"Master Wu, since you don't want to kill us, it's better to let us go and stay a line, so that we can meet each other in the future." Some Peacock clan yelled, wanting to take the opportunity to ask Xia Ping to release himself. To avoid hostility, he still Respectfully called Master Wu of the other side.
"Yeah, if you release us, I can swear to God, I will never come to trouble you in my life, and you will shun Sanshe if you encounter it." The Xiong Clan and others swear to the sky, wanting to use a poisonous oath to An Xiaping heart of.
But for them, swearing is as simple as drinking water, and when they escape, they will immediately turn their faces.
Of course, they would definitely not do anything to keep the agreement, but whoever said they shouldn't ask for help, immediately called the elders of the clan to take action, to retaliate the damned bald donkey and avenge it.
"Why is it so urgent."
Xia Ping waved his hand: "Although there are a large number of poor monks, and their stomachs can hold a boat, I have forgiven you a long time ago, but the death penalty is unavoidable, and the living sin is inevitable, understand?"
"You, what do you want to do?" The Peacock tribe and other elites suddenly felt a little uncomfortable. According to this bastard's method, how can they be so simple to ask for it.
"Do you know why the poor monk can be so strong? Can one beat you so many?"
Xia Ping first asked a question.
"Why? It's a magic weapon, a technique, understanding, aptitude, or some other reason?" The Peacock tribe and other elites are also curious. Although they are not reconciled, they have to admit the horror of Xia Ping's strength.
You must know that most of them are cultivators of the True Realm. Facing a small Golden Core Realm, it is only right to catch them. Who would have thought that this monk was so perverted and horrendous that he was not a human being at all.
To be honest, they are also curious about how this Wu Wudi became so powerful, if they can also know one or two, it might be of great benefit.
All of them pricked their ears, wanting to hear what Xia Ping said.
"No, these are not the main reasons. The reason why I am so strong is because I am bald."
Xia Ping said seriously.
Bald? !
The elites such as the Peacock tribe are all dumbfounded. Looking at Xia Ping, they don't know what to say. What kind of shit is this? Are they three-year-olds who can be fooled at will? !
"The poor monk tells you a truth in the world. Only when you become bald can you become stronger. This is the unchanging truth of the universe. If you are not bald, you can't be stronger."
Xia Ping looked up to the sky and sighed: "The reason why you are so weak is because you have hair on your body. Each hair represents a strand of trouble. The Buddha said that there are three thousand strands of trouble, and one strand is better than one strand.
With so many hairs and so many worries on the body, it is like carrying a big mountain on one's back, walking hard and getting tired everywhere, how can you cultivate strong in this way.
If you can shave the hair on your body, then you will get rid of the three thousand troubles, throw away all your thoughts, and leave your heart in a state of emptiness, so that whatever you do, you will get twice the result with half the effort. "
His face was holy, like an enlightened monk.
"fart!"
A warrior of the Fire Bear tribe yelled: "Who doesn't know that you Arhats are born bald, but few are as strong as you. You are slanderous, who would believe you."
I think he is a handsome man with red hair, who can shine. With this beautiful hair, I don't know how many little girls of the fire bear clan seduce.
If he is bald and loses his hair, he can still pick up girls in the future, is he still a handsome bear clan? ! Which female bear would like a bear without hair.
"Amitabha, the benefactor has taken a picture, the body is nothing more than a skin, and after death it is just a pile of bones."
Xia Ping said: "The Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva once vowed that hell is not empty, that he will not become a Buddha, that the poor monks and martial arts are invincible, and that the world is bald, and that he will not become a Buddha.
If everyone is bald, talents will not judge people based on their appearance, so they will show their original appearance, and they will be able to meet frankly and understand each other. The bald world is the world of true love and peace. "
He was impassioned, describing his ambitions.
"Go away, keep rolling, I won't be bald when I die."
"Shameless bald donkey, don't show off here."
"If you want to be bald, you can be bald yourself, so why bother."
The Peacock tribe and others all took a bite of Xia Ping. They have never seen such a shameless bald donkey. It doesn’t matter if you are bald, and all the creatures in the universe are bald with him. It is simply a psychopath and wants to avenge the society. kind.
"It seems that the donors have not yet fully realized it. Forget it, the poor monk knew this a long time ago, so I will help you once. After all, I don't go to hell and whoever goes to hell."
Xia Ping's eyes showed a fierce light.
"Stop, bald donkey, stop me."
"I'm a Fire Bear Clan warrior. Isn't it fair to say that I don't have hair? Who doesn't know that my Fire Bear Clan's roughness is because of more hair."
"Demon, this bald donkey is a demon, do you know that I am a peacock, or a peacock without feathers or a peacock? It's just a hairless bird, dead bald donkey, I'm fighting with you."
"Help, is there anyone here to stop this demon? I can't pluck the antelope's hair. Is the antelope without hair still an antelope? It's too much to kill."
"Wu Wudi, my Shuihu clan and you don't share the same spirit, goddamn, my tail was chopped off by this bastard, just because there is a little hair on the tail, it is inhumane."
The elites of Western Universe screamed and turned green. They were all tough guys. Even if they were tortured, they would not frown and shed half of their tears.
But when the hair on their bodies was shaved, they wailed, feeling that life is not as good as death, as if they were defiled, their virginity is gone, and their grief is greater than death.
When Qingluan and Tu Linglong saw this scene, they felt that Xia Ping was too cruel. Those who saw it were really sad, and those who heard it shed tears.
Looking at the Peacock warriors, they were originally full of colorful feathers, extremely bright, known as the nobles in the bird, they could feel their noble aristocracy ten miles away, high above, beautiful and moving.
Now, the bird's feathers are gone, and the whole thing is as miserable as a vulture.
Looking at the Fire Bear Warriors, they originally had red hair all over their bodies, burning like flames, as brilliant as fireworks, majestic and terrifying.
But now, all the hair is gone, all of them are curled up, faceless to see people, inferior to a bear, just like a mangy bear.
The worst is the antelope warriors. Their selling point is their smooth and clean white hair, which is like a lotus on a snow-capped mountain, high above and holy.
Ran a step randomly, and the hair flew up, as if washed softly, smooth and supple.
But now it’s all gone, it’s just roasted antelope, depilated chicken, and rejoices. I guess no shampoo won’t work anymore.