The first thousand two hundred and thirty-seven chapters first arrived in Shennong
Qiu Fan felt that this idea was reliable. The bamboo pole was a monster and had the same language as the monster soldiers.
He only had a slight concern, "If people don't eat people, you monsters won't eat monsters, right?"
They were standing in the crowd. We were all human beings and could not attract too much attention. Don't let this bamboo-pole monster show up and arouse the appetite of the monsters.
"What are you thinking about?!" The bamboo stick monster pushed them into the car, and drove the carriage forward together with the prisoners in the car behind.
It will be their turn soon.
The demon soldier was a little surprised when he saw a demon sitting on the shaft of the cart driving a cart, and asked, "Where did you come from?"
The bamboo pole monster got out of the car and said with a smile: "He's from the City of Reclining Buddha."
The City of Reclining Buddha and this place are not the same demon gods. The things committed there should not have spread here.
As expected, there was nothing strange about the demon soldiers. They just asked: "Who are in the car?"
As he said that, a demon soldier went to raise the curtain of the carriage and saw two monks and two children, a boy and a girl, sitting in the carriage.
"We are going to Shennong City to promote Buddhism." said the bamboo pole monster. "These two are famous masters in the City of Reclining Buddha."
The demon soldier ignored him, looked at the little boy, licked his tongue, "This baby is tender, it should be delicious."
"Uncle, my name is Shit." the little boy said.
"Ugh!" The monster felt a little nauseous and hurriedly lowered the car curtain. The ninja said uncomfortably: "Pay the money and leave quickly."
Unfortunately, the young monk didn't know who to learn from, and he was very poor in money.
Now that the little monk knows that these monsters will eat people after catching them, he is already unhappy. If he asks for money again, isn't this asking for death?
In order to prevent the situation from getting worse, the bamboo stick monster had an idea and slapped the monster soldier on the face.
The slap was so hard that the monster turned around and stood face to face with the bamboo stick monster again, looking at him in confusion.
The dozen demon soldiers standing behind were also stunned.
Before they came to their senses, the bamboo stick monster said angrily: "Your damn eyes are for decoration! Or for breathing! I didn't see that I was respectful to them, who the hell are you? Do you know?
You know, they went to the demon city to educate the people and make them believe in reincarnation! Believe in the next life! Obey discipline! Advise the people not to fight and kill all day long, but to be submissive and not resist! This is for the gods! For the rule of the gods in the Central Plains
Big plan!"
The bamboo stick monster became more and more angry as he talked, and finally he convinced himself.
He was angry and kicked the demon soldier in the crotch, "Who are you, my grandson? If you dare to ask me for money, I will kill you!"
After that, he drew his sword and came out.
Seeing this, the demon soldiers behind him hurriedly stepped forward to stop him, "Sir, sir, please calm down, please calm down!"
They kept trying to appease the bamboo stick monster, "We are all monsters, so don't get so angry."
In the eyes of these monster soldiers, what the bamboo stick monster said should be true, otherwise whoever has the heart of a bear and the courage of a leopard would come here and sing this.
"This kid is a dog demon. As the saying goes, dogs look down on people. Sir, don't be as knowledgeable as him." A demon soldier said with a smile.
"I am a monster, how dare he look down on me?" The bamboo stick monster was so angry that he wanted to beat me.
"My lord, my lord." The demon soldier stopped him, "All the gods in the Central Plains are of the same spirit. For the sake of our gods, don't be as knowledgeable as him."
The bamboo stick monster cursed, "What a fool, you want me to calm down and get money!"
The demon soldier's face froze.
Damn it, he is as dark as a monster in the world, and this guy is also a man who wants money.
Fortunately, every injustice has its owner, so the demon soldier went to fumble around with the dog demon god who fell on the ground. When the dog demon soldier resisted, he glared at him and took out all the money.
"Sir, look..." The demon soldier handed over all the money to the dog demon.
The bamboo pole monster took it away and said, "It's not bad, I feel a lot better now."
He put it in his arms and waved the two carriages behind him to pass the checkpoint. He did not forget to look at the dog demon soldiers with contempt and said, "It turns out to be a dog. The reaction was so big when I mentioned dog poop. It turns out that I ate too much before."
"You..." The dog demon trembled angrily, but fortunately he was stopped by the demon soldiers.
The bamboo stick monster followed the carriage and drove away as they watched.
After turning the corner, the bamboo pole monster climbed into the carriage and said proudly: "I have discovered a new way to make a fortune."
The old monk suggested, "Everyone should share it equally."
"Why?" The bamboo stick monster was unconvinced, "This is stolen money. You are a monk who lives a clean life, so don't dirty your hands."
"Then why don't you just give me alms?" the old monk said plausibly.
After he came out of prison, he discovered that there was something better than prison food, but it was a bit expensive.
"You give me part of the charity, and at the same time, you will eliminate your sin of telling lies and defrauding people of money, so you won't have to go to hell after you die." The old monk said.
"No, I'm a monster." said the bamboo stick monster.
"Amitabha, all things have Buddha nature, and monsters are no exception. If there is Buddha nature, there will be hell. The donor must have a kind heart." The old monk said.
"Hey, your Dharma is better than the Dharma of the monk from the City of Reclining Buddha." said the bamboo stick monster.
The Buddhist teachings in the City of Reclining Buddha directly exclude monsters.
However, no matter how much the old monk said, the bamboo stick monster refused to give him the money.
They continued to move forward, encountering many sentry posts along the way. The bamboo pole monster followed suit, and when they arrived at the outskirts of Shennong City, they actually got a lot of money.
"It's faster to get rich by robbing." The bamboo stick monster sighed as he counted the bank certificates in his hand.
The old monk and the young monk walked out of the carriage and looked at the majestic city walls of Shennong City, filled with emotion.
The last time the old monk came to Shennong City, he came with his master. Now his master has passed away long ago, and he himself has been in jail for many years.
The young monk was also very excited. He held the grass stem in his hand and looked at Shennong City, his body trembling slightly.
Finally, he was going to see Miss Cao'er again.
The bamboo stick monster glanced sideways at the young monk and thought, indeed, this grass is a token of love.
Last time, in order to save the little monk, he picked grass leaves to make medicine. After the little monk woke up, he blamed him for a long time.
Two cars were parked on the side of the road, and there were monsters and humans among the pedestrians coming and going.
They kept going in and out of the city gate under the high wall of Shennong City, like a giant beast, constantly swallowing food.
Shennong City has a lifeless bustle that is different from other cities in the Central Plains.
There is such a prosperous city in the Central Plains, and it is under the rule of the long snake demon god who eats people. The bamboo pole monster finds it strange.
However, when he saw the pedestrians coming and going, whether they were cheerful or sad, most of them came to Shennong City to seek medical advice, the bamboo stick monster felt that there was nothing strange about it.
After all, humans and monsters always have to go to a doctor for treatment when they are sick.
"Selling medicine, selling medicine, a panacea, a cure-all for all diseases, a cure, and if it doesn't work, you don't have to pay for it." A traveling doctor came towards me.
When he saw the old monk, he hurriedly came over and said happily: "You always stay up late, you are bald, do you regret it? Don't be afraid, give me a magic elixir, it will be cured in one go. If it doesn't work, you don't need to pay. I guarantee that you will be like this."
A black patch of hair will grow out of a bald spot within two days."