"That little girl just now was really pretty. If it weren't for that brat, she would be naked and hugging her happily right now!" The bald third master then thought of the girl selling wontons, and his heart
Unbearable itching.
"Let's go back to find her right now!" said one of the men. "The city gate isn't closed anyway. Small vendors like them only close their stalls in the early morning. I won't talk nonsense to them this time. We'll just leave after grabbing it."
, let’s see who can stop me?”
"Take a bundle of mats, wrap them up, and then kill them without anyone noticing, and then dig a hole outside and bury them," another suggested.
"It would be a pity to kill him. If he were transported to the south of the Yangtze River and sold as a thin horse, I'm afraid it wouldn't be worth a few hundred taels of silver?" Another person laughed.
"That makes sense. I see there are a lot of Japanese girls and Ross girls in Shunfeng City. There are no such things in Jiangnan. If you take a few pictures and bring them back, you will definitely find something rare to live in and sell them for a big price." The bald third master said.
I was inspired and thought that human trafficking was a good business.
"I'm just afraid that it's easy to photograph people but difficult to transport them away. The port is very tight and the land route is too far...Old Qi, you just feed the cat urine, why don't you just hit random things with your big wooden stick?" one person asked.
.
"I drink well, how can I knock anything?" The man named Lao Qi spread his hands with an innocent look on his face, "I lost my big stick when I ran away just now. It's because the sleeves are torn and it's uncomfortable to tear.
Take a few swings."
But everyone vaguely heard the knocking sound. Just now they were drinking and talking, and they couldn't hear it clearly. Now they closed their mouths and listened, but it became more and more distinct, as if it was coming from outside...
…
"Who the hell is that?" The bald third master suddenly stood up and stared at the temple door with his triangular eyes. Everyone turned around to look, only to see a man standing quietly at the door with crutches.
Looked at them coldly.
"Yeah? Who is that?" There was a guy with sharp eyes who saw that this lame man was the little wonton seller. What was he doing here?
"One, two...eight, haha, are they all here?" The hawker counted the heads on his fingers, and laughed out loud when he saw everyone was there.
Damn this damn lame guy! You are so courageous. We were just waiting to settle the score with you, but you actually came to our door to see if we didn’t fight...
While several people were shouting and cursing, bolts of lightning suddenly lit up in the dark temple, flashing in front of several people's chests.
"What the hell are you doing?" The bald third master saw that all his brothers suddenly shut up, their eyes widened, and they were dumbfounded. They still didn't know what was going on?
"Buddha, please don't blame me for going on a killing spree and desecrating the pure land." The vendor walked up to the Buddha statue on a walking stick and folded his hands in a salute, "But Buddha, you shouldn't have allowed such thugs to drink and act recklessly in the temple."
Only a few muffled popping sounds were heard, and those people fell to the ground one after another.
But it turned out that the lightning just now was not lightning, but the light of the vendor's sword. The sword light was everywhere and had pierced all their hearts. However, the sword was too fast, so the wound did not even bleed.
"You, you, you...are you a human or a ghost?" The bald third master was so frightened that his legs did not collapse, which showed that he was still a man.
"There are neither humans nor ghosts." The vendor sighed, waved his cane lightly, and a sword light shot out, cutting off the head of the bald third master.
"Heaven will not kill you unless you do evil. If you do evil, I will kill you. I will not kill you because you have offended me, but to do justice for heaven. Criminals like you are not worthy of living in this world. It is better to go to hell as soon as possible.
It’s okay to suffer.” The vendor picked up the bald head that fell at his feet and murmured to Wu Zi’s head with wide eyes.
"They went to hell and suffered, but we are still living and suffering in this world." Suddenly a voice said softly, "Changqing, where do you think we will go after we die?"
When the vendor heard this, his body shook violently, and the head in his hand suddenly fell to the ground.
"Sigh... this is the pure land of Buddhism after all. Look at the blood all over the floor, so you are not afraid of the Buddha being offended. Where is your corpse pill?" A woman in red suddenly appeared next to the vendor and extended her hand to him.
Snow-white palms.
A bonfire on the ground flickered, illuminating her face and changing it, but it turned out to be Xiaoxiang Yu!
"Here it is...here it is." Not only did the vendor's voice tremble, but his hands were also shaking violently. He searched in his arms for a long time but couldn't find anything.
Xiao Xiangyu chuckled, "You are still a swordsman. How can you hold a sword if your hands are unsteady?" After saying that, he directly reached into his arms, took out a small gourd, opened the stopper, and poured out a small gourd.
Here comes a little pill.
He crushed the neck of the bald third master who was thrown at his feet, then flew over and kicked several other corpses over and piled them together.
There was only a soft chissing sound, and bursts of white smoke came out of the corpses, like ice cubes placed on the stove, gradually melting into water.
"So you knew I was coming." The vendor took a long time to calm down and took a deep breath.
"You buy wontons on the street every night and shout, but I'm not deaf!" Xiao Xiangyu said angrily.
"But my legs are lame." The vendor said, looking down at his empty lower limbs.
"So what? You are still you, nothing has changed." Xiao Xiangyu stared at the vendor and sighed softly.
"I have changed, you have changed, everything has changed." The vendor said harshly, "Don't be offended. I didn't know you were in Shunfeng City. I didn't come here to disturb you, I just sold some wontons.
I need to raise some travel expenses so that I can go to Xuanming to pay homage to my master. I haven’t been here for a long time, but I’ve been dreaming about my senior brothers recently, so..."
"You've never dreamed of me?" Xiao Xiangyu suddenly said.
"Long time no see, how are you?" The vendor lowered his head and drew on the ground with a cane, not daring to face Xiao Xiangyu's gaze.
"Haha, what's so good about it?" Xiao Xiangyu smiled bitterly, "You are neither a human nor a ghost, and I am neither alive nor dead. Neither of us are from this world... But Changqing, you shouldn't be
Like this, it was me who harmed you, what happened to your palm?"
Xiaoxiangyu held his hand and saw blisters on one of his palms, so she asked with concern.
"It's okay." When the vendor heard Xiao Xiangyu's words, he frowned and withdrew his hand forcefully with a look of displeasure on his face.
"Look at you, I just said this and you are angry again, so don't blame me, right? It's all your fault!"
At this moment, Xiaoxiangyu does not look like the world-famous Xiaoxiang sect master, nor is she the dissolute old madam, but Wanran is a well-behaved and gentle woman.
Then he grabbed the hawker's hand by force, took off a hairpin from his head, put it on his mouth, and carefully pricked the blisters on his hand one by one.
Then he took out a small gourd wine bottle from the vendor's arms, bit off the cap, took a big sip, and then sprayed it out to disinfect the punctured wound.
Finally, he took out a snow-white handkerchief and carefully wrapped the vendor's palm.
The vendor just stared at her snow-white curved neck, saying nothing.