"Tired monk!"

Wang San wiped the sweat from his head and secretly complained to himself. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Now Wang San understands that there are only tired people in this world, and there is no bad road.

According to what Zhang Yuanwai said, after crossing two small hills, you can see a lush bamboo forest, and the bandits' nest is in that bamboo forest.

Wang Sanli is between two small hills, and the situation of the bamboo forest is in full view.

As far as the eye can see, the bamboo is unusually dense, covering the human tracks, and the white smoke rising above indicates that there are living people in the bamboo forest.

A stream runs through the bamboo forest, which just divides the bamboo forest in two.

"This ......" Wang San showed a strange look on his face, and thought to himself: "The terrain before and after this is connected, it really looks a bit like ......"

Shaking his head, Wang San put aside these inexplicable things in his mind and moved on.

About half a pillar of incense had passed, and Wang San was less than ten zhang away from the bamboo forest.

After resting for a moment, Wang San took a deep breath, glanced back at the hill, gritted his teeth, and continued to move forward as if nothing had happened.

It didn't take long to encounter two bandits, one of them, armed with a large knife, and the other bare-handed, but relatively tall.

"Stop, where did you come from, wild monk!, hey, tell you to stop, can't you hear?" one of the bandits shouted.

Wang San stopped, pointed at himself with one hand, and said strangely: "This donor, are you calling the little monk?"

The bandit snorted angrily and said, "Don't me and play stupid, do you see that there is anyone here besides you who is a monk?"

Wang Sanzhen listened to the bandit's words, looked around, and said, "This benefactor is right, there are indeed no other monks here except for the little monks. But the little monk is a monk of Wulong Temple, not a wild monk. ”

The two bandits looked stunned, looked at each other, and immediately burst into laughter.

"Haha, it turned out to be a fool!"

"Fool, leave the valuable things on your body, and then get out quickly, otherwise Uncle Ben will be ruthless under the fist. As he spoke, the tall bandit raised his fist and clenched it in the air, making a "crackling" sound.

"Valuable, I still want it!" Wang San muttered to himself, since he handed over the silver ticket to Zhang Yuanwai, he could be said to be penniless, except for a kitchen knife, a box, and a belly pocket, there was nothing else on his body.

Suddenly, my eyes lit up, and I had a plan, isn't this bandit something valuable?

Wang San pretended to be flustered and said, "Don't be angry, the two donors don't get angry, the little monk does have one of the valuable things you said." But the two donors, you have to keep your promise and let the little monk go. ”

As soon as they heard that there was a baby, the eyes of the two bandits lit up, where did they care so much, and one of them shouted: "Take it out quickly, and then nonsense, Lao Tzu will slash you with a knife." ”

"Split me?" Wang San was unhappy, and said secretly: "Hmph, let's see who splits who first!" suppressed the unhappiness in his heart, and said: "Don't worry, two donors, this baby monk! Even in the daytime, once exposed, it will emit a thousand golden lights." Speaking of this, Wang San deliberately stopped and observed the bandit's expression.

Just as Wang San thought, the two bandits were really fooled, and they saw the two bandits communicating in a low voice, and sometimes there were arguments.

Wang San was not in a hurry, nor did he disturb them, and after about a cup of tea, the two bandits obviously reached a consensus, and they were all happy.

At this time, the bandit with a big knife walked up to Wang San and said, "Little monk, you come with me, why don't you go to the cottage and find a room in the cottage and open your treasure." ”

"This ......" Wang San hesitated: "The little monk is willing to enter the cottage with the donor, but the donor also has to promise the little monk that after seeing the baby, he must let the little monk leave here, otherwise, the little monk would rather throw the baby out now." In doing this, Wang San wanted to dispel the other party's doubts.

"Okay, promise you!"

The bandit said impatiently, he had never met such an inkblot monk in his life, if it wasn't for the treasure to get it, he really wanted to cut Wang San with a knife.

But now, he still needs to endure it, and after obtaining the treasure, he must unload the three kings into eight pieces to relieve the hatred in his heart.

"Amitabha, the donor is really a good person, the Buddha will definitely bless you!" Wang San closed his eyes and prayed.

Call!

The bandit with the big knife took a deep breath, calmed his heart, didn't look at Wang San, and said, "Come with me!" After walking a few steps, he felt uneasy, and instructed: "Little monk, it's best to shut your mouth for me along the way, if you talk nonsense, Lao Tzu will cut you with a knife!"

The little monk understood. Wang San responded.

"That's very good!" the bandit glanced at Wang San hatefully, and spat out two words in his mouth.

"Let's go!"

The trail is covered with bamboo leaves, and if it weren't for the bandits leading the way, it would be really hard to tell where the road was.

It's not so much walking on the road, but rather shuttling through the bamboo forest, and I met a few bandits along the way, but fortunately, there are bandits in front of me to explain, but there is nothing to do.

I don't know how long they walked, the two of them came to the gate of the cottage, Wang San secretly breathed a sigh of relief, things seemed to be much smoother than he imagined.