The kind-faced old monk clasped his hands and looked at Old Li with piercing eyes. His half-smiling face made Old Li's anger vent a lot. This old monk had no choice but to find someone.
He, although this street is not big, there are too many people coming and going, which is really unlucky. Lao Li suppressed his anger and showed what he thought was the brightest smile to the old monk.
"Master, do you have any advice? I wonder if I can help you." Lao Li didn't have a good impression of monks and nuns, but he didn't want to hit the smiling person. What's more, the monk had a kind face and a kind look.
Even a cruel person cannot get angry. He clasped his hands and returned the greeting to the old monk, but there was already a hint of impatience in his eyes.
"The poor monk observes that this benefactor's hall is darkened, and there may be a bloody disaster in the near future. The monks are compassionate, so I came to remind the benefactor." The old monk said solemnly, with a smile on his face.
He put it away, and a burning and threatening light shot out from his eyes.
When Lao Li heard this, he was stunned for a moment. He did not expect that the old monk would come to him so solemnly just to talk about this matter. He was very puzzled in his heart, when did this monk also learn the trick of those Taoist priests who spread rumors and deceive others?
What a bloody disaster, what a darkening of the hall, he has withdrawn from the world for many years. So a nameless anger surged up in his heart for no reason. He was already polite to the old monk, and he still wanted to take it.
Looking for fun by yourself, isn't that why you are looking for trouble? There is no one on Xiting Street who can make fun of him like this, but this old monk is the first one.
"Master, you can eat more and don't talk nonsense. If you want to beg for alms, Xiaoke still has a few taels of silver here, just take it. But you want to hurt others with your words. Although Xiaoke is an ordinary person,
These ominous words are a little too much to put on Xiao Ke."
Lao Li's eyes had long since lost any kindness toward the kind-hearted old monk. His face darkened, and he replied quietly to the other man.
"Amitabha, as the saying goes, good medicine tastes bitter, but loyal advice offends the ears. If the donor doesn't believe it, it's fine. The poor monk looked at the donor's eyes with spring and joy on his brows. He must have been in love with the little lady." The old monk was not moved by Lao Li's unkind words.
If he had any unhappiness, he still kept nagging to Lao Li. The solemn expression on his face suddenly changed, revealing a slight smile, and his slender eyes were almost narrowed into a slit.
When Lao Li heard this, he was like a dog whose tail was stepped on. It hit his mind. His face changed, and a red and spicy feeling immediately spread on his face. He could no longer be strong in his heart.
He couldn't control the rage that surged up, and he stared at the old monk with sullen eyebrows.
"I said you are a bald donkey who cares about heaven and earth, but you are meddling in other people's private affairs. How in my life did I, Lao Li, offend you bald donkeys? There are so many people on the street, did you go out to find them?
You came here deliberately to amuse me, right? I really don’t believe in this evil. If it weren’t for your age, I would have kicked you away long ago." Lao Li shouted in a loud voice with anger.
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But his loud words attracted a burst of curious glances from passers-by. When they saw the kind-faced old monk in tattered monk robes, and then looked at the sturdy figure of Lao Li, everyone's eyes were filled with contempt.
Just by looking at him, they determined in their minds that this stout man was bullying an old monk.
The rouge shop was introducing the rouge in her shop to the customers. The proprietress also heard Lao Li's rough voice. She cast a doubtful look at Lao Li, but smiled charmingly at Lao Li, and that smile was caught by Lao Li.
Li was caught in the act. And the rage that surged out of his heart was like a spring rain, and it was extinguished without even a spark left. This was the first time that that **bone-gnawing smile was cast on someone.
It belongs to him, Lao Li, how could this not make him extremely excited?
"Amitabha, why should the donor be so excited? It is normal for a man to love a woman. Judging from the rosy look on the donor's brow, he must be interested in the female donor. But he cannot express it due to his own reasons. The beauty of adulthood is also my duty as a monk.
, If the benefactor is unable to speak, the poor monk can tell him on his behalf." The old monk did not see the charming smile of the proprietress of the rouge shop. He saw that Old Li was so angry that he couldn't help but murmured again.
His words left Lao Li very speechless, but he could not find any excuse. And when he was recalling the charming and charming smile of the landlady, he could not answer the old monk's words. When the old monk saw this,
, thinking that the other party acquiesced to his opinion, he turned around and walked towards the rouge shop.
Lao Li reacted immediately, but he did not stop the old monk's steps, because he stretched out his hand to grab, but missed. The old monk's figure seemed slow, but it was extremely fast. Even in a row.
With such skill, Lao Li didn't even touch a piece of the opponent's sleeve. He could only watch the old monk enter the shop in stunned silence, and his face suddenly felt red and burning again.
He wished he could find a crack in the ground and burrow down from it. What a nosy old monk, why would he take pleasure in himself? He had long forgotten all about his business, and only hoped that the old monk would
The monk was just joking, not serious. If that were the case, he would lose all face, and the happiness he felt standing aside and watching would instantly collapse.
He watched the old monk enter the rouge shop with hesitant steps. Fortunately, the shopkeeper's wife did not show any unhappy expression. The old monk and the shopkeeper whispered for a while, and the shopkeeper's pair of
The beautiful eyes looked at him from time to time, which made Lao Li feel nervous for a while, just like the mood he felt when he entered the bridal chamber. His heart beat faster, and there was a burning feeling all over his body, and there was only a feeling in his throat.
It was so dry that he wanted to drink all the water in the Bian River. And like a criminal waiting for judgment, he looked nervously into the Rouge Shop.
I don’t know what the old monk said to the proprietress, but I saw that the proprietress of the rouge shop didn’t even care about the customers. She kept nodding her head from time to time and looked at the nervous-looking Lao Li who was standing across the street from time to time.
.There was a street in between, and Lao Li didn't know what they talked about specifically. He could only see the expressions on both sides, which seemed to be quite harmonious, and nothing happened that he worried about.
However, when Lao Li's nervous heart began to relax, his tense nerves also relaxed a lot. Just when he took a long breath and relaxed as if relieved, his face suddenly changed
.Because he saw the face of the landlady who started to show a happy expression changed faster than the clouds in the sky of the imperial capital.
The landlady stared angrily, and waved to the old monk, while the old monk showed a sly smile, and said something from time to time, as if he was explaining something. The landlady showed an unhappy look,
He picked up a broom from a dirty corner of the shop and beat the old monk randomly for a while.
Such a sudden change made Lao Li's heart tremble, and his whole body couldn't help but tremble. And the customers in the shop even showed surprised eyes, looking at the old monk with a sly smile, as if that old monk
The monk seemed to have some evil intentions towards the charming landlady.
The old monk did not expect the proprietress to have such a move. After being hit by a few brooms, he hurriedly escaped from the rouge shop like a rat. The old monk's running figure was as fast as the wind, and he was gone in an instant.
When he arrived in front of Lao Li, he was startled.
However, the proprietress ignored her own image and threw the broom in her hand hard. The broom shot towards the old monk like a giant hidden weapon. Old Li's sight was blocked by the old monk's body.
He had not seen such a strong side of the landlady. Before he could return to his senses, he saw the old monk move his body. Before he could react, the broom that flew towards him like a giant hidden weapon hit him all at once.
Hitting Lao Li's forehead, the broom handle showed a strong force and cut a bloody mark on Lao Li's forehead. Although it was not serious, it still caused Lao Li a bloody disaster.
All this happened in just a breath. The pedestrians around him did not react at all, but the broom bypassed the pedestrians on the street and directly hit Lao Li on the forehead. No one was aware of such a strange thing.
The street was crowded with people, but no passerby noticed this.
Lao Li was stunned by the broom. He felt a stinging pain on his forehead. He reached out and wiped his forehead, and his hand was suddenly stained with a few bright red bloodstains. But the murder weapon fell at his feet.
There were still a few dazzling drops of blood on the broom handle.
"What bastard, you actually plotted against your Mr. Li?" After receiving this blow, Old Li suddenly became furious and couldn't help but curse. This made the pedestrians wonder for a while, and the doubtful looks in their eyes were revealed.
Everything was revealed, but the hurried pace under their feet couldn't help but speed up.
The man who was yelling was obviously not a kind person, especially the bright red blood stain on his forehead, which gave off a ferocious look. No pedestrian on the street dared to speak, and after a quick glance, they left in a hurry
.Only the old monk with the evil smile on his face was left, and the old Li who was messy in the wind was furious and angry.
"The poor monk told me that the donor had suffered a bloody disaster recently, but he just refused to listen. Amitabha, it is really a sin." Upon seeing this, the old monk couldn't help but whisper a Buddha's name to Lao Li, and said with a look of gloating. And Lao Li saw people walking on the street.
No one paid attention to him, and he really had no place to vent his anger. He couldn't care about the blood oozing from his forehead, and stared at the old monk with a fierce look in his eyes.
"What are you doing? This poor monk is not a murderer." Seeing the fierce look in Lao Li's eyes, the old monk immediately took a step back, showing a scared expression, and said hurriedly.
"Ouch, Mr. Li, it was the servant who accidentally made a mistake. Don't be surprised." Just when the anger in Old Li's voice was about to burst out, a charming voice that made people endlessly reverie appeared in his ears.
Bian. That charming voice was like a timely rain, extinguishing all the anger in Lao Li's heart.
The proprietress of the rouge shop did not know when she appeared in front of him, and there was a faint scent of tuxiang in his nose, which made Lao Li's heart flutter. This was the first time that he had met that person in the true sense.
The boss's wife was so close to him, and the anger of being hit immediately turned into soft water. Lao Li felt that he should behave more boldly.
"Ah, it doesn't matter." Lao Li saw that the proprietress of the rouge shop was so polite, and the old monk just told him his story, and the other party didn't dislike him. There should be something interesting about this matter. He felt happy in his heart, and there was a smile on his forehead.
The sting suddenly became much lighter, and the blood seemed to stop flowing.
"Um, donor, where is the nearest brothel from here?" The old monk saw the proprietress leaving the shop and came to where they were, and couldn't help but ask Lao Li. And Lao Li seemed to have already asked the old monk.
The unhappiness turned into all kinds of thanks. He subconsciously stretched out his hand and pointed a finger. When he was about to brag again, he found that the old monk was like a gust of wind, heading in the direction he pointed and quickly disappeared.
In the crowd.
"Oh, it's okay, Mr. Li is fine. He scared me to death." The landlady twisted her plump buttocks and got closer to Mr. Li. She stretched out her green fingers and brushed them on Mr. Li's forehead.
But where Lao Li's eyes fell was a bottomless ravine, as white as snow, like two towering snow peaks.
The weather is so cold, but the rouge shop proprietress is wearing such revealing clothes. Isn't she cold? A strange question arises in Lao Li's mind for the first time.