It seemed that the monk had never encountered such a disrespectful person.

For a moment, his brain seemed to be a little stagnant, and the faces of the pedestrians wearing Western style clothes showed an incredible expression, as if they couldn't believe that there were people in this place who dared to directly disobey the Buddhist master.

The monk's face turned red and he said: "You, you!!!"

The monk angrily scolded these people from the Western Regions, as if they were beating them with a whip, and said, "Do you know the price you have to pay for worshiping in front of the Buddha? How much suffering and sin you have suffered!"

The young man actually had enough time to chat and said, "Buddha?"

"Everyone in the world is suffering now."

"I'm poor too."

"Buddha, please use this money to save me."

"Save me from poverty and misery."

Monk Fan said: "My Buddha saves all living beings..."

The young man smiled calmly and said: "I am the common people."

Batur was shocked. In these four words, there was somehow an indescribable courage and courage that ordinary people could not say. He raised his head and looked at the young man with a big beard on his mouth.

Lang.

Are all the young traveling businessmen in the Central Plains so magnanimous?

No, is he really a traveling businessman?!

Batur began to have some doubts.

It was the first time that the monk saw such a shameless person, and he just said:

"absurd!"

"You are not a living being!"

Li Guan said: "You are not a Buddha either."

The monk became impatient: "My Buddha saves all sentient beings. This is a contribution to the Buddha, and it will turn into merit in the next life. You don't understand this?"

Li Guanyi suddenly said: "Money is merit, then I understand."

"My Buddha saves the common people, but my Buddha does not save the poor?"

Wang Tong, Li Guanyi's master, argued against hundreds of schools of thought by himself. His disciple said this in a few words until the monk's face turned red and he wanted to take the money out of this boy's hand, but his hands were very strong.

I tried my best to steal lamp oil from the Buddha, but I couldn't break it off.

Who took money from the Buddha's door? From ancient times to the present, only Buddhas take money from the hands of the common people. How can it be the other way around? He firmly held Li Guanyi's hand and shouted:

"Aren't you afraid of retribution in the next life?!!"

Li Guan knocked with his backhand.

With an understatement of his fingers, the formation he learned from the cheap big brother has been completed, leaving a mark on Fan Seng's wrist. Yao Guang quietly followed Li Guanyi's words and left a mark on Fan Seng's body.

Magical magic.

At the same time, Li Guanyi also used the medicinal powder left by Hou Zhongyu's formula to sprinkle it on the monk. This was a method prepared by Hou Zhongyu for the security of Qilin Palace. Even his master was amazed by such ingenuity.

This formula is colorless and odorless, but if you rub the tip of your nose with another medicine, you can smell a very strong fragrance.

Li Guanyi planned to search for traces of the Demon Sect, but he never expected that he would be sent to his door like this.

How can you let it go?

At present, we have taken out triple insurance in the three categories of formation, thaumaturgy, and medical skills. Please give me the word "stable".

At the same time, he drew energy and asked with a smile: "Why doesn't Buddha come to me in this life!?"

The monk was questioned.

Qin Wuhou said: "Ask me if I am afraid of Buddha in the next life."

"I don't see the Buddha, and the Buddha doesn't see me."

"Is it possible that the Buddha you talk about is also afraid of me?"

Monk Fan's face turned red and his eyes almost burst out of fire as he stared at Li Guanyi. He wanted to refute, but the Buddhist scriptures and demonic methods he had compiled could not refute this sharp-tongued guy, so he had to say: "You

, do you dare to leave your name?!"

Li Guanyi straightened his chest and raised his head: "I won't change my name if I'm walking, but I won't change my surname if I sit down."

"My dear, that's Tiangeer!"

After saying these words, Batur, who had just been thinking about whether this would be the new hero of the Central Plains, was stagnant in his thoughts: "..." His anger was instantly deflated.

Tiangeer is a story and legend passed down orally, which already has the flavor of myth.

The two monks were speechless. Their fierce momentum suddenly stopped, and then they said even more angrily: "Tian Geer? Who are you? How dare you use the name in the story to fool us!"

The silver-haired girl over there was squatting on the ground and picking up money seriously.

Monk Fan was furious and tried his best to throw away Li Guanyi's hand, but he couldn't. Then he said loudly: "This man has committed the serious crime of slandering the Buddha. He will go to hell in the future. His tongue will be pulled out and he will suffer the pain of tongue pulling hell!"

"

"I won't let you say anything. This monk is so overbearing."

Li Guan smiled, leaving his mark, and gave Batur a wink.

Batur was very shrewd. He also pulled out a knife and pointed it at Li Guanyi and others. He broke the relationship and shouted: "Where are you from? How dare you rob Buddha's treasure?"

The monk shouted: "I want to contribute it to the Buddhas!"

Li Guanyi laughed loudly and picked up the monk with one hand. Like lifting a fallen leaf, the Xue family's broken jade fist shook and shook the monk's wrist away. Then he swung it up and hit the other monk like a stone.

On a monk.

A crowd of people had already rushed out of the surrounding area.

Someone shouted in the Central Plains dialect: "Run quickly, run to the city gate. There are more than a thousand monks worshiped in this city. They don't have to work. They eat three pure meats every day and practice Hinayana Buddhism. Their status here is

Very high.”

"It's different from the Buddhist disciples in the Central Plains."

"The Buddha over here is the real Buddha!"

As soon as Li Guan saw Zhang Ziwen, a real traveling businessman from the Central Plains, he was already riding a camel and running outside while shouting. Li Guan smiled and grabbed a clothes drying stick that was smashed down next to him with his left hand. With a shake of his hand, a

The guard with the turban was thrown away.

The left arm relaxed its arms and picked up the silver-haired girl who was picking up the money over there.

Directly wrap around the girl's waist.

The silver-haired girl was picked up and hugged.

His limbs were hanging down and swaying, but he still held on to his small package.

Expressionless.

Li Guan took a big step forward, using a wooden stick in his hand to either draw or point it. It did not hurt the lives of these ordinary guards. It only hit their wrists and knocked off their weapons.

On a not very wide road, weapons fell down. Li Guanyi snatched the monk's merit box, and then let the girl throw up the package containing money, and turned around to shake her hands.

The package was opened in the air.

The monk walked along the road and dropped all the money he had collected.

Some people had gone to pick it up, but the monk was shocked and angry: "This is not your money, this is the Buddha's money. Aren't you afraid of the Buddha's wrath?!" He wanted to chase Li Guanyi, but was stopped by these money pickers.

Another clay pot fell from the sky and put his head directly into it.

The monk's head was shaved, and he wiped it with butter on weekdays. After a sudden enlightenment, it became bright and smooth. With a bang, the bald head was directly put into the pottery pot. The monk felt his eyes go dark and screamed strangely.

"Shoot, shoot!"

"Shoot to death all these Central Plains people who slander Buddha!"

"shoot!"

Li Guan raised his head and saw on the buildings on both sides, a woman in a green robe with a slender body and a windproof hood and scarf performing Qing Kung Fu, carrying a large package behind her, saying: "You, you, you, you are doing it again

What!?"

"Why did we cause such a big trouble after not seeing each other for a while!?"

Li Guanyi said: "Buddha wants to steal my money."

Nangong Wumeng was surprised: "Who is so brave?!"

"Apart from Yan Daiqing, who else dares to make money from you, and you still have to give it?!"

The monk shouted angrily: "It's for Buddha, it's for Buddha!"

Li Guanyi grinned.

Although his comrade-in-arms seemed to have a good opinion of him, a complicated feeling made Li Guanyi really unhappy. "Junhou, I am Junhou!"

The young man shook his head and said seriously: "These are all trivial matters, they don't matter."
To be continued...