"Little monk, come and save us, we are so many bad people." said the young monk Ning Shuchao, "Isn't it said that all living things are equal?"
Huiji:...
"Donor, the little monk has retired." The little monk Huiji turned around and left.
"Little monk, the broth is delicious." Ning Shu called from the back of the very little monk, "Next time I will ask you to eat roast chicken instead of chicken noodle soup."
"Junior Brother, have you broken the precept?" Monk Huikong quickly asked Huiji.
Huiji shook his head flatly, "No."
"Wonder, Hugh is so nonsense." Huikong monk Chao Ning Shu scolded, then turned his head and said to Huiji, "Don't let the words of that wicked girl affect the Buddha's mind."
"Will not."
Ning Shu and his party stayed at the inn, but they were stared at by the decent people wherever they went.
Ning Shu should eat, drink, and sleep.
However, Mei Wu strengthened his vigilance, and the people of the Demon Sect appeared in the right way with a swagger, and surrounded by well-known and upright sects, it was a real death.
A few days later, it was the martial arts competition. Ning Shu, dressed in red, walked at the forefront of the team towards the ring.
The ring is very large, with two huge gongs and drums on both sides, and the flag hunting and hunting are solemn.
The ring surrounded the crowd.
Zhao Bo sits on the top, and the various factions sit in their designated positions.
There is no place for magic sect.
Ning Shu flew into the ring with no expression on his face, "This is how you treat guests. I am here to participate in the martial arts conference on behalf of the teacher, and I don't even have a place. If I don't arrange a place for me, don't think about the general election today."
"You are a member of the demon sect, and you still participate in some martial arts conference, there is no place for the demon sect." An elder of the Promise Sect said coldly.
"The magic sect is also a person of the world, so I can't participate. The martial arts conference clearly said that people of the magic sect can't participate?" Ning Shu said blankly.
It means that all sects can participate, but the magic sect is excluded, and the magic sect never participates in the general election of martial arts.
"The Demon Cult is going to make trouble at this time?" Zhao Bo, who was sitting at the head, said with a majestic expression, and he was very righteous.
"Are you just so afraid of our Holy Demon Cult? I'm just here to watch the battle. What are you afraid of? Are so many of you still afraid of us like this? Persevere..."
Zhao Bo stared sharply at Ning Shu, and then said, "Arrange a position."
Ning Shu clapped his hands, "That's right."
Ning Shu went to the seat with his back on his back, sat in the chair, and waved to Mei Wu.
Mei Wu brought out a plate of melon seeds and peanuts. Ning Shu grabbed a handful of melon seeds and said, "Hurry up."
Zhao Bo stared at Mei Wu, who was holding the melon and fruit plate, with some doubts between his eyebrows.
"The demon girl, you dare to hurt my disciple." The head of the Songshan faction suddenly stood up.
Ning Shu threw the melon seed shell away, rolled his eyes and looked at the head of the Songshan School, "Which disciple I hurt, stand up and let me see."
"My nephew can't get up now, he's dying, the demon is cruel, and has destroyed the roots of my nephew's descendants." The head of the Songshan faction was very angry.
Ning Shu patted the dust on his hands, staring at the head of the Songshan School with a strange look.
Seeing the head of the Songshan faction inexplicably, he shouted: "I can't refute it, right?"
"Cut, I'm wondering if there is a family relationship. Your nephew is not only a good girl, but also a sex addiction. Do you also have this problem?" Ning Shu looked contemptuously, "That nasty one Man, you still want to offend me. If you don't cut it, do you keep it for the New Year?"
"Nonsense, my nephew is not that kind of person." The head of Songshan felt the weird eyes of the people around him, and quibbleed in anxious and pale face.
"You demon, even if it hurts others, you still use this kind of absurd thing to slander my nephew."
Ning Shu raised his chin and rolled his eyes, "Why don't you say that your handsome nephew is a gentleman?"
"You, my head is going to avenge my nephew today and destroy you demon girl." The head of Songshan faction was about to rush towards Ning Shu, but was stopped by others.
Ning Shu moved her neck, "Come on."
"Miss, there are so many of them, we probably won't be able to beat them." Mei Wu said, holding the fruit plate.
"I swept them."
May Five: →_→
"Amitabha Buddha." Little Monk Huiji stood up, "Donor, what the girl said is the truth."
"Hui Ji." Hui Kong monk Chao Huiji said: "Don't worry, she is a member of the demon sect."
"Brother, Junior Brother was present at that time."
The little monk Huiji spoke clearly about the situation at the time, making the eyes of the people present look at the head of Songshan with weird eyes.
The monk in Wuyou Temple heard that someone wanted to make a Buddhist disciple do something indescribable, let alone how wonderful his expression was.
"The head of Songshan, we Wuyou Temple need to confess this matter." Wuyou Temple's abbot said with a cold face.
Even the monk thought about it, it was lawless.
"This is impossible."
"Amitabha Buddha, the monks don't slander." The little monk said after giving a Buddhist ceremony.
Ning Shu nodded, "If it weren't for me, this little monk would have lost his lust."
Huiji:...
The monks in Wuyou Temple:...
"Well, if there is something to be resolved in private, it is now the martial arts conference." Zhao Bo said.
The head of Songshan could only sit down angrily, staring at Ning Shu like a knife.
Ning Shu: I'm afraid of you being a hairy man!
"But this leader has a problem, isn't this person next to you always following Zhao Yi?'
"You said that Zhao Yi is stupid, I arranged this person by his side, and he stupidly believed it."
"Zhao Yi was killed by Mei Wu. All things in Zhao Jiabao were done by Mei Wu, and he did it."
Mei Wu glanced at Ning Shu without speaking, and silently carried the pot that Ning Shu had thrown over.
"Zhao Yi was killed?" Zhao Bo looked inexplicable
"Of course, those who grew up eating Demon Cult rice and stole the Demon Cult's things. If you don't kill it, do you keep it for the New Year?" Ning Shu said as it should be, "By the way, remember to give me five hundred taels of gold. ."
"Don't think that I don't know that things are in your hands. The things of the magic sect are the things of the magic sect. Sooner or later take it back." Ning Shu looked at Zhao Bo sharply.
Zhao Bo's expression remained unchanged, "You Demon Cult always said that things are in my hands, but there is nothing in my hands. I swear to God."
Ning Shu shook his head, "Don't swear at every turn, it won't be good if you get a brutal slap in the face at that time."
"Begin the martial arts election." Zhao Bo stopped entangled with Ning Shu.
Ning Shu sat down, grabbed a handful of melon seeds, and began to watch the martial arts competition in the arena.
The rule of the martial arts competition is the battle of all factions. The person who wins in the end fights with the previous martial arts leader, and finally chooses the martial arts leader.
Of course, this also depends on this person's character, if too many people oppose him to be the leader of the martial arts, there is no way.
(End of this chapter)