Without waiting for Zhou Yi to reply, she muttered something and formed a complicated hand seal.
The air rippled.
A huge, one-legged, bull-headed monster with a frightened face appeared out of thin air and landed next to the ghost woman.
"Although I haven't gathered all the hidden wealth yet! But I don't want to perish! County Lord, have mercy on me! Have mercy on me!"
Wu Zhangxu's body trembled, he cried bitterly, and kept kowtowing to the ghost woman to beg for mercy.
The ghost woman looked embarrassed and quickly glanced sideways at the monk on the bridge.
"You... quickly explain to the eminent monk that this county master is not an evil spirit... I will bypass you this time! Hurry!"
Only then did Wu Zhangxuhua realize that there was a young monk standing on the bridge trying to disguise himself as an ordinary passerby.
However, how can a true holy monk be able to disguise himself by covering his bald head?
It looked at the holy monk and then at the eager female county princess, wondering what it was thinking.
"Hurry up, Xiaotou! Aren't you very good at talking on weekdays?" the female county chief urged anxiously.
"...Little monsters meet the eminent monk."
Wuzhangxuhua was silent for a moment, and across the blue water bank, he bowed to Zhou Yi from afar and said:
"What Mrs. Chu said is true. Like us, she has always acted according to the laws of the underworld. Even if the order to kill monks has been issued, the lives of Buddhist monks have not been killed without reason."
The sword pill rising in Zhou Yi's body stagnated slightly.
"Is there an order to kill monks...heh."
He chuckled, then turned around as if nothing had happened.
The sword rhyme hanging above his head disappeared.
Mrs. Chu breathed a long sigh of relief, her face full of luck and fear.
She glanced at Zhou Yi gratefully, bowed deeply, then picked up the wax baby and tried to escape.
Zhou Yi muttered: "Wait a minute."
Mrs. Chu's body was pinned, her expression was stiff, her head was as big as a bucket, and she did not dare to move at all.
Under the bridge there was a bustle of people and music and music.
The young monk on the bridge stood quietly, his eyebrows indifferent, as if he was just admiring the grand scene of the Chinese Valentine's Day.
Mrs. Chu suddenly realized it and bent down to worship again.
"I understand, Holy Monk, don't worry, I won't expose the Holy Monk's identity to prevent those little monsters from disturbing the Holy Monk's game in the world."
Seeing that the young eminent monk didn't speak any more, Mrs. Chu didn't dare to support her, so she bent over and stepped back cautiously.
When she was outside the river bank, she bowed once more and then hurried away into the distance.
Run away without looking back!
Wuzhangxuhua scratched his head and hesitated to speak. Seeing that the holy monk had no intention of paying attention to him, he hid silently in the depths of the night.
On the stone bridge, Zhou Yi withdrew his gaze at Xiangzhu's urging.
There was a faint haze covering his eyes.
Naturally, he would not let the ghost woman go just because of Wuzhang Xihua's words.
What does acting according to the laws of the underworld have to do with me?
I don't understand what you were talking about just now.
But after all, he only had one sword energy to use, and even if he could really kill the ghost woman, there would still be a person beside him who said incomprehensible words.
Obviously killed your subordinates.
Destroy your human skin Yepu in Xu Mansion.
Why do you still act like you know the little monk very well?
Zhou Yi thought about it and moved his eyes downward.
Xiangzhu looked forward seriously, but her white and tender little hand restlessly and frantically tested the back of her hand.
"Fragrance beads." Zhou Yi whispered.
Xiangzhu raised her head and looked at Zhou Yi, her eyes as sharp as water, affectionate and ready to move: "Sir..."
Under the lights in front of the bridge, Zhou Yi looked at the delicate maid and said softly: "I finally understand why so many monks chose to return to secular life."
There was a hint of surprise in Xiangzhu's eyes, and her heart beat faster.
The monk's words, his eyes, and his smile, could it be that he was finally moved by me, the little lady?
Falling in love with someone...abandoning you...the purpose of this sect is that only by forgetting love can one attain enlightenment!
Suddenly, an inexplicable sadness swept through his chest, and complex emotions of reluctance, loss, and pain lingered in Xiangzhu's heart.
At this moment, she thought a lot... She even thought about the little monk's nickname.
She was thinking endlessly.
Zhou Yi had quietly rolled the back of his hand into his sleeve, barely avoiding her Lushan claws, and said softly:
"Sure enough, when Buddhism collapsed and all the monks returned to secular life, not a single maid was innocent."
"ah?"
Xiangzhu was stunned for a long time, then came back to his senses and gritted his teeth.
"The decline of your Buddhist sect has nothing to do with me!"
"Aren't you a maid?"
"I...of course. But..."
"That's okay."
"Hey, smelly monk, please explain it clearly to me!"
The young monk smiled and walked off the bridge.
The heavy maid chased after him angrily.
The two of them walked one behind the other, attracting many passers-by and vendors to look at them sideways.
On the bluestone bridge, the woman who had always turned her back to the two of them and picked magnolias in front of the stall straightened up.
He turned around and looked at the handsome monk wearing a turban under the bridge, his eyes as calm as water.
Behind her, stood a servant in green clothes, with his arms lowered and raised, which seemed to be different lengths.
"Does this young monk know the inside story of the decline of Buddhism more than 20 years ago?"
The woman was thoughtful and murmured in a low voice.
The green-clothed servant's eyes were ridiculous: "Your Highness, the decline of Buddhism was not due to the thirty-six demon kings and the seventy-two fangyin masters besieging Chang'an Zenyin Temple. Why is it related to the maid?"
The woman said lightly: "Before that, there were actually clues. I heard from my father that there was once a monster who was ruined by an eminent monk for three generations of marriage. In a rage, he blew a straw and transformed into thousands of maids, imitating the secret of stealing fragrance.
The foxy charm seduced the monks all over the world and ruined the reputation of Lan Ruoqing. The collapse of Buddhism began from this moment on."
The green-clothed servant looked shocked: "Such a great demon, I'm afraid it's already at the level of the Great Wilderness Jiedushi, right?"
"More than that." The woman's tone was ambiguous: "The order to kill monks that swept the entire Central Plains and the Tang Dynasty also had its share of 'credit'."
"Enough talking, he has entered the restaurant. Grab your sword and follow me to repay your kindness and settle this relationship."
While speaking, the woman glanced at the weeping willows on the river bank.
The waste is still there, but the ghost woman at the county level on the other side has already escaped.
'Did she see my true form when she looked here just now? She has good eyesight. But my father's family and the ghost woman's lineage have never had any enmity, so why is she running away?'
She was slightly puzzled and walked towards the restaurant with Qing Yi and sword in hand.
…
"Invite the two distinguished guests inside."
When the waiter, who was carrying a towel on his shoulders, saw Zhou Yi, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he couldn't help but lead him to a seat by the window on the second floor.
Although this husband is unfamiliar, he is so handsome and has an extraordinary temperament.
There is also a little maid with a magnificent breast, and you can tell from your butt that this is a big customer!
The enthusiastic waiter reported the names of seven or eight seasonal dishes at once.
Suddenly, Zhou Yi thought of an extremely terrifying thing, trembled with horror, and looked up at the maid opposite.
Xiangzhu was also shocked and his eyes widened.
"Sir...could it be that you don't have any money with you?"
"You didn't bring it either?"
The two of them raised their heads at the same time and looked at the waiter with innocent faces.
The waiter was stunned for a moment, with a smile on his face: "You two, stop joking."
Xiangzhu held out her chest and crossed her hands, apologizing: "My husband is usually very pampered and has never touched any money. I left in a hurry today."
The waiter swallowed secretly, the smile on his face not diminishing: "It doesn't matter, you two order the food first, and you can send someone back to your house to pick it up later. How about I ask the owner to see if I can get it on credit first?"
The man in front of me is extremely handsome and has an unparalleled temperament. At first glance, he is either rich or noble.
The shopkeeper once said that if you meet such a customer, you should keep credit.
As soon as he finished speaking, a burst of hearty laughter came from behind the curtain of the private room opposite.
"I pretended to be an eminent monk in Duke Xu's mansion, cheating on food and drinks, but when I went out I thought of eating and drinking for free. Duke Xu was wise all his life, but he made a mistake this time."
The door curtain was lifted, and a middle-aged man with a height of eight feet and a fluttering beard walked out with a square step.
Xiangzhu's face changed slightly.
Zhou Yi touched his bald head feebly.
He's coming, he's coming...
Lu Shenqi came with his big beard and hypochondria.