Quick Wear: Under the Skirt, All Beings Are Equal

She followed the man to a forest. The thin young man turned around and said viciously, "You stupid monk, I advise you not to meddle in other people's business."

"You have grievances to avenge, revenge to take. Those women were all innocent people, in their prime, but they died in your hands."

A trace of pity seemed to appear on Changqing's calm face.

She could see that the ghost bride in the young man's body had died a violent death, but she was already responsible for many lives.

The moon-white monk's robe made her look as ethereal as a banished celestial being hanging down from the sky. Her pale face was as cold as the snow on thousands of mountains. Only the trace of compassion between her brows enveloped the murderous intent of the three realms.

"They didn't hurt you."

The thin young man had a ferocious face and roared, "What do you know? They are innocent, and so am I. If you want to blame someone, blame them for having bad luck just like me. The Li family wants to help Qianlang find a wife, so I will kill them if I see one."

Chang Qing half-closed his eyes with no emotion, whispered "Amitabha", and chanted Buddhist mantras to restrain the thin young man.

At this time, a man slowly walked out from behind the forest, his eyes fell on Chang Qing, then looked at the ghost bride, and said coldly: "You took my things."

"Trying to kill me, dream."

The ghost bride sneered and fought desperately, but was eventually beaten by Chang Qing and the man.

But considering that the owner of this body was still alive, Chang Qing did not kill her and could only watch the ghost bride escape.

Chang Qing did not chase after him, but stood there with a thoughtful look on his face.

She saw clearly that the method the ghost bride had just used was clearly that of the Taoists, but it was different, as if it had been modified by someone and taught again to the ghost bride.

A painful cry brought her back to her senses.

"Ouch, why does it hurt so much, why am I here?"

The young man possessed by the ghost bride woke up, rubbing his arms and thighs with a grimace.

He looked at the spotless white-robed monk and the black-robed young man with a confused look on his face.

"who are you?"

"If you don't want to die, avoid places with heavy yin energy in the future, and don't overindulge yourself. If your yang energy is weak, it's easy to attract evil spirits."

Chang Qing said this lightly, then turned and left. The young man in black raised his eyebrows slightly and followed him.

"You bald ass are really interesting. I thought you would first say Amitabha, and then say, the sea of ​​suffering is boundless, turn back before you can return to the shore. Monk, do you also know what excessive indulgence is?"

"But little monk, you seem to be quite popular."

The young man looked at the female demon hiding not far away with a hint of meaning, and laughed, "The girl is obsessed with you. Don't you Buddhists say you want to save all living beings? Why don't you save the girl? You can't be incapable of that."

He made it clear that he wanted to anger the monk.

The person in front suddenly stopped and turned to look at him: "Has anyone ever told you that you talk too much? And it's easy to get beaten up like this."

As he said that, Chang Qing gave him a big slap on the head.

"Amitabha, I see a mosquito on your head."

The young man was stunned for a moment and had not yet recovered from the slap. His first reaction after coming to his senses was to seek revenge on Chang Qing.

"You bald ass, how dare you hit me?"

The young man's eyes darkened and he wanted to kill the man.

That's it? Or a Zen Buddhist?

It turns out that bald people are the most annoying, especially this Buddhist.

Chang Qing didn’t know the boy, but the boy naturally knew Chang Qing. After all, he was a world-famous Buddhist, the direct disciple of the Zen Sect’s leader, and the mortal enemy of their Demon Sect.

How could he be a match for Chang Qing? The Buddhist beads in Chang Qing's hand flew out, grew in the wind, and turned into a huge magic circle, emitting dazzling Buddhist light that enveloped the young man.

Yu Zexun suddenly felt discouraged. The Zen Buddhism's skills had some ability to restrain the Demon Sect. He had previously fought with the Saint of Linglong Mountain, which consumed a lot of his energy. After sensing the aura of his own things, he found it on the ghost bride's head.

Even though he is at his peak now, he cannot beat the man who is said to be the best among his peers.

"Bald donkey, just wait for me."

Chang Qing slapped him to the ground and sneered in his heart.

What happened to the bald head?

A bald head is the most challenging to one's appearance. There is no other bald person in the world who is as beautiful and handsome as her.

He took out a knife from his hand and shaved Yu Zexun's hair in a few strokes, then nodded with satisfaction.

Sure enough, I am the most handsome monk.

"You are now a bald donkey. If I hear you curse again, I will throw you to the people of the Hehuan Sect."

Yu Zexun was almost crying with anger. This guy was a famous Buddhist? How could he be more evil than him, the young master of the Demon Sect? Was the Hehuan Sect a place for human beings?

The entire sect is made up of women. I heard that even the grasshoppers in the ground are female. Any man who is caught and brought up to the mountain will have his energy drained out and live like a puppet.

Especially when he saw the hair all over the floor, Yu Zexun was stunned, with a look of despair on his face. He really became bald.

His handsome face.

He actually turned out to be the same type as his archenemy, which made him feel more uncomfortable than killing him.

"Oh, I'm going to kill you."

Ren Yu Zexun went crazy, Chang Qing walked slowly down the mountain. Seeing that night had fallen, she knocked on a door.

"I have traveled all over the world and passed by this place. Seeing that it is getting late, I would like to ask for a place to stay."

Demons were rampant in the world, and the people had no power to protect themselves, so they placed their hopes on practitioners and gods and Buddhas. When the owner of this house saw a monk coming to stay overnight, he was naturally very happy and welcomed him in quickly.

Yu Zexun paused for a moment, thinking that he couldn't appear in front of his acquaintances with a bald head, and he also had to get his things back, so he simply followed Chang Qing.

He was prepared to wait until Chang Qing and the others were both injured in the fight, and then he would profit from it, and at the same time, he would also look for the flaws of Chang Qing, his arch-enemy.

Yu Zexun is not weak. On the contrary, his strength is among the best among his peers. However, he has always been cautious and has been hiding his identity and has not revealed the magic sect's skills.

"Masters, my house is small, I hope you don't mind. I'll go prepare some food."

"Thank you for your help, benefactor."

Chang Qing sat on the bed, closed his eyes and practiced silently.

Suddenly, a woman's crying sounded from the next room. Chang Qing opened his eyes and asked when the host brought food, "I don't know what happened. Why are you crying so sadly?"

The man of the house forced a smile and said, "My daughter is getting married tomorrow night. Her mother is accompanying her and she can't bear to leave her."

Chang Qing nodded and said nothing more.

Yu Zexun, who was standing next to him, said, "Shouldn't we choose an auspicious day for marriage? I've never heard of a wedding being held at night. It's really strange."