At this time, I only heard a figure suddenly flash in the sky above the small courtyard, and a person had already fallen lightly into the small courtyard. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The person who came was Chang Qing.

She had already found it so quickly.

As soon as Bai Zhu saw her, he immediately took three or four steps back like a rabbit seeing an eagle, his heart had already jumped to his throat, and he was so nervous that he almost tripped over the granite steps in front of the door.

The broken monk was still smiling, looking at Chang Qing's face, he suddenly folded his hands, asked Chang Qing, and said loudly: "Amitabha! ”

Chang Qing stared at the monk's robe that was full of countless patches but still looked clean for a long time before he asked angrily, "Where did the poor monk come from?"

The monk said loudly: "Amitabha! The benefactor Mo laughs at the poor monk, and there is no appearance in the world. ”

Chang Qing said: "Oh, let me ask you which bald donkey from the deep mountains and old forests dares to take food in the tiger's mouth?"

The monk said: "Amitabha! Compassion is the gateway to the Buddha's path and the mind of the Buddhas. Monks should take the Buddha as their heart and compassion as their mind, and since they are compassionate people, how can they not have compassion?"

Chang Qing sneered: "You bald donkey, what kind of ability do you dare to come to me and make a big fuss?"

The monk said: "The poor monk has no ability, he can only talk about cause and effect. ”

Chang Qing said, "Oh, what kind of cause and effect are you talking about?"

The monk said: "The former is the cause, and the latter is the effect; the author is the cause, and the recipient is the effect." Just as planting melons and getting melons, planting beans and reaping beans, planting is the cause and getting the effect. How can we reap the harvest if we do not sow it? Good causes will reap good results, and evil causes will reap bad results. Therefore, to know the cause of the past life, the recipient of this life is, and to know the cause of the future life, the author of this life is. ”

Chang Qing said: "I don't like to talk nonsense with you, do you know who I am?"

The monk said: "The poor monk has just known the donor's respect, and he has also heard that the donor is hiding. Just opening a brothel, robbing the population, leaning on the door to laugh, promoting the fornication of men and women, and considering it as a life, so corrupting the rules and harming others and benefiting oneself, there is no blessing to the lion in the light and enjoy the freedom of heaven. ”

Chang Qing sneered and said: "Opening a brothel, although it is my livelihood, it is also the creation of many people, this is exactly the work of making up four and six, perfect matching, seamless, convenient for all living beings, endless fun, presumably even God does not dare to blame." ”

The monk laughed and said, "Amitabha! karma is not at all unpleasant. The Buddha said that a good man, if someone puts ten prostitutions for financial gain. One by one, there are thousands of ****. One by one, all kinds of solemnity. Trick many people into wanting things. and so on until the full millennium. The conviction of this person is not justified. He paused, folded his hands again, and said, "The sea of bitterness is boundless, and turning back is the shore." If the donor can wake up, the poor monk will hide the scriptures with you, light a lamp, eliminate disasters and eliminate sins, and ascend to good fruits early. The karma of eternity has been entangled since then, and the cycle of reincarnation will never end. ”

Chang Qing said angrily: "You bald donkey, as a monk, you still speak so rudely, what are you relying on?"

The monk said: "The poor monks have nothing to fear, it is the poor monks who are afraid of it." ”

Chang Qing said: "Oh? But you better understand, if you dare to meddle in your affairs, do you want to know what happened to you?"

The monk still smiled and said, "Amitabha! The poor monk entered the empty door, and his heart was unhindered. It is convenient to travel every day, and always send the heart of the Tao. But if you do equal things, why know the future?"

Chang Qing sneered: "If you don't get out of the way, and the nonsense continues, I will kill you immediately." ”

The monk said: "There is no Amitabha Buddha in the south! If you do too much injustice, you will kill yourself, if the donor has a bad idea and insists on going his own way, he is only afraid that retribution will be in the present." The flesh of delusion may not be able to be born, and the bones of cultivation will be turned into powder!"

When Chang Qing heard this, she was furious and said, "You bald donkey who doesn't know what to do, I'll send you to hell now!" As soon as her hands flipped over, the person had already rushed forward, and the pair of vajra iron claws in her hands had already grabbed the chest of the broken monk.

The broken monk still had a smile on his face, but his fat body, which weighed at least two hundred pounds, suddenly flew out in the air.

Chang Qing's lightning blow has been missed. The vajra iron claw in her hand didn't even catch the tattered robe on the broken monk's body.

The broken monk had already landed lightly next to the pillar on the side of the door, looking at Chang Qing with a "hee" smile.

Chang Qing immediately jumped up and chased after him, a pair of iron claws in his hands with the sound of "whirring" wind, attacking left and right, and hitting the head of the broken monk. Her shots are fast and powerful.

The monk did not fight back, but threw his head back. has already dodged Chang Qing's trick again.

Chang Qing's iron claws have been struck out again, each move is faster than the other, and every move of hers is a killing move. But although the person who broke the hall and the monk always stood there, as if he hadn't even moved, Chang Qing's every blow miraculously missed.

Chang Qing made another move, taking the monk's chest with his left hand, and grabbing the monk's heavenly spirit cover with his right hand. But the fat body of the broken monk had suddenly moved behind the doorpost like a ghost.

Chang Qing's body turned slightly, and another silver light swept through, directly taking the occipital muscles of the broken monk. This blow was lightning and lightning was not as fast as it was for the eyes. But the monk miraculously dodged the blow, as if the monk himself was just a shadow. Chang Qing's iron claws slammed into the huge wooden pillars. The strength of her hand was surprisingly great, and at the moment she grasped it, the wooden pillars that were brushed with tung oil and much thicker than the mouth of the bowl were immediately clawed by the claws of her hand, and then the whole house seemed to tremble. The sawdust was brought out in a gust of wind and flew away, hitting the monk in the hall.

As soon as the monk raised his hand, a gust of wind suddenly rolled up, and the flying sawdust miraculously disappeared in an instant, and seemed to have all fallen into the sleeve of his ragged robe.

The four puppies who were still playing in the courtyard were frightened when they saw this situation, and they also "whimpered" and ran back to the nest in the corner. A black who guards her son immediately ran out of the kennel, barked twice, and went straight to Chang Qing's chest.

The was almost biting the placket of Chang Qing's chest.

Chang Qing was furious in his heart, and the iron claws in his hands immediately swung towards the's head.

If this blow really hits the dog's head, its head will definitely bloom into a flower, into a red flower with blurred flesh and blood.

Just as Chang Qing's iron claws were about to hit the black dog's head, the broken monk who was standing not far behind the pillar suddenly threw out the rosary in his hand and hit Chang Qing's right wrist hard, knocking her hand away. Chang Qing only felt that his right arm was completely numb in an instant. Then the had already smacked her left arm, and when she turned around, she ran away with her tail between her legs.