Sister, stay away from me!

Chapter 382
Looking at a group of monks on the city wall who were filled with righteous indignation and kept shouting sluts, Pu Cuo took a sip of tea, pointed at this group of people and said to Ming Yuan next to him, "They are scolding you."

Mingyuan shook his head indifferently: "If you can't eat grapes, you can say that the grapes are sour. People's jealousy is really terrible. They are just jealous that I have a good conversation with you, Master Pu Cuo, so they are uncomfortable."

"Hehehe, interesting, interesting. I'm tired today, so you can argue for me."

"it is good."

Mingyuan only defected to the enemy at night, but today he changed into the cassock of Yuan Mie Buddha Kingdom, and sat on the high platform instead of Pu Cuo.

Sitting down dignifiedly, Mingyuan showed no shame at all. Instead, he said to the monks: "Okay, I have turned from the dark to the bright and joined the kingdom of Yuanmie Buddha. Now, I will debate the scriptures on behalf of Master Pucuo. Who of you would like to argue with me?" A debate?"

The monks looked at Mingyuan, who was a traitor and still confident, and wished they could go up and bite off each other's flesh right now.

But he looked at the warship on the river again.They could only swallow the bitter water and start discussing what to do.

Not only gave the other party silver, but even gave the other party a chance to use his own head as a stepping stone. A group of monks became more and more angry as they thought about it, and shouted in a low voice: "Ming Yuan must be repaid."

"That's right, let's burn that Yeming Temple now!"

"But Mingyuan has already joined Yuan Mie Buddha Kingdom, what if they really take down this place and blame us?"

"...The Sunlight Temple is next to the Yeming Temple. How about we burn the Sunlight Temple and warn the Yeming Temple?"

After hearing this proposal, almost all the abbots agreed, except the abbot of the Sunlight Temple who disagreed.

The group of people beat up the abbot of the Riguang Temple in the name of "not being gregarious", and then sent people to burn the Riguang Temple and imprisoned the monks of the Riguang Temple. They suddenly felt that they had done a great deed and lost money last night. Things are not so angry.

"It just so happens that the Sunlight Temple doesn't know how to praise, so how about we let their monks go up to debate scriptures?"

"Very good, very good."

The monks from the Sunlight Temple were sent to the high platform by various gangs, and they yelled and cursed all the way. After a few words, they were rendered speechless by Ming Yuan, and then turned into a small population into Pu Cuo's pocket. .

Seeing this scene in the distance, Wang Huai probably understood that this high platform should be some kind of magic weapon, the effect is to send the loser of the debate into his pocket.

"But why did he do that?" Wang asked suspiciously.

"That's the dark magic weapon of Buddhism, I didn't expect to see it here." Zheng Wu said with a wry smile.

"Dark magic weapon? Your Buddhist sect really has a lot of new things."

Hearing Wang Huai's sarcasm, Zheng Wu bowed his head embarrassingly: "The benefactor Wang is right, it is true. You have fought with Shanyuan before, and you know that Buddhism has evil methods such as the dark Tathagata to contemplate thoughts, right?"

"Yes."

"In Buddhism, there are many such things. After all, Buddha and demons are one body, and it is normal to have some dark sides. But Buddhism is also constantly evolving. In order to adapt to the times, many things have been abandoned, sealed, and become some history. "

After a pause, Zheng Wu pointed to the pocket on Pu Cuo's waist in the distance and said: "That thing is one of the dark magic tools, called the human race bag, which can trap people in it and make them lose their sanity. The master prays for blessings. And the master can obtain a lot of merit without practicing, thereby improving his own strength."

"Well said."

Pu Cuo's voice suddenly sounded, appearing beside the two of them.

He was on the river ten miles away, but his voice reached the ears of the two, showing his own cultivation.

"You two masters, judging by your conversation and dress, you are not people who have awakened to the Buddhist kingdom. They should be people who practiced somewhere deep in the mountains and obtained mana unintentionally."

Wang Huai and Zheng Wu looked into the distance calmly, neither nodding nor shaking their heads.

But Pu Cuo didn't take it seriously, and said with a smile: "In the age of the end of the Dharma, it is not easy to obtain mana. It is already rare for the two of you to have the current cultivation level. Please don't act casually, so as not to accidentally hurt the two of you. If the two of you want to join us in Yuan Mie Buddha Kingdom, that would be even better."

Wang Huai and the two still didn't speak.

Pu Cuo laughed again: "The two of you seem to be a little arrogant. My Pu Cuo cultivation base is profound, and I am already in the realm of mana. It is already a decision to destroy the Buddha Kingdom, but I am not as arrogant as the two of you. Forget it , as long as you two don’t act indiscriminately, I guarantee that you and your monastery will not be disturbed.”

Then, without waiting for the two to agree, Pu Cuo's voice disappeared and never appeared again.

Wang Huai and Zheng Wu looked at each other.

Afterwards, Zheng Wu sighed helplessly, while Wang Huai covered his stomach and laughed wildly again.

This man is really too confident.

In the distance, Mingyuan won ten games in a row almost effortlessly, and added ten monks to the breeding bag.

He still wanted to continue, but Pu Cuo called Ming Yuan: "Let's stop here for today, there is no need to continue."

"Yes, Master."

"You did a good job today, continue tomorrow."

"Okay. But master, there is one thing I don't understand. Why do you spend so much time trapping this place instead of attacking it?"

Pu Cuo looked at Ming Yuan with a half-smile, until the other party was sweating profusely and couldn't help lowering his head.

"Mingyuan, don't ask more if you shouldn't ask, and don't rush to know if you shouldn't know."

"……Yes."

Ming Yuan hurriedly lowered his head, and didn't dare to raise his head until the person in front of him left and the sound of footsteps disappeared.

At that moment just now, Mingyuan felt that what he was facing was not a human race, but something more terrifying.

Although this feeling was only for a short moment, it still made him feel like he was being targeted by natural enemies.

Raising his head, Mingyuan looked at the direction Pu Cuo left, and felt that Pu Cuo's origin was not that simple.

However, I have already betrayed the enlightened Buddha Kingdom, so I can only hold on to the thigh of Yuan Mie Buddha Kingdom and go all the way to the dark.

In the next few days, monks from the Sunlight Temple were tied to the high platform every day, and then they failed to debate the scriptures and were sent to the ethnographic bag.

There are no more or less people sent in every day, ten each time.

The Sunlight Temple has a medium scale, with more than [-] monks, and it can last for about [-] days.

Apart from asking people to debate scriptures every day, Pu Cuo of Yuan Mie Buddha Kingdom did not do other things. After ten people left immediately, they did not stay.

The residents in the city are no different from usual except that they cannot go out of the city.

Because there was no crime against the town, the residents in the city were used to the existence of ships outside, and they started to continue doing business.

Some people even set their sights on the kingdom of Yuanmie Buddha, driving small boats to sell goods next to the warship every day, which makes people feel that capital is really a deadly existence.

Although the environment gradually stabilized, the old monk watched the warships on the river every day, and his pair of white eyebrows were almost locked together.

"Father, what are you worried about? These days you are looking into the distance every day, and you don't even have big cards anymore." The little monk asked while gnawing on steamed buns under the eaves, "Come down to eat steamed buns, and today I also stewed meat, dipped in steamed buns The gravy is delicious."

"You can still eat!" The old monk said angrily, "Don't you know that the current situation is very strange? The whole city is in danger, but you all act as if nothing happened. You really don't know when you are about to die."

"What's weird?"

"Yuan exterminates the Buddha's kingdom but does not attack it, this is one; there are many warships in the country, but no grain transport ships appear, this is the second; time has passed for a few days, but the enlightened Buddha's kingdom has never sent anyone to rescue it, Not even a messenger came, this is the third. The current situation is full of weirdness, and you can still eat."

"Oh."

"Stew meat! Why don't you bring some over!"

"Oh."

While eating the stewed meat, the old monk found that the young monk was looking at him blankly, so he gave him a brain collapse angrily.

"Look what your father is doing!"

"Father, I thought you were just an old fellow who had no use other than making dung. I didn't expect to see things so transparently."

"Is there anyone who praises you so much!"

"I praise you from the heart! Dad, tell me, what kind of setbacks did you go through before that turned you into such a sloppy old man?"

The old monk looked at the young monk helplessly, and began to think about where he had a problem and how he taught such a thing.

He gave the little monk another brain collapse, and he said to Zheng Wu: "Master Zheng, I know you are not ordinary people, so I wonder if you can do me a favor?"

Zheng Wu waved his hand: "I can only assure you that nothing will happen here, but once you leave this temple, then I can't guarantee it."

"Enough, enough."

After letting out a sigh of relief, the old monk said to the young monk: "You stay here and don't leave. Your father and I are going on a long trip and will be back in a few days."

"There is a lot of chaos outside, where are you going?" the little monk asked in confusion.

"The capital of the enlightened Buddha country, I suspect that there are other major events there, so I have to go back and have a look."

The young monk stared at the old monk, and found that the other's eyes were clear, shining with the light of enlightenment.

But pointing to the surroundings, the little monk asked puzzledly: "The surroundings are guarded, how do you get out?"

"Don't worry about it, you just stay here and don't leave anyway. If I don't come back after seven days, you can go with Master Zheng and the others. You can go wherever they go, even if you sacrifice your appearance, you have to be with them."

"Father... do you ever talk like that? You can just say it in private, how can you say it in person?"

Zheng Wu also looked at the old monk gloomyly: "Don't say it in private."

The old monk nodded, pulled the young monk and said in a low voice: "Go and remove the Buddha statue before you leave. It contains the silver I have accumulated over the years. Anyway, I have no one to rely on, so I will give it all to you."

"Father, you finally said something human." The young monk held the old monk's hand with tears in his eyes.

"Get out. Stop talking, look at the benefactor Wang, you will die from laughing."

"That's right, stop talking." Wang Huai clutched his stomach, completely unable to stand up.

That night, the old monk quietly touched the Daxiong Hall, groped in the empty belly of the Buddha statue for a long time, and finally found a package.

Although the lamp was not lit, the old monk seemed to have eyes in his hands. In the dark, he combined the hot sticks and turned them into a six-foot spear.

The body of the spear was pitted and rough to the touch, but the tip of the spear was exceptionally sharp, with thick blood hanging from it.

Touching the body of the gun, the old monk sighed with emotion: "Old man, it's time to use you."

Without saying goodbye to the others, the old monk directly jumped over the city wall, as vigorous as a white ape in the mountains, without any signs of aging.

As the amount of exercise gradually increased, the qi and blood in his body gradually melted away, and the qi and blood hidden under the skin of the old man gradually released, making him look decades younger in a trance.

On the opposite side of the town by the river is a mountain road. The mountain road has long been guarded by monks from the Kingdom of Destiny, and it is difficult to get out easily.

But the old monk just glanced at it, and immediately understood the guarding routes everywhere, then seized the gap and rushed forward, directly leaping over the guarding routes of everyone.

But as soon as he landed, he felt a chill behind his back, and with a sudden effort from his waist, he bowed in mid-air like a big cat, dodging the arrows from behind.

After landing, he threw out the spear, fine-tuned the tip of the spear, and the oncoming arrows were thrown out by him.

Dodging two arrows, the old monk hid in the grass, twisted his steps rapidly, circled like a snake in the grass, and braved the rain of arrows above him to move forward quickly.

Just when he was about to break through the siege, he stopped suddenly.

I saw a tall monk standing in front, his mountain-like body firmly blocked the old monk's direction.

Holding the crescent shovel in his hand, the warrior monk who was destined to destroy the Buddhist kingdom shouted: "My servant..."

Before he finished speaking, a black light emerged from the grass, like the fangs of a poisonous snake, biting the monk's neck.

The tall monk only felt a chill in his throat, and the tip of the spear pierced his throat directly, making him stare at the old man in front of him with wide eyes.

Accompanied by a soft sound, the old man retracted his black gun, rushed forward over the monk's body, and then fixed his gaze.

In front of him, a team of monks who were destined to destroy the Buddhist kingdom fell to the ground, and their own young monk looked at the old monk with dissatisfaction.

"Father, you lied to me! There is no money under the Buddha statue!"

"I knew you were dishonest! I'm not dead yet, but you miss my money!"

"What's yours is mine, I'll see what's wrong in advance!"

"You son of a bitch, climb for me!"

Seeing that the two were arguing, Wang Huai on the side yelled at Zheng Wu: "How is it, is it fun?"

Looking at the old monk, Zheng Wu found that although the other party was a bit dishonest, he also had his own shining points.

Although this shining point does not come from Buddhism, it is enough to make people remember deeply.

Therefore, Zheng Wu nodded and said, "It's okay."

After the four left, the stunned monk team woke up and found the body of the strong man on the ground.

They were about to go to Pucuo, their compatriots, when the strong man whose throat had been cut stood up again, black air flashed behind his eyes.

Not long after, Pu Cuo suddenly appeared and stood behind the strong man.

Let the team leave, Pu Cuo looked at the strong man and asked, "Which Tianzun's subordinate are you?"

The strong man rolled his eyes, moved his hands and feet, and then said with satisfaction: "Mieshi Tianzun."

"Very well, my own. Come with me."

Looking at the direction in which the four of them left, Pu Cuo made an appearance of aiming with a crossbow, as if aiming at the prey.

"You two, I warned you."

　sorry for the lateness

　　
　
(End of this chapter)