These lewd monks were so hateful that they actually wanted to humiliate and break their ears in front of Long Chen.
"I have never done anything like this before, asking my wife for a son in front of my husband."
A lewd monk laughed heartily.
Zhe'er was blocked by two lewd monks, unable to escape.
Long Chen couldn't stand it anymore and sneered: "Zhaoti Temple is indeed a prostitute temple, doing some shameful things!"
"Things like you should have died long ago!"
The seemingly cowardly husband actually sneered and dared to ridicule. The lewd monk immediately became angry and cursed with a stick: "You dare to insult the Buddha and you will be punished with death!"
The perverted monk suddenly swung the iron rod in his hand and hit Long Chen on the head.
This posture is aimed at crushing people to death.
call...
The iron rod made a sound and was coming with great force, but after it reached half an inch above Long Chen's head, it could no longer move forward an inch.
Long Chen gently raised his hand and firmly grasped the iron rod.
The obscene monk was shocked. He didn't expect Long Chen to be so powerful.
“The idea is prickly!”
The other lewd monks immediately threw down their hands and attacked Long Chen with iron bars.
Long Chen kicked the obscene monk, and when his foot fell, the monk flew out like an arrow, followed by the sound of cracking bones. The moment the monk landed, a large pool of blood flowed out from his abdomen, and he died on the spot.
Long Chen picked up the iron rod and swept it in a circle, and all the obscene monks were beaten away.
There were not even screams, only muffled groans. All the obscene monks fell to the ground, their mouths bleeding continuously, and their bodies twitching.
Zhe'er sneered and said, "These perverted monks deserve to die!"
The spies from the West Factory came in one after another, and when everyone was gathered, Long Chen said: "Leave two people to watch here to prevent anyone from coming in. The others follow me down."
There is a small room next to it, and there is a staircase going down. When you go to the bottom, you can see a maze-like tunnel.
These tunnels lead to the bottom of the bed in each child-seeking room, and the monks enter through these tunnels.
Walking through the tunnel, I happened to meet a monk.
When the monk saw Long Chen coming in, he was surprised and said, "Who are you and how did you get here!"
The monks did not call people directly, because some monks in Zhaoti Temple would do some business, that is, they would find some dandy boys in the court and tell them that there were female believers here asking for children, and if they paid them, they could come here and play randomly.
So the monk didn't know if Long Chen was a playboy just looking for excitement.
Long Chen pinched the monk's throat with one hand and slipped him into the small room next to him.
"I heard that Hong Zhi, the old bald donkey, is here tonight, which room?"
Xichang found some information, saying that Hong Zhi participated in the child-seeking festival every year, but it was impossible to know which one he was in.
"Who are you.."
The monk struggled and refused to speak.
Zhe'er came over, blocked the monk's mouth with a handkerchief, pulled out the hairpin from his head, grabbed the monk's fingers, and stabbed them in between the nails.
The monk's veins bulged out in pain, and his body kept shaking. He tried to struggle, but was tightly held by Long Chen and couldn't escape at all.
Long Chen did not ask in a hurry, but asked Zhe'er to continue.
After pricking one finger, Zhe'er then pricked another. Only when the monk stopped struggling and was about to faint, did Zhe'er stop.
Pulling out the handkerchief and throwing it on the ground, Long Chen asked: "Where is Hong Zhi, the old bald donkey?"
The monk said drowsily: "No. 888."
No. 888?
The feeling of a box.
Click!
Long Chen broke the monk's neck in one move.
"You all go your own way. Feng He is at No. 333. I'm going to go and have fun with Hong Zhi, the old bald donkey."
After Long Chen finished giving instructions, the Xichang spies went their separate ways.
The passages below are all numbered, and there are small rooms below, but they are very simple, just covered by a door.
Long Chen searched slowly and met several monks who came out. Long Chen killed them all and then stuffed them back into the door.
"No. 888."
Finally, the top luxury box.
Push the door and go in. There is not much space inside. There is a wooden ladder standing there, and there is a bit of movement up there.
"Master, please don't, I really don't want to."
"Little lady, this poor monk is the master of Zhaoti Temple, and Kongji is still my junior fellow apprentice. I won't suffer any loss if you follow me."
"Besides, if you are not good at being a husband, you will never be able to have any children in your lifetime. He will divorce you when the time comes."
"Don't worry, the poor monk's Dharma is profound and his skills are also advanced. I guarantee you will be satisfied."
"The poor monk has deep roots of wisdom. The heir you will give birth to in the future will definitely be a smart person."
"Monks don't lie. The children sent out by poor monks are all very smart. Do you know Taichang Qing's grandson?"
"He is a child prodigy. Do you know whose seed it is? It was given to his daughter-in-law by a poor monk."
Listening to Hong Zhi's words, Long Chen secretly cursed this thief for being so shameless, even Taichang Qing's daughter-in-law.
If Taichang Qing knew about this, I don't know how he would feel.
I thought he was his grandson, but I didn't expect him to be Hong Zhi's bastard.
"Master, I would rather be divorced, but I don't want it."
The woman was crying, but she just refused.
Long Chen secretly praised, this woman is pretty good, she knows what chastity is.
"Hmph! You don't know how to flatter me! When you get here today, it's up to you whether you want to or not!"
"I must give you an heir today, poor monk! If you don't know how to praise me, you will definitely receive retribution. If you take refuge in Buddhism, you will be punished!"
After saying this, the sound of Hong Zhi tearing off his clothes was heard, and the woman resisted desperately.
Long Chen couldn't listen any more, so he followed the ladder to lift the wooden board and got out from under the bed.
I saw Hong Zhi shirtless and a beautiful woman with tears on her face.
"Tsk, tsk, Master Hongzhi, you are such an accomplished monk, you actually do such a cruel and crazy thing. I am merciful, you will go to hell!"
Long Chen pointed at the old bald donkey Hong Zhi and cursed.
Hong Zhi was busy at work. Although he put in a lot of effort, he never succeeded because the beautiful woman was unwilling.
Hong Zhi has also practiced. If he really wants to do something random, it's not impossible.
But he didn't want to hurt this beautiful woman, so he kept pestering her without success.
Suddenly he heard someone scolding him behind him. Hong Zhi, the old bald donkey, was startled. He turned around hurriedly and saw a man standing in the room.
Hong Zhi was stunned...
"Master Hongzhi, don't you recognize him?"
Long Chen smiled and took off his disguise, revealing his true appearance.
When he saw Long Chen's true face, Hong Zhi was even more confused...
Long Chengen?
Why did he appear here?
Am I dreaming?
Or am I hallucinating?
Hong Zhi heard that Long Chen was fighting against Shi Le and Kong Ji at Zhenguo Temple. How could he suddenly appear at Zhaoti Temple?
In a luxury box?
"Master, don't you remember me? Alas, it is true that noble people often forget things. I am Long Chengen, King of Wu of the Great Zhou Dynasty."
"We have seen it before. We saw it when you brought Mojie to the capital."
Long Chen said with a smile.
Finally, Hong Zhi, the old bald donkey, came to his senses. He was so scared that he shivered in a corner of the bed and said tremblingly: "You...why are you here?"
Long Chen chuckled and said, "Oh, I heard that Master Hong Zhi has a good idea for finding a son. I'll come over and have a look."
"Your room is really big, with such a nice bed, and the furniture is all made of sandalwood. You're so particular."
