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The kind-eyed old monk clasped his hands together and looked at Lao Li with bright eyes, and his smiling face made the anger in Lao Li's heart also leak a lot. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info This old monk is not good to find anyone, but he wants to find him, although this street is not big, but there are more people coming and going, it is really unlucky, Lao Li Qiang endured it without having a seizure, and showed the old monk what he thought was the brightest smile.

"This master, what advice does he have, I don't know what the little one can help." Lao Li doesn't have a good impression of monks and nuns, but he doesn't stretch out his hand to hit the smiling person, not to mention that this monk is still kind and kind-eyed, no matter how ruthless a person is, he can't have a seizure. He saluted the old monk with his hands together, but there was already a look of impatience in his eyes.

"The poor monk Guan this benefactor Yintang is black, there may be a bloody disaster in the near future, and the monks are compassionate, so I am here to remind the donor." The old monk said solemnly, and the smile on his face was put away, and a scorching light shot out of his eyes.

When Lao Li heard this, he was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect that this old monk would find him so solemnly to talk about it. He wondered very much in his heart, when did this monk also learn the trick of those Taoist priests who deceived rumors, what kind of bloody disaster, what Yintang turned black, he had withdrawn from the rivers and lakes for many years. So he swished in his heart for no reason, he was polite enough to the old monk, he still wanted to make fun of himself, isn't this to find fault. There was no one on this Xiting Street who could make such fun of him, but this old monk was the first.

"Master, you can eat more, don't talk nonsense, if you want to turn your fate, Xiao Ke still has a few taels of silver here, just take it." But if you want to say hurtful words, although Xiao Ke is an ordinary person, this ominous word is put on Xiao Ke, it is inevitably a little too much. ”

Lao Li had long since lost any kindness to the kind-hearted old monk in his eyes, and his face sank, and he replied to the other party without a good voice.

"Amitabha, as the saying goes, good medicine is bitter, and loyalty is contrary to the ear, if the donor doesn't believe it, it's fine. The poor monk looked at the donor's eyes with spring in his eyes, and his eyebrows were happy, but he was moved by the little lady. The old monk didn't feel any unpleasant because of Lao Li's unkind words, he still nagged to Lao Li unrelentingly. The solemn expression on his face changed suddenly, revealing a slight smile, and his slender eyes were about to narrow into a slit.

When Lao Li heard this, like a dog whose tail had been stepped on, it hit his mind, his face changed, and immediately a red and spicy feeling spread on his face. He suddenly couldn't forcibly control the surging anger in his heart, and he stared at the old monk with cross-eyebrows.

"I said that you are a bald donkey, you are in charge of the heavens and the earth, but you are in charge of other people's private affairs, where did my Lao Li offend you bald donkeys in my life, there are so many people on the street, did you deliberately find me, deliberately entertain me. Lao Tzu really doesn't believe in this evil, if it weren't for your age, Lao Tzu would have blown you away a long time ago. Lao Li shouted angrily.

And his loud words attracted a wave of curious glances from passers-by, and they saw the old monk with kind eyebrows and tattered monk robes, and then looked at the sturdy old Li. A look of disdain shot into everyone's eyes, and they decided in their hearts that it was this stout man who was bullying an elderly monk.

The rouge shop was introducing the rouge in her own store to the guests, and the proprietress also heard Lao Li's rough voice, she cast a puzzled look at Lao Li, but smiled at Lao Li, and that smile happened to be caught by Lao Li. And the anger that surged out of his heart was like a spring rain, and it was suddenly extinguished to the point that there was not even a spark left. That ecstatic smile was the first time it was thrown at him Lao Li, how could this not make him excited.

"Amitabha, why should the donor be so excited, it is normal for this man to love a woman, looking at the donor's eyebrows, it should be intentional to the female donor. But I can't say it because of my own reasons, the beauty of adults is also the duty of my monks, if the donor can't speak, the poor monk can tell each other on his behalf. The old monk didn't see the charming smile of the rouge shop proprietor, he saw that Lao Li was angry, and couldn't help but babble again.

His words made Lao Li speechless, but he couldn't find any excuses, and when he was reminiscing about the bright smile of the proprietress, he couldn't answer the old monk's words. When the old monk saw this, he thought that the other party had acquiesced to his opinion, so he turned around and walked towards the rouge shop.

Lao Li reacted immediately, but he didn't stop the old monk's footsteps, because he stretched out his hand to grab it, but he grabbed it empty, the old monk's figure seemed to be slow, but it was extremely fast. It's just that even Lao Li's skills didn't even touch the other party's sleeves. He could only watch in amazement as the old monk entered the shop, and his face suddenly felt red and spicy. He couldn't wait to find a crack in the ground, and drilled down from the crack, what a nosy old monk, why did he want to make fun of himself. He had long forgotten about his business, and only hoped that the old monk was just joking, not serious. If that's the case, you don't have any face, and the happiness of standing on the sidelines and watching will collapse in an instant.

He watched the old monk enter the rouge shop with hesitant steps, and fortunately the proprietress did not show any unhappy expression. The old monk whispered to the proprietress for a while, and the proprietress looked at him from time to time with a pair of beautiful eyes, which made Lao Li feel nervous for a while, just like when he entered the cave room. His heart beat violently, and he felt a fiery feeling all over his body, and his throat felt dry, and he wanted to drink all the water of the Bianhe River. And he looked nervously at the rouge shop like a criminal waiting for a verdict.

I don't know what the old monk said to the proprietress, but I saw that the proprietress of the rouge shop didn't even care about the guests, nodded vigorously from time to time, and looked at the nervous old Li who was standing across the street from time to time. There was a street in the middle, and Lao Li didn't know what they were talking about, but he could only see the expressions of the two sides, and it seemed that they were quite harmonious, and nothing happened that he was worried about.

However, when Lao Li's nervous heart began to relax, his tense nerves also eased a lot. Just as he let out a long breath and relaxed as if relieved, his face changed suddenly. Because he saw that the proprietress who began to show a happy expression changed her face at this time, faster than the clouds in the sky of the imperial capital.

The proprietress glared angrily and waved her hand at the old monk, who showed a wry smile, saying something from time to time, as if explaining something. The proprietress looked displeased, and picked up a broom from the sloppy corner of the shop and beat the old monk for a while.

Such a sudden change made Lao Li's heart tremble, and his whole body couldn't help but tremble. And the guests in the shop showed even more surprised eyes, looking at the old monk with a smiling face, as if the old monk had some bad intentions for this charming proprietress lady.

The old monk didn't expect the proprietress to have such a trick, and after a few brooms on his body, he fled from the rouge shop in a hurry. The old monk's escape was as fast as the wind, and he came to Lao Li in an instant, which scared the frightened Lao Li.

But the proprietress ignored her own image, threw the broom in her hand hard, and the broom shot towards the old monk like a huge hidden weapon. Lao Li happened to be blocked by the old monk's body, and he didn't see the boss's strong side at all, he hadn't come back to his senses, but he saw the old monk's body move, and when he didn't react at all, the broom that flew like a giant hidden weapon hit Lao Li's forehead at once, and the broom handle revealed a strong force, cutting Lao Li's forehead with a bloody mark. Although it was not very serious, it also made Lao Li see the disaster of blood and light.

All this happened in a moment, and the pedestrians around him did not react at all, but the broom bypassed the pedestrians on the street and hit Lao Li's forehead directly. Such a strange thing, but everyone did not notice it at all, the street was crowded with pedestrians, but no passerby noticed it.

Lao Li was stunned by the broom all of a sudden, he only felt a tingling pain on his forehead, stretched out his hand to wipe it on his forehead, and there were suddenly a few bright red blood stains on his hands. The murder weapon was at his feet, and there were still a few dazzling drops of blood on the broomstick.

"Which bastard bastard actually plotted against your Li Ye." Receiving this blow, Lao Li was suddenly furious, and he couldn't help but scold. It provoked a lot of wonder from the passers-by, and the puzzled look in their eyes was clear, and the hurried pace under their feet could not help but quicken.

The man who scolded was obviously not a good person, especially the bright red blood stain on his forehead, revealing a hideous fierce appearance. None of the pedestrians on the street dared to make a sound, and after a hurried glance, they left in a hurry. Only the old monk with a wicked smile remained, and the messy old Li in the wind was furious.

"The poor monk said that the donor has a bloody disaster recently, but he just didn't listen, Amitabha, it's really a sin." Seeing this, the old monk couldn't help but whisper a Buddha name to Lao Li, and said with a look of schadenfreude. And Lao Li saw that no one paid attention to the pedestrians on the street, and there was really nowhere to vent the anger in his stomach, he couldn't care about the blood oozing from his forehead, and his eyes showed a vicious and fierce light, staring at the old monk.

"What are you doing, the poor monk is not a murderer." Seeing Lao Li's fierce eyes, the old monk suddenly took a step back, showed a frightened expression, and said anxiously.

"Ouch, Master Li, it was the slave family who accidentally missed it, don't be surprised." When the anger in Lao Li's cavity was about to explode, a charming voice that made people endlessly reverie appeared in his ears. The coquettish voice was like a timely rain, extinguishing Lao Li's anger to the point that there were no stars left.

The proprietress of the rouge shop didn't know when she appeared in front of her, and there was a faint smell of tulips in her nose, which made Lao Li's heart flutter. This is the first time that he has been so close to the boss lady in the real sense, and the anger of being beaten immediately turned into soft water, and Lao Li feels that he should behave more boldly.

"Ah, it's okay", Lao Li saw that the proprietress of the rouge shop was so polite, and the old monk just now told him about himself, and the other party actually had no objection to himself, there should be a drama in this matter. He was overjoyed, the stinging pain on his forehead suddenly lightened a lot, and the blood seemed to be gone.

"That, donor, where is the nearest Qinglou?" When the old monk saw that the proprietress had left the store and came to where they were, he couldn't help but ask Lao Li out loud. And Lao Li seemed to have already been grateful to the old monk's unhappiness, he subconsciously stretched out his hand and pointed it, and when he wanted to brag again, he found that the old monk was like a gust of wind, heading in the direction he pointed, and soon disappeared into the crowd.

"Ouch, Master Li is fine, I'm scared to death of the slave family." The proprietress twisted her plump buttocks and approached Lao Li, stretched out her delicate and creamy onion fingers, and brushed them on Lao Li's forehead. But where Lao Li's eyes fell was a bottomless ravine, snow-white and snow-white, like two towering snowy peaks.

This weather, so cold, but the proprietress of the rouge shop is dressed so revealingly, isn't she cold, Lao Li's heart has an unprecedented strange question.