Wing State.

The first two big characters on the city gate are decent and magnificent, and there is no Zen knowledge.

The state word.

What is the other word? Wuzen frowned, feeling a little familiar.

Dung State?

Wuzen patted his head, touched his belly again, and followed the people into the city.

Wuzen is hungry, Wuzen is hungry, Wuzen always feels hungry, Wuzen is going to the city to find food.

There are so many good people in this world that there are too many people to count, and there are more than the stars in the sky. And the bad guys are not one, there is none, this is really a thing worthy of Wuzen's joy! They, they, they are all good people, good people, they are all very good to Wuzen, they give Wuzen food and drink, they are all Wuzen's benefactors! If there were no benefactors, Wuzen would have starved to death a long time ago, how do you say that you are incompetent, well!

It's dead!

Wuzen touched his thick and stiff hair, feeling a little prickly.

Walking on the street was a monk with hair, dirty and smelly, and like a man named Hanako.

This is no Zen, no Zen monk, a big road to the black Wu Zen monk, I don't know that my family went all the way east to Yizhou, and he has already separated from his eldest brother, Shangqing Fang Taoist. Winter goes to spring, the summer solstice is flickering, the day is getting hotter and hotter, all the way to the roadside weeds like the hair of a non-Zen monk, crazy growth! crazy growth, there is a finger length, but the roots are erected without compromise, making the top of the head seem to be a hedgehog.

"Uncle, let's do well, let's enjoy a bite of food!"

In this way, no Zen can be said, and no Zen is not a person called Hanako.

"The little monk has no Zen, in order to get rid of hunger and thirst, he eats from all directions, and the monk asks for nothing, the donor should accumulate great merits, a bowl of gruel and a bowl of rice, no Zen is willing to cultivate all goodness, and there is no Amitabha in the south-"

Such words cannot be said without Zen, and without Zen has long been forgotten.

Wu Chan is stupid, Wu Chan is stupid, Wu Chan has hair long, and he doesn't look like a monk. Such a monk can't make it to fast, and it's a miracle that such a monk can live until now. So Wuzen always eats grass, so Wuzen is always hungry, Wuzen is not a donkey, and eating grass will not solve any problems. But Wuzen still survived, and Wuzen didn't have to beg to eat, so there are many good people in this world, and the sea has gone!

Just like this, good guy.

This good man is a man who sells baked cakes, Xu has eaten too many baked cakes, his body is round, and his face is also flat: "Go away! Go away! This wild monk is too stinky!" The man who baked the cakes said it with his nose covered, and a few people who bought baked cakes next to him also frowned and covered their noses. Wu Zen understands this, and Wu Zen thinks that he stinks, and Wu Zen himself smells it. But Wuzen is an authentic monk, not a wild monk, Wuzen gets angry, and Wuzen leaves.

It's just that the two feet betray the mind of the Zenless, and the Zenless stands upright and motionless.

Wu Zen was already drooling, and he couldn't move the slightest place.

In fact, the man who baked the cake was also a good person, the one with a very good conscience, seeing this dirty and smelly wild monk swallowing his saliva violently, his eyes were hungry and green, and he still gave him a baked cake with great mercy. It was thrown out, it was thrown on the ground, it was stained with soil and mud, and it was thrown on the ground with a loud click: "Give it, take it to eat, and get out of here after eating! Where did the wild monk come from, delaying people to do business!"

Wuzen picked it up, patted it, and sent it to his mouth, and ate it in three times and two times. Then he bowed respectfully, put his hands upright and saluted, and said with great gratitude: "The donor is a good man, the little monk has thanked you, and there is no Amitabha Buddha in the south-" The man glared at him, snorted coldly, and continued to sell his baked cakes. The baked cake is very good, fragrant and crispy, and the price is also fair, one penny, don't you know that it was selling well just now, and it can't be sold in a blink of an eye.

"You bastard! You are rude! What is it to be a monk like this!" Someone was upset, dropped the baked cake and turned away!

"That is, if you want to give it, you can give it or not, what is it to throw it to him like this?"

"I really didn't see that you are such a person! I will never buy your baked cakes again!"

At the moment, everyone looked sideways, and the man who baked the cake regretted it.

He said with a frown: "No! No! I lost my hand, I lost it!"

No one believed him, and the big guy wasn't blind.

The most important thing in business is reputation, but now it's bad, the reputation is stinky, and the face of the man who bakes the cake is green. In desperation, he once again showed great compassion in an attempt to redeem himself: "I mean the truth, the conscience of heaven and earth! Come on, come on, little master, just eat, let go of your belly and eat! Of course, before eating, Wuzen also thanked the kind donor very politely, and praised the baked cakes as delicious and fragrant while eating.

There are many more, a hundred or dozens of them.

In a blink of an eye, it was gone, and there was no one, and everyone was happy.

It turns out that this little master is still a pot-bellied Buddha.

When the man carried the burden, no one knew how he was feeling, and Wuzen only saw that his round body was flattened, and his flat face turned round. The eyeballs bulged out. Therefore, there are all good people in this world, and there is no bad person, and I have a deep understanding of this. Therefore, a good person can't be done casually, because it is not so easy to be a good person, and the man who bakes cakes has a deeper understanding of this.

Wu Chan walked on the street, licking the corners of his mouth, and the aftertaste was endless.

Wuzen found that many people were going in one direction, their steps were hurried and their expressions were excited, everyone's eyes were shining, and some people shouted something: "Competition-Competition-"

It's like a martial arts contest, a trick or something.

Wu Chan was overjoyed, Wu Chan hurriedly followed, there is no reason not to go to this kind of thing.

In the corner of the bazaar, in the distance, I saw a high platform, on which people were fighting, fists and feet were swords, swords and swords were happy. It was a stage, built on the street, with a roof and pillars, with a colorful singing face hanging in it, and two big lion heads, one yellow and one white, were hung on the pillars opposite. In short, it was very spacious, very decent, Wu Zen once thought he was singing, but he still saw the four big characters on the long red silk cloth -

Recruit relatives in martial arts.

Four words, Wu Zen knows, but the meaning of the competition Wu Zen understands, and I don't know what this recruit is. It doesn't matter, Wuzen doesn't care, it's enough to have a martial arts competition, Wuzen is very happy. Wuzen looked happily, from a distance, and Wuzen's eyesight was very good, and he didn't have to be close to see clearly. There were old men sitting against the wall, some with long beards, some with short beards, some without beards, some with hats and some without hats, all sitting upright and straight, looking very much like that. That's not strange, it's not as strange as the two people fighting on the stage, it's just strange that there is a big girl tied under the white lion's head above the pillar on the left, dressed in red.

Why is that? I don't understand it.

Presumably she lost the contest, which is a punishment. No Zen thoughts.

In fact, Wuzen also wanted to lean over and take a closer look, but there were too many people, more than the hair on the cow's body, and it was densely packed and pressed, and Wuzen couldn't squeeze it at all. There were too many people, not 10,000 but 8,000, buzzing and buzzing like a mass of flies crowded together, and Wu Zen could only see the black back of the head one after another. There are too many people, so they use the footwork of no meditation to settle like a stake nail, and they are also squeezed into the flow of the tide, and they are unconsciously approaching the past.

It's all men, headless flies.

took advantage of the dizziness of one of the headless flies and turned to squeeze around, and I can talk about the protagonist of today's play, and the only heroine, is the big girl in red who is tied to the ring. This big girl is two words that Wu Zen can't understand, and she has recruited relatives. Of course, this is not a punishment, this is a kind of discrimination against gender, an insult to personality, in front of the public, people are tied to the pillar, so that people can watch casually, and they can see that the big girl is already very angry, so angry that she is like a flame burning vigorously, so angry that she wants to kill these stinky men with corrupt character, and then destroy the world.

The strong smell of perfume, mixed with the smell of all kinds of sweat, in this sultry weather, makes people have some bad and even evil thoughts in their hearts: it would be nice if she was stripped naked and tied to a pillar again. Most of the men present thought so. There is a reason why I think so, and it's not entirely just **, because this is a tigress, and she is basically unknown to everyone.

This is also a kind of retribution.

No matter how fierce and vicious this tigress is, no matter how terrifying it is, this is a beautiful tigress, and no one disagrees with that. This beautiful tigress is known as the first beauty in Yizhou, which makes every woman jealous when she sees her, so that every man wants to strip her naked when he sees her, and then he also ties her up and whips her, and whips her hard!

It is very beautiful, by no means an exaggeration, whether a real beauty is wearing heavy makeup or facing the sky, whether she is wearing gold and jade or cloth clothes, it is all the same, beautiful. How to beautify the law, a novel, but I saw that her eyebrows were thin and long, her eyes were round and big, her nose was straight and straight, her mouth was plump and moist, she had a white goose egg face, long black hair, and a tall and fearless look-

It is an atmospheric beauty, like the king of flowers, peonies.

And her figure can only be described as hot, hot to the point! Especially under the rope binding today, the concave place is concave and convex, so that it outlines long legs, thin waist and plump buttocks, and the beautiful curves are unobstructed, especially the twin peaks are angry, like two vigorous flames! The sky is red, the eyes are red, the mouth is dry, the blood is boiling, the people are screaming loudly, and they are crazy.

Peony girl!

Yes, she is the king of flowers, and she is called Peony.