"So it's a colleague from Lingyin Temple..." The provocative monk Bailian turned his head and smiled meaningfully at his fellow monks. The four monks at their table all came over with evil smiles, faintly The poor monks who live around him obviously don't intend to make him leave easily.
At this time, among the surrounding crowd, there were more than 30 members of the White Lotus Sect alone. If they raised their arms and shouted, the number of White Lotus Sect members gathered in an instant might not be counted.
The situation that the poor monk faced was obviously at an extreme disadvantage, but he couldn't see through it, and he still had a dull expression and a silly look.
The provocative Bailian monk took another step forward, and said in a dark voice: "So, you are from the same sect as my brother Yinkong?"
Ye Qingxuan's eyes turned cold, Yinkong and his side fought several times, the hatred was as deep as the sea, so he couldn't help paying extra attention to the poor monk's answer.
The poor monk clasped his hands together, and said calmly: "Yin Kong has long betrayed the sect, killed the abbot, and robbed the treasure of the sect, he is no longer a poor monk brother..."
"Oh? So, you have enmity with Master Yinkong?"
"The master's revenge!"
"Then if you encounter it, do you want revenge?"
The poor monk said dumbly: "The poor monk is not an opponent. I am afraid that if we meet, the poor monk will still run for his life..."
Hahaha…
The Bailian monks laughed in vain, and all laughed and cursed: "So it's a stupid monk..."
"The poor monk is not stupid, he just doesn't lie!"
The Bailian monks teased him even more, one monk came closer and asked with a smile: "Master Yinkong is our elder brother now... After all, we also have a grudge against you, do you want to take action?"
The poor monk was taken aback, "This injustice has a leader, and the debt has an owner..."
coax!
Just this sentence, everyone on the scene burst into laughter.
"It turned out to be a coward!"
The provocative Bailian monk burst into laughter, stepped forward and patted the poor monk's bald head, put his leg on the stool next to him, and said with a sneer, "You are worthy of remembering the hatred of my elder brother? Haha, I really don’t know how to live or die... You are a piece of trash, even if you kill you, your hands will be dirty! I’ll give you a chance, get under my crotch right now, knock on my head three more times, and I’ll spare you.”
The poor monk was taken aback, "Why?"
Some people around couldn't help cursing: "You stupid monk, if you don't kowtow or drill your crotch, these masters of the White Lotus Sect will send you to the west..."
A wave of laughter suddenly rose from the crowd again.
But the poor monk scratched the back of his head, and said in a daze, "Oh, kowtowing and poking into the crotch can change the poor monk's life. Speaking of which, the poor monk took advantage of it."
"Extremely, extremely!"
"Stupid monk, what are you waiting for? Drill quickly!"
"Drill, drill—"
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the poor monk uttered the Buddha's name, and actually knelt down on the ground, slipping through the crotch of the monk Bailian.
"There are a few of us..."
The other three monks also put on a posture and ordered the poor monk to go through.
As expected, the poor monk followed suit one by one, even if he was kicked from behind a few times, he didn't care.
"There are still the last three rings..." Monk Bailian laughed loudly, and said, "Remember to ring! If you don't ring, it doesn't count, you have to start all over again!"
The surrounding crowd also clamored, and many neutral martial arts people even disdained him as a human being. Not only did he stand on the sidelines and refused to help, he even yelled a few times, ashamed of it.
The poor monk finally raised his head that had been drooping a little bit, and asked softly, "Can the poor monk leave after kowtowing?"
"Yes, of course."
Immediately, the poor monk showed joy on his face, kneeling on the ground respectfully, beeping his head three times, "Boom, Boom, Boom", the sound was like thunder.
There was a roar of laughter at the scene, and several white lotus monks let the Buddha shine, and they all laughed so hard that they were extremely arrogant.
Only Ye Qingxuan's eyes flashed with astonishment, and he took another deep look at the poor monk.
As if intentionally or unintentionally, the poor monk who had been bowing his head raised his eyes with a little understanding, and immediately met Ye Qingxuan's eyes, he was slightly astonished, and then a flash of surprise flashed, but obviously he couldn't recognize who Ye Qingxuan was. .
The Bailian monk who had received three bangs was still full of arrogance, with his arms folded, he proudly said to the poor monk: "Hehe, you are indeed an eminent monk of Lingyin Temple! You really have the ability to shrink your head like a turtle... Now hurry up and get out!" It's bad luck to see you!"
Amitabha.
The poor monk immediately saluted everyone, turned around and walked away slowly.
The crowd's laughter and ridicule accompanied him all the way, and the martial arts practitioners of the Bai Dao were afraid to avoid it. Some even spit and rubbish flew all over the big bald head.
Ye Qingxuan watched the monk disappear into the crowd with a smile, and the laughter on the scene still didn't stop.
After the four white lotus monks made fun of the other Buddhist sects, they returned to the table and continued to work here.
At this moment, the body of the monk Bailian who laughed the loudest and continued to provoke the poor monk suddenly froze, and then stood still.
The monk at the side was puzzled, and couldn't help laughing: "What's the matter, senior brother, maybe it's because you're too happy, and you've lost your temper from laughing?"
The monk Bailian kept "clucking" in his throat, but he couldn't speak.
The other monks also felt bad, and couldn't help but stepped forward to investigate.
puff-
The Bailian monk suddenly sprayed blood from his mouth, and then all the seven orifices overflowed with blood, he fell on his back and died without a sound.
"Brother... uh!"
The three monks stepped forward to support him, but at almost the same moment, the three monks all froze, and then, like the monk Bailian, blood bleed from the seven orifices and died on the spot.
There was a burst of exclamation at the scene.
"Murder! Dead!"
"Come quickly! The master of the White Lotus Sect has been murdered..."
…
Originally, a large number of people gathered to watch the excitement, all of them were frightened, and after a huff, they fled in all directions.
Those who died here were the monks of the White Lotus Sect, and they belonged to Zhu Wusheng's subordinates. Among the major factions of the White Lotus Sect, they belonged to the core stratum. eat.
"Stop for me, no one is allowed to leave!"
The disciples of the White Lotus Sect were yelling and screaming, but only those who had lost their minds would stay here and wait for interrogation.
The few disciples of the White Lotus Sect who stepped forward to stop them were all taken aback for a moment, and then fell asleep directly.
In an instant, the street was in chaos.
At this time, Ye Qingxuan sighed slightly, drank the last bit of soup, turned around and walked away slowly.
That monk obviously had profound skills, but he was willing to be humiliated and not to make a move. In the end, when he kowtowed to others, he forcefully broke the hearts of the four Bailian monks with the power of the ground...
The character is really weird.
Despite the chaos in the rear, Ye Qingxuan just strolled in the courtyard, heading in the direction where the poor monk left.
Although the opponent is powerful, and has noticed his existence, and intends to get rid of him, but if the world wants to get rid of Ye Qingxuan's pursuit, that person may not have been born yet...