I'm really a decent cultivator

"People from the Western Regions, don't you close the door when you take a shower?" Qing Chen asked calmly.

"All the flowers around are my eyeliner. If outsiders came, I would have hid a long time ago." The girl smiled and said, "It's just that I think...it's okay to be seen by this sister. As for you...I don't think so either." Lost."

Mrs. Yang was not in the mood to chat with her, and asked directly: "Do you know where my son is? It's not him in that box at all."

"Your son?" Ye Leng'er blinked.

"Guo Xiaobao." Mrs. Yang said, "Boy Jiyang."

"Oh, that little friend." The girl nodded slightly, "He was sent here before, but he was picked up soon."

"Who?" Mrs. Yang asked.

"Hmm..." The girl hesitated, "I do know, but if I tell you this kind of thing... I will take responsibility."

Madam Yang turned cold, "Little sister, if you don't tell me..."

"It's useless for you to threaten me. As long as something happens to me, the Huadu Conference will fail. If you dare to harm me, the Chaotian Pavilion in Shenluo City will trouble you."

The girl swam like a fish in the water, revealing her round shoulders and delicate collarbone.

"Of course, it's not impossible to tell you. It's just... I hope that accordingly, you can do me a little favor."

When she said this, her eyes were fixed on Qing Chen.

Qing Chen said: "If saving people is delayed because of this matter, then absolutely not."

"Don't worry." The girl said, "They arrested that kid for something that took a long time to prepare. They won't hurt him in a short time."

"Then what is your request?"

"Yesterday, one of my elder brothers also came to Chaoyang City. The name of his trip was to study Buddhism at Bailong Temple, but I know that the reason why he went to that temple was another ulterior purpose. .I need some help with him..."

Night, dark and terrifying.

Among the withered forests, there are faint lonely souls wandering.The north wind howled furiously, sweeping the top layer of snow, rolling over the ground like thin sand.

Looking from a distance, there is only one solitary lamp in the boundless wind and snow.

It was an inn.

In the high sky under the moon, two figures, one big and one small, appeared on the rugged mountain road in front of the inn.

These are two monks.

An old monk, looking haggard and bony, was wearing a thick cotton monk robe, and the clothes were so heavy that he would fall over.

There are a few strands of white beard under his chin, which seem to be blown off by the wind.

Next to him was a young monk who looked about seven or eight years old. He was also dressed in a thick cotton coat, dressed like a ball, with red lips and white teeth, indescribably delicate and lovely.His face was flushed, and he didn't look cold.

An old monk and a young monk came to the door of the inn and knocked on the door.

Tuk Tuk Tuk.

"Who?"

With a bewitching answer, a woman in a red kerchief poked her eyes out.

The old monk said: "Shopkeeper, our master and apprentice are traveling monks passing by. If you want to stay overnight, by the way... have some vegetarian food."

The woman stared and raised her eyebrows: "There are not many serious businesses all day long, but you monks with no money are happy to come here, no, no, go elsewhere!"

"Hey." The old monk grabbed the crack of the door and begged: "You look at the barren mountains and mountains, and there is probably only one shop like yours in a radius of tens of miles. Even if you don't give food, you can let us eat it in the firewood room. Just one night."

The woman's eyes sparkled, and she was about to say something more, when she heard a rude question from behind: "My lady, who are you talking to?"

"It's nothing, the two poor monks who beg for alms are worse than beggars, their bodies are stinky and have no meat, and they learn to be monks, I will drive them away!" the woman replied.

"Don't, don't."

I saw a fat man with a face full of flesh yelling repeatedly, then pulled the woman away and opened the door.

The wind and snow poured into the house, and the candlelight in the door dimmed instantly.

"Hey, two masters, it's freezing, come in and have a bowl of hot soup and rest for the night." The man greeted the master and apprentice very enthusiastically and entered the house.

"Amitabha, thank you very much, the benefactor." The old monk thanked repeatedly.

The little monk followed suit, looking solemn and cute.

"Go fry two vegetarian dishes? Warm a bowl of hot soup and serve it to the two chefs." The man raised his eyebrows and said to the woman.

The woman was still a little reluctant, but she didn't dare to disobey, so she could only twist her waist that was not slim but voluptuous, and ran to the back kitchen muttering something.

The inn is not big, there are only three or five tables in the small hall on the first floor, and there are actually guests at this time.

The two monks were arranged by the man at the only vacant table, and next to them were three high-ranking guests who looked like wandering rivers and lakes, all with thick eyebrows and big eyes, beards and scars.

Their coir raincoats and bamboo hats were piled up beside them, and it seemed that they had come from afar.

The three wealthy customers were having a good conversation, when they saw two monks sitting over, they looked at each other and smiled.

One of them first teased and said, "Little monk? Do you know...why are there more people in the north than in the south?"

The little monk glanced at him and shook his head slightly.

"Hey." Another high-roller said with a smirk: "Look at the weather outside, the winter in the north is bitterly cold, and every family can't go out, so they can only give birth at home."

"Ha ha……"

The old monk sighed slightly, as if lamenting that these people are not taboo about meat and vegetables, and they even tell dirty jokes to their children.But the strange thing is that the old monk didn't stop him either.

At this time, the man brought two plates of vegetarian dishes and two bowls of hot soup, put them on the table, and greeted: "You two, please take your time, drink the soup first, to warm your stomach."

The old monk did not thank him, but sighed again.

The little monk put his palms together and closed his eyes to chant sutras.

"Eh?" a high-flyer asked, "Monk, why don't you eat it? Do you think his handicrafts in this small restaurant in the mountains are rough?"

"Yeah, why are you sighing?" The other person said with a smile, "I'm sighing that this vegetarian dish is not to your taste. Do you want to eat meat?"

The old monk sighed leisurely: "The poor monk is sighing, you are born obsessed, and ruined the fate, why bother?"

"Ok?"

As soon as he said this, the expressions of the guests in the inn changed.

The old monk didn't talk nonsense, he clasped his hands together and chanted: "Amitabha——"

boom--

With his Buddha's name, it seemed that the world changed drastically, and all the lights and shadows around him seemed to fade away.

A warm small building in the mountains suddenly turned into a rotten house built of dilapidated tree trunks, and the wind and snow all around suddenly poured in.

The vegetarian dishes on the table instantly turned into two plates of severed human fingers, while the two bowls of hot soup turned into bright red blood, steaming in the cold wind.

And the high-ranking guests at the same table turned into three wild badgers.The guests at the other tables also turned into various goblin beasts.

As for the boss and the proprietress of the back kitchen, one turned into a wild boar and the other into a long snake.