Chapter 1215: Flower monk! ?

"Everyone is a cultivator. Although we meet in peace, it is a good thing to form a good bond." Looking at Yang Yu, the witch smiled unexpectedly.
"Well, the female benefactor is so beautiful, and it is indeed a beautiful thing for the poor monk to meet the female benefactor." Yang Yu said with a smile.
After chatting, the witch was relieved, she didn't think about so many things for the time being, she looked at the food in front of Yang Yu, her beautiful eyes were smiling.
But as soon as the witch let go, Yang Yu's face suddenly turned black.
At the end of the meal, the witch stopped talking, and ate another green water skewers. In the end, she couldn't eat this kind of flesh and blood medicine, and she began to switch to other delicacies.
The monkey wine that Shi Hao took out was drunk clean by the witch, even the barbecue was not eaten by Yang Yu, but was eaten by the witch.
This made Yang Yu go dark directly. This was the second time someone moved faster than him and snatched food from him.
While enjoying, the girl stood up nonchalantly, picked up a jar of monkey wine very freely, opened it, drank it directly, and put the remaining barbecue beside Yang Yu on the fire.
"Oh my God, how can you eat so much, my barbecue, my monkey wine, how can you fat girls eat so much."
Yang Yu screamed. He thought of the scene where Yun Xi had eaten most of the pure-blooded monsters in Baiduan Mountain, his face was dark.
It was the latter half of the night, and the blue sea was shimmering, reflecting the bright moon in the sky. Because it was a ghost ship, other creatures did not dare to approach this sea area. No one was disturbed and it was very peaceful.
Yang Yu and the witch continued to eat until the middle of the night, when Xiao Budian and Mao Qiu were asleep, glowing all over.
In the end, the witch couldn't hold on anymore, her lower abdomen bulged slightly, and she sprayed the glow outwards as soon as she opened her mouth.
The flesh and blood medicine she ate has been suppressed by her, and now it is impossible to suppress it, and her whole body is beginning to glow.
It's hard to imagine how these people's stomachs are packed. These are pure-blooded creatures. If someone else eats a piece, they will glow all over and start running wildly.
"My monkey wine, this thing is not infinite, you can't go to Baiduanshan! You don't want to eat it!"
Yang Yu looked at the wine can at the feet of the witch with pain, and regretted that Shi Hao had taken out so much.
"This monkey wine is indeed a good wine!"
Looking at Yang Yu, the witch nodded with satisfaction.
"Of course, what you eat is not yours!"
Yang Yu's face was dark, his face was painful.
"Don’t be so sad. Naturally, you have to share good things with people who understand and share with your own friends. You see how well I am. When we meet by the water, we can sit together, eat meat and drink. Isn’t this a friendship? ?
Also, my witch is a person who eats all over the world. If you enter my stomach, naturally it will not become a vulgar thing, it will have a unique meaning. "
The witch looked at Yang Yu and said with a smile, her face was not red and her heart beat,
"Amitabha Buddha, the meaning of the female benefactor's words is a poor monk, but I don't understand it. After absorbing the essence, what you eat will enter the place of reincarnation of five grains and then be sent out from the exit of reincarnation?"
Yang Yu looked at the witch, his eyes turned straight.
"Uh..." The witch was speechless, her expression uncomfortable, what Yang Yu was referring to was disgusting.
"Amitabha Buddha, is there any other way for the female benefactor to get her out?" Yang Yu clasped his hands together, looking at the witch very curiously, with an appearance of humbly asking for advice.
"How can you monk speak so vulgarly? Looking at your long eyebrows and big eyes, it turns out to be a wicked one." The witch stared at Yang Yu and said rather uncomfortably.
"Amitabha, the female donor herself said that entering your belly can have a special meaning. The poor monk is just curious."
Yang Yu shook his head and said, suddenly, Yang Yu looked at the witch with weird eyes, "You drink all monkey wine. If you all come out from that place, it really has a special meaning."
"..." The witch looked at Yang Yu, but didn't understand.
"Amitabha, that place is a good place. All men yearn for it. What's more, if the female benefactor is so beautiful, then more men want it. Those monkey wines have a special meaning, and the poor monks understand." Yang Yu nodded.
The witch looked at Yang Yu, her face suddenly darkened, she now understood what Yang Yu meant.
"Amitabha, the female benefactor is indeed a wonderful thing in nature. Although the poor monk has never seen it before, she has heard of it. It was precisely because of this wonderful thing that the world wrote a poem, and the world called the poor monk a poem. Buddha." Yang Yu's eyes turned straight and looked at the witch.
"..." The witch did not speak, she sat there stiffly, she couldn't tell what her expression was, anyway, it was pitch black and her mood was not very good.
"The poor monk presented his ugliness to the female donor, and today I wrote a poem to let the female donor know where the name of the poor monk this poem Buddha came from." Yang Yu smiled, stood up directly, and looked up at the sky. ,Hands together.
"This poem spends seven, seven, four, seven, nine days for the poor monk, studying and revising it every day. It can be said that it is a jewel of words, and the image is very incomparable. I also ask the female donor to comment.
Xuanhuang of good fortune embodies the magic, and the famous artifact is hidden in the crotch of the girl.
The two-petal condensed flower dew of 菡萏, Taoyuan walks into Yaochi.
How can Danqing write soft and soft places, when it is difficult to dye bright red.
It's a rascal from Cangjie, and his pictographic paintings are compelling. "
After an impassioned recitation, Yang Yu recited this wonderful poem very vigorously, turned his head to look at the witch, Yang Yu smiled and asked, "Female donor, I wonder if the poor monk is a poem or Buddha?"
"..." The witch looked at Yang Yu with a dark face, she didn't know what to say, she also had some blushes on her face, she didn't know if it was caused by drinking or because she was a little embarrassed.
"Female donor?" Yang Yu looked at the witch with a smile, and said.
"Monk, why are you so vulgar? Are you a flower monk? But how old are you? Why do you write such a poem?"
The witch spoke very speechlessly, her face a little angry.
"Amitabha, the poor monk just accidentally listened to Master talking about that wonderful thing, coupled with Master's usual influence, that's why this poem came up." Yang Yu looked at the witch and said with a smile.
"..." The witch did not speak, looking at Yang Yu speechlessly.
He really doesn't know what kind of force Yang Yu's master is from now. Such poems can be made. There are many people in this sect...
The witch shook her head, her face speechless.
"Female benefactor, can a poor monk deserve the title of Poetry Buddha?" Yang Yu asked again.
"If you really only know poetry like this, I think you should change your name to Monk Flower." The witch said silently.
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