The female devil head went down the mountain to grab the little fresh meat again Chapter 18: The Dragons That Buddhists Don't Dare to Kill and My Demons Come to Kill
Chapter 18: The Dragons That Buddhists Don't Dare to Kill and My Demons Come to Kill
A few people at the next table listened in confusion before they finally came to their senses.
"Hey, it really doesn't hurt to stand and talk. I'm here to talk when I have time, but I don't have the ability to fight the evil dragon!"
"That's right, one of them is a Taoist cultivator and the other a Buddhist cultivator. They are so shameless in slandering their own family. Could it be that they are just trolls, haha!"
"But... I think what they said makes sense."
"Hey, just because they look good, do you just turn their elbows out?"
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At this time, Utanhua's white index finger tapped lightly on the table, and the nails made a crisp sound when they touched the table. The heart of the person at the next table skipped a beat for no apparent reason.
Mu Fusheng also felt nervous: "Senior, isn't he going crazy after drinking too much..."
In just an instant, the wine glass on the next table rose into the air. Before they could react, the wine glass shook in front of their heads, then suddenly tilted 45 degrees, and the wine poured directly into their faces.
Several people were so frightened that they did not dare to speak out. This Taoist nun was too scary. This was just a wine glass. If it had been a knife, it would have been hit in the face right now.
Mu Fusheng breathed a sigh of relief: It seems that the senior is still measured.
Youtanhua admired the embarrassment of several people, drank another cup, and said in a drunken voice: "Little monk, do you think I should mind this business?"
Mu Fusheng said calmly: "Amitabha, senior is a free and unrestrained person. You can just follow your heart in everything. How the young monk feels cannot affect senior's decision, right?"
Indeed, she, You Tanhua, is never controlled by others in her work. Even if the sky falls, it still depends on her mood and whether she is willing to hold on.
Thinking of this, Udanhua arrogantly dropped one foot on the stool, slapped the table with one hand and stood up: "Well said, now, I will take care of this noisy matter, and I, the devil, will not take care of the things that the Buddhist cultivator does not want to do.
Xiu Guan, I, the demon cultivator, will slay the dragon that Buddhist cultivators dare not slay, little monk, can I kill this evil dragon and use it as a mount for you?"
Mu Fusheng was stunned. Udanhua's eyes were blurry but somewhat arrogant, and his cheeks seemed to be stained with red clouds. He murmured: "Amitabha, the young monk is willing to accompany the senior."
The few people just now were still too scared to move, and they were shocked: Who are these two people?
When they relaxed a little and turned around to look, they saw that the table next door was empty, except for the golden melon seeds on the table that shone brightly.
"Demon cultivator? You call yourself me again!" The big man slapped his head and realized, "Could this person be... the witch Yutanhua!"
"What!"
"Is the Buddhist cultivator next to him... the Buddhist disciple who was kidnapped on the mountain?" the elegant man guessed anxiously.
Everyone looked at each other in shock until the waiter picked up the golden melon seeds on the table and took a bite. He said with a smile: "Hey, this fair-weather monk is really making money."
"Xiaoer, what did you say? A meat-and-wine monk?"
The waiter smiled and said, "It's that Buddhist cultivator who just looked extraordinary. He was drinking with that pretty Taoist nun."
Now a few people were confused again: "..."
When the two of them left the wine shop, it was getting late.
Youtanhua walked swaying in front, raising his arms and shouting: "Let's go and fight the evil dragon! I will beat him to pieces!"
Mu Fusheng followed up with a headache and supported You Tanhua: "Senior, let's find an inn to stay first and set off tomorrow."
"Tomorrow? No! We have to go now!" You Tanhua waved excitedly.
Mu Fusheng sighed and carried You Tanhua into an inn.
The innkeeper noticed a Taoist cultivator and a Buddhist cultivator. Both of them were top-notch in appearance and clothing, but the Taoist nun seemed to be very drunk, so he immediately arranged two good single rooms for the two of them.
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"Boy, here are the keys to your room." The boss handed Mu Fusheng two sets of keys.
Youtanhua looked at the key and frowned: "Boss, what are you doing? Why did you give us two keys? We sleep in the same room."
"Ah?" The boss's mouth opened wide, as if he couldn't believe what he heard.
It is not strange for a Taoist cultivator to become a Taoist couple, but a Taoist cultivator and a Buddhist cultivator... this is the first time he has heard of it.
Mu Fusheng looked at Youtanhua's drunken and dazed look with concern, sighed, and thought to himself: I can't drink, yet I drink so much.
"Amitabha, donor, please help the young monk arrange it as soon as possible. It's a bit urgent. We need a large double bed." Mu Fusheng said calmly. He had to recite sutras and purify the body for his senior tonight. A drunken senior like this cannot fight the evil dragon.
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The boss mechanically changed a key to Mu Fusheng.
When Mu Fusheng helped Utanhua go upstairs, he was still stunned in disbelief: How could a Buddhist monk with an ethereal and refined appearance say such shameless words in a serious manner?