The young monk has returned to secular life

Chen Sheng and Wu Guang were originally going to Liefang Pavilion today to find trouble.

In Yizhen's words, as long as they are reasonable, what do they have to fear?

Damn it, all you have to fight for is one breath.

How could Chen Sheng give up if he didn't get back what he had done yesterday.

But what happened yesterday has passed the "legitimate defense" time. If they want to find trouble, they must find a new reason.

Now that Yi Zhen is willing to stand up for them, it is naturally a dream.

When everything was ready, Yizhen walked out of the gate of the Duke's Mansion alone.

Along the way, Yi Zhen walked in front, followed closely by Chen Sheng and Wu Guang, and soon arrived at the entrance of Liefang Pavilion.

Liefang Pavilion is the largest brothel chain in the Dakang Dynasty. Even if they are not "catching prostitutes", they are usually singing, dancing and feasting.

Coming here again, Yi Zhen still felt "more cordial".

As soon as he appeared at the door of Liefang Pavilion, a welcoming woman came to him and twisted her waist like a willow branch.

This woman is beautifully dressed and her fragrance is fragrant.

Holding a pink silk handkerchief in his hand, he kept waving it in front of Yizhen's nose, and said in an even more disgusting tone: "Oh, where did this little monk come from? He has come to our Hunter Fang Pavilion for alms. "

Yizhen clasped his hands together and sang softly: "Amitabha, the young monk has returned to secular life."

The woman was stunned for a moment, then suddenly started laughing wildly. Her body wanted to lie on Yizhen's shoulders, shaking back and forth violently.

"Oh, that young master is a distinguished guest, so just let me serve you~"

Yi Zhen smiled softly and said a little shyly: "The monk likes goblins."

There are resident goblins in the venue of Liefang Pavilion. This is mainly to satisfy the appetite of those "petty bourgeoisie" who cannot spend hundreds of thousands of taels of silver at once, but still want to try something new.

However, they are "retail", so the prices are naturally not cheap. A set meal costs at least several thousand taels of silver.

As soon as the woman heard that Yizhen named her as a goblin, she should be a big client. She probably didn't want to give up this "good guy" easily, so she picked up Yizhen's arm and shook her.

"Brother Monk, how can I not compare to those fairies~"

"If they can do it, the slave family can do it, but if they can't, the slave family can do it~"

"If you don't believe it, you can try it~"

Yi Zhenxin said, which grandson wouldn’t want to try it.

But when he went out, Mu Yunqing had already searched himself all over, not even a scrap of paper. If you don't have money, why don't you let me try?

"Amitabha, the young monk may need credit."

The woman was holding Yi Zhen's arm and shaking him. When she heard that she wanted to pay on credit, she immediately pushed him aside.

"Stinky monk, you said you're not here to ask for alms?"

"Nonsence."

"I see you're not even a beggar, you just want to have sex for nothing."

Yizhen swept his sleeves calmly and said again: "Amitabha, this female benefactor may not know that I am a VIP customer of your Liefang Pavilion. If you don't let the young monk in, you will be beaten."

The woman didn't know what "micro criticism" meant, but when she saw Yi Zhen's vow, it didn't look like lying at all.

She couldn't help but ask: "What does 'micro criticism' mean?"

Yi Zhen smiled slightly: "He is a very important person."

Very important person?

The woman hesitated and asked again: "What's your name?"

"Yizhen."

"Then you wait at the door, and I'll ask Sister Hong. If you dare to lie to me, watch your butt~"

After the woman said that, she walked into the Hunter Fang Pavilion with her hips twisted.

Yizhen stood at the gate of Liefang Pavilion, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

He first squatted into a horse stance, then took a deep breath and turned to look at the gate of Hunter Fang Pavilion.

"Whoops."

"Whoops."

After two small mouthfuls of phlegm, the door of Liefang Pavilion suddenly shot out two golden lights.

The two door gods glared at Yizhen with ferocious faces, and his saliva marks were still hanging on the golden armor.

"Smelly monk, are you looking for death?"

"Amitabha, the young monk is not looking for death, the young monk is here for excitement."

"Looking for excitement?" The two door gods looked at each other, feeling that his words were not easy to understand.

At this moment, a shout came: "Smelly monk, you are really looking for death!"

Yizhen looked up and saw that Sister Hong had appeared in his sight with gritted teeth.

Two melon-faced twins also gathered on both sides of Yi Zhen.

They first looked outside the door and found nothing unusual, then they sneered: "'Military criticism'? Are you tired of living?"

Yizhen looked at the two door gods, then at Sister Hong, and finally his eyes fell on the two melon-faced bodies.

"Amitabha, you people from Liefang Pavilion are really rude. You live and die as soon as you meet them. You don't even ask if they are thirsty, hungry or if they need a massage."

"You are in the service industry, how can you have this attitude? In the long run, you will lose a lot of customers."

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Sister Hong snorted coldly and waved her hand towards the two melon faces, "Catch him and take him away."

"Wait a minute."

Yi Zhen straightened his clothes and walked inside: "I don't need to worry about you two, I'll leave on my own, little monk."

The two winter melon faces looked at each other and blocked his retreat with their iron swords.

Yizhen walked into Liefang Pavilion with a smile on his face, not taking the two door gods seriously at all.

They stared hard at Yi Zhen's back and said angrily: "Smelly monk, I will settle the score with you when I come out."

Yizhen stopped, turned around and asked, "What if they don't let me out? Will you throw me out?"

Sister Hong and the two melon-faced ones couldn't see the door god. They didn't know who Yi Zhen was talking to, so they hurriedly turned around in a circle and made ready movements.

"You brought helpers?"

"Hide and hide, get out of here!"

Yizhen blinked at the two door gods: "Did you hear that? I told you to get out."

The two doors were filled with smoke, but they couldn't show themselves to others at all.

Because door gods and ghosts are different, their duty is to protect the house from monsters and monsters.

Their incarnations in the gate spirits in the human world are just one of thousands of souls, but their true bodies are in the gate temple in heaven.

Without their true bodies, they cannot appear in front of others.

Black and white impermanence and ghosts are different. They are the bodies of ghosts and spirits. After being blessed by the official token of the underworld, the bodies of ghosts and spirits become their true bodies.

Therefore, they can reveal their true form to the warlocks in the world within certain rules.

"Stinky monk, you wait for me!"

"Wait?" Yi Zhen chuckled, "What can you do to me?"

"Ah ah... I'm so angry!"

The door god Ma Dai scratched his head anxiously, but Yi Zhen had physical protection. Unless they tried their best to violate the rules of heaven and use immortal magic to drive Yi Zhen's soul out of the body, and then deal with him, they could not do anything to him at all.

Yizhen is so confident because he knows this heavenly rule.

"Brother, what should I do? I can't help it anymore! I'm going to tear him out of his soul and leave no trace of his body..." Ma Dai spun around anxiously, about to pounce on Yizhen.

"That's not right!" Another door god, Zhao Lei, hurriedly stopped him.

"Brother, don't stop me. The worst that can happen is that I will be suspended for self-reflection. When the storm is over, we two brothers will fight together again!"

"Calm down!" Zhao Lei grabbed Ma Dai and looked at Yizhen in shock, "Can you see us?!"