Wu Mochong had just arrived at a tavern, and found that the people sitting and drinking inside, as well as the owner of the tavern and the shopkeeper had all died, and when he was about to leave, he suddenly heard the sound of horses galloping outside. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

He didn't want to stay in such a place, so he walked out of the tavern and found a horse in the distance, with two people sitting on it.

Those two people also surprised Wu Mochong, without it, because it was not two men or two women who were sitting right away, but a little monk and a bewitching mature woman.

Why a little monk and a mature bewitching woman sat on the same horse, as if they were playing in the mountains and rivers, came to this side, which aroused Wu Mochong's great interest.

The little monk on the horse saw a tavern in front of him and said excitedly: "There is a tavern in front." ”

The mature and bewitching woman sitting behind the horse said, "The horse is also tired of walking, so it is better to sit and rest." ”

The little monk drove the horse to the door of the tavern, looked at Wu Mochong, and said: "You are so troublesome in this shop, the little monk came by horse, nothing more than eating and drinking, but you didn't come to say hello, what are you doing there?"

Wu Mochong stood there and smiled, this little monk had a problem with his eyes, and said, "Where did you see me looking like a shopkeeper?"

"It turns out that you are not a shopkeeper. The monk said in amazement.

"I'm not. Wu Mochong said.

"You're not what you're doing at the door of the tavern?"

Wu Mochong heard what the little monk said, so he had to make a haha and said, "The weather is very good today." ”

The little monk looked at the clear sky, the blue sky like a river, today's weather is indeed good, but does it have anything to do with your pestle at the door of the tavern?

The little monk had no choice but to dismount, tied the horse to the door of the tavern, and helped the bewitching woman on the horse to dismount.

"You'd better not go in. Wu Mochong persuaded at the door of the tavern.

"Why?" asked the little monk.

"The people inside are all dead, the people who eat and drink, the shopkeeper and the shopkeeper, and the facial features bleed to death, that miserable. Wu Mochong shook his head and said.

"You killed, Amitabha, the donor's sin, sin, put down the butcher's knife, and become a Buddha immediately. The little monk said with his hands folded.

"How could it be that I killed it, little monk, don't spew blood, where did you see that I killed the person?" Wu Mochong looked like he had seen a ghost.

"This is such a big circle, you are the only living person, and the people in the tavern are all dead, and just now I came from there, and I clearly saw you coming out of the tavern, and it was clear that you killed the people in the tavern, is there any other problem? Donor, your hands are so miserable, there is so much blood on your hands, the Buddha will not forgive you. The little monk said.

Wu Mochong smiled, smiled very happily, and said: "If you do what you mean, just now you little monk and this beauty behind you, the two of you joined hands to kill the people in the tavern, and then hid in the distance, and after I entered the tavern, and then rushed from afar, and blamed me for the murder, you are a pair of bastards." ”

After hearing this, the little monk tilted his head, thought for a long time, and said: "Donor, it seems that what you said is very reasonable, is this the truth? Why can't the little monk remember anything?"

Looking at the cute little monk in front of him, Wu Mochong also liked it, touched his bald head, and sat outside the tavern to rest temporarily.

The little monk didn't believe Wu Mochong's words, he still entered the tavern, and after a while, he walked out of it.

The bewitching woman was there and said, "Are all the people inside dead?"

The little monk nodded, and there he began to recite the scriptures he did not understand.

The bewitching woman glanced at Wu Mochong, and didn't say anything, since all the people inside were dead, then this is a place of right and wrong, so if you don't enter, you have to find a place outside to rest for a while.

The little monk took out water and steamed buns from the horse, broke half of them there, and put them in the hands of the bewitching woman, and the two sat together and ate deliciously.

Wu Mochong saw it, swallowed his saliva, and drove for a long time, he was also a little hungry and dizzy, and said to the monk: "Little monk, do you have steamed buns, come and try half a piece." ”

The little monk shook his head and said, "You are a sinful person with blood-stained hands, and you are not worthy of eating the little monk's steamed buns." ”

Hey, Wu Mochong's temper came up, this little monk thought that he had killed a big group of people in the tavern, and he wanted to find fault, but after thinking about it, there was no need to be familiar with such a cute little monk.

Wu Mochong looked at the bewitching woman, this woman was in her forties, she was charming, tall and hot, and she frequently discharged into his eyes, and couldn't help asking, "Little monk, is this beauty your daughter-in-law?"

The little monk was drinking water, and when he heard Wu Mochong say this, he spit out Wu Mochong's face with a poof.

Wu Mochong wiped his face angrily, and asked if it was your daughter-in-law, why was he in a hurry.

"This is not my daughter-in-law, she is my mother, my mother!" the little monk corrected Wu Mochong's words.

"It turned out to be your mother?" Wu Mochong looked surprised, and also discharged frequently in the eyes of the bewitching woman.

The two eyebrows flickered for a long time, and the little monk sighed, but he couldn't see it.

Wu Mochong felt that this forty-year-old bewitching woman was very interesting to him, and not only asked, "The beauty of the monk's family, where are you going?"

The monk said, "Take my baby son and go to the mountains and rivers." ”

The monk folded his hands and said: "It's not to play in the mountains and rivers, but to take my mother to experience the suffering of the world on the order of the abbot, Amitabha." ”

Wu Mo asked abruptly, "What about your father?"

The little monk was stunned, and hurriedly said, "The abbot won't let me say it." ”

"Oh, it turns out that your father is the abbot, are you from Shaolin Temple?" Wu Mo was shocked, this plot span is a bit big.

"How do you know, the little monk didn't say it, it's bad, why do you see it. The little monk was so anxious that he was about to cry.

This cute little monk is really a little cute.

The bewitching woman over there waved her hand and said: "His father is the abbot of Shaolin Temple, the old immortal young man went down the mountain to experience the suffering of the world, passed by the old lady, and then had my baby son, when he was a few years old, the old thing was afraid that I would teach his son badly, and he was quietly brought to the temple, and raised it without telling the people in the temple. ”

"So many secrets, you just told me like that, aren't you afraid that I will talk nonsense everywhere?" Wu Mo was shocked, he really regretted pricking up his ears to listen to so many secrets.

The little monk clasped his hands there and said, "The abbot said that if you want a secret to be a secret that is not a secret, then let everyone know about it, then it will not be a secret." When a secret is not a secret, then its existence is not necessary. ”

"Wow, the abbot of Shaolin Temple really speaks with Zen principles, and I really admire it. Wu Mochong smiled.

"Do you also want to be a monk, the little monk can help you introduce you. The little monk said with a glare.

"That's it, Lao Tzu is a mortal, and he can't stand the pain of that incense. Wu Mo Chong snorted haha.

"I wonder where this young man is going?" asked the bewitching woman.

Wu Mochong blurted out: "Nameless City." ”

"That's good, we can go the same way, stay in the same inn together at night, and take good care of each other. The bewitching woman threw a wink.

Wu Mochong clapped his hands and smiled: "It's easy to say, it's easy to say, it's the same way, it's the same road." ”

The little monk looked at Wu Mochong there, and then looked at his mother-in-law, the two of them frowned, and they were about to hook up, and sighed heavily.

The abbot is right, women are woe, even though they are their own mothers.

It's the same!

The three of them were ready to set off and go to the nameless city together, but unfortunately, before they left, there was another sound of horses, and they got it, and it seemed that there were quite a few people who came this time. (To be continued.) )