The passers-by around him frowned.
After all, if he had to gouge out his eyes to apologize for just looking at you one more time, would everyone present have to gouge out their own eyes?
But because this woman was really surprisingly beautiful, not only did she not look like a Central Plains person, but she was not dressed like a Central Plains person wearing a skirt or a thick skirt. It was not very hot in early summer, so she openly exposed her two legs. Her arms were as smooth as silk, and her upper body was only covered with a dark blue tube top. Her lower body was covered in an elegant gauze-like skirt, and her long, chopstick-like thighs were looming.
Those ignorant and old-fashioned defenders couldn't help but shout that it was immoral, but they couldn't help but take a second look at it.
After all, who wouldn’t want to see it if it’s so good-looking?
I saw that I wanted to dig two destinations myself.
The tall old monk quietly stretched out his right hand to cover the eyes of the young monk behind him. He held the tin staff in his left hand and pronounced the Buddha's name again. The old man said: "There is a saying in the Buddhist scriptures that form is emptiness, and emptiness is form."
"No matter how beautiful the female benefactor is, she is just a red and pink skull, a passing cloud. What does it have to do with the six impurities?"
The little monk behind him was clever and cute. He was really interested in the foreign woman in front of him. He wanted to bypass the monk's hand to see the female donor in front of him, but the old monk's hand always stopped just an inch in front of the little monk's eyes. , no matter how the little monk tossed and turned, it was like the monkey could not escape from the palm of Tathagata Buddha.
The woman from the Western Region chuckled and said, "Big monk, you are so boring. If your little monk wants to see it, just let him take another look."
Saying this, she took a step forward and grabbed the old monk's wrist that blocked the young monk's eyes.
She grabbed her bare arms with one hand, but the next moment she withdrew her hand as if she had caught red-hot charcoal, and her face turned pale: "The indestructible magical power of the Vajra?"
The old monk sighed deeply and rolled up his sleeves. He saw seven or eight fine silver needles on the sleeves of the khaki cassock.
But if it was a thin needle, that would be fine. What shocked the people around me the most was that the needle looked sharp and hard, but when it pierced the monk's wrist, it didn't even pierce the oily skin at all. It was all twisted seven times. Balai, as if it were just some straw and pine needles.
"The cold silver needles of the Demon Sect of the Western Regions." The old monk shook his sleeves and all the silver needles fell to the ground: "The girl is really good at following."
"May I ask the name of the female benefactor?"
Failed in one move, the woman from the Western Region looked horrified. After all, the opponent's martial arts skills were far beyond her imagination. However, she laughed loudly: "Little girl Ningxia, dare I ask the great monk to ask me my name, if you want to Propose marriage to this girl?"
"No, no," the old monk said calmly: "It's just that the female benefactor is too murderous. I plan to send the female benefactor back to the Shaolin Temple for ten years of meditation to sharpen her mind."
As soon as these words came out, the color of Ningxia finally changed.
If he really entered the Shaolin Temple and was imprisoned for ten years, wouldn't it be that his youth was wasted when he came out?
"The old monk has such a strong tone." Ning Xia smiled and said, "Can you hold me?"
"Of course I have to give it a try." The old monk said, and at the same time he picked up the young monk beside him and put him on his back. The young monk immediately hugged the old monk tightly like an octopus, and At the same time, the old monk stepped forward and grabbed Ning Xia's shoulder.
Ning Xia smiled, took a step forward, and was sending her breasts to the old monk's hands. The old monk was stunned for a moment, and his figure that was already in the air suddenly sank and landed firmly on the ground: "You female donor, you are so miserable. Dough.”
Ning Xia, on the other hand, shamed the other party and said, "You just take someone, but you attack the woman's vital parts. You are really a fake eminent monk, a flower monk."
Saying this, Ning Xia put her hands into her arms, took out a handful of silver needles and flashed them in front of the old monk: "Didn't you say that I am too murderous?"
She looked around. Previously, a rare beauty from the Western Regions made things difficult for a pair of monks on the street. This was a busy city in Luo City, so many people gathered around to watch the excitement.
"You know, great monk, that I am a cold silver needle. If you dare to come up, I will sprinkle it on the crowd."
"No matter how good your martial arts skills are, can you block the passers-by behind me?"
"You arrested me at that time, but they were poisoned and died. Dare I ask the great monk, is this a crime of your own doing?"
"Is it my fault, this girl?"
Ningxia used the Central Plains Mandarin, which was crisp and loud. Originally, these passers-by were just watching the fun, but they didn't expect that Ningxia would tie them to the chariot in the blink of an eye. They couldn't sit still. Everyone didn't He retreated, but took advantage of the crowd and began to scold the monk.
"You, a monk, just peek at other girls, and you want to send them to the Shaolin Temple for the pleasure of you lewd monks? If the Buddha saw this, wouldn't he commit suicide in shame?"
"It's your business to catch the Witch of the Western Regions, but if the Witch of the Western Regions hurts us because of this, it's not your great sin, great monk."
"It's your business to eliminate demons and defend the law, but don't bring trouble to us fish in the pond."
"..."
For a moment, everyone was talking in confusion, and Ning Xia smiled triumphantly among them, like a fox that had stolen a hen.
"Master monk, my martial arts skills are not as good as yours. I just came to test your skills. Your skills are too good, so I won't accompany you."
Saying this, she raised the silver needles in her hands, turned around and walked toward the crowd.
But because she was so beautiful and had a nice voice, the crowd did not let her go.
After all, who would be happy for such a delicate beauty to leave at the drop of a hat?
Ning Xia couldn't help but sigh: "Great monk, they won't let me go, so I'll offend them."
As she said this, she raised her wrist slightly, and a ball of powder was scattered forward, turning into a ball of light green mist. The people in front of her were unable to dodge, and were thrown into the air. All of them burst into tears. He sneezed and scurried away with his head in his hands.
The big monk stood there, the little monk held his shoulders, and the two of them remained motionless.
"Don't worry, great monk. I'm not that murderous. These are just things that make people sneeze and shed tears. Thank you, great monk, for being compassionate and letting me, a witch, live."
The great monk put one hand in front of him and chanted a Buddhist chant: "I hope the girl will not let me meet her in a pure place next time."
"That's not necessarily true." Ningxia's voice came from afar, but this gorgeous girl from the Western Regions had already disappeared into the sea of people.
It's obviously such a conspicuous dress.
The old monk sighed, put the young monk down, and the two of them continued to walk forward.
The young monk asked curiously: "Master, master, is this the kind of Rakshasa witch you mentioned?"
Rakshasa, Buddhist evil spirits, all eat human flesh. Among them, the men are ugly and the women are beautiful.
The old monk shook his head: "This is a human ghost, not a Buddhist Rakshasa."
Saying this, he pulled the young monk, separated the crowd, and walked forward step by step.
