The days of interpenetration with Fahai [Faqing]

The man's chest was as hard as iron, I don't know if he had cultivated the indestructible body of a vajra, but he hit me with stars in my eyes.Rao my legs went limp, and I almost fell to the ground again, but I did not forget to say weakly: "Help me first... untie it."

He seemed impatient, and muttered "The Encounter Road is Narrow", but then, I felt my eyes brighten up, and gradually I could see things.

only……

Is the person in the crimson cassock in front of me really the monk who is afraid of even tiger monsters?

Even though I once let go of my big talk and wanted to be a hero among monsters and never be fooled by beauty, I still couldn't help swallowing my saliva.

With a purple gold bowl in one hand and a magic wand in the other, a clear Buddhist bead is embedded between his foreheads, like the angry-eyed Vajra in a Buddhist hall, but he is so handsome.It's not at all the same as the bitter bald monks I've seen before.

It is said that a bald head is the highest standard for testing appearance. I didn't believe it in the past, but now I believe it a little bit.At the very least, even if I think I have pretty good looks, but I shaved my head, I will definitely not be able to bear to see him to this extent.

Just seeing that this handsome monk is so young, he can't help but wonder, has he really been enlightened by the Buddha and has become an eminent monk?

With such a flash of divine effort, all the big holes on his body were untied.I removed the restraints on my wrists three times, five times and two times, and jumped a few steps on the spot, feeling that I was a good guy who was alive and kicking.

So with a wave of his right arm, with the sword in his hand, he felt a lot more courageous.I immediately opened my posture and raised my chin at the monk:

"Let's go together and kill him!"

Unexpectedly, he suddenly pushed me aside and said coldly:

"Get in the way. Stay away!"

I was unprepared, and was pushed to a stagger. When I stood up and looked back, I realized that I had just narrowly avoided a black tiger's heart attack.

The handsome monk didn't give the stinky tiger a second chance to dig out his heart, he flew forward resolutely and wrestled with him with his staff.I saw that the handsome monk was powerful and really didn't need me to intervene, so I put my sword back into its sheath, stood aside with folded hands, and watched the battle with great interest, only regretting that there were no refreshments and melon seeds here to enjoy at leisure.

The room was beating in the dark, and for a while, only the sound of "ping pong, pong pong" was heard, and tables, chairs and benches flew across the board, and I almost accidentally injured me, a spectator, several times.

Although I enjoyed watching it, I still miss my sister in my heart. I thought to myself that this tiger demon has killed so many evils, it is really rare, if the monk accepts it, I don't know when I will meet the next one, and the great cause of becoming a fairy will be delayed again.Seeing that the Tiger Demon was at a disadvantage, he deliberately persuaded him:

"Two, two, go out and fight, open up, it will be easier to display your skills."

After finishing speaking, he took the lead in stepping backwards out of the door.

I thought, the tiger demon hated me more than he hated the monk, as soon as he heard my voice, he immediately chased after me outside the house.The handsome monk was not willing to let go, so he chased after him, raised his hand, and threw the purple golden bowl into the air, chanting sutras incessantly, his brows furrowed tighter and tighter, and at the end of the recitation, he yelled:

"receive!"

All of a sudden, the purple gold bowl was shining brightly, and I watched the white tiger spirit being enveloped in the Buddha's light, and soon revealed its original shape, becoming smaller and smaller, and it was about to be taken away by the monk.Knowing that he was overestimated, he still drew his sword out of its sheath and planned to fight the handsome monk to buy time for his sister.

However, before I could make a move, another sword appeared out of nowhere, and with a flash of white light, it directly knocked down the purple gold bowl to the ground.

It's a female sword!

A brisk white shadow floated to the ground and landed between the stinky tiger and the handsome monk.

My sister is finally here!

"Monk." There was a smile on her lips, and the corners of her eyes were charming, but her tone was unquestionable, "I want this tiger demon."

"Amitabha," the handsome monk bowed his head and recited the Buddha, with contempt in his eyes, "the poor monk is called Fahai, and he has a hatred for the thousand-year-old white tiger demon. Don't stop the white snake, otherwise, the poor monk will take you in too! "

It's not speculative, and neither of them intends to give in, so they can only meet each other with swords.

Watching the battle again, I can see that the monk is too young to be my sister's opponent in terms of cultivation alone, but the two magic weapons in his hands are really powerful, and even my sister should be afraid of them.

Taking advantage of the fierce fighting between them and no time to pay attention to this side, I held my sword, and Shi Shiran walked to the side of the half-dead white tiger, raised my leg, and kicked it to the side.

"Hey," I stepped on the tiger pattern with the word "王" on his forehead, bent down, and felt very happy to get revenge: "I said it before, if you can't kill me, I will kill you .Look, the present world newspaper, right?"

Before the words fell, a sword pierced through the heart.

"Sister, don't hit me." I turned around and shouted, "The demon pill is here, the stinky tiger is dead!"

A man and a monster fighting in the air stopped at the same time, and their four eyes turned to the radiant pill in my palm.The handsome monk swooped down on me first, but in terms of tacit understanding, how could he compare to me and my sister?

He walked towards me, saw that my hands were behind my back, he stretched out his hand to me, and urged impatiently: "Bring it!"

"Don't worry," I winked at him, "Guess which hand I'm hiding in, and I'll give it to you if you guess right."

He was obviously not in the mood to play this kind of childish tricks with me. Without saying a word, he came up to break my arm, but was forced to go back by the rushing sister.My sister didn't even look at me, and said directly: "The right hand."

"That's right." I stretched out my right hand and threw the things hidden inside to her, "Go on!"

The thing threw a high arc and was intercepted halfway by the monk, but I didn't rush and threw the thing in my left hand far away in the opposite direction.

That is the real demon pill.

My sister has long been familiar with my tricks, knowing that I always hide important things in my left hand, so she has been waiting by my left hand from the beginning.Seeing me move, I followed immediately, and took the demon pill from the air without any suspense.

Seeing that the handsome monk fell for my little trick and played us like a monkey, I laughed out loud, thinking he was pitiful and cute.Unexpectedly, he became angry from embarrassment, and while his sister was still standing still, he swung his Zen stick and slashed at her head.

The Zen stick is menacing, with the power to split the sky and the earth.The elder sister was caught off guard, she was shaken far away, her wrist softened, not only the sword fell, but also the demon pill.

I was stunned, and stood there stupidly, watching helplessly as the demon pill was split in half by him, half of which was directly broken into slag, and the other half was about to fall into the hands of the monk.

But at this moment, a white thing suddenly jumped up in the air, held the other half of the demon pill in its mouth, and ran a few steps after landing, being protected by the blue-clothed scholar who hurried over.

I took a closer look and was happy, it was a little white tiger cub with exactly the same pattern as the big tiger I had just slaughtered, I wouldn't believe it if it wasn't the father and son.

A scholar is a scholar, weak in body and slow on his feet, and he arrived only after we finished beating.

But it's about time.