I really want to be a cook

"This time, the monk came down the mountain to marry a wife. After marrying a wife, the monk can return to the vulgar life.

However, although yesterday's benefactor is very beautiful, she is not the monk's wife, so she cannot be married. "

Scar villain is interested:

"Oh? Then who is the wife you want?"

The little monk touched his bald head and said in distress:

"Master said her name is Murong Xianxian, so I don't know if she is pretty or not? If she is not as beautiful as yesterday's female benefactor, I will be at a loss."

"Hahaha"

The scarred man laughed loudly, and then said viciously:

"Little monk, don't dream, yesterday's young lady didn't like you, she was just trying to annoy a young master.

And because the lady kissed you, the son is very angry.

Because the son is very angry, you can't live.

If you have any last words, tell me as soon as possible. "

The scarred man drew his knife.

"what?"

The little monk was not very scared, but a little surprised:

"Just because that beautiful young lady kissed the young monk, a young master wants to kill me?

How could he be so overbearing?

Besides, it wasn't the little monk who asked the young lady to kiss me? "

The villain with the scar shook his head: "If you don't understand, go down and think about it!"

As he said that, he was about to use the knife.

"Wait a minute, Amitabha."

The little monk clasped his hands together, recited the Buddha's name again, and asked:

"Young monk, I have one last question."

"Say!"

"Are you going to kill the little monk?"

"nonsense!"

The knife-scarred man turned hard, and stabbed the little monk with a small knife.

Boom! ! !

The villain with the scar felt that he had stabbed an iron wall, and his hands were numb from the shock.

Again

bang bang bang! ! !

The little monk was unscathed.

Gudong!

The scarred man swallowed hard.

then

Pfft! !

"Master, spare your life!"

Throwing the knife, kneeling, kowtow, begging for mercy, the movements are coherent and skilled.

The little monk didn't look at the knife-scarred man kneeling on the ground, but frowned slightly. The moon-white monk's robe on his body was stabbed two times by the knife.

"This is the monk's favorite piece of clothing."

"Master, don't worry, I know Tailor Li, the most powerful tailor in the city. The clothes he makes are ten times, a hundred times better than this."

The scarred villain laughed out a flower.

How evil he was just now, how kind he is now.

"You wanted to kill the little monk just now?"

"It's not that the villain wants to kill the master, but someone wants me to kill the master. I am a knife. Master, do you think you can blame the sin on a knife?

So Master and I are both innocent, the real guilty person should be the one who asked me to kill Master. "

"What you said is somewhat Buddhist."

The little monk nodded.

The villain was happy when he heard the little monk continue to say:

"But the master said that the little monk has no roots of wisdom, so he let the little monk return to the vulgar. The little monk thinks what the master said makes sense."

"Ok?"

The scarred man raised his head, and saw the little monk's face without joy or sorrow.

Click! ! !

"Amitabha!"

The little monk recited the Buddha's name silently, and a limp corpse fell in front of him.

"Hey, Master is right. There are mostly bad people down the mountain. A good monk like this monk is really innocent."

As he spoke, he stepped on the ground, and a big pit sank into the ground. With a sweep of his robes, the body was thrown down.

"Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, I leave you a whole body. You have entered the animal realm of reincarnation, remember to be a good pig in your next life.

It's a pity, I don't eat meat, so I probably won't be able to eat your sins. "

"puff!"

"Ok?"

The little monk turned around and saw a man two points more handsome than him flying out of the fallen leaves in the forest.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't hold back."

At this moment, Jiang Ping had already recovered from his injuries. Looking at the serious little monk, he suppressed a smile and said:

"Don't blame me, little master."

The little monk frowned:

"The monk doesn't like you."

Jiang Ping apologized, "I'm sorry, little master, I shouldn't have laughed at you."

The little monk was distressed and said:

"You are prettier than the little monk. The master said that the little monk is the most handsome little monk in the world. The master lied to me."

"Uh"

Jiang Ping touched his face unconsciously, seeing how the little monk liked it.

How can you talk so well at such a young age?

Little monk, you have taken a long way.

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The little monk who claimed to have no wisdom roots and disliked Jiang Ping did not quit.

When he heard this name, Jiang Ping's legs were soft, and his smile was slightly stiff.

Jiang Ping is still not used to this kind of scene where he just sleeps casually and meets the future boss after waking up, it's too exciting!

Do not quit killing monks!

Also known as the monk of five not precepts.

The five root precepts of Buddhism, this monk doesn't even quit!

When it's time to scold your mother, she will kill your whole family when she says she will kill her, and she never winks.

The most refrained from killing, followed by sex, he is a famous romantic monk, he never looks back on the way to find a concubine.

My favorite sentence I used to say: Donna, you are destined to be a monk!

Widely active between the third expansion pack and the fourth expansion pack, when he was at his highest combat power, he fought for three days and three nights with existences at the level of martial arts myths.

Well, of course he died in the end.

By the way, all the seven wives he begged for died in love with him in the end, and they were dubbed by the players as the love saint in the monk world, the Lord Wei who eats everything.

Although the monk kept saying that he had long since returned to vulgarity.

But he was hanging around with a bald head all the time, making it hard to tell whether he was bald as a teenager or whether he was determined to be a monk.

Meeting him suddenly now, Jiang Ping was a little confused.

This kind of boss shouldn't be practicing martial arts hard in the deep mountains, and then come out to gain a sense of existence when it's time to die, and then leave a vigorous legend, and die willingly.

What the hell is coming out now?

I wasn't prepared.

If he knew that he would meet such a golden thigh today, Jiang Ping felt that he would at least wash his face and show respect, not to mention fasting, bathing, and burning incense to change clothes.

Although this young man is naturally beautiful, he has been buried in the pile of dead leaves for a whole day, which still puts an imperfect question mark on this first meeting.

Lucky Casino.

"Buy big and small?!"

"Buy and leave!"

"open!"

"leopard!!!"

"Hahaha!!! Kill all!"

"Losing money, losing money!!!"

The noise is heard, and the voice is hoarse.

It seems that they are not gambling, but fighting for their lives on the battlefield.

However, for gamblers, the opening on the gaming table is actually similar to fighting with a knife, and there are not a few people who go bankrupt and their families are ruined.

Jiang Ping almost instinctively resisted this kind of place.

He doesn't like to gamble.

Because gambling means risk.

And the smell here is not good. In order to put one more table, the gambling house compressed all the space as much as possible. Every gaming table is densely surrounded by people, like a group of black ants stuck to rice grains.

Jiang Ping covered his nose, frowned and asked the monk beside him:

"Didn't you say you were going to meet your future wife? Why did you come here?!"

"Or is it that monks also like to gamble?"

The little monk Bujie looked at all kinds of beings with great interest, and because he was a little noisy, he almost shouted in reply:

"I'm looking for someone!"

As he said that, his eyes lit up, and he walked straight to a thug who was watching the situation.

"Amitabha, this benefactor, I am very polite."

The thug's face was full of flesh and he was tall and thick. One arm was thicker than the monk's thigh. When he saw a bald head walking in front of him, he frowned instinctively.

For casinos, a bald head is, in a sense, a sign of bad luck.

"Go away! There is no money for you here, sir!"