_________ gentlemen, happy Mid-Autumn Festival reunion.

Tokyo City.

Wang Qing, the platoon army of Kaifeng Prefecture, is happy today.

A few days ago, bad luck, big bets and big losses, small bets and small losses, even gambling and losses, lost a lot, today to run, small losses and big wins, not only won back the losses a few days ago, but also returned a few times.

More than 200 taels of broken silver, which could not fit in a penny bag, were thrown into the bag before being packed.

Cangzhao has always led the fashion and practical trend, and the first kind of portable bag is really convenient.

"Brothers, go, come with me and drink."

The seven military ruffians under his command responded enthusiastically, Wang Qing was in high spirits, dragged away from the gambling house, came to the street to show Wang Ba's crab steps, and swaggered towards the best restaurant nearby.

It's not just people in Tokyo who walk like this.

There are also military ruffians like Wang Qing and ruffians on the market.

And then there are the Taoist Buddhist clergy.

Daojun is so mysterious. Daomen is naturally bullish.

The capital Buddhism is the same as a bull fork.

Traditionally, princes and nobles believed in this more. Daxiangguoji Temple is enshrined by the imperial family.

Of course, the well-known god stick who mixes well has the qualifications to run rampant. The deflated three Taoist monks still hold their tails.

Wang Qing and his entourage lined up and rammed forward all the way. Passers-by took refuge.

Two gods came to the face.

Peculiar matching. One monk, one another. Good looks.

Taoism and Buddhism have always been mortal enemies. I don't know how they got together, it seems to be very iron.

The monk is fat, full of spring breeze-like smiles, like the Maitreya Bodhisattva with a big belly, people can't help but feel happy when they see it, but their eyes reveal a trace of ferocity and lewdness, and they carry a ring knife on their waists, which makes people feel that this is a means of subduing demons and subduing demons, and can incarnate into angry eyes at any time to perform thunderbolts.

The Taoist priest is also extraordinary, carrying a long sword, holding a snow-white dust, walking fluttering, and the fairy wind is boneless.

These two people are well dressed, and at a glance they know that they can mix, as if the Buddha and the Taoist immortals accompanied each other to travel through the world.

They walked slowly, and when they saw Wang Qing and his gang coming sideways, they would definitely collide if they didn't avoid it.

The Taoist priest squinted his eyes and looked carefully.

The smile on the monk's face remained unchanged, but his eyes became fierce, his pace increased, and he also pulled away from the crab step, shaking his arms over, obviously using crabs against crabs to see who was more crabs.

The two sides fought and quickly approached.

Wang Qing's followers shrank at this juncture, and consciously shrank one by one.

It's not that I'm afraid that this monk's combined combat effectiveness will be off the charts and I won't be able to beat it, but I'm afraid of provoking it.

Anyone who mixes well with the Shinto people in Tokyo is more difficult to mess with than the likes of Gao Yanai.

Rushed into the Yanei, but it was just a meal to clean up, eat some skin and flesh bitterness, if you admit your mistake in time, have a good attitude, and coax the Yanai to be happy, maybe the Yanai smiled and waved it away.

If you provoke a famous scholar and monk, you will be caught in the official office and cleaned up fiercely, and your life may not be guaranteed.

You must know that provoking Yanai is just provoking a family, committing Shinto celebrities, on the surface he has no power and power, but behind the scenes, who knows how many powerful superstitious people hold them?

Mess with a large group!

Maybe it's just to find trouble to vent the evil fire, show attitude and authority, this powerful person squeaks, that powerful person says hello, do you still want to have a way to live?

Capable Taoist monks can easily go online to offend the gods and blaspheme the gods and Buddhas, and they can make the emperor ask questions. Today's gods, even when they are prime ministers, have to swallow their anger and retreat.

The little mansion army and the lowly martial artist dare to provoke?

Kill the head trivial.

Wang Qing was bold, feeling that his subordinates had lost face to him, Wang Ba's temper came up, and he continued to run rampant, and his eyes were provocative, straight at the monk.

When the two sides were only a few steps away, the fat monk smiled and pressed the ring knife in his hand.

Wang Qing snorted coldly, raised his eyebrows and pouted: Can't you afford to talk and deceive people?

If you dare to play ruthlessly in public, it violates the compassion and generosity of the Buddhist monks, and I Wang Qing will dare to beat you to eat and peel off your divine skin. Spread your incompetence and notoriety all over Tokyo, so that you can't stand on your feet and never run amok again. Let everyone in Tokyo know how powerful I am Wang Qing.

Seeing that the two sides are about to collide, a conflict is imminent.

The Taoist priest stopped suddenly, then smiled slightly and gracefully to the side to get out of the way.

The monk was stunned for a moment.

He is preparing to take a good shot to teach this military ruffian who doesn't know whether to live or die. Why did the bull's nose go?

I was unhappy, but I also took the ferocity, and the bodhisattva-like smile reappeared, and I retreated to the side.

He knew that the Taoist priest was better than his own brain, and he had always been safe and sound with the Taoist priest in his opinion, and he got used to it over time, and he also believed that the Taoist priest must be reasonable.

When passers-by saw this scene, they all praised Wang Qing as a hero, and dared to offend even the Taoist Buddha.

Wang Qing became more and more proud, glanced at the monk and snorted disdainfully, and was about to lead his brave subordinates to show off their martial arts and march by with their heads held high.

The Taoist priest suddenly spoke.

"Strong and slow."

Wang Qingyi raised his eyebrows and squinted at the Taoist priest: "Stinky Taoist priest, are you calling the military master?" ”

If you don't accept it, you will be beaten.

Let me open my eyes and see what amazing magical skills you monks have.

The Taoist priest smiled, unimpressed by the insult.

"Poor and honest, because he is good at observing the mysteries of the world, he is known as the star. This is the best friend of the poor Taoist Buddhism, who purifies all sentient beings (beauties) and enters bliss (men go to hell), and is known as the yellow-faced Bodhisattva. ”

Wang Qing snorted twice: What about the Heavenly Star Bodhisattva?

Raise an eyebrow to signal: You continue.

Zhengyi looked at Wang Qing with a smile for a moment, and suddenly sighed: "I don't want to wander around here by chance, and I actually walked out of this ordinary alley in Tokyo City to be a strange hero in the world." ”

Wang Qing was stunned and pursed his lips, and said in his heart: Do you know that I am a hero? Count your bull's nose as eyesight.

His expression was clear as soon as he saw it, and he shook his head with a smile and said, "The poor Taoist warrior still doesn't know anything about his fate and future. ”

"So you want to tell fortunes and ask for money? Just say no? Qing Ye is happy to reward a few. ”

Wang Qing was disdainful, and he ridiculed it directly.

The monk smiled, his eyebrows raised, and he was obviously angry. Zhengyi still smiled and shook his head.

"The poor road doesn't want money, but I just can't help it for a while when I see through the strong man who has such noble luck."

"Hehe, then the military master will give you a chance, listen to you."

Zheng Yi smiled and became solemn and solemn, looking like a master of the world.

"It's freezing. If you have something to say, you can say it directly. A strong man has the life of a king. ”

"Huh?"

Not to mention Wang Qing, even his subordinates and those who passed by and listened to the scenery were surprised.

It is well known that the Great Song Dynasty is not allowed to be crowned king with different surnames.

Isn't this Taoist priest obviously talking nonsense?

If you want to talk about it, are you reliable?

"The Lord? Haha"

Wang Qing laughed for a moment, then sneered: "If the Taoist chief doesn't say anything, he will swear to death." ”

Zhengyi frowned and said, "If the strong man doesn't believe it, it's just that." See you later. Poor Dao just watched you sink into the chaos and sank a little army without knowing the chance, and sighed a little. ”

The two of them made Wang Qing suspicious.

His father, Wang Yan, was a wealthy man in Tokyo, who single-mindedly dealt with the yamen, instigated lawsuits, indulged in misfortune, and trapped goodness, so everyone let him have some.

In this world, Wang Qing is still a small platoon in Tokyo, but he is not a deputy, but a positive.

Perhaps it is some reaction and change caused by the rise of Cangzhao. Zhao Gonglian, a young civilian role model who has lived in Tokyo for a long time, shines right in front of him. Wang Qing is still a prodigal child, but he acts more rationally, and his good gambling is naturally still more losses and fewer wins, but he squandered it wantonly and lost his home. Because his family had money to take care of, Kaifeng Mansion used Wang Qing to fill the shortage, and let Zhang Bin, who was originally going to be on the job, be the deputy platoon.

Wang Qing was thinking of something his father had mentioned many times at the moment.