Resurrection of spirits: When I see spirits, my eyes glow

Before Mao Qing could speak, Daoist Honglian swung her cane directly on Mao Qing's thigh.

Red lotus nun's fighting power is 20000+.

Mao Qing was smashed at once, and part of his memory was lost.

Grinning his teeth, he asked, "What's my father's last name?"

After asking this sentence, the pain began to spread.

This hurt Mao Qing so much that he jumped to 'Cha Cha' on the spot.

There are only two words in Ye Qing's heart.

"Pretty!"

Let this dead old man pretend to be aggressive to himself, Honglian can't beat him to death, it is because he is old and handsome.

Taoist Honglian said even more coldly: "Don't say it's you, even your master Nantian Guizong, the old nun asked him to kneel, he couldn't hesitate, your master is mentally disturbed, and the old nun is still awake.
Today, the old nun will teach you a good lesson for your master! "

Over there, Mao Qing was still dancing Chacha, and Daoist Honglian swung down her crutch again.

Don't look at Honglian Daoist's age, she is swaying with her crutches.

In the blink of an eye, Mao Qing was swung more than 20 times.

Crackling, like firing a cannon.

Mao Qing couldn't take it anymore, immediately fell to his knees and cried, "Don't hit, don't hit, I'm afraid!"

Daoist Honglian ordered: "Say something nice to Fellow Daoist Ye Qing!"

Mao Qing wanted to hate Ye Qing to death in her heart, thinking why she didn't come to Daolei with a dry face, and beat this bad guy to death.

Gritting his teeth in his mouth, he said: "The poor Taoist said I'm sorry!"

Before the words fell, he was hit by a cane again.

Mao Qing covered his shoulders, and shouted in pain: "Did I stop talking? Why are you still hitting me?"

Daoist Honglian said coldly: "Without feelings, I can't see your sincerity. How sincere do you think Ye Qing is? You have to do the same to make this apprentice, the old nun, cry. , even today,

Otherwise, the old nun can make you doubt your life! "

Mao Qing has only one thought now.

Destroy it, it's too tiring and too difficult.

Telling a few little nuns to cry, is there anything so nonsense?

Those little Taoist nuns can't wait to hang him on the clothesline and beat him to death for his pants.

In this state, can they cry?
Are you crying?

Mao Qing then said: "Uncle Master, you are embarrassing the poor, and the poor can't do it at all, so if you want to fight, just fight!"

Seeing this, Ye Qing said with an innocent face: "Uncle, forget it, don't embarrass Taoist Mao Qing, as long as you want it, I also know that Uncle Honglian is doing it for me.

But Daoist Mao Qing felt that he was not wrong, and you can't do anything to him, so forget it! "

This is Ye Qing's aggressive method, talking about Taoist Honglian, it seems that even Mao Qing can't handle it.

Daoist Honglian is most afraid of hearing others say she can't do it, especially in front of her apprentice.

If Mao Qing can't be dealt with, will she be able to hold down these apprentices in the future?
Taoist Honglian thought for a while, and then said to Mao Qing: "Do you think it's unfair?"

Mao Qing said coldly: "It's not fair at all. The poor Daoist has been beaten every five hours since he came here, and it's not my fault. It's Ye Qing who is playing tricks on me!"

Then, Taoist Honglian said solemnly: "Okay, since you think it's unfair, let's make it fair. I'll ask you two questions. Whoever can't answer is at fault. How about it?"

What is this?
Ye Qing immediately agreed: "No problem!"

Not to be outdone, Mao Qing got up and said, "Okay, it's a deal, if I can't answer it, it's my fault!"

Since everyone agrees, Taoist Honglian doesn't bother.

"Ye Qing, you answer, do I think there are more male Taoist priests, or more female Taoist nuns?"

"There are so many female nuns!" Ye Qing didn't even hesitate, there was a Taoist nunnery, how could there be male Taoist priests?
Hong Lian then asked Mao Qing.

"Then tell me, how many female nuns are there in my Taoist temple?"

Mao Qing was stunned on the spot.

Who knows how many female nuns there are in her Taoist temple, and he didn't count them.

Isn't this deliberately playing him?
Mao Qing thought for a long time, shook his head and said, "I don't know!"

Hong Lian gave him a disgusted look, and said with contempt: "If I ask you another question, I will treat it as giving you Mao Qing a chance!"

Mao Qing immediately nodded, agreeing.

Taoist Honglian then asked Ye Qing.

"Fellow Daoist Ye Qing, what is the name of my Red Lotus Taoist temple?"

Ye Qing wanted to laugh when asked this question, Mao Qing wanted to die.

The answer has already been told to Ye Qing, what else is there to say?
And Ye Qing also said with a smile: "Red Lotus Taoist Temple!"

"The answer is correct, Mao Qing, the old nun asks you, how many rooms does my Red Lotus Taoist Temple have?"

Mao Qing's expression at this time was like the insoles that Taoist Honglian stepped on, they were all smoked together, and the five senses couldn't tell what was what.

Who can answer this question?
Is there any kind of old-fashioned idler who goes to the nunnery to count the houses?Something wrong?
Mao Qing could only say helplessly: "I don't know!"

Honglian chuckled and said, "What are you talking about now? Do you admit your mistake?"

Mao Qing said furiously: "I don't agree, you asked Ye Qing such a simple question, but you asked me so difficult, it's not fair, you can ask another question, don't ask how many Taoist nuns, how many houses are there, Ask something else!"

Honglian sneered.

"Okay, I'll convince you!"

After taking a sip of beer, Hong Lian asked Ye Qing, "Who is Master Mao Qing?"

Ye Qing replied without hesitation: "Nantian Guizhong, it goes without saying!"

"Very good, Mao Qing, you should know about your master, right?"

Mao Qing said proudly: "Needless to say, I even know exactly how many pairs of trousers my master has!"

He is still beautiful, who knows Nantian Guizong better than him?
It seems that Uncle Honglian still takes good care of him.

At the critical moment, it really is that one.

However, Hong Lian immediately asked: "Ask, how many times has your master watched me take a shower?"

Even Cuiwen leaned back and laughed.

Ye Qing pushed her vigorously, and reprimanded: "Be serious, you are asking questions here, you must be laughing!"

Lian Cuiwen smiled and said: "No, look at the old man's expression now, does he look like papa?"

Ye Qing turned his head to look at Mao Qing, sighed and said: "It really looks like it!"

At this moment, Mao Qing himself felt like his face was full of poop.

This papa is Daoist Honglian who hit him on the face.

What kind of problem is this?

It's impossible for his master to watch the old Taoist take a bath, and it's impossible to count the number of times.

Is it possible to write a diary and keep it every time after reading it?
Even if he remembered, it was impossible for his master to tell him?
There is a master who communicates with his apprentices, how can he peek at the old lady taking a bath?
He could see that Taoist Honglian was favoring Ye Qing.

Anyway, it was all his fault.

What else is there to say?
Mao Qing wiped away tears, then said loudly: "I'll call you Uncle Honglian again, I also know that you are deliberately favoring Ye Qing, I won't play with you anymore, I can't afford to offend the head office!"