The old monk turned his head ugly, and saw that there was a junior high school student standing there, looking at it and talking.

"Don't talk, hurry up!" The mother beside him hurriedly walked away.

After all, those who came to Jiutai Mountain are not all the believers on the ground who have been washed. This mother is the performance of the most ordinary people.

But the words of that junior high school had come out, and the fan crackled on the old monk's face.

People on the ground also looked at the old monk inexplicably, as if their faith had shaken passively.

The old monk Qiang calmed himself, but couldn't say those few words before. He wanted to calm down for a moment and regain his fanfare.

But how could Xu Qingmo give the old monk this opportunity? He strode forward, came to the old monk, and reached out to fight.

The old monk had already shot before, and now there is no need to tie his hands to prestige, raising his hand to block Xu Qingmo's fist.

The strength of the anti-shock was passed back from his fist. Xu Qingmo felt that the strength of this old monk was not low, at least he was a second-rate master. His own strength was greatly reduced, but in fact he could not get too much old monk.

but! The old monk has always been on Mount Jiutai, rarely working with people, his hands and feet are rusty!

After three punches and two kicks, Xu Qingmo had half-knelt the old monk on the ground and stood upright.

Xu Qingmo has been fighting on the mercenary battlefield since he was a child. Even without martial arts, his lethality is extremely strong. Although his skill is now about the same as that of the old monk, but in terms of fighting power, he cast away the old monk ten streets.

The old monk half-knelt on the ground, a line of compassion and compassion, like a miserable Luohan suffering and suffering, on the contrary, the people on the ground have more respect.

Xu Qingmo put his hand on the old monk's shoulder, and his murderous surge was like a huge wave that swept the world.

The old monk's face changed. Although he had experienced it before and had experience, he still couldn't hold it. His face turned wild. His original compassionate face was instantly distorted, very fierce, making people look trembling.

"You demon!" Someone on the ground yelled at Xu Qingmo.

"My Buddha!" ​​Someone cried.

In the eyes of everyone, Xu Qingmo is like a fierce demon who oppresses the old monk, instead he looks more kind.

The old monk fought desperately because he knew that as long as Xu Qingmo did not kill him, the more he suffered, the higher his image in the hearts of the people. ,

The so-called suffering and suffering Guanyin Bodhisattva is the truth.

Black Phoenix stood next to Xu Qingmo, copying his hands with Xu Qingmo. Seeing this scene, she couldn't bear it. Although she knew that the old monk was not a good thing, in this scene, Xu Qingmo would be the evil person.

"Forget it, leave him alone, let's go up," Black Phoenix advised.

Xu Qingmo shook her head and didn't agree. She poked her hand into the old monk's arms, and then pulled out a long string of things.

Red, black, white, and various colors of fabric flew out of the arms of the old monk, and then flew up into the sky, scattered on the people lying on the ground.

When the old monk saw this scene, his face suddenly changed, and he wanted to struggle to get up, but how could Xu Qingmo agree and hold him tightly to keep him from moving.

"This ... is stockings?" A citizen hesitated, picking up his body.

Not only stockings, but also women's bras and Nene!

Xu Qingmo's tears from the old monk's arms were all women's underwear.

The people looked at the clothes next to them, their faces looked beautiful.

In the bosom of a monk, he brought these women's personal clothes!

"Here, isn't this your stockings?" A man grabbed the stockings and turned his head to the woman next to him.

The woman's face was embarrassed and she said, "No, it's not mine, it's not mine. Didn't I tell you, my stockings were lost when I stayed at the hotel in the mountain."

"Snapped!"

The man slaps a fan on the woman's face: "Also quibble, the hole in the stockings was torn by you, how could I not know? Lost it, I think you gave it to the old monk!"

The man with the green hat, completely awake, no longer superstitious religion, pointing at the woman and cursing.

The woman did not speak and turned to look at the old monk.

"This is yours?" Another man said to his wife while holding a small Nene, "Okay, you and I accidentally soiled and threw it away. How did you throw it into the monk's arms?" ? "

"Isn't this what I gave you last month?"

"Familiar, this chest ..."

Many men began to exclaim, and they were surprised to find that these clothes actually had their own women.

All men are angry. Although they believe in Buddhism, they are not fools. They have been green. Whatever Buddha said, they are all nonsense.

The women looked embarrassed and looked at the old monk.

The old monk saw that this was already the case. Suddenly his hands were crossed, Amitabha said a word, and solemnly said, "The poor monk is participating in the happy Buddha, and it does not mean to defile the donor wife, but to pray for them and join the happy Buddhist scripture. Can bring them good luck. "

All men look weird.

"All these female donors actively approached me for Buddha's favor. I can only replace my Buddha, suffer and suffer, and be kind to the society. Even if I am spurned, I am willing." The old monk said, looking like a compassionate man, as if playing In the case of someone else's wife, he suffers the same.

"Go to Nima next door!" A man jumped up, and left the **** in his hands on the old monk's face, just hanging on his ears.

"You treat me as a fool?"

"Also benevolence, paralysis!"

The men were violent and came to Jiutai Mountain to worship the Buddha. They are naturally not the kind of fools who have no knowledge and no culture, and they will not believe what is the joy of Buddha's mercy.

Xu Qingmo loosened and held the old monk's hand, grasped the black phoenix and stepped back, watching countless furious men pounce on and fight with the old monk.

The old monk resisted a few times at first, but was quickly overwhelmed by the crowd. He would martial arts again, and he was a physical child. When he encountered these men who were desperate for himself, he could only do nothing.

Before that, everyone was admired in the hearts of the Taoist monks. At this time, everyone became a prostitute.

Xu Qingmo and Black Phoenix stood behind for a few glances, then turned back to the mountain.

"You already knew?" Black Phoenix couldn't help it.

Although Xu Qingmo started at the beginning, it didn't help much until the old monk was finally suppressed. Instead, it helped the old monk to establish the image of suffering in the people. It was only after pulling out those dirts that he turned the page and made the old monk's hypocrisy. Shred.

Xu Qingmo smiled and didn't speak, but it was also the default.

At the beginning of the fight with the old monk, Xu Qingmo smelled an unusual taste. Just when Xu Qingmo was in the flowers when he was abroad, he quickly guessed what the smell came from the old monk's arms. Later, when the fight approached, it was confirmed.

At first Xu Qingmo didn't think about using military force to subdue the old monk. The image of the old monk in those people's hearts was not bad, even if he gave the old monk a half-death.

Only by knocking down the image of the old monk from the hearts of the people is the most fatal blow.

Coincidentally, the old monk deserves it. He doesn't check the points and mixes with those women. Bacheng is also voluntary for those women. The key is that he has a habit of collecting women's underclothes, but he always wears them. This allows Xu Qingmo to grasp the flaw , Directly tore his face.

In fact, if the old monk really cleans himself and teaches the scriptures all day, and then comes to deceive everyone, even Xu Qingmo, it is not possible to overthrow his image in a short time, but he himself reveals flaws, Xu Qingmo sees the opportunity to catch Just lived.

This shows how terrible those brainwashing religions are.

Buddhism does have merit, or it will not spread widely, but there are pros and cons to everything. It is not possible to believe in everything, to draw on the essence, and to make up for yourself.

"How did you know how it turned out? Smelled? You have a dog nose?" Black Phoenix still exclaimed.

Xu Qingmo grinned and turned to look at Black Phoenix: "I can smell what color your underwear is, do you believe it?"

The black phoenix froze and looked at Xu Qingmo without knowing what to say.

"Black!" Xu Qing Mo said.

Black Phoenix immediately raised her left hand to cover her chest and looked at Xu Qingmo in surprise. She was wearing black today.

Seeing the appearance of the Black Phoenix, Xu Qingmo laughed and strode forward.

The black phoenix was sprinted by Xu Qingmula in small steps, and twisted behind him, he was very puzzled. Even if Xu Qingmo was a dog nose, he could only smell the scent. How can he even know the color?

After taking a few more steps, the black phoenix suddenly realized what it smelled like. He had reached out his hand on the plane before, and he didn't know what color it was.

This guy is just teasing himself!

Thinking of this, Black Phoenix raised his fist and smashed into Xu Qingmo.

Xu Qing did not return his head. He reached out and grabbed the fist of Black Phoenix.

The black phoenix only felt that her fist was hot, as if she was burned, and quickly pulled away, her head down to be honest, a hint of sweetness spread in the bottom of her heart ...

Xu Qingmo and Black Phoenix continued their journey, and finally they did not encounter any obstacles along the way. They reached the top of Jiutai Mountain in front of Dongming Temple.

Dongming Temple was originally just a very ordinary temple, but in recent years, because the tourism has been heated up, the temple has been expanded a lot, so it still looks new. The most rustic hint of Zen has completely disappeared.

At the center of all buildings is the most primitive Dongming Temple.

Xu Qingmo and Black Phoenix came to the innermost. I saw a cold noodle standing at the door of Dongming Temple, holding a stick in his hand, like a poplar.

"The eighth seat of Compassion Pavilion, Long Bag Lang!" The cold youth saw Xu Qingmo, self-reported his name, and then pointed at Xu Qingmo with a wooden stick.

Xu Qingmo smiled and didn't want to waste time. Her left hand was horizontal, and she brought the black Phoenix's right hand behind her waist, and then forced the Black Phoenix to hug him.

"Ah!" In the exclaimed voice of the Black Phoenix, Xu Qingmo stood up and rushed to Bagulang.

Xu Qingmo didn't want to delay time here anymore.

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