"Who is this woman? She has such a loud tone? Are you not afraid of using your tongue when speaking big words?"
"Is she crazy for asking us to leave the luggage bag and slap ourselves twenty times?"
"I think she is crazy and talking crazy things."
"Tsk tsk, this bitch is really tasty. If I could have sex with her once, I would be happy to slap two hundred or two thousand people, not to mention twenty slaps. Hehe -"
"Haha, who would have thought that the Taoist nuns from Sanqing Temple would be more seductive than the fairies from Piaomiao Palace."
…
As soon as Taoist Qinglian finished speaking, the courtyard suddenly exploded.
It was completely impossible to just leave the storage bag, but she even asked them to slap themselves twenty times. Those who had never heard of Taoist Qinglian all took her words as a joke and thought she was crazy. , I am not ashamed to speak loudly.
There were even those who were so bold that they coveted Taoist Qinglian's beauty, uttered obscene words, and openly teased her.
Zhang Xiaozhu looked embarrassed. He also felt that Senior Sister Qinglian's request was a bit overwhelming.
As the saying goes, Taoist priests can be killed but not humiliated. If such an embarrassing thing as slapping oneself is done, these disciples of the sect will definitely resist to death.
But Zhang Xiaozu was surprised by the reactions of Yangshen Temple and several other major sects. Each of them closed their mouths tightly and remained silent, and each of them looked solemn, with slight sweat on their foreheads, as if they were very afraid of Taoist Qinglian.
Without giving Zhang Xiaopou time to think about it, Taoist Qinglian suddenly made a move.
She was smiling, like a flower that had just bloomed, charming and charming, and it seemed that her mood was not affected by the dirty words of several people.
She stepped forward with her slender feet hanging in the air. Suddenly, a large green lotus bloomed on the sole of her foot, dragging her slender feet. The willow waist is graceful, with lotus growing at each step, falling from the air.
"Did you just say that you wanted to have sex with me?" Taoist Qinglian walked straight towards a middle-aged man wearing dark red clothes, tall and sturdy, with a rough appearance.
Zhang Xiaozu remembered that this person gave his name as the Tiger Wolf Gang when he came.
"Hehe, it's - it's me." The rugged man rubbed his hands and laughed, staring straight at Taoist Qinglian who was walking towards him, with saliva almost flowing out of the corners of his mouth.
Taoist Qinglian walked straight up to the rugged man and stopped. Qinglian held her feet up to keep them clean from dust. She was a head shorter than the rugged man, so she raised her head and looked at the rugged man, with the smile still on her face, and asked softly: "Am I beautiful?"
"Beautiful, beautiful, as beautiful as a fairy!" The rough man nodded repeatedly.
"Then are you willing to remember my beauty forever and never look at another woman in this life?" Taoist Qinglian asked again.
"Yes, I do." The rugged man nodded without thinking.
"Then give me your eyes." Taoist Qinglian said calmly, but what she said was not calm at all.
"good."
What people didn't expect was that the rugged man actually nodded in agreement. Before people could react in shock, he suddenly raised his right index finger and inserted it into his eyes.
There was a pop, and two of his fingers were inserted into the eye sockets like iron rods, and black and white eyelids and blood suddenly sprang out.
"Ah - my eyes! My eyes! Ah -"
The rugged man suddenly covered his eyes and screamed miserably, as if he had been obsessed just now and woke up just now.
"Witch, give me my eyes!" He suddenly pulled out the long knife from his waist and slashed in front of him, but Taoist Qinglian had already walked away from him. He slashed the knife in the air and almost knocked himself down.
"Dedicate your life to me." Taoist Qinglian said again.
She still had a beautiful smile like a flower blooming on her face, but in the eyes of all the sect disciples,
But it no longer looks good, but has become terrifying.
"Ah - don't - don't - help - help -" The rugged man was awake, but his right hand holding the knife was uncontrollably wiping towards his neck. His left hand clutched his right hand tightly, screaming in terror. .
Seeing this scene, the disciples of the sect were all so frightened that their scalps were numb and their hairs stood on end.
Just now, the rough man looked at Taoist Qinglian with his eyes and accidentally fell into Taoist Qinglian's charm. They all can understand. But now the rough man is clearly awake, but he is still carrying out the orders of Taoist Qinglian. This is incomprehensible and weird and scary.
"Stop!" Some people couldn't stand it anymore and shouted, rushing forward to grab the knife in the rugged man's hand to stop him from committing suicide. But as soon as he got in front of him, the rough man suddenly slashed at him with a knife. He didn't expect this situation at all. He was caught off guard and was struck in the chest with a knife, almost disemboweling him.
The rugged man slashed the man away with a knife, then turned his wrist and slashed the knife towards his own neck. He tried to stop it with his left hand, but it was too late.
"Ah - Fairy Lady, please spare my life -" the rugged man begged for mercy in horror.
Taoist Qinglian was unmoved.
"Amitabha!"
Just when the sharp blade was just inches away from the rough man's throat, and everyone on the field felt that he was dead or alive, a Buddha's chant suddenly sounded, followed by a peaceful and compassionate voice: "God has the virtue of a good life. , the female benefactor must not act rashly with murderous thoughts!"
The blade came to a stop against the skin of the rough man's throat, dangerously dangerous.
The rugged man collapsed to the ground with a bang, and his crotch was wet. He was so scared that he peed his pants.
"Monk, why are you here? Are you here to find me?" Taoist Qinglian turned around and looked in the direction of the courtyard door. His eyes fell on a fair and bald man wearing yellow monk clothes outside the courtyard door. The monk could not hide his surprise in his words.
"Amitabha!" The monk standing outside the camp heard Taoist Qinglian's question and said the Buddha's name, but did not respond.
He holds a Zen staff in one hand and a rosary in the other. He has fair skin, average appearance, and is about forty years old. A very ordinary great monk, nothing special about him.
The monk didn't answer, and Taoist Qinglian wasn't angry either. He turned around and said to all the sect disciples: "I am in a good mood today, so I won't argue with you anymore. I left the gift bag and slapped myself twenty times. Let you go. Otherwise, even if the great monk begs for mercy, it will not save your lives."
After hearing the first sentence, the disciples of the sect were overjoyed, thinking that Taoist Qinglian was going to let them go. But after hearing the second sentence, they realized that their thoughts were too beautiful. After hearing the third sentence, many people were so frightened that their legs trembled.
"Although we have offended first, Mr. Zhang also said that we did not cause any harm to him. Why is Fairy Girl so stubborn and insists on humiliating us like this?" The people from Feixian Sect said.
"Although Sanqing Temple is powerful, it will be difficult for Xiangu to explain to her if she offends so many sects at once, right?" said someone from Cangkong Sect.
Taoist Yiwei who was standing on the wall of the courtyard suddenly said: "You claim to be a chivalrous person from a well-known and upright family, but you deceive my little junior brother into having no one to protect you. You bully me and come to your door to openly extort treasures. You bully the weak and are unreasonable. Now you think about being reasonable. Is there such a good thing in the world? If my junior brother hadn't been so tough, could you have easily spared him? I'm afraid not. Then why should we forgive you? Just because you are so thick-skinned. Shame on you? As for whether Sanqingguan dares to offend so many sects at once, you can give it a try."
After saying that, he made a hand gesture and slapped it on the restraint, and the light curtain suddenly burst into light. Golden energy sword energy quickly condensed, hanging upside down on the light curtain, and its sharp edge was aimed at the sect disciples in the yard.
"You only have twenty breaths, either walk out alive, or stay as fertilizer." Taoist Yiwei said in a deep voice.
As soon as the disciples of the sect were targeted by the sword, their hair suddenly stood up. It felt as if someone had put a sword against their throats. Their hearts were in their throats and their eyes were pounding. Even the masters of several major sects were breaking out in cold sweats. , drumming in my heart.
Obviously, this method of Yiwei Taoist is not something they can resist.
Snapped--
Finally, someone couldn't stand the pressure, so he dropped his bag, gritted his back teeth, opened his hands to the left and right, slapped himself twenty times in the face, and then strode away without looking back.
Pa-pa-pa-
Someone took the lead, and their face seemed to be lost. One by one, they dropped their bags, slapped themselves in the face, and left as if they were running away after twenty people.
In the end, even the people from Yangshen Temple and other major sects obeyed obediently, and left in dejection after being slapped.
Can a scholar be killed but not humiliated?
Nothing at all.
Zhang Xiaozu found that he thought too highly of these sect disciples.
After everyone had left, Zhang Xiaopeng hurriedly saluted Taoist Yiwei and Taoist Qinglian and said, "Thank you, brother and sister, for taking care of me!"
"You're welcome, little junior brother." Taoist Yiwei waved his hand and smiled, put away his formation and jumped into the yard.
Taoist Qinglian ignored Zhang Xiaozu. She had already run out of the courtyard, circling around the monk standing at the door of the courtyard, and kept asking him if he was here to see her. The words and actions were so intimate that Zhang Xiaopou was embarrassed to look at them, and he couldn't help but wonder if this senior sister had a special hobby and wanted to seduce other monks.
"The poor monk is not here to find the female donor. The poor monk is here to see this young man named Zhang." The great monk didn't know whether he was annoyed by Taoist Qinglian's questions or because he couldn't stand being teased by Taoist Qinglian. When Taoist Qinglian asked, After asking the same question a dozen times, he finally answered her.
"Giggle--" Taoist Qinglian laughed tremblingly when he heard this, and grabbed the monk's arm and said, "He is my junior brother. If you are looking for him, you are looking for me, so you are looking for me, right?"
The great monk used a lot of force to pull his arm out of Taoist Qinglian's hand, but he was immediately pulled back by Taoist Qinglian. Then he pulled it out again, and was pulled back by Taoist Qinglian again - and so on. Seems to enjoy it endlessly.
Zhang Xiaozu looked at the two of them with interest and felt that their relationship was extraordinary.
"The two of them have been fighting like this for decades." Taoist Yiwei said in a accustomed tone.
"Senior sister likes the great monk?" Zhang Xiaozu couldn't help but asked curiously.
"It's not just love, it's simply obsession. However, the falling flowers are intentional, and the flowing water is ruthless. The great monk only knows how to ring the bell and chant the Buddha's name, but he doesn't understand the tenderness of the world! What a fate!" Taoist Yiwei sighed.
"Hey -" Zhang Xiaozu sighed. I feel that it is really difficult for me as a senior sister, even more difficult than Mrs. Wang who has been selling sesame cakes on the street for decades. Mrs. Wang likes at least Wei Guogong, who has normal interests and hobbies, but her senior sister actually likes a monk who sees through the world of mortals.
This level of difficulty is not unusually high.
But on the other hand, he also sympathized with this great monk. He was shaken by a fairy-like woman every day and was touched from time to time. It took a lot of concentration to stay calm.
Taoist priests and monks belong to the same family, why should we hurt each other?
"Zhang Shaoxia, will you go and retrieve the remains of your master?" The great monk asked loudly while standing outside the courtyard gate.
Boom!
As soon as the great monk finished speaking, he suddenly felt a violent shudder on his bright forehead.
I saw Taoist Qinglian knocking the great monk on the forehead several times with his fingers, and scolding him in displeasure: "You are so big, Hai, my master is not dead yet! If you dare to curse my master again, believe it or not, I will blow your head off?"
Zhang Xiaozhu's body trembled when he heard this, and he asked with a trembling voice of surprise and joy: "Master, sister, what did you just say? Master, master, is he not dead?"
