The setting sun fills the white walls with red rays, and every family’s food is delicious.
After washing the clothes and then washing the curtains, Moubai sat on the threshold and dozed off in a daze. The sun was warm, and the white dress was dried quickly on the bamboo pole. The wind blew gently, and there was a fresh smell, which smelled very comfortable~
The alley is narrow and the neighborhood is close. The smell of stewed fish rolls over the small stones on the courtyard wall and makes your mouth water.
The white walls, gray tiles, and golden red tiles shine in the afterglow of the setting sun, and the birds are chirping home. Today, neither an umbrella nor a painting was sold. Huixian did sell a few bamboo carving trinkets, and he has survived for so many years. You will always be good at some craftsmanship. Apart from a clear spring, Zhuquan Temple only has bamboos everywhere.
Lao Huixian packed up the goods, closed the door, and led the two children through the door.
"Where are you going, virtuous old man?"
Bai Yujun, who was taking a nap on the threshold, asked curiously, not understanding why he went out during dinner time.
"Haha, it can't be said, it can't be said~"
Huixian smiled and shook his head.
Little Shitou was downcast and listless, and he and the snake demon boy each held wooden bowls in their hands and followed behind the master, revealing the unspeakable and unspeakable without hesitation.
"It's alms..."
"Alchemy is the beginning of becoming a great monk. One flower and one world, one leaf and one bodhi. Such knowledge, such seeing, such belief and understanding, everything is illusion..."
Little Shitou was dizzy and rolled his eyes. The snake demon boy deliberately walked a few steps slowly to stay away.
The strange combination of Zhuquan Temple wandered away. Bai Yujun knew that Lao Huixian just wanted to save money and repair Zhuquan Temple as soon as possible. The small ruined temple in the mountains belonged to the three of them.
Seeing that it was getting late, Bai Yujun stood up and put away her clothes.
First, I collected the clothes, folded them, and stacked them together to put them in the cabinet. When I was about to close the curtains, I saw a bronze monk walking in the distance with his head held high and his face calm and calm. What's going on? Could it be that the Western Church plans to take action in advance?
But what can someone like this do?
In the back mountain of Jinshan Yuan, the old monk who was drinking tea and staring at Suhang was speechless. It was too late to stop him now...
Bai Yujun was just stunned for a moment and then regained his composure. He thought he was sent by the other party. Since he was here to help fold the curtains, the free labor was not in vain, not to mention that he looked very strong.
The monk was about to say a classic line like 'Bold monster'.
But Bai Bai spoke first.
"Help me pull that end. The curtain is too long and it's inconvenient to fold."
"..."
The Silent Monk was stunned for a moment, then he reached out and grabbed a corner of the curtain to help fold it. He was very skillful. It seemed that he had often done laundry and drying work before. He stretched it and shook it a few times to fold it.
Bai Yujun is petite, the warrior monk is as strong as a tower, and the scene of folding curtains is indescribably weird.
"Thank you."
"You're welcome……"
He closed the curtains and entered the back room of the shop. The monk stood outside and could not go in or out. He had to wait for the monster to finish its work before taking action. He could still tell whether it was a human or a monster.
Xu Jiaorong, behind the willow tree on the street corner in the distance, was dumbfounded and didn't understand what was going on. What did folding the curtains have to do with catching monsters...
In the bedroom in the back room, Bai Yujun stepped on a stool to hang the curtains. There was nothing he could do about it. He couldn't change his height. There was no such thing as the ideal size as mentioned in some myths and legends. It's a myth. Just listen to it and enjoy it. , not to be taken seriously.
After finishing my work, I suddenly remembered that there was a tower-like monk outside.
The red sun has already set.
As night falls, lanterns and candles are lit up everywhere in Suzhou and Hangzhou.
At the door, the monk didn't know whether he should smash the small shop with one punch. He thought it would be better to wait. The banshee did not escape. It was really a horned one. It was extremely rare and I don't know what kind of monster it was.
Bai Yujun went out, wanting to send this guy away first and then close up for dinner.
"What do you want from me?"
"You are a demon, and I am here to subjugate demons. You are free from karma and have a clear mind. If you practice Nian'er, you have two choices. Either be beaten by me to the point where your body and soul will be destroyed forever and you will never be reincarnated, or you can go up the mountain and convert to my religion. "
Hearing this, Moubai was stunned. Isn't that how the script goes?
The beautiful eyebrows frowned slightly.
"Come to fight? You can't beat me. Let's go. I don't want to kill anyone these days."
At the beginning of the night, you should be squatting next to a copper pot cooking vegetables and eating delicious food, instead of competing with a bear-like guy to see who is more ruthless. Although his opponent's cultivation level is very high, he is by no means Bai Yujun's opponent.
Being invincible at the same level is not a joke, but it is not advisable to make a fatal move, and it is not advisable to turn against someone else's territory before the goal is achieved.
The monk began to gather strength without saying a word.
Bai Yujun's heat sense can see that the opponent's rich energy and blood are far beyond ordinary people. He is a master of horizontal training. He takes the path of body training instead of just cultivating the true spirit. He is similar to demons, or it is easier to deal with demons this way.
There are many monsters with strong bodies. They are difficult to deal with when wandering in the mountains and forests or in cities. Their spells can easily injure others. If the situation is chaotic, the monsters will take the opportunity to get close and bite them with a few claws, which will definitely kill them. Body refiners can play a greater role at certain times.
If you want to fight, then fight~
I feel uncomfortable all day long, so I always need some exercise.
Youzai Youzai took out a piece of cloth to tie up her long hair, and tied the cuffs and skirt tightly, showing off her slender figure in a smart outfit.
like a statue.
The alley was very lively. The neighbor's children broke the dishes and provoked the woman to scold him. The owner of a small restaurant not far away sent drunken customers out. The man who came home after a day of fooling around was locked out by his mother-in-law. The young man sneaked into the widow. On the wall of the house, there is Xu Jiaorong, who is nervous and apprehensive behind the tree.
One person and one demon attack at the same time!
Take two steps forward, tilt your body straight forward, use your hind legs to punch, a bronze fist the size of a clay pot, a delicate pink fist...
Bang~!
The sound was dull, and the bluestone floor tiles under both sides' feet were shattered.
The fists collided and the energy dispersed. The breeze blew off the white gauze scarf on Bai Yujun's head, revealing two small white jade dragon horns. He was definitely a monster. Regardless of whether it was a dragon or a snake, he was still a monster unlike humans.
What a force! Both sides murmured in their hearts at the same time.
Testing the monk's strength by punching Hong, Bai Yujun suddenly bent down to avoid the opponent's uppercut, and when she was squatting, she gathered spiritual energy in her palms to form a palm knife! Jump with dexterity and strength!
The monk instinctively tilted his head to the other side...
In slow motion, the shining palm of spiritual power almost hit his face. Bai Yujun jumped up and crossed him, and both sides glared at each other!
The force of the kick was too great and he jumped directly to the white wall on the opposite side. He ran a few steps on the wall at almost an angle of 90 degrees and turned straight to the strong monk who was standing there!
He kicked with his feet and quickly slashed sideways with his palms. When he hit the monk's forearm, it felt like he was hitting a rock.
Dang~!
The skin of the monk's arms was golden yellow and as strong as gold and iron. Although it blocked the palm attack, judging from the look on his face, he did not feel comfortable. He had no invincible defense. No matter how hard his muscles were, he still had to bear the final force.
The sword was not working well and he switched to his small fist again, and he saw that the white shadows were almost connected into one piece.
With two punches, the monk was beaten until he stepped on gravel bricks and retreated continuously...
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