Dimensionality Reduction! Two-dimensional!

It is autumn now, and there is still a hint of dryness in the air, which will be extinguished by the autumn golden wind in a dozen days.

The wind is not too cold now.

The wind lifted the little girl's long silver hair. As a spiritual body, she naturally didn't care about the wind and rain, but the vegetative person in the room needed someone to wipe her body.

After the two caring women cleaned up, they nodded to Esther who was sitting in front of the door and counting ants, and left.

Esther alone is boring.

Esther without Oni-chan is boring.

Every day I stare at a vegetative person who can't speak or move-she is quite bored, so bored that she is about to fall asleep.

Fortunately, Qiulong ran over in time: "Miss! Miss!"

That's what people in Liangyi's family call her...

The head of the family also raised her as a granddaughter. In addition, although this child is taciturn, she is very kind-hearted, so everyone calls her that.

Fortunately, I didn't call you Miss...

The housekeeper, Qiulong, was out of breath: "Um... the eldest lady of the Cangzaki family is here again."

Very dissatisfied in the tone.

For the current Patriarch of the Aoqi family, although the Liangyi family said that they would welcome...well, they would welcome him, but the intention of his visit is not very good.

I'm super upset with a brat like Aoko Aozaki who went to Kanto to fight and play.

Esther is also very upset. It's not that she doesn't know how to fight, but she just doesn't like fighting. Although it's a bit incompetent and a bit pitiful to say that she doesn't like fighting as a sword spirit, but that's what is imprinted deep in her consciousness.

The highest kindness is like water, with the heart of the highest kindness, it moistens all living beings and all things.

Daozu's thoughts and thoughts have their own deep meanings, and they often seem to be careless, a very inconspicuous son, and may eventually become a very crucial winner.

In the beginning, Tangtang's Master Qingzi came all the way here to fight her brother-in-law...

Because I thought I had a little mastery of magic, and wanted to get back my original face, it happened to be tricky... At that time, the Taoist priest had already gone to Fuyuki City to teach loli.

Patriarch Liangyi couldn't bear the disturbance, so he pushed Esther out.

Then... don't talk about saving face, Tangtang's Master Qingzi even lost his face this time.

I came several times in a row in the past few months, and the proud girl just refused to accept being hanged and beaten by a brat.

But this time, it didn't seem like they were here to fight.

"... Qingzi, I'm here to help!"

The dashing Aoko Aozaki was dressed in a white shirt, her whole body was refreshing, and her young figure had already begun to show her youthful flavor.

Still fluttering straight and long hair, the juliuhai on his forehead swayed with the wind, and snorted proudly at the silver-haired and white-clothed kid in front of him: "I heard that my brother-in-law took over the Jiantong family, and his previous identity is also It was exposed, I came here because I was worried that some villains would trouble the Liangyi family—hmph! Thank me!"

Esther didn't have much expression, or she didn't know what kind of expression she should make, she just replied plainly: "With me here, no villain can enter here."

But it was such an answer, such a simple but arrogant answer that almost made the trainee magician furious.

"Wow wow, kid, you are so crazy!"

………………

Recently, Fuyuki City is not peaceful.

Well, Kotomine Kirei thinks so.

Recently, there are some unscrupulous vendors selling human organs on the street!

Be vigilant!

For example, the hawker selling oranges in front of me.

Mr. Father has been getting angry recently, like eating some fruit to cleanse the stomach. When buying fruit, you must taste it first before paying for it, right?

But when he tasted the fifth one, the swarthy middle-aged man lowered his voice and asked in Mr. Priest's ear, "Do you want to lose face?"

"It's so scary?"

Because the weather is coming into autumn, Boss Luo put on a shit-yellow coat on his strong body. He was also shocked when he heard regular customers talk about this horrible experience: "There are even people selling people's faces! My God—maybe the latest serial murder case was done by that peddler!"

Lao Luo wiped off his sweat. Today is relatively leisurely, especially this kind of appearance at three or four o'clock in the afternoon. Generally, no guests will come to the door. Kirei came here purely because he is bored—the most important thing is that he doesn't want to go My teacher Tohsaka's house, because every time I go there, the malice in the eyes of that kid with two ponytails is about to overflow...

Kotomine Kirei was not afraid of Tohsaka Rin, but thinking of the Taoist priest standing behind her, the priest still went out to hide for leisure.

If I can't afford to mess with it, I can always hide it!

Unlike other magicians, and unlike his teacher Tosaka Tokiomi's smattering of knowledge, Kotomine Kirei is very aware of how terrifying that man who looks like a flirtatious man is.

His father, Yan Fengli, is a rare master of Bajiquan. He said bluntly that he has acquired a bit of the essence of Cangzhou, but he is so afraid of him that he is so devout to God.

A few years ago, the Church of the Holy Church joined forces with White Wing to besiege and kill the ancient red, the black vampire princess, in a certain mountain range in Eastern Europe. The dead, wounded, and wounded of the disciples fled in haste.

Their scope of activities was always limited to Europe, and they didn't know what was going on with the eight-faced Han sword flying in the sky, but Kotomine Rizheng, who had studied martial arts in Central Continent, was not so clear.

Huaxia Kyushu has a vast land and abundant resources—it’s not my younger brother who is so big…

I find that you people are really getting dirty.

For five thousand years, there are three teachings and nine streams, orthodox sects, which one is not broad and profound?Even if it is only the Chinese martial arts that came back to light during the Republic of China, even if it is not as good as the immortal Buddha technique that has become a legend, it still shines through the ages and is honored both at home and abroad.

"...How generously the sky treats China, and how scornfully it treats my homeland."

These are the original words of the old priest. He knew that in the Kyushu, among the hidden mountains, there are still stories about sword immortals, so after he survived by chance, he kept silent and was sent back to his homeland.

So when his son Kirei mentioned the man's appearance and clothes, the old priest was also frightened into a cold sweat, and repeatedly told his son to back off...

Kirei was thinking about something, boredly watching Boss Luo bring a large pot of ribs to the ground, sitting on a small bench, holding a thick knife in his hand.

Lao Luo is going to chop ribs.

"Recently, a lot of people have disappeared in the city. Alas, those policemen don't know what they're doing, making people panic. My Huahua doesn't dare to go shopping alone now..."

The black and fat Boss Luo was chopping some ribs at this time, and was going to cook the dipping sauce for a while to drink with this guy who often came to take care of business.

Just then someone strolled in.

He heard footsteps, looked up, and a handsome monk in white came in calmly.

The wine and meat monk of Taishan Zen School continued to chop ribs with his head down as if he hadn't seen this guy. With a sharp and heavy butcher's knife, with each cut, the oily surface of the knife would splash a lot of oil foam.

Soren Araya walked up to him and watched quietly, as if he was very interested in this kind of work.

Kotomine Kirei frowned unhappily, then apologized to Lao Luo and left.

Boss Luo is still chopping ribs, the knife in his hand is steady.

Monk Zong Lian suddenly took a step back like an electric shock, and said with a wry smile: "Brother, why do you want to give me a knife?"

The fat man raised his head, seeing that this guy was hiding quickly, he resisted not making a move, and said angrily, "You poor man! What are you doing here without money?"

The great monk nodded and smiled slightly as if he hadn't seen the big pot of ribs: "Come and invite brother to eat some vegetarian food..."

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I am not a witch ancestor, I am a master of learning, because I am not dirty enough.

I'm a little lazy today, I suddenly want to play games, okay?

Chapter 72 Chapter 69 Forgive me for being more direct

Logically speaking, there is a big difference in Zen Buddhism regarding whether to eat meat or not.

How should I put it? The Buddha stipulated that disciples of Buddhist sects can eat meat. It doesn’t matter if they are clean or not. In the end of the Dharma era, if you don’t eat meat, malnutrition will kill you.

And Zen is kind of... well, maverick.

Not to mention the teachings of those ancestors, just the Zen ancestral court...so many monks, so many special skills, so many spicy Shi Yong...you let them all go vegetarian?

Have you never died?

Do you want to try Nianhua Zhigong?

Boss Luo, who also came from the Zen sect, has never been happy with meat every day since he broke through the mountain gate. Monk Zong Lian invited him to eat vegetarian food, which would have killed him.

"I've got all the hair on your face!"

Hei Fatty, who is full of vigorous body hair, held a butcher's knife in his hand, and pointed at the monk impatiently: "Get out, get out! You and that son-in-law of the Taoist school often make me nervous, and I want to have sex at night. Beware of the aftermath of the long-distance confrontation between you two wicked bastards..."

Araya Zonglian smiled bitterly: "Senior brother...how vulgar?"

The fat man with big arms and round waist glared: "What are you pretending to be in front of me? When I came to see you on the rooftop, what kind of book was in the "Miaofa Lotus Sutra" that you held in your hand every day? Do you really want me to say it?"

The monk was taken aback for a moment, completely unaware of what he was talking about: "What do you mean, brother?"

"Lamp Grass—"

"upbraid!"

What a majestic and majestic monk, his eyes were wide open at this time, and he was full of anger, and he interrupted the fat man's next bad words with a refrain from the Buddha's words...

Boss Luo, who was interrupted, smiled instead of anger: "I said you are so serious? How many years have passed? You even used the Taoist mantra in a panic... Hey, junior brother, where are you going?"

The Qingjun monk whose history was turned upside down suddenly covered his face and walked away, turning a deaf ear to all voices.

"Hey hey, you thief monk with six unclean roots, sooner or later you have to return to vulgarity!"

The so-called uncleanness of the six sense organs... ah, you should go to Baidu for yourself, so as not to call me a mudslide again.

Damn tentacles!

The fat black man smiled to himself for a while, and the smile slowly subsided, and suddenly the appearance of King Vajra Ming in the temple appeared on that thick black face: "There is no life at the end of the kalpa, even the Buddha can't do anything, you can only enter and perish, junior brother What the hell is this?"

He sat down again, and waved the butcher's knife lightly in the air.

"Hey La-"

The air was faintly rippling, and the light was fluctuating violently. It seemed that with a little force from his knife, he could break through the space with an ordinary knife.

Terrifying power, terrifying supernatural powers.

"Junior Brother, even the Buddha is moved by your persistence!"

The sound of chopping meat sounded again, and it seemed a little lonely in the empty hall.