Chapter 118, the law is chaotic

"Amitabha, don't be impulsive, don't do it." Li Mu looked solemnly: "Several donors, please say something, why do you want to be so violent... Also, you said that I am a monk, I agree, but please Don't call me vulture, actually I am hair, don't believe, look carefully."
"Fuck, is this vulture a fool?"
A splash of leather took a dagger from the waist and stepped closer. He smiled and said: "Dead vulture, dead vulture, vulture, Lao Tzu will say that you are a vulture, hahaha, can't agree, how can you do it? "Say, a dagger headed toward Li Mu's waist."
The waist is the key position on the human body. If the dagger is plunged in, the lower body and the lower part of the whole person will be abolished.
"Don't... Big brother is hiding." The little girl exclaimed and subconsciously wanted to block in the past.
"Don't, Ma Ye's men's mercy..." Cai's mother also looked anxious and wanted to stop, but after all, she was old and tired, and the reaction was simply unable to keep up.
The white woman on one side quietly grasped the hilt with one hand.
Ding!
A metal symphony is generally light.
"Ah?" That was a splash.
His intuitive shocked wrist was numb, as if a dagger had stabbed the rock.
"Fuck, this dead vulture is wearing armor."
He looked shocked, but found that this dagger had no thorns at all, but was bounced off by something hard, as if it was stabbed on the armor.
"Amitabha, my Buddha is blessed... The donor is actually not an armor, but a stabbing meat. However, there is a Dharma body in Dharma, and King Kong is not bad." Li Mu runs a train full of mouths, but he has a look of sorghum. , said: "Several donors, I have already smashed you a knife, and now everyone is even, not as good as this, put down the butcher knife, set up a Buddha, and quickly leave the gold spindle, let's go."
Xiao Shantou and Cai’s mother were shocked and opened their mouths.
On the one hand, the woman in white, covered in white gauze, could not see the expression on the face of the genius, but the palm of the handle, but slowly released.
The horse face yellow teeth and other people, but was shocked.
"King Kong is not bad? Who is it... Mom, I don't believe it..." The puffed skin made a slap, biting his teeth, waving a dagger, and slammed the raindrops for dozens of times. He said: "Dead Vulture, kill you and kill you..."
Li Mu did not hide.
However, until the red skin of the prickly wrist was shaken, the arm was about to break, and the tip of the dagger was broken, but it was not on Li Mu’s body. Even if it was a small knife, it was his tired panting.
Ms. Cai looked at Li Mu in disbelief.
The little girl hiding behind her grandmother is a big mouth with a big mouth and a thin face. It is full of worship.
The woman in white is sharp-eyed.
She looked at the broken marks on the back of the heads of Li Mu's clothes. Through the broken marks, I could see the muscles below. Where did I wear the armor? It was clearly the flesh and blood, and there was no fluctuation in the internal gas. The little monk did not use the internal air, just the strength of the flesh, it blocked the slash of the dagger...
Well, it’s a very good outsider’s hard work.
She made such an assessment in her heart.
"Amitabha, well, you have to call a small vulture, but please don't add a dead word. After all, Otaru is still alive and not dead." Li Mu looked seriously, as if he had been so knives so much. It is not as important as the other party to add a dead word in front of his name.
"Oh, I said, I dare to stand up and manage my affairs with Ma, huh, huh, it turned out to be a bit of effort." Ma face yellow teeth splashed the heart and shocked, sneer.
The spoiled rogue in his body came again, saying: "It’s a bit more powerful than the foreigners who didn’t know how to live and die in the past two days. But in this peaceful town, even a strong dragon has to be plated... Hey, die. Vultures, how are you so powerful, it’s hard to guard against the dark arrows, can you stand up to our brothers’ smoke, lime, and dark greens? Can you not get in the way when you sleep? You are not dead now. After a while, I will let you die."
"Amitabha, it is wrong for you to talk to the donor. You are obsessed with this." Li Mu folded his hands together and looked at the color of compassion and compassion.
The white woman on one side shook her head.
This little monk does not know where to come from, how can it be so stupid?
Although the hard work is pure and the strength is good, it is obvious that the brains of practicing Dharma cultivation are ruined and stupid, and such people are walking around the rivers and lakes. Sooner or later, they will be killed.
I don't know where the little monk's teacher is, so I am so relieved that he will come out alone.
When the white woman passed by, the little monk deliberately ordered the three bowls of noodles in order to help Cai’s grandmother and grandmother, causing her attention. At that time, she also looked at the grandmother’s pitiful, especially thin. The scene of the little girl who started to pay for the index and the money, touched some of her inner feelings.
So she also sat down and ordered a bowl of noodles.
No matter what the purpose of the little girl is to save money, she wants to help her achieve it today.
At that time, she just thought that this little monk had a good heart, but now that something happened, she suddenly had a little interest in this stupid little monk.
"How about obsessed with it?" The horse's face was yellow and pricked and laughed: "How can you make grandpa?"
The so-called splashing skin is actually a rogue, stalking, like a dog skin plaster, it is very difficult to pull it down. In the ancient Chinese four famous masterpieces, the lonely blue-faced beast Yang Zhi, in order to survive, had to go to the street. Selling the ancestral knives, wrapped in the skin of the head of the ox 2, deliberately martyrdom, all kinds of abuse, and finally forced the green face beast to kill the ox 2, was taken by the government, became a match, completely cut off the hope of Guang Zong Yaozu.
This group of horses is obviously such a group of skins.
"Haha, this dead vulture... laughs to die grandfather."
"Yeah, how can you get grandpa?"
"You see him take a dumb stupid look, hahahaha."
"Dead vulture, you are a monk, hahaha, the compassion of your family, what if you are a martial art? Do you dare to kill us? Hahaha."
"That is, dead vulture, have the ability, you hit me, haha, hit me."
A group of psychedelic eyes laughed and laughed.
People who come and go on the streets have seen this scene and are all stunned in their hearts.
Local people know this group of skins, which is a harm in the town of Ping An. They collude with several of the bureaucrats in the town. They do some unspeakable activities on weekdays and take a lot of things that are so devastating, in the town. The people all hated it, but there was no way. At this time, they saw that they were coming to trouble again, so they all hid far away, for fear of getting rid of the right and wrong.
Some neighborhoods were very sympathetic to the encounters of Cai's mother-in-law and grandchildren, but they did not dare to open their help. They looked at Li Mu's eyes, but with some sympathy and compassion, they provoked these three sultry and sultry skins. The little monk is afraid that it is difficult to leave the peaceful town alive.
Hey, Ping An Town, not safe.
It is some of the foreigners who have been in the past. If you don’t know, you will be surrounded by one side and curiously watching the fun.
Li Mu did not care about this at all.
He is addicted to COSPLAY, deliberately mad and stupid, hands clasped in front of his chest, a pair of swallows who are stupid and silly to reason with each other, earnestly and sincerely persuaded: "Do not ask the words, please tell me from the mouth... …Amitabha."
The pimps laughed more proudly.
"Haha, misfortunes out? Haha, Grandpa, I said, where is the disaster? Haha, dead vulture, have the ability, you hit me, hahaha..." The horse face will deliberately come over and put the face together. To Li Mu, a smug and provocative look, said: "Do you know who Grandpa I am, haha, misfortunes, haha, you hit me..."
Li Mu’s face was stupid, and he stepped back, and a bit of an Amitabha, as if he was scared, said:
Do you don’t want to talk about this kind of thing, good spirits and bad spirits... Amitabha.

Hey, this silly little monk.
The white woman looked and shook her head.
It’s a stupid fool.
There is a knives and guns that don’t work hard, but they don’t dare to do it. They are like a bunch of skins. They are so frustrated that they want to walk in the rivers and lakes. How can it be so stupid? Sooner or later, people will eat clean and even bones. There is no left.
"Haha, dead vulture, how? Are you afraid now? Are you not very powerful? Haha, you can't get into it, scare your grandfather... You beat me, dare? Do you dare to beat me?" Desperately put his face toward Li Mu.
"Door, you will not be serious?" Li Mu continued to step back.
"Of course it is serious..."
Snapped!
A loud slap in the face.
The pimping horse of the yellow face of the horse is like a broken sack and flies out.
Hey!
He slammed into the other body behind him, and the two men were like a gourd, screaming again and again.
This time, all the noise and noise around it, like the ducks that were caught in the neck, stopped the noise and disappeared instantly.
The group of smug psychedelic skins stunned in an instant.
Even the white woman, there is no reaction.
Hey?
How is this going?
How come suddenly... This little monk really did it?
The two sides of the street are far and near different places, and they are all exclaimed.
In particular, some locals did not expect that this seemingly sullen and honestly like a small monk like a piece of wood, said that it was a hands-on, directly slap the horse directly to the flight.
This slap, let some small town residents who are deeply poisoned by Ma San and others feel a kind of sincere relief and refreshment.
However, they also began to deeply worry about this little monk.
This group of horses is a group of hobs, which is so easy to send.
"Fucking, you... dead vulture, you dare to hit me, you..." Ma Sanzhen was on the ground, stayed for a long while, and seemed to still believe that he was really slapped by the little monk. It wasn’t until the roots of the roots burst into pain that he realized that what had happened.
"You are dead, dead vultures, you are dead..." Ma San made a slap, and his teeth smacked up, a clear slap in the face, and blood flowing from the corner of his mouth, like an angry male dog.
"Amitabha, donor, don't be excited, impulsive is the devil, please listen to me to explain, Xiao Yan is a compassionate husband, and all the people, you have to ask for it, then I must satisfy you, the master said, we are monks, Walking outside, be as helpful as possible, be kind and good... So if you want me to hit you and say so many times, then I have to satisfy you." Li Mu looked serious.
He was arrogant and grievously explained: "And, I finally confirmed it again and asked if you are serious. You said yes."
"You...I..." Ma San dumb ate Huang Lian, and he couldn’t say anything, and the gas broke out.
Li Mu has also looked like a very confused look. He looked at the people around him and stupidly said: "To tell the truth, Xiao Yan traveled around and saw various people and things, but it was such a strange thing as the donor. I am still seeing it for the first time."
"Oh..." The woman in white couldn't help but laugh.
Under the white veil, Chunhua blooms.
On the streets around, there is also a laugh.
Some people who watched the lively crowd couldn’t help but laugh at this time.
Even a few splashes, strange faces, and almost endured laughing.
This little monk, really is a wonderful.
"You fucking..." Ma San squinted, his face sullen, took out a blood, said: "Dead vulture, well, you have kind, huh, huh, hit the grandfather, don't want to live. Going out from this peaceful town, hit the grandfather's left face, right? Good, grandfather, I will extend my right face today. If you have a kind, try this face again... Hahaha, come, Hit, fight!"
This is a typical splashing mind.
The second cow in the water Margin is also using this method of hob meat, and the green-faced beast Yang Zhi, who is restrained and restrained, is forced to go crazy.
"Oh." Li Mu nodded.
Then raise your hand and it is a slap.
Snapped!
Ma San flew out again.
On the other half of his face, there was also a palm print, and the five-finger print was clearly visible.
"You... dare to really shoot? You..." Ma San got up, squinted and angered. He didn't think that he was stalking and smashing the meat of the hobs on weekdays. Give it a crack.
This monk will not be a fool, is it a fool?
"Amitabha, the donor, the poor, the good, the helpful, the gift of the rose, the hand has the fragrance..." Li Mu put his hands together and said: "The donor has a deep sin, and you have to influence you, so you have to promise your request, but Your request is really strange. I have rarely encountered it. Do you like to be beaten? You are a tendency to be abused. When you were a child, did you lack parental love and maternal love, which led to psychological malformation..."
"Shut up." Ma San is almost mad.
This dead vulture, how to so much, like a fly.
He came in with a cool breeze, and the gang helped him to hurt, and made the last move in the 'Popular Dafa'. He said, "Is it? Well, you have to kill Laozi today, otherwise, I must make it." Dead... Haha, dead vulture, are you not helpful? Ok, I let you kill me, do you dare? You are a dead vulture, six are not clean, and you want a hero to save the beauty? Oh, want Save this white chick, then be prepared to make a life."
Li Mu sighed: "Amitabha, I don't go to hell, who goes to hell, the donor, the monk does not swear, what you said, is it serious?"
"Of course..." Ma San almost blurted out and said that of course I was serious.
But he suddenly saw the little monk's sly and serious expression, and suddenly he was a spirit. When he remembered that he asked himself before, then he took a slap and did not hesitate to take it. Ma San suddenly felt that maybe this The monk, really is a fool, if he says dead, he really dares to kill.
The more he thinks, the more he feels that his judgment is correct.
Pressing the anger, think about it, this little monk is simply a stupid fool. In the temple, I read the Bible and read it as a scorpion. Such a person, really, does everything.
But if anything, I am afraid to change my mind.
Before, Ma San instinctively felt that the young monk was a monk, so he would have some scruples, but now, conversely, many of his monks are mad at the death of the family. Many shocking things are made by the monks, such as cutting meat. Feeding eagle and the like, and the face of this little monk madman is very big.
After a few breaths of thinking, Ma San was paralyzed.
On the surface, he is not afraid of death, playing horizontally, not killing, but in fact, the more such a person, the deeper inside is more afraid of death, fear of death.
As the saying goes, it’s quite scary, it’s horrible, and you’re afraid of being killed.
Ma San feels that at best, at best, it is horizontal, and the stupid little monk who does not know where to come is basically the kind that does not kill.
"Dead vulture, today is your luck, Grandpa, I have other things to do." Ma San bit his teeth, his eyes flashing fierce light, said: "You are not going to overtake me? Well, put your name method I’m staying here, I’m going back to my grandfather and I’m going to find you.

The other few splashes, once you look at this situation, you know that the boss is going to be jealous.
They also think that this monk, some evil, it is best not to touch hard, look back and find the opportunity to count the best in private, just like the foreigners who used to do nothing in the past few days.
The Pipi people are born with no sense of honor and dignity of the martial arts, so even if they are ignorant, they don’t feel embarrassed at all. They are like a group of insects stalking in the gray area. They are bullying and hard, so they are retreating, more than anyone else. Retreating quickly.
"Yes, dead vulture, leaving your law number."
"How? Don't you dare?"
The pimps supported Ma San and kept a distance from Li Mu, like a group of defeated dogs, yelling.
The people around, especially the locals, are secretly playing in the heart, the little monk, don’t say it, don’t talk, just leave the safe town for the first time, it’s a matter of life. .
On the other side, Chua's mother-in-law is also anxiously sweating, and she gives Li Mu a wink, so that he must not say it. Xiao Shantou quietly licked Li Mu’s sleeves and shook his head.
The head of the splashing horse, Ma San, saw the action of this pair of grandparents and secretly remembered it.
He was thinking about it in the haze, looking back and looking for a chance, he must kill the old mother-in-law of Cai, killing the chicken and seeing the monkey, let the other people in Ping'an Town know that his Ma San is so powerful. As for the little girl, Washed and sold directly to the kiln.
The white woman with arms around her chest, a pair of things outside the scene, waiting for Li Mu's answer with great interest.
Li Mu honestly put his hands together and said: "Amitabha, the donor is willing to take another step, then it is best, I am compassionate..."
Ma Sanyi listened to this stupid monk and had to sneak in and endlessly, his head hurts and directly interrupted, saying: "Don't be and grandpa nonsense, you can say, what is your number?"
Don't say, don't say, don't say.
The well-intentioned Cai mother-in-law and the surrounding residents are praying in their hearts. You should not say the little monk.
Say it, say it, there is something you can say.
The broken skins are waiting for their teeth, waiting for this stupid monk to self-report the door.
Under the gaze of countless eyes, Li Mu clasped his hands together and honestly said: "Amitabha, the law of Xiaoyan is chaotic."
what?
what? What?
Law number... chaos?
Ma Sanzhen lived.
The splashes are stunned.
Cai's grandmother and grandson lived.
The woman in white was stunned.
Even some people around to watch the heat, all of them are stunned.
Recklessly?
What kind of law is this fucking?
Where is the monk from this law number?
The eyes of Ma Sanqi are red: "Vulture, how dare you just make a law number to lie to me?"
Li Mu repeatedly waved his hand and explained with sincerity: "Amitabha, the monk does not play slang, and the swearing method is really chaotic. Because Xiaoyan didn't have a cloud tour, he often came to the temple, so he was sent out by the master." Before the trip, give the law number chaos."
Really chaos?
Ma San will be suspicious.
The people around you will also be suspicious.
However, the monk should not lie.
"Well, then you dare not say, which temple are you going out of?" Ma asked again.
Li Mudao: "Amitabha, Xiaoyan is from the Dashan Temple in Xueshan. The teacher is the Dalun Temple, who is known as the "Dalian Ming Wang".
When Ma San listened, it was a little bit forced.
Snow Mountain Dalun Temple?
where is it?
Dalun Ming Wang Yu Mozhi?
Who is that?
I have never heard of it.
"Well, dead vulture, Grandpa remembers you." Ma Sanfa said, "I will come back again."
When Li Mu heard this sentence, he almost laughed at the scene, almost destroying the image of his foolish monk who had worked hard to create it. Fortunately, he resisted it, but his heart was voicing. What do you think is a gray wolf, so classic The lines of the words, from your locust-like psychedelic mouth, really destroy the big image of the inventor and the big gray wolf.
In the end, a few splashes went away.
The people who watched the excitement also dispersed.
"The chaos came to the master, you are in a big disaster, and quickly leave this safe town." Cai mother-in-law quickly took Li Mu's hand and said: "Ma San, a few people, will not be so good."
"Do you really chase the law?" The white woman opened her mouth and stared at Li Mu, asking.
Li Mu was embarrassed to scratch his head and said: "Actually, I have two laws. I told them that it is the latest one. Before leaving the Snow Mountain Dalun Temple, Master has not given me this law. I am The previous law number is not this... Does the female donor want to know? If you want to know, I can tell you..."
"Say." The eyebrows under the veil of the white woman jumped.
This little monk, besides being stupid, is still awkward.
Li Muzheng was doing a ceremony in the past, saying: "The law number of Xiaoxuan was called nonsense."
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Did not sleep at noon, wrote the new chapter.
Two in one, made together.
Thank you for your support from the brothers and sisters. Let’s pay attention to my new public micro-signal chaos. I will send some settings of the holy Wu Xing in the near future, and the story line will go.