Really incense scene

Chapter 215 Roasted Leek (22 more)
Chapter 215
Mingruo: "..."

Seeing that she didn't respond, the monk glanced at the cinnabar bracelet in his hand and continued: "This bracelet is a magic weapon consecrated by 81 eminent monks in our sect who recite scriptures on July 49. As long as you wear it, all suffering will be far away from you. And you will become the European Emperor that everyone envies, and you can easily get SS without krypton gold!"

The monk's hands were beautiful, as white as jade with distinct joints, and the bright red cinnabar bracelet he held was particularly conspicuous. He told Mingruo the origin of this bracelet.

The cinnabar in this cinnabar chain is not ordinary cinnabar, but the best cinnabar. Each cinnabar costs 1000 yuan. There are 108 cinnabars in this chain. 108 cinnabars imply the elimination of 108 kinds of troubles, the pursuit of physical and mental stability, and the desire for nothing. It can also eliminate catastrophe.

The monk talked wildly, and Ming Ruo, who was originally calm and calm, gradually became a little more curious.

Seeing this, the monk smiled gently and asked, "Benefactor, how is it? Do you want a bunch?"

Mingruo hesitated for a moment, and was about to speak when a white hand stopped her.

"Xiao Ruo, what are you doing here?" Lan Menghe looked warily at the monk in front of him while speaking.

Just halfway there, she realized that Mingruo was gone, but when she looked back, she saw a monk who didn't look like a monk beside Mingruo with a confused face. The monk was holding a cinnabar bracelet and was trying to sell it. , at first glance, there are no three liars.

Lan Menghe thumped in his heart, and went back to stop him.

"This benefactor, looking at your facial features, the poor monk thinks that your bones are clear and strange, and your heart has roots of wisdom and Buddhism. This is the treasure of our school. It was consecrated by 81 eminent monks of our school after 49 days of chanting scriptures... "

Seeing Lan Menghe's vigilant eyes, the monk whose robes were washed white did not hesitate. Instead, he did not know where to take out a Buddha pendant strung with a red string and introduced it to Lan Menghe endlessly.

"I'm not interested," Lan Menghe interrupted him indifferently, and asked him expressionlessly, "Where's your stall permit?"

"...Don't look at the ugly carving of this amulet. It was carved by Xia Ji, a genius of the Talisman Sect...Huh? What?" The monk did not expect Lan Menghe to say such a sentence, and the eloquent words suddenly stopped But Zhi, straightened his face, and said in a serious tone: "Benefactor, the poor monk did not set up a stall, but is here to find someone who is destined."

"Oh, then these two are given away for free?" Lan Menghe nodded when he heard this, picked up the cinnabar chain and amulet and planned to leave.

"Donor, please stay," the monk quickly stopped her, with a gentle and Buddha-like smile on his face, and said in an unhurried tone, "Since you are destined to the Buddha, it happens that our sect is in urgent need of a batch of Incense money, benefactor, look at it."

"Oh, how much do you want?" Lan Menghe asked.

"Not much, not much, just nine hundred and ninety-nine is all you need," the monk folded his hands together and said Amitabha, "The almsgiver is merciful, and he will surely attain enlightenment and become an immortal soon..."

"Crack!"

"...Benefactor, who is this?" The monk felt a chill in his right hand, and when he looked down at the cold object cuffed to his wrist, his face showed a hint of astonishment.

"Guangcheng Special Administration Bureau, Captain of the Ninth Team," Lan Menghe handcuffed the liar with one hand, shook the ugly amulet with the other, and said lazily, "I think I'm destined to be with you. I will give you a pair of black iron handcuffs, no money required."

At the end, Lan Menghe blinked playfully.

Monk: ...

"Amitabha, donor, you have misunderstood. The poor monk is not a liar," the monk said calmly with the five fingers of his left hand combined.

"During the spring feast, you are not allowed to sell any items without a license. Those who want to sell have to register at Lingzhi Garden to get a license, so where is your stall license?" Lan Menghe asked.

Monk: ...

Lan Menghe sneered: "Master, please come with me..."

"Menghe, where are you, come back quickly, the bait has moved," before Lanmenghe could finish speaking, Lanmenghe received a thousand-mile voice transmission from Danian.

She frowned slightly, then turned to Ming Ruo and said, "Xiao Ruo, take this person back to register, I have something to leave."

Mingruo nodded: "Okay."

Although Lanmenghe was not at ease, but the matter over there was more serious. After thinking about it, he handcuffed Ming Ruo and the monk's hands together, and said to the monk, "Don't try to run away, Xiao Ruo, when you get there, let Yuyu Just untie it for you."

After urging Ming Ruo again, Lan Menghe turned around and left in a hurry.

Mingruo watched her leave, his left hand was shaken by someone, he turned his head and smiled broadly at the monk Fo Guang: "Benefactor, are you from the Special Administration Bureau?"

"Well," Ming Ruo nodded and walked with him to the temporary office in Guangcheng.

"Little benefactor, you don't look very old," the monk approached her and said, "How old are you this year?"

"Guess," Ming Ruo replied two words.

Monk: "Fifteen!"

Mingruo stagnated slightly, she turned her head and took a deep look at the monk and said, "I guessed wrong."

The original owner was 16 years old, Gasell was hundreds of years old.

"Wrong?" The monk frowned slightly, and he took out a tube of bamboo sticks out of nowhere and said, "Little benefactor, then you take one, and the poor monk will divination for you."

Mingruo is vigilant: "Want money?"

She already knew he was a liar.

Monk: ...

"No, it's free."

"Then you want to donate sesame oil money?" Ming Ruo asked again.

Monk: "...No, this time it's really free!"

Mingruo looked down at the bamboo tube handed over, thought for a while but didn't reach out to take it: "No smoking."

"Why, the poor monk is quite familiar with the art of divination..." The monk planned to continue explaining to Mingruo.

Mingruo said expressionlessly: "No, believe in science and reject superstition. You are committing superstitious behavior and breaking the law."

Monk: God fucking believes in science, but rejects superstition.

The monk, who is usually calm like water, finally has some mood swings.

He opened his mouth and was about to say something.

"Xiao Ruo!!!" A cheerful voice sounded.

The monk looked up and saw a man and a woman approaching, he squinted his eyes, dragon?

Quan Ke didn't expect to meet Ming Ruo on the island, she said, "Didn't you just say no?"

"Xia Ji asked me to come and take a look," Ming Ruo replied, his eyes fell on Ao Lie behind her, who smiled at her:
"Hello, I'm Ao Lie." Mingruo met Ao Lie up close for the first time and thought he was good-looking and had a good aura about him.

This is the intelligent creature with the strongest belief value in the legendary China.

It seems that Xiqiang has not been solved yet.

Mingruo thought silently.

"You two benefactors, it is destiny to meet today. It is God's will that we meet. This is the treasure of our sect - the jade that wards off evil spirits. I will give it to you today if you are destined!" Cracking his right hand didn't affect his performance, and he said with bright eyes: "This evil spirit jade Ruyi was consecrated by 81 eminent monks of our sect after 49 [-] days of chanting scriptures..."

Quan Ke and Ao Lie were taken aback by the monk's words, and looked at him in a daze.

Mingruo finally understood that this person said almost exactly the same words to everyone he saw.

(End of this chapter)