Taoist Quick Wear

Then what?

Wang Wenyuan looked at Si Qingyan with longing eyes.

Did you get the hint from my eyes? Big fat sheep?

Si Qingyan looked back blankly.

Xiao Xie pinched her thighs desperately to hold back, she couldn't laugh, she couldn't laugh, she couldn't laugh!

"Bishop Wang, you have crow's feet at the corners of your eyes." Si Qingyan reminded Wang Wenyuan blankly, looking like a stupid beast.

"Puff——"

Xiao Xie was holding his breath so hard that he farted loudly.

Everyone present held their breath silently and stopped talking.

Of course, the corpse does not need to hold its breath, Si Qingyan's expression remains as normal, which makes Xiao Xie very fond of it.

In the background there was only the sound of the little saint playing happily.

This child couldn't pass every level and would always look at Si Qingyan with pleading eyes.

Si Qingyan has always been a good person who is willing to help others. Every time, he reaches out to help the little saint son's urgent needs.

"Unbelievable!"

The little saint son finally passed that level. He smiled happily, but in the next moment he frowned again and covered his nose fiercely.

The little Holy Son, who had escaped from the game, wrinkled his face when he smelled the stench that was comparable to a biological weapon.

Children are always honest and upright.

Xiao Xie was a little embarrassed.

He has been under too much pressure recently and has been constipated. He rarely farts, and the smell is a bit strong, which has not gone away for so long.

Thinking that there was still more than an hour before the action, Xiao Xie planned to go to the toilet first to avoid being caught at the critical moment.

"Mr. Wang, I'm going to relieve myself."

Wang Wenyuan waved his hand and told Xiao Xie to leave.

Originally, he didn't want Xiao Xie to call him Mr. Wang, but Xiao Xie's accent was weird and he looked like pig's feet when he called him bishop. In order to maintain dignity, Wang Wenyuan asked Xiao Xie to call him Mr. Wang.

Xiao Xie was squatting in the toilet, and it was a bit difficult to exert force. An excellent people's policeman cannot let personal issues affect his actions. Well, well... I must go to the hospital tomorrow to buy Hema Yinglong...

It was only after he trudged through his personal problems that he realized he didn't have any paper with him.

This place is out of the way, it is an abandoned tourist resort. Except for the members of the Dark Night Sect and teammates who have penetrated into the enemy, there is no one who can deliver paper...

In desperation, Xiao Xie could only call Wang Wenyuan and start thinking about it. Xiao Xie got straight to the point:

"Mr. Wang, I didn't bring any paper. Can you send me some?"

Xiao Xie, who was tall and extremely masculine, finished speaking, his face turned red from suppressing his emotions.

"Wait a minute." Wang Wenyuan frowned, thinking of that powerful fart, feeling a little painful.

"It's your turn, go on."

At this moment, the Archbishop of the Dark Night Sect, Wang Wenxiu, retreated from the stage in front.

"Okay...by the way, Bishop Wei, can you help Xiao Xie take this to the toilet?"

Wang Wenyuan originally didn't want the big fat sheep to do such a thing, but he knew that the little saint was a stupid donkey and could not be entrusted with important tasks.

"OK."

Si Qingyan took a box of tissue paper, got up and went out, looking for the men's room.

Archbishop Wang Wenxiu felt that it was not appropriate, but he had just led many believers to practice for three hours. His whole body was numb and a little cramped, and it was not convenient to walk. Besides, as the archbishop of the Dark Night Sect, how could he stoop down and deliver paper to a bumpkin driver?

After Si Qingyan went out, she quickly saw a sign with a bathroom sign on it. She looked for it and followed the sign into the men's room.

There was a young man washing his hands at the sink. When he saw Si Qingyan come in, he only glanced at it casually, but he saw the word "righteousness" on Si Qingyan's sweatshirt!

Although he only saw one word, the young man's eyes suddenly lit up.

Si Qingyan walked slowly and quickly reached the compartment.

He knocked accurately on the room where Xiao Xie was squatting.

"There's someone!" Xiao Xie replied in a sullen voice.

Damn it!

The young man's heart trembled. There were so many cubicles. How did this handsome guy in a black sweater find the one with people in it?

"Here comes the paper for you."

Si Qingyan bent down and passed the paper through the gap.

"Ahem, why is it you?"

"Thank you, brother."

Xiao Xie took the paper and said thank you in a muffled voice.

It seems that Wang Wenyuan told the truth about him not bringing any paper.

Suffocating.

Si Qingyan did not stop outside the cubicle. She walked to the sink with long legs and washed her hands. At this time, the young man waiting outside asked Si Qingyan excitedly:

"How did you tell there was someone in that cubicle?"

Xiao Xie, who was wiping his butt, also heard this question.

yes……

Just now, Wei Sixian only knocked on the door of his own cubicle.

It’s scary to think about it...

Xiao Xie suddenly remembered many details of today.

For example, the temperature inside the car is abnormally low.

There is also Wei Sixian’s excessively pale face.

Even the narrow phoenix eyes were evilly dark.

The white hair on Xiao Xie's back was dripping with sweat...

Si Qingyan did not go under the dryer to dry her hands, as it would be embarrassing if her body smelled like corpse.

Seeing the excited and expectant expressions of the young man in the corridor outside, Si Qingyan explained:

"The sign on the door turned red."

The color of the space above the switch on the outside of the toilet cubicle corresponds to the lock inside. When someone inside locks the door, you can see the locked space in red outside the compartment. When no one is inside or the door is unlocked, you can see the empty space in green outside the compartment.

Xiao Xie suddenly felt like a fool.

The young man winked at Si Qingyan, as if he was keeping it a secret. He could see it clearly. When Si Qingyan came in just now, he didn't even look at the mark on the door.

"Handsome boy, look at the words on my chest!"

Si Qingyan looked over and saw that the other party was also wearing a black hooded sweatshirt with the words "Dark Mystery" written on the chest.

What's the meaning?

Seeing that Si Qingyan did not give the expected reaction, the young man was a little disappointed, but when he thought of the extraordinary temperament of this black sweater, he immediately felt that this was a sign of maturity and stability of the man in the black sweater.

Si Qingyan walked out of the toilet door, and the two big characters on the sweatshirt were clearly seen by the boy wearing the "Dark Mystery" sweatshirt.

It turned out to be "Justice!"

Damn chuunibyou! Traitor to the sect! Too bad he thought the two of them were the same!

The "Dark Mystery" boy felt that his IQ was insulted.

Si Qingyan was a little puzzled by the young man's sudden change of expression, but he didn't think much about it.

He was afraid that the wound on his heart would burst and leak blood, attracting others' attention, so he deliberately chose a dark top in the wardrobe. Wei Sixian likes to wear light-colored clothes, and this "Justice" top is the only thing Si Qingyan has found that can be worn out.

Si Qingyan stood in the corridor for a while, waiting for the smell of the toilet around her to dissipate before returning to the room. Xiao Xie is really a smelly man. Even though his sense of smell was weakened to the extreme, Si Qingyan still smelled an unpleasant odor in the bathroom.

When he came back, the little saint was still playing Happy Fun, still stuck at the level before Si Qingyan left.

Seeing Si Qingyan come in, his eyes lit up, as if he saw his reborn parents.

The little saint handed the phone to Si Qingyan, showed a distressed expression, clasped his hands and bowed to Si Qingyan.

I really want to play this level!

Archbishop Wang Wenxiu, who was sitting quietly on the side, also saw this scene. His eyes twitched but he said nothing.

Wei Sixian is not an outsider anyway.

Most of the sponsorship and funding come from Wei Sixian.

Wang Wenyuan gave a speech outside and used a microphone, which made his voice very loud.

"The slight numbness you notice after practicing meditation is a normal phenomenon. This is the external manifestation of the stagnation of qi and blood."

"Cultivation can bring us closer to the Demon King. As long as we practice for one hour every day, without thoughts, desires, or desires, we will definitely make progress..."

"Our Archbishop, Mr. Wenxiu, is seventy-two years old this year, but he looks as young as a forty-year-old man. He is also majestic and powerful, and can control many people at night. This is the external manifestation of his advanced cultivation."

Si Qingyan's expression was a little strange.

Xiao Xie, who returned to the room again, had a strange expression.

You can fucking make it up!

However, Archbishop Wang Wenxiu, who faces the Mediterranean Sea, has long been accustomed to everything, even though he is only thirty-five years old this year.

It doesn't hurt that there are inherent benefits to meditating for a period of time every day.

But isn’t it common knowledge that if you remain still in one position, you will get numb and cramped? Why did the people below listen so carefully and take out notebooks to take notes? It would be great to have the time to take a certificate, but I just believe in a cult...

Xiao Xie shook his head secretly. There were too many stupid people in this world. Maybe this was the meaning of their line of existence.

"As long as you devoutly believe in Lord Demon King and contribute to it, you will be able to obtain profound cultivation methods."

"Praise the devil."

Wang Wenyuan explained the various magical features of the sect in a pious tone, explaining it in simple and profound terms, making it look like it was true.

It wasn’t until the end that I started talking about the teachings of the Dark Night Sect.

"We admire evil and admire the majesty of the Demon King."

"But we do not advocate harming others. This will plunge us into hell and lose the favor of the Demon King forever."

A young man below raised his right hand high.

Wang Wenyuan motioned to the young man to stand up and reply.

The boy was wearing a black sweatshirt with four big characters on the chest - Dark Mystery.

The young man first tapped his chest four times with a pious look on his face.

"Praise the devil."

"Mr. Bishop Wenyuan, how can we promote our own evil without harming others?"

Wang Wenyuan thought for a moment and replied:

"When you can't suppress the evil in your heart, take out a blank piece of paper, prepare a pen, silently praise the devil in your heart without interruption, and then draw a circle on the paper in a clockwise direction."

"Don't underestimate this process. This is a sacred process of fighting evil. When you draw enough circles, the evil will be defeated by you, absorbed by you, become a part of your body, and truly become you. own strength.”

“The fewer circles you draw, the more evil is absorbed.”

Si Qingyan listened to Wang Wenyuan's serious explanation and actually thought that drawing a circle was a good idea. Unexpectedly, Wang Wenyuan's head looks square and square, but he is actually a genius in the nonsense industry.

…

"I think I understand a little bit. Thank you very much, respected Bishop Wenyuan."

The young man of Dark Mystery sat down, looking like he was deep in thought, as if he had some enlightenment.

A young man near him couldn't help showing jealous eyes and whispered:

"Damn it, he actually had an epiphany! Such an epiphany can offset at least three months of meditation. How could his qualifications be so good..."

The policeman lurking among the believers lowered his head and suppressed the desire to laugh like a pig.

What kind of ghost sect is this?

Wang Wenyuan answered other believers' questions again. Most of them were very positive, and he even encouraged believers to work hard and support their families down to earth. If in another environment, he was said to be a philosophical master who guided the direction of life, and some people would believe it.

After a while, no believers asked questions. Wang Wenyuan solemnly said that the mysterious bishop would be invited to teach everyone.

For a while, the believers on the first floor applauded like thunder.

Every time the mysterious bishop appeared, he would wear a mask to guide the believers in the direction of the way forward. He would also give gifts to everyone during the New Year and other festivals. He was the most popular bishop in the church.

Si Qingyan didn't realize that the mysterious bishop mentioned by Wang Wenyuan needed to teach during the meeting, and was not prepared at all.

"Bishop Wei, it's your turn."

Si Qingyan looked confused.

Wang Wenxiu asked in a gentle voice:

"Did you bring your mask?"

Si Qingyan shook his head. He didn't know there would be such a thing, so he didn't bring anything.

The little saint knocked on his head, and took out a dog head mask from his small box, and handed it to Si Qingyan reluctantly.

The dog head on the mask is a Shiba Inu. For some reason, it has a mouthful of neat white teeth. Its smile is full of funny flavor, which makes people want to laugh at a glance.

Wang Wenxiu felt that it was not good, and asked tentatively:

"How about you wear a head mask?"

The black head mask was really wretched. Si Qingyan chose the Shiba Inu mask in the hands of the little saint.

Wang Wenxiu sighed, and didn't know whether the believers could accept this dog head mask...

Wei Sixian didn't want to reveal his identity. He used to wear the high-end black and white mask every time he taught. Today, there was only a low-profile dog head.

The dog's smile was a bit wretched, and it was a bit annoying.

Si Qingyan put the mask on her face and walked to the second-floor platform.

There was a black lotus throne there, and someone sat on it and left a butt mark in the middle.

Si Qingyan strongly suspected that the black lotus throne had faded.

Archbishop Wang Wenxiu just sat for three hours. Did he sweat on the throne?

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