In order to get the Ximo stick, Qin indifferently meditated and tried to weave a lie in vain, hoping to convince Miao Zhu to stay in the temple temporarily. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

At this time, his heart was full of admiration for the liberal arts cat. One by one, they can speak well, and they can plan seamless excuses one by one. We, the science and engineering dogs, are quick to act and reluctant to speak, and we can't squeeze out any urgency even after racking our brains, so we hummed twice, and Qin Innoran didn't come up with a proper excuse.

Miaozhu looked at Qin Innoran coldly, "Donor, the temple is a pure place, if there is nothing else to do, please go back!"

Driven away by Miao Zhu, Qin Moran was secretly anxious in his heart. With a horizontal heart, he rolled up his sleeves, revealing the black mark on his arm.

"Lord Miaozhu, I don't hide it, I am the descendant of the five-clawed dragon. You see, on my arm, there is also a totem of a five-clawed dragon......" Qin Moran leaned the dark green mark on his arm to Miao Zhu's eyes, hoping to attract the attention of the other party.

Of course, it would be even better if the other party really knew the ins and outs of this mark.

"Descendant of the five-clawed dragon? Miao Zhu sneered and glanced at the mark on Qin Moran's arm, "It's just a messy birthmark." If this is also the totem of the five-clawed dragon, in this world, I don't know how many descendants of the five-clawed dragon there are. Donor, there is a monkey-like birthmark on the old man's buttocks, could it be that he is the descendant of the Great Sage of the Heavenly Ape?"

Qin Mo was speechless, he refused to be reconciled, his eyes rolled, and suddenly glimpsed a line of words engraved on the Ximo stick, which turned out to be very familiar Chinese and traditional. These words are very different from the other words in the temple. My heart suddenly sank, could it be that this tidal ink stick came from the earth?

At this time, he couldn't bother to study the origin of this tidal ink stick in detail. Thinking about the traditional Chinese characters on the Ximo stick, Xu Miaozhu didn't know it. So he pointed to the ink stick and said: "Lord Miaozhu, I am really the descendant of the dragon, just like the words on that stick, it is also the inheritance of our dragon clan." I'm serious, please trust me!"

"Oh, you said that the pattern on this broken stick is your inheritance text?" Miao Zhu glared, and said indifferently with a mocking face: "So, noble dragon clan descendant, please tell me, what is written on this stick?"

Hehe, although these words are traditional Chinese, they can't help but buddy.

Qin Moran coughed, cleared his throat, pointed at the Ximo stick, and read word by word: "Heaven and earth are unkind, and all things are used as dogs."

This sentence comes from Lao Tzu's Tao Te Ching, which means that heaven and earth treat all things in the world equally. After reading the ten words, Qin Moran only felt that his thoughts were accessible, so he wanted to show off and learn to explain one or two.

Unexpectedly, the temple Zhu suddenly turned his face, his eyes widened, and he snorted angrily and picked up the tide ink stick, and slammed his head and face at Qin Moran.

Qin was indifferently shocked, he didn't know why this old guy suddenly went crazy, and attacked him indiscriminately, this Ximo stick was hard and heavy, more lethal than a steel rod, if he was really knocked on the head, maybe a stick would smash his head.

He dodged with all his strength, barely dodging the first blow, but he was hit hard by a stick on the shoulder, and a sharp pain came from his heart, Qin Moran had to wonder if this stick had smashed his bones.

The old donkey is really too deceitful!

Qin Moran was so angry that he was not a good-tempered person, and when he was in college, he was also a good hand at fighting. Seeing that the other party is unreasonable, he will start fighting if he doesn't say a word, and he will fight back with an instinctive wave of his arm.

However, when he was seriously injured and just recovered, he clenched his fist and waved his arm, only then did he realize that his arm was sore, and this punch was estimated to not cause much damage to the opponent.

"Old donkey, you actually attacked me! You wait for me!" Knowing that he couldn't beat the other party, Qin Mo put down a cruel word, turned around and fled. Secretly ruthless in my heart, the old thing actually attacked my buddy, it's just that, we have to steal the Ximo stick, and only then can we get rid of our hatred by angry old guys.

"Bastard boy, don't run!" Miao Zhu chased after him, waving the tide ink stick in his hand, and swept it on Qin Moran's ass again, and a tingling pain came, probably scratching the skin.

Mom, this temple wishes the old man to run fast! Could it be that the old guy practiced track and field before he left home?

Qin Mo ran away with his head in his hands and ran towards the exit of the temple quickly.

Miaozhu was very angry, scolding all the way, chasing all the way.

From the main hall to the exit of the temple, a total of seven hundred and twenty-four steps, Qin Moran was beaten with twelve sticks. Thanks to him, he didn't get a stick on his head, otherwise, maybe next year today would be his sacrifice day.

"Help! Temple Zhu kills people!" Qin Moran shouted loudly while fleeing for his life.

However, the temple is a pure place, and no one hears it.

Qin Mo was panicked like a lost dog, jumped out of the temple gate, and rushed forward without hesitation. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw that the old temple Zhu chased to the door of the temple, and for some reason, he stopped the pursuit.

Qin Moran's heart was relieved, and he secretly thought to himself, maybe this temple is bound to the precepts of the temple, and he must not leave the temple at will.

I was happy, but suddenly there was the sound of a foreign object breaking through the air.

Qin Moran instinctively flashed, and he felt that his vest had been hit by a heavy object. It felt like being hit with a brick, and my throat was sweet, and I couldn't help but spew out a mouthful of blood mist.

With this heavy blow, Qin Moran was not lightly injured, and he fell to the ground with a split face, coughing in pain.

"Bastard boy, your fate is big today!" came the voice of Miao Zhu from behind him: "If he comes to the temple again in the future, he has to break your dog's legs!"

After speaking, I heard a loud 'bang', and the temple door was closed.

Hey, hey, I'm recruiting someone to provoke someone, I'm being beaten for no reason, is it really easy for me Qin to bully!

Old donkey, you are crazy. When my buddies will raise them, I have to burn down your temple!

Qin Moran had never suffered such a big loss, gritted his teeth, and had mixed evil thoughts in his heart, swearing that he had to burn this broken temple to eliminate the hatred in his heart.

Oh my god, it hurts to death. I don't know what kind of secret weapon the old donkey used.

Qin Moran struggled to get up, turned his head to look, and was stunned for a moment.

The secret weapon that attacked him turned out to be the tide ink stick.

It seems that the temple Zhu is really temperamental, and he refused to stop chasing after the temple gate, and even threw out the tide ink stick to sneak attack.

Hmph, dare to sneak attack buddy with a tidal ink stick, such a murder weapon must be confiscated!

Qin Moran grabbed the tide ink stick, feeling the cold and condensed feeling, and couldn't help but smile. This is really nowhere to find the iron shoes, and it takes no effort to get it. In an instant, he forgave Miaozhu's barbaric behavior.

You can get a tidal ink stick after being beaten, and there is a more cost-effective deal in the world.

Qin Moran's mood was so good that he saw that there was no one around, so he hurriedly wrapped the Ximo stick in his sleeve, held on to the temple wall, and limped towards the road he came from.

After walking more than 1,000 meters, I saw two young people dressed in temple costumes coming towards me.

Is this the old donkey getting a helper?

Qin Moran was shocked in his heart, and with a song of his five fingers, he clenched the Ximo stick in his palm.

The two young temple ministers glanced at Qin Moran, but they didn't care, and passed by with a smile.

"Senior Brother Yi Wanwu is waiting for the two of us in the temple, Senior Brother Yi has a good temper, we have to be careful to ......," one of the thin Miao Zhu said in a low voice.

The old temple was originally called Yi Wanwu. Well, the stinky temper is indeed not small.

Qin Mo secretly slandered himself, watching the two temple wishes go away, a sudden flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, he slapped his thigh, and the corners of his mouth showed a ridiculous expression.

He finally knew why he was beaten for no reason.