The man in brown clothes was quite surprised when he saw Xiao Lei. He was startled before he nodded and said, "It's you."

Xiao Lei secretly scolded this guy for saying more than two words and he would die, but he said in a high-sounding voice: "That's right, young master, please let go of this damn bald donkey quickly, or if you really commit the crime of killing, even the Buddha will not spare you."

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The man in brown clothes shook his head and said disapprovingly: "I am not a monk, so I don't need to take the ordination."

When Xiao Lei suddenly woke up, he remembered that the man in brown clothes had indeed ordered wine and meat during the meal. He was embarrassed and said arrogantly: "Even if you don't have to keep the precepts, you should still care about the friendship of the same family. How can you be so heartless?"

The man in brown clothes paused slightly, frowned and said thoughtfully: "Do you know Ling Huan?"

Only then did Xiao Lei know the name of the monk in yellow, but he raised his face and said: "Who knows this shameless and obscene bald donkey? If you dare to slander anyone again, don't blame me for being rude."

The man in brown clothes couldn't help but shake his head and said, "Then why did you plead for him?"

Xiaolei said even more angrily: "Who is interceding for him? I am trying to reason with you. Although this bald donkey is hateful, he has not committed a capital crime. How can you kill him casually?"

The man in brown clothes stared at Ling Huan, the monk in yellow clothes, and snorted coldly: "He killed someone by throwing him."

Xiaolei raised his eyebrows and said, "Who fell to death? The singing girl?"

Seeing the man in brown clothes nodding, he simply puffed up his chest and said triumphantly: "Who said that the singing girl fell to death? I just made a wonderful rejuvenation and saved her life. If you don't believe it, go down and see for yourself."

The man in brown clothes looked at him and blurted out: "You?"

Xiao Lei coughed dryly and said, "That's right, me."

The man in brown looked at Xiao Lei up and down, obviously still a little unconvinced. Xiao Lei became even more angry and said seriously: "You didn't save the singer when you saw her fall. You only focused on chasing down your fellow disciples. You are so clueless."

Compassion is really inconsistent, and it is a waste of practice in Buddhism."

Although the man in brown clothes was reprimanded, he did not feel dissatisfied. Instead, he said with a gentle expression: "You are right, it is my fault."

Xiaolei was secretly proud of himself and said seriously: "Well, there is nothing better than making things better, so you can let me go now, right?"

The man in brown hesitated for a moment, then said calmly: "In your opinion, how should I deal with it?"

Xiao Lei was so surprised that he was a little flattered. He was startled and then coughed and said: "Of course you are responsible for dealing with your own fellow disciples. Why do you ask me?"

The man in brown clothes hummed, and then saw that Ling Huan's face was as red as pig's liver from holding back, and even his tongue was hanging out. After all, he felt a little sorry in his heart, so he slightly loosened the tight beads.

Although Ling Huan narrowly escaped death, he ended up wheezing, coughing, and crying. He looked really miserable.

The man in brown clothes sighed, still holding the Buddhist beads on Ling Huan's neck, silently thinking about how to deal with it.

Xiaolei saw it funny and couldn't help but joked: "I think you are not a monk at all. You are probably a court catcher who sneaked into Qingliang Temple in Mount Wutai. Please tell me honestly what your intentions are~"

The man in brown clothes did not get angry, but asked tentatively: "Send it to the government?"

Xiaolei laughed even more and said: "You are said to be fat and out of breath. It is best for us martial arts people to have less contact with the government. Can't you take him back and hand him over to your master?"

The man in brown clothes shook his head and said, "I have something to do, so I can't do anything else."

Xiao Lei choked immediately, and after thinking about it, he had no other options. Seeing this, the man in brown clothes said helplessly: "Just hand it over to the government. Are you convinced, Linghuan?"

Linghuan didn't have any ferocious aura at this moment, and he was panting all the time. Hearing this, he glared at the man in brown clothes, and said with a forced expression: "I will obey your mother's ghost, ah!"

After he said that, he spit out a mouthful of bloody phlegm. The man in brown clothes didn't expect Linghuan to do this. The distance between the two was extremely close at the moment. It was too late to dodge, so he had to raise the back of his hand to block it.

Then there was only a soft popping sound, and the mouthful of bloody phlegm hit the back of the man in brown clothes. Xiao Lei was feeling very sympathetic and extremely disgusted when he suddenly heard the man in brown clothes say in frightened and angry voice: "You! Why?"

Object?"

Xiaolei was stunned when he heard this, wondering whether this guy was mentally ill and didn't even recognize bloody phlegm?

At this moment, Linghuan suddenly heard a tiger roar, and shot out both palms forward, hitting the man in brown clothes right in the chest. The man in brown clothes groaned miserably, and stepped back seven or eight steps before he could barely hold on, but his face was expressionless.

Already as pale as paper.

Xiao Lei was shocked, and then he saw clearly that the back of the man in brown clothes was completely black, and the black air was still spreading upwards along the wrist.

Suddenly an idea flashed in his mind, and Xiao Lei exclaimed: "This is Xuanmo Cockscomb?!"

Linghuan took a breath and sneered: "You little brat has some sense. If you are sensible, get out of here. Buddha doesn't kill young people."

Xiao Leiyu was shocked and incomprehensible, his eyes widened and he said: "No! Where did your Xuan Mo Cockscomb come from? We are the only ones who raise it!"

Linghuan said impatiently: "It's none of your business, little bastard. If you dare to say anything again, be careful that the Buddha will reward you with a poisonous nail."

Xiaolei saw that Linghuan's face was fierce, and he felt courageous. He calmed down and yelled loudly: "You damn bald donkey! If you are sensible, bring the antidote. If you dare to bluff again, I will beat you until your ass is bruised!"

Linghuan was stunned. He had bought the poisonous nail at a high price. It was just a single one without a semicolon. It had always been used as a life-saving talisman when the situation was desperate, but for some reason it was seen through by Xiao Lei.

Linghuan's anger arose in his heart, and his hatred grew in his courage, so he shouted sternly: "You are such a ignorant little bastard, the Buddha will send you to the West right now!"

After saying this, he leaned over and picked up the sword, and approached with a ferocious smile. Xiao Lei was not willing to show weakness, so he took a stance and went forward to fight.

At this time, the man in brown clothes suddenly stepped forward, pushed Xiao Lei behind him, and then said loudly: "Ling Huan! If you dare to fight me, don't hurt innocent people!"

Linghuan glanced at the man in brown clothes and said disapprovingly: "Xuanmo Cockscomb is highly poisonous. You will turn into pus and blood in a matter of seconds. Why should the Buddha waste his time on you? Hey... you have to overestimate your capabilities.

, if you really dare to attack Buddha, the poison will spread all over your body immediately, and you will only die faster."

Xiaolei knew that what Linghuan said was true, so he quickly pulled the man in brown and said, "Don't be anxious, especially don't use your internal strength. I'll help you get the antidote."

The face of the man in brown clothes was as hard as iron, but he said stubbornly: "No!"

Xiao Lei saw that although the man in brown clothes was in danger, he still cared about him, and he was deeply moved. He gritted his teeth and prepared to get around him and come forward to challenge him.

At this time, I suddenly heard a clear and pleasant voice: "Hello friends, may I ask how to get to Baxianding? Can you tell the little girl?"

The three of them were all startled. When they followed the sound and left, they each opened their eyes. However, not far away, they saw a graceful and graceful figure approaching. The fiery red dress flashed a scorching glory in the sunlight.
Chapter completed!