When the old monk Baiyun walked into the city gate with the little monk in all directions, it was getting late. The two of them walked through the crowded market with their luggage, hoping to find a place to shelter from the wind and rain before it was completely dark. If they could get some food, it would be great.

"The Ullambana Club! Weapons are sold at a high price!"

The iron thug shouted at the side, waving the strange-shaped weapons in his hands, several people rushed over and shouted slogans to chase a big man in front!

"Stop! Don't leave the thief!"

Although the big man looked at the big and thick, he had no weapons in his hand and was alone, so he had to avoid fighting, keep hiking into the crowd, rushing left and right and shouting, "Kill people! Run!", hoping that the crowd behind him could help him resist one or two.

The golden Buddha in the back of the ten directions was like an old hen protecting a chicken, constantly dodging left and right, avoiding waves of pursuit and fight, several waves of people rolling on the ground to fight, and countless waves of people tearing and quarreling with feathers. The old monk no longer looked calm at this time, pressing one hand on the golden Buddha seat, his expression nervous as if he was on the way to obtain the scriptures in the West.

The stick in Shifang's hand accidentally touched the pedestrian. The man immediately took out his sword and made a fierce costume. Seeing someone suddenly taking out his weapon, the sensitive nerves of the people around him were also triggered. They took out their weapons and stared at everyone around him. They were like hedgehogs. When they were slightly frightened, they immediately stalked together and exploded the thorns.

"What happened? What happened?"

"I don't know!"

“…Forget it!”

After a while, I saw no one taking action. I don’t know who started, they put away their weapons and rushed to other places that were more lively and riotous.

Shifang, who was sweating profusely, breathed a sigh of relief, wiped his sweaty palms on his clothes, put down the stick of Qimei, which was both a crutch and a Zen stick. The old monk Baiyun sighed in disappointment and said, "Hey, the world has become a thing of the past. It is really hard to know whether we monks can teach them! Amitabha!"

The old monk was concerned about educating the people of the world, and the young monk was concerned about his belly. At this time, Shifang saw the master saying this many times, and shook his head and said, "Master. I think my wisdom should be able to educate them, but now my body is too tired. It is best to stay in the restaurant quickly, find something to eat, and go to bed early to rest!"

The old monk turned his head and looked at him. He said, "Master Bodhidharma has been facing the wall for three years to achieve the right result. You are only hungry for a day and then quarreled. I will punish you to recite the Great Compassion Mantra five thousand times to purify your wisdom root!"

"Yes!" Shifang didn't dare to speak back, and nodded, and lamented in his heart: Yes! These are another five thousand times. It's almost thirty-five thousand times since he came out of the Great Buddha Temple. Let's save it!

He lowered his head, his eyes turned around, and suddenly glanced at a small tavern with a flag, shouting: "Ah, there is something to eat there! Eat quickly and you can purify your Huigen soon!"

After saying that, he rushed out without waiting for the old monk to speak.

Old Monk Baiyun shook his head. He knew that his preaching was in vain again! He sighed and followed his disciple.

.........

"Okay! There is such a bad person!" Yan Chixia fiddled with her left hand and slapped the table hard with her right hand and said, "Fifteen liang will help you kill him!"

The uncle with thick eyebrows and big eyes on the opposite side stopped doing it, slapped the table hard and said, "You can accept ten taels from others. When I get to this, you can accept fifteen taels. Do you think I look like Kaizi?"

Yan Chixia stared at her eyes and said, "My martial arts skills are high! Of course, the price will rise!"

The man also glared and said, "How do I know that you have high martial arts skills? What if you mislead me?"

“Beef noodle soup!”

Just as he was slapping the table, a slutty waiter shook his hand and holding a big bowl with something on it. He walked to the tables of the two people, raised his hand and threw the big bowl on the table. He didn't care about the soup and water spilled the table, and turned around and left.

"Hey hey hey!"

Yan Chixia looked at the big bowl with no idea of ​​something lying on it in disgust. She stretched out her two fingers to push the bowl away and shouted, "I didn't call this!"

The waiter was not vague, and took out a dagger and nailed it to the table, and said angrily: "Are you saying I'm wrong?"

"I said I didn't shout, but I didn't shout!" Yan Chixia didn't even look at him, and waved her hands like a fly, "Go ahead, don't put it in front of me! You don't know about this business, it will affect my mood!"

"Hey, I'm so brave today! Boy, I'll tell you today that you have to eat this bowl of noodles, and you have to eat it if you don't. Otherwise, we'll have to have one of them here today!" The waiter was happy, with a grim smile on his face. He stomped his feet hard, and two waiters who were also carrying daggers immediately surrounded behind him.

"Oh! Are you still right?" Yan Chixia was so angry that she grabbed the sword and slapped it on the table, staring at her eyes and whispered: "Uncle, I have been traveling around the world for so many years, and I have met quite a few people. It's the first time I have seen such a person seeking death. What's the ability you can do? Grandpa has never seen a sheep climbing a tree!"

Yan Chixia and the waiter quarreled, and the words were ruthless. The table slapped loudly, but there was no intention of taking action. The man in a straw hat on the opposite side was unhappy and thought to himself: Are you fighting? I'm still waiting to discuss business.

The table was making noise endlessly, and the seven or eight men dressed in bandits next to him were unhappy. They pulled out their knife and slashed hard on the table, shouting: "What the hell are you making noise? Didn't you see the old man drinking? I want to go out and beat him, tell you to make a noise again, I'll chop you all up!"

"What's your mother saying?"

There was a mess here, and the waiter over there was no longer happy. He pushed Yan Chixia away and pulled out the dagger and rushed forward.

Yan Chixia stood up with an eyebrow, grabbed the big sword and hit the quilt with the hilt of the sword, and scolded: "What are you? Come to stretch out your hand!"

The big man wearing a straw hat across the street slapped the table and shouted: "Are you guys finished?"

The bandits over there saw that the waiter dared to explode the thorn, and sneered, and surrounded Yan Chixia's table, and wanted to reach out to the waiter through Yan Chixia.

Yan Chixia was not willing to let his big blade pass through his head, and stab him in the chest with his hands, preventing him from getting close.

They were making a pot of hot rice paste, making noises and waving blades around, and they didn't pay attention to cutting a little monk's back basket into two.

A bang! A yellow light flashed!

The hotel suddenly became quiet. The group of people who were still making noise just now seemed to have been suspended, and kept their original posture motionless. There was even a big blade on top of his head and indifferent. His eyes seemed to be sucked by iron stones, and they all stared at the golden Buddha statue on the ground.

Only the little monk Shifang was left in the room and spoke gently and slowly.

"Dear donors are kind and generous, please give alms to our two masters and disciples..."

"Ten Directions!"

Although the old monk did not see something wrong with the Golden Buddha, he sensitively noticed that the atmosphere around him was wrong. His eyes suddenly changed his face. He greeted him and picked up the Golden Buddha, put it in a half-low back basket behind the Shifang, covering it with a handkerchief.

Shifang turned around and immediately understood what was wrong. He glanced among the people who had not responded to the coming of the spirit and suddenly noticed Yan Chixia's figure. He pointed at him and said angrily: "It's you again, why do you have nothing to do whenever you see you..."

He wanted to say something, and the old monk interrupted him and said quickly, "It is not suitable to stay here for a long time! Let's go!" and pushed Shifang and walked out of the hotel with great strides.

All the people in the hotel seemed to have become robots, their bodies remained motionless, and their necks were twisted into incredible angles as the movement of the Golden Buddha. In the end, someone couldn't hold on and sat on the ground with a "Oh", and these people were all awake.

A group of people had long forgotten all the things they should have made to fight to kill, and immediately divided them into their own small groups, watching the two monks walking away, whispering constantly.

"Walking around with such a big piece of gold on his back, can there be any good things?" Yan Chixia shook her head and put the sword back under the table, sighing: "Good luck!"

He looked up at the straw hat man opposite him. Seeing that the other party was still in a daze, he slapped the table in dissatisfaction and said, "Why are you stupid? Tell me quickly. Do you agree or not. Give me a happy word, are you a man with Mo Mo's traces?"

The straw hat man came to his senses and wiped his lips. He didn't know if he was actually a saliva he felt, so he continued to discuss business with Yan Chixia.

But the bandits and the waiter and two gangs got together at some point, and they had no momentum of being at the same time as they were disagreeing. They hugged their backs and discussed something with their eyes, and from time to time they let out a weasel-like smirk.

A few incomplete remnants came vaguely.

"Do you do it or not... the opportunity... Such a big one, it must be valuable..."

"This time I'm developing!... I've got this ticket... I'll have a good life!"

"I want me to say I can't let them go just now..."

"...Idiot...How many people can you share here?...When there are no one at night...hehe..."

Let’s look at the behavior of two of them sending them to follow the master and disciple of the old monk Baiyun, and they can tell what they want to do with their butts!
Chapter completed!