There's something wrong with this assassin

Chapter 34

Passers-by around heard this and frowned.

After all, if you have to gouge out your eyes to apologize for just looking at you one more time, will everyone present have to gouge out their own eyes?

But because this woman is really surprisingly beautiful, not only does she not look like a Central Plains person, but she is also not dressed like a Central Plains person. It is not very hot in early summer at this time, so she is openly naked. Arms as smooth as silk, the upper body is only wrapped in a dark blue tube top, the lower body is a flowing gauze dress, and the slender thighs like chopsticks are looming.

Let those ignorant and old-fashioned defenders can't help but shout immoral, but they can't help but pay more attention to it.

After all, it's so pretty, who wouldn't want to see it.

See the step where you want to dig yourself.

The tall old monk quietly stretched out his right hand to cover the eyes of the young monk behind him, and holding the tin stick in his left hand, he uttered the Buddha's name again, and the old man said: "It is said in the Buddhist scriptures that form is emptiness, and emptiness is form."

"No matter how beautiful the female benefactor is, she is just a pink skull, passing by, and has nothing to do with the impurity of the six roots."

The little monk behind him is clever and cute. He is really interested in the foreign woman in front of him. He wants to avoid the monk's hand to see the appearance of the female benefactor in front of him, but the old monk's hand always stops an inch in front of the little monk. , Let the little monk toss and turn, just like the monkey grandson can't get out of the palm of the Buddha.

The woman from the Western Regions giggled and said, "Elder Monk, you are so boring. If your little monk wants to see it, just ask him to take another look."

Saying so, she took a step forward and was about to grab the old monk's wrist that blocked the young monk's eyes.

With Bai Shengsheng's bare arms, she grabbed it with one hand, but the next moment she withdrew her hand as if catching a red-hot coal fire, and her face paled: "King Kong is not broken?"

The old monk let out a long sigh, and rolled up his sleeves, only to see seven or eight thin silver needles on the sleeves of the khaki cassock.

But if it is a thin needle, that's fine. What surprised the people around me the most is that the needle looks sharp and hard, but it didn't even pierce the oily skin on the monk's wrist. It's crooked, as if it's just some straw pine needles.

"The cold silver needles from the Demon Gate of the Western Regions." The old monk flicked his sleeves, and those silver needles fell on the ground: "Young lady is really easy to follow."

"Dare to ask the name of the female benefactor?"

After one move was defeated, the woman from the Western Regions looked terrified. After all, the opponent's martial arts were far beyond her imagination, but she laughed instead: "Little girl Ningxia, dare to ask the great monk to ask me for my name, do you want Propose marriage to this girl?"

"No and no." The old monk said calmly: "It's just that the female benefactor is too murderous, and I plan to send the female benefactor back to Shaolin Temple for ten years of meditation to sharpen her mind."

As soon as this remark came out, the color of Ningxia finally changed.

If he really entered Shaolin Temple and was locked up for ten years, wouldn't it be a waste of youth when he came out.

"The old monk is so loud." Ning Xia said with a smile: "Can you hold me?"

"Of course I have to try it." The old monk said, and at the same time 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 Ningxia's shoulder.

Ning Xia giggled, took a step forward, and was about to deliver her breasts to the old monk. The old monk was taken aback for a moment, and his figure that was already in the air suddenly sank and landed firmly on the ground: "You female benefactor, I don't want you to die." Skin."

On the other hand, Ningxia made a face and shamed the other party: "If you take someone, you take someone, but you attack the woman's vital parts. You are really a fake eminent monk, Monk Hua."

Saying this, Ning Xia folded his hands in his arms, grabbed 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, because it was a rare beauty from the Western Regions who made trouble for a couple of monks in the street, and this is the downtown area of ​​Los Angeles, so there were quite a few people gathered around to watch the excitement.

"My cold soul silver needle, you know it, great monk, if you dare to come up, I will sprinkle it on the crowd."

"No matter how good your martial arts are, can you stop the passers-by behind me?"

"At that time you arrested me, but they were poisoned and died. Dare I ask the great monk, is this your crime?"

"Or is this girl my fault?"

Ningxia speaks the official dialect of the Central Plains, which is crisp and loud. Originally, these passers-by and spectators were just watching the fun, but they didn't expect that Ningxia would be tied to a chariot by Ningxia in a blink of an eye, and they couldn't sit still. Everyone didn't Retreating, instead relying on the large number of people, he began to count down the monk.

"You monk, just peeping at other girls, and you want to send them to the Shaolin Temple for the pleasure of you obscene monks? Wouldn't the Buddha commit suicide in shame when he saw it?"

"It's your business to catch the witches of the Western Regions, but if the witches of the Western Regions hurt us because of this, it's not your big sin, the great monk."

"It's your business to eliminate demons and defend the way, but don't bring trouble to us pond fish."

"..."

For a moment, everyone was talking in a mess, and Ning Xia was smiling triumphantly, like a fox who had stolen a hen.

"Great monk, my martial arts are not as good as yours. I just came to learn your martial arts. Your martial arts are too good, so I won't accompany you."

Saying this, she raised the silver needles in her hand, turned around and walked towards the crowd with her waist twisted.

But because she is so beautiful and has a nice voice, it is said that the crowd did not part the way for her.

After all, such a delicate beauty, who would like to leave as soon as she says.

Ning Xia couldn't help but sighed: "Grand Monk, if they won't let me go, I'll offend you."

Saying this, she lightly raised her wrist, and a ball of powder was scattered forward, turning into a cloud of light green mist. The people in front of her were unable to dodge, and they were sprinkled rightly, and all of them immediately burst into tears. Sneezing while holding his head like a rat running away.

The elder monk stood in place, the younger monk hugged 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 merciful and letting me, a witch, survive."

The great monk put one hand in front of his body and sang the Buddha's name: "I hope that the girl will not let me meet in a clean place next time."

"That's not necessarily true." Ning Xia's voice came from far away, but this gorgeous girl from the Western Regions had already disappeared into the crowd.

Obviously such a conspicuous dress.

The old monk sighed, put the young monk down, and the two continued to walk forward.

The little monk asked curiously: "Master, master, is this the kind of Rakshasa witch you mentioned?"

Rakshasas, Buddhist evil spirits, all eat human flesh. Among them, the male is ugly and the female is beautiful.

The old monk shook his head: "This is a ghost in the world, not a Buddhist Rakshasa."

Saying so, he pulled the little monk, separated the crowd, and walked forward step by step.

(End of this chapter)