I really want to be a cook

The young man suddenly became so short that he could only see other people's shoes.

He felt so sleepy and wanted to sleep.

He closed his eyes and never woke up again.

The sweat of the thugs on the side soaked his collar, and he didn't dare to look up for a long time. He made a choice and didn't shoot!

Those who dared to make a move just now walked away with Shaodong's house without even making a pitiful cry, while the downstairs was still in full swing betting money and shouting about big and small.

"Run, run as far as possible."

The remaining goodwill made Brother Jiao remind the beautiful woman, and then hurried away.

The young master is dead, so the old master will naturally not give up easily.

As the person who brought the young monk to see the Young Master's family, let alone he didn't know about it, whether he knew it or not, he had to be buried with the Young Master's family.

"Ahem, if you don't quit, little master, what else does your master teach you?"

Seeing that Bujie waved his hand lightly and took off the young master's head in a flash, Jiang Ping felt that he still underestimated Bujie's strength.

Big guys are big guys.

The bosses when they were young are not easy to mess with.

At least that moment just now, he couldn't stop it.

But he didn't want to stop it either.

The young master wanted to kill the young monk but was killed instead, which is also his own fault.

As for letting Bujie go to the government to report the case or something.

Sorry, people in the world have never had this concept.

The government, isn't that specially used to wash the ground and deal with funeral affairs.

Although Bujie had just taken someone's life, there was no trace of murderous intent on his face, but he still had a weak and receptive demeanor. It was hard not to make people wonder if the person who just shot was him.

Hearing Jiang Ping ask him, Bujie said with some embarrassment:

"Master has taught me a lot, but the little monk has a stupid head, and only [-]% of what he has learned, and [-]% of what he has learned, the master said, let the pig's brain eat it."

"Fortunately, you only learned [-]% of it."

Jiang Ping muttered.

"what?"

"Uh, I mean your master must be very good. You have only learned three times to be so good. Your master must be even better."

"That's not true, my master doesn't know martial arts."

Bujie said:

"He said that he was going to die, so he asked me to return to secular life and marry a wife. In this case, even if he died, he could rest assured."

"That, I'm sorry."

"It's okay, it's okay, Master will die after a while, and then I will be sad."

Is the brain circuit so clear?

Jiang Ping felt that he couldn't keep up with the rhythm, so he changed the subject and said:

"Then are you going to meet your future wife now?"

He is quite interested in how Murong Xianxian became the fiancée of Monk Bujie.

Because in the future version, Murong Xianxian and Bujie have no intersection at all, and among the seven concubines of Bujie, there is not a girl named Murong Xianxian.

Could it be another wave of divorce?

Or the Missy's close master?

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The little monk Bujie still didn't satisfy Jiang Ping's curiosity to meet Murong Xianxian, but instead brought him to an unexpected place.

"Hundred Flower Pavilion?"

The ostentatious archway above his head made Jiang Ping a little uncertain.

Is this a flower house?

Also known as a brothel.

The little monk Bujie just took him to the casino, and now he is taking him to the brothel.

I have been a little innocent in my life, and I have never visited a building.

Also, are you a monk or am I a monk?

With anticipation in his eyes, the little monk Bujie put his palms together facing the archway of Tianxiang Pavilion, and recited the Buddha's name in a low voice.

"It's here."

On the face of the little monk who does not quit, there is one point of holiness, three points of longing, four points of hope, and five points of excitement:

"Master said that any place where many female patrons who don't like to wear clothes live together is the place of ultimate happiness in the world and the place of hell for the Buddha.

Master also said, if a monk does not go to hell, who will go to hell?

Today, the little monk will go to hell! "

If you go to hell, you will go to hell. Your excited look makes me feel like you are going to heaven.

Jiang Ping held back his old mouth, and then asked.

"Do you have silver?"

The little monk Bujie was taken aback for a moment: "Money? The little monk has it."

As he spoke, he took out five copper plates from the hexagram embroidered with Buddha characters on his shoulder.

"Is it enough?"

"Do you think the price of going to hell is the price, so everyone has become a Buddha?"

Jiang Ping said disdainfully.

"Jiang Benefactor is right, but this is all the monk's money."

The little monk Bujie sighed, and said with regret:

"Master is indeed right. If you don't have money, you can't become a Buddha. You still have to return to lay life as soon as possible."

"But I have money, let's go, I invite you."

Jiang Ping patted the money bag.

Whether it is Tongtian Bank or Royal Bank, he always has thousands of taels of silver bills in his pocket.

Although it won't be a big deal, it's more than enough to invite a monk to visit the Flower House.

How did you say that sentence.

The three irons in life, we went through the window together, we carried the gun together, we did that together.

After coming out of this Baihua Pavilion again, he and the future non-abstaining killing monk will be veterans.

Tut tut!Safe money!

"Amitabha."

The holy light glowed on the face of the young monk who did not quit:

"Benefactor Jiang is really a good person. Before I return to the secular world, I will definitely recite the Medicine Master's Glass Sutra several times for Donor Jiang, so as to protect him from all diseases and keep him healthy.

Hell, here comes the monk! "

It is so fair and aboveboard to be able to talk about visiting a brothel.

Jiang Ping was also very impressed.

The two walked into the Baihua Pavilion together.

Because of the broad daylight, there are fewer girls in Baihua Pavilion.

After most of the guests walked in, they still listened to the music in a more serious manner, watching the young ladies in cool clothes dancing in the lobby to add to the fun.

However, the fragrance of flowers, rouge, and women's body fragrance permeated the space, reminding guests that this is not a serious place to drink.

Occasionally, being provoked, the impatient guests dragged the girl next to them and went straight into the room.

"Wow."

After the little monk Bujie came in, he was amazed.

Everything here is so new to him who is just a fledgling, and it seems that he is always ready to open a new door for him.

"Young master, this way please."

The bustard who came up to him had sharp eyesight and knew who was the gold master.

Jiang Ping looked like a regular customer, and directly opened the way with silver, and took a silver ticket of one hundred taels in the hand of the old bustard:

"Give me a clean room, and prepare hot water, I want to take a good bath.

As for this little master, treat me well, and you can give me whatever he wants.If it is not enough, I will make up for it after it comes out. "

"Oh, my son is very generous, don't worry, my son, this little master's servant will definitely satisfy him, and he will be the best girl."

The old bustard greeted and sent off, she was well-informed, and as soon as she touched the material of the banknote, she immediately confirmed the authenticity, giggling and bouncing wildly with her chest lowered on purpose.

Since it is a special service industry, speaking and doing things are much more straightforward.

Let alone a monk, even a beggar, as long as the money is enough, there are plenty of girls who are willing to receive him.

What's more, this monk is so handsome, even more handsome than the few rabbit masters raised in the pavilion with a lot of money.

If it weren't for the old bustard's self-knowledge, knowing that he was old and decrepit, no matter what, the money would not be earned by those rascals, so it would be nice to just pay for it by himself.

"If you don't quit, little master, you can play by yourself. I'll take a bath."

Jiang Ping finally controlled himself.

He couldn't confess that Jiang's first time was in this kind of place.

Based on his appearance, it is uncertain who should pay in the end.

The little monk Bujie nodded, and gently touched his bald head, already sweating a little:

"Benefactor Jiang, don't worry, the monk will not be afraid."

After half an hour.

A certain wing.

Jiang Ping squinted his eyes and lay on his head in the bathtub full of petals, with his hands resting on the edge of the tub, steaming, and next to him were two young girls with soft hands rubbing his shoulders.

"comfortable!"

It's all the monk Bujie's fault, why not take him to a flower house?

This depraved life is too easy for people to degenerate.

Jiang Ping despised himself for being so depraved, and decided that he would have to find time to attend three times a month from now on.

Well, five times.

That innocent young man, that untouchable boy

Gone!

"what!!!"

Heart-piercing howls of pain penetrated the soundproof room.

Disturbed by the calls, Jiang Ping lost the mood to take a bath, stood up, let the two maids dry him off, and then changed into a brand new white brocade robe.

"Made, you're handsome again!"

Seeing the handsome young man in the bronze mirror, Jiang Ping couldn't help cursing in a low voice.

So handsome, the standard for finding a wife has to be raised a bit in the future.