It doesn’t matter, it’s just a yellow-haired monkey, I just think it’s watching a monkey show.

Although the fat monk said this, the clouds on his face still did not dissipate. He looked up from time to time and glanced at the people in the yard, hoping to see some clues, but he still found nothing.

Hearing the fat monk's words, he was finally relieved. However, Mr. Fang, who was standing beside him, felt as if he was overwhelmed. Others could not recognize who the yellow-haired monkey was. He was very clear about it. The yellow-haired monkey was brought by the two guests who lived in his house last night. This morning, the old man named Liu said that they understood some Taoism and said that the young man was a true disciple of Maoshan. He thought he was a little dissatisfied. But today he knew that the two people were definitely not ordinary people. Just from the yellow-haired monkey, you can see that the inconspicuous little thing could play with this group of powerful old Taoists. If any of the two guests stood up, it would probably be knocked down by the fat monk and the people he brought.

Thinking of this, Mr. Fang looked at the door again, but there was no trace of Old Liu and Wu Feng anymore. He was puzzled, where did this person go?

Those old Taoists who were tortured by the yellow-haired monkey complained one by one, and some of them didn't say a door. They gave a vicious curse to the yellow-haired monkey, but they quickly understood that it seemed that someone had instructed it to do this. When they were chasing the yellow-haired monkey just now, they were about to jump on the wall, but their legs were immediately hit. It was obvious that someone was secretly helping the yellow-haired monkey.

The old Taoist who was scratched by the yellow-haired monkey a few times and had a bloody face was the most frustrated. He gritted his teeth and said to the fat monk: Huineng, you just saw who was secretly attacking me, it was really shameless to do these stealing activities, and have the ability to fight me for three hundred rounds. Seeing that I would not break my arms, let him attack me again in the future

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The fat monk glanced at the old Taoist disdainfully and teased: I can't even deal with a yellow-haired monkey. You still want to deal with its owner. I think you are like this. It would be nice to be able to use three moves on his hands. I want to break someone's arm. Wouldn't it be a fool to dream.

As soon as he opened his old words, he saw the fat monk's gloomy face and the obscene eyes that were tired of fat, and swallowed the one below back into his stomach.

The fat monk drank for a while and suddenly raised his head, looked at the sky, then stood up, muttering to himself: It's getting late, it's time to set up a formation. Dear Taoist priests, let's go

The Taoist priests who were tortured by the yellow-haired monkeys also stood up at this time and looked up at the sky outside the pavilion. Some were calculating something. One of the old Taoists said solemnly: Well, it’s time to set up a formation. Tonight is the first seventh day of Mrs. Li. You can’t miss the time, as it will be difficult to deal with it.
Chapter completed!