again, before he founded Buddhism, what the four are empty.

"The two masters, the slave Xiaoqing, live in the back mountain, and I forgot the time when I went out, so I don't know if I can borrow it for one night. ”

Xiaoqing opened his mouth, and the sound of the clear spring made Shifang's white face instantly flush.

Shifang, who grew up in the temple since childhood, has never had such close contact with a girl.

I've never heard such a soft voice.

The Western Elysium that the master spoke of is nothing more than this feeling.

Shifang couldn't help but start thinking crankily.

But at the moment when the girl spoke, the eyes of the debate machine, which were originally a little obsessed, instantly became sharp.

On the smooth head, a fine drop of cold sweat broke out.

Desolate place outside a town.

How can a barefoot woman be here on the big night?

Although the debater instinctively has a good impression of this woman, but-

Debate machine is not stupid!

Opposite.

If there is no Xuanzang in the Pure Land Temple, the debate machine is the most outstanding genius in the Pure Land Temple for thousands of years.

Even attaining the Arhat status is not impossible.

Well, the kind that doesn't rely on relationships to prove the position of Luo Han Guo.

So the debate retains its sanity.

In the location of the place where it was linked, it was instantly clear to the debate machine.

"Amitabha, Lanruo Temple has long been ownerless, if the female donor has no place to stay, just come in. Shi Fang hurriedly stepped forward and said eagerly.

"Thank you, little master. ”

Xiaoqing bent down and thanked him.

The snow-white and broad chest as the full moon suddenly came into view.

"No thanks, no thanks. ”

Shifang felt that his nose was a little hot.

Hurriedly wiped away the bright red blood flowing from his nostrils, and pretended to be indifferent.

Looking at the blood in Shifang's nostrils, Xiaoqing licked her lips gently, and a fierce glint flashed in her eyes.

"Giggles, little master is really interesting. Xiao Qingjiao smiled.

Just when Xiaoqing was about to continue to say something.

"Amitabha!"

Suddenly, the debate machine shouted the Buddha's name.

The whole person sat cross-legged in place.

Xiaoqing was stunned, not knowing what this monk was going to do.

“@%#&￥%￥&...... ￥”

Bursts of obscure scriptures came out of the mouth of the debater.

The debate machine was chanting the Buddha's name while staring at Xiaoqing tightly.

Amitabha Buddha will let the Dharma of the poor monk surpass you, the wandering soul and wild ghost!