"This donor, please also give the little monk a thin noodle. The pen fun pavilion www.biquge.info let the little monk go this time, so that the Huanchan Temple will not look for your trouble in the future!"

"Oh, is it?" Di Jin looked at the Buddha Lord with some playfulness, and said quietly: "This Huanzen Temple, where is the fart released!

The cultivation of the Mahayana period was imprisoned with the physical body, and he stepped on the door of life; Xu Jiawei, the very shameful and angry Buddha master, had a swollen complexion; he felt that he was threatened by the greatest threat in his life, and he couldn't help but be angry and angry: "Donor, don't be too angry, otherwise he may have a bloody disaster in the future!"

"Don't you want to know, what my name is?" Di Jin didn't bother to sell Guan Zi with him, and under the prompting of the immortal yuan of the Yang Heavenly Decision, he slightly split the immortal qi and imprisoned the body of the Buddha Lord.

As soon as he heard the word "Di Jin", Xu Jiawei, the Lord of the Buddha, looked as if he had eaten a fly when he was eating vegetables.

It wasn't until Di Jin's face was cold and he looked at him like this for a long time, after all, he couldn't help but tremble slightly, tidied up his Buddhist robe a little, and walked in front of Di Jin.

"Plop!" and knelt down straight like this, and Xu Jiawei, the lord of the Buddha, quickly pretended to cry with a handful of snot and tears on his arrogant expression and delicate face: "Big brother, you-why are you not dead yet! I miss you so much!"

"Smack!" Di Jin looked at the Buddha without any scruples, stretched out his hand and slapped it long, and then stretched out a white and slender hand, grabbed the long earlobe of the Buddha Xu Jiawei and whispered: "You kid has grown out of breath - dare to curse me to death!"

"If it weren't for the fact that when you were a child, I always plucked your ears, you would have such a Buddha state!

"If it weren't for the fact that when you were a child, I didn't give you food every day, you would be so beautiful, and you wouldn't have looked at the face of the pig brother when you were a child!"

"If it weren't for the fact that when you were a child, I asked you to shave your head and pretend to be disabled and go to the street to ask for food, you would have thought that you would be looked down upon by that old bald donkey of Zen Buddhism!"

"Brother, brother, stop, brother!"

"You're my own brother, spare your life, don't you just pretend to be cold, and hit me like this?"

It's like a fly seeing a swatter, a mouse seeing an eagle, where there is a reason not to hide, holding his thigh again and again to admit his mistake.

The layers of cold sweat on his face flowed straight down, and when he looked at it and found that there was no one around, he was a little relieved. He knew that he knew how powerful this big brother was: he kept reincarnating in the lower realm, he was constantly being reborn, and no one knew how old he was until now!

In general, it's a real pervert!

"Alas, how can you walk by the river without getting your shoes wet! I told you a long time ago, do things cleanly, don't leave a handle!" Sighing, Di Jin urged a burst of immortal yuan to emit a burst of flames, turning the corpses of the gray-robed monks on the side into ashes. Looking at Xu Jiawei, who was still kneeling on the ground, he said, "Why are you still kneeling!

On the desolate and smokeless, lonely yellow earth, Xu Jiawei, the lord of the Buddha, timidly pulled the Buddha's robe, looked at Di Jin and said, "Big brother, what kind of place is this?

Di Jin touched the smooth head of Xu Jiawei, the master of the Buddha, and seemed to feel that it felt good, and even flicked it twice;

"Don't you remember my agreement with your old bald donkey in the Zen Temple?"

"Wait, you mean, this is Huanzen Temple?"

"Oh my God! I've only been out for a day!"

"That's right! You kid is amazing, you broke Yuanyang in one day, and the old bald donkey knew that he probably had to turn you, a monk who has been a monk, into a eunuch monk!" Di Jin looked at the Buddha Lord Xu Jiawei playfully and said bluntly.

"Hey, my brother, my brother, don't you just ask me to accompany you to the fairyland, can you go back to Huan Zen Temple first to ask our World Venerable to be so exaggerated?" Xu Jiawei, the Lord of the Buddha, twitched slightly, patted his chest and said to Di Jin: "Don't worry, big brother, go up to the knife mountain and go down to the sea of fire, my life is yours, and I will be your person from now on!"

Although this wind is blowing, it is also cold to the bone, and even this chill has penetrated into the human spirit, and even the soul feels a coldness.

Di Jin followed Xu Jiawei, the lord of the Buddha, to the Daxiong Treasure Hall in a temple

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After a little aftertaste, he opened his thick eyebrows angrily, and flew down from the tiled house with great joy and shouted: "Scatter the wild! a wild fairy, don't look at who is coming to your Mingchang Street!"

Casually, a faint Buddha light shone on the top of the Red Mansion, quietly staring at the presumptuous loose cultivation towards him, as if as long as he was touched, he would not obey!

"You!" The white-clothed scattered immortal sitting at the head was angry, and his cultivation was revealed, his face showed fierce intent, and he was about to act.

"Little wild fairy, the Buddha can trample you to death with one foot!" Xu Jiawei, the master of the Buddha who felt a little boring, sat casually on the steps of the attic, smiling at everyone, not caring about fear, but his divine consciousness kept looking around.

This Mingchang immortal hired a lot of female cultivators to collect wealth for him in the upper realm treasures, and collected some wandering scattered immortals and major repairs; it made countless monks come here; the so-called elegance, in fact, the wind and the moon; this place, it is a treasure in the upper realm.

The feeling is sad, on the top of the red mansions, I don't know how many monks linger and forget to return, and the red mansions closest to the street are the temperament of the Tang River, deep and ancient, located on the top of the red mansions, so it is called the top of the red mansions.

In the Dinghong Building, all of them are cultivators at the level of Upper Realm Overhaul and Scattered Immortals, and there are also prohibitions laid by the Mingchang Immortals, which makes it impossible for the immortal cultivators to exert the immortal yuan in their bodies, but also makes everyone feel at ease to enjoy the friendship between fish and water.

In the corner where no one noticed, a convex figure was very eye-catching, with bare and shiny hair, long earlobes, and an angular and delicate face.

He was dressed in a golden yellow robe, with an extraordinary bearing and a weak crown of age. And the so-called peony flower dies, and it is also romantic to be a ghost!

To put it bluntly, this Mingchang Street is actually the so-called Fengyue Field in the mortal world.

Men and women love, entangled in the end, is just a love word.

It was at night, when the moon was in the sky, and from time to time there was the sound of women's laughter in the attics of the street corners and alleys, and the men's profligate laughter, which was quite reverie.

Indeed, even if some things are cut off from the mortal dust, they are also inseparable from human nature; this place of red dust is forged by a celestial immortal who is obsessed with the desire for wine -- Mingchang immortals; because of its strong cultivation and its preference for elegance, this is how to create such a unique street; it has won all kinds of creations between heaven and earth, and has established nearly a thousand red mansions, which are directly connected to the sky, and have the potential of a bright moon. The bright top of the hair is so that a clear-eyed person can know it at a glance, and this person is clearly a monk.

The monk sat on the tiled house of the red building on the top of Mingchang Street, secretly sipped a sip of stolen wine, his face was mixed with a wisp of flush, and looked at the moonlight: "Hahaha... It's a pleasure!—"

"Wine and meat have passed through the intestines, and I am happy to be free!"

"It's a pity, it's not as comfortable as Senior Brother—"

"His grandmother's, it's really a clay man when I turn around three times!" The magic wine table under the table was smashed to pieces, and one got up, intending to teach this vulgar monk a good lesson.

"Brother Dao, hold back, I look at this person..."The friend of the same way of scattered immortals, looking at it with sharp eyes, hurriedly pulled his clothes and made a face. After whispering a few words beside him, he pulled the scattered immortal again and again, choked up and held his breath, raised his hand and gave a big salute, and left.

"Miscellaneous, I don't even have the courage to let the Buddha move my muscles and bones. ”

"Wine-" The monk was not angry when he saw the departure of the scattered immortals, and in his hand, under the flow of the immortal yuan, he grabbed a jar of fine wine, put it in his mouth, and drank it in a big gulp. The qi around him condensed, lightly touched the ground, flew into the attic, picked up the chin of the housekeeper Ling Qiuyi, and blew a hot breath towards the red face: "Come to the beauty, how about a drink with me?"

The beautiful and touching nun was so embarrassed that she couldn't help but make a coquettish sound, she was hugged by her waist, struggling to slow down slightly, and her posture leaned back raised a pair of beautiful eyes, staring at the monk in front of her.

Many monks in the Red Mansion were amazed, what was the identity of this monk? Dare to shout in the territory of the Mingchang Immortals, and offend the scattered immortals who could sit on the top of the Red Mansion, and they were shocked to leave?

Looking at the golden yellow robe, a trace of shock flashed in his eyes.

Today's Ziao, who can be so famous as a monk?

This Huanchan Temple is one of the best schools in the purple Ao realm, although their practice is despicable, but it is known as the power of a thousand Buddhas, and the golden body is indestructible.

At that moment, a major repairer said suspiciously: "This, isn't this the Buddha's robe presided over by Huanchan Temple?"

"What? The Buddha clothes presided over by Huanchan Temple? The Buddha clothes of this famous sect, but no one dares to wear them indiscriminately!"

"Yes, I had the privilege of meeting the master last year when the fairyland was opened, but the presiding officer of this Zen temple heard that his disciples were very different and never approached women. ”

His Dharma name was even raised by its presiding officer to warn him of his desires.

After Xu Jiawei, the Lord of the Buddha, drank a sip of wine, threw the wine cup on the ground, got up without weight, and then walked into the Red Mansion from the steps;