The Monk That Wanted To Renounce Asceticism

However, Lin Ying didn't look at him at all, but pulled what Xia Meng was talking about, and looked worried, apparently worried about Lin Zicheng's safety. In this regard, Lin Zicheng could only cry desperately: "Sister, I am here! Save me ... wow ..."

As a result, Xia Meng looked over and shouted, "Lin Lei, this chicken is so good, hurry up and let him shut up."

As soon as this remark came out, Lin Zicheng only felt a looseness in his lower body, and a heat wave **** out ... This is really a killer!

Lin Lei shouted, "Okay, Meng. Wait a minute, I'll get some firewood and I will boil a pot of boiling water before I say it."

When Lin Zicheng heard it, he had a bad hunch in his heart. He vaguely remembered that he once taught Lin Lei a cruel way to kill ...

"Lin Lei, what are you going to do?" Lin Ying asked.

Lin Lei laughed and said, "Don't do anything, brother said, the more good things, the more authentic, the more delicious they are. They are delicious. I want to try what he taught me. Burn A pot of boiling water, while he was still alive, throw him in and boil it with boiling water. At this time, he was not dead, took the opportunity to remove the hair. Although this will cause some blood to not flow out, the meat is a bit bloody, but brother I said that men have to eat something **** in order to be a fan. This time my brother is away, I have to try it ... "

Lin Zicheng listened, his eyes almost fainted, and he wished to give himself a hundred mouths. Why was he so owed at first? Why teach Lin Lei these things? If he did n’t teach, he would not only survive without sin, but he would survive ...

"You're too cruel like this?" Lin Ying said disgustedly.

"I used to think so, but my brother always said that I was too sissy, not my dear. This time he was away, I would have to take a look at the man, the provincial he always looked down on me!" Lin Lei finished, and firewood Ignite, the flames burned, and the water in the pot began to bubble up. Lin Lei squatted and guarded.

Lin Zicheng has a feeling of living like a second. He counts almost every second, and silently prays every second, prays that Lin Lei changes his mind, and prays that he can have a chance to escape.

However, seeing more and more heat, but nothing has changed, Lin Lei laughed: "The water is boiling, I will try it first, the feeling of boiling chicken in boiling water!"

At this moment, Lin was crying on his own, crying screaming, his **** was all out, and he tried his best to feed his milk and twisted his body. However, to no avail, he was caught by Lin Lei and was ready to be thrown into the pot! Seeing that the boiling water was getting closer, the steaming heat fell on his face, and a sting ... He cried in horror, but found that no one could understand him, so helpless, so hopeless, so Not reconciled ... but unable to change anything.

Just when Lin Lei was about to throw Lin Zicheng into the pot ...

"Amitabha, the donor, and slowly." Just then, a Buddhist horn sounded.

This sound of the Buddha's horn is as pleasant as the sound of the sky. For the first time, Lin Zicheng found that his TM monk was dead! But when Lin Zicheng watched it, he was scared and almost **** again! No one else came, it was the monk who turned him into a flower-tailed hazel chicken! It was the monk sitting on the stone!

Lin Lei was startled, too. Why was the monk who was still motionless suddenly coming around?

However, Xia Meng smiled happily and stepped forward: "This mage, you are awake."

The Founder folded his hands and said, "Amitabha, the donor, the poor monk knows what he asked, but the poor monk cannot tell you."

As soon as this remark came out, Xia Meng couldn't smile, and said solemnly: "This mage, lives are off, please tell me."

Founder shook his head and said, "The donor has spoken heavily. The donor you said is alive and well, how can he kill someone?" Then he did not look at Xia Meng, but said to Lin Lei: "The donor, the live chicken enters the water Is too cruel. "

"You monk are too wide, right?" Lin Lei said unhappyly.

Founder laughed: "The poor monk just cares about what matters."

"Mage, you tell me where my boss is going. How did I release this chicken?" Xia Meng said.

Lin Lei opened his mouth and said nothing.

Founder laughed: "Door, if the poor monk doesn't say it?"

"It's getting late, we are all hungry, we can only stew this chicken to make up for our body." Xia Meng stared at Fang Zhengdao, I'm sure I'll take your look.

Founder smiled and said, "If the donor eats this chicken, he will never see him again."

As soon as this word came out, Xia Meng's face changed suddenly, and he stared fiercely at the Founder's Road: "You captured my boss, didn't you?" At the same time, the dagger was out of the sheath, as if the hungry tiger showed its minions!

Founder was unmoved, and said lightly, "Donor, we are talking about the chicken." During the conversation, Founder stomped, and a big stone under his foot cracked! The range of motion is small, but Xia Meng can see clearly!

Xia Meng took a deep breath and knew that he had encountered a fierce man! The words also softened a lot, saying: "You can eat without food. Give me a reason not to kill."

"Does the donor want to listen to the official or the unofficial?"

"Unofficially?" Lin Lei asked curiously.

Founder Road: "This chicken is not an ordinary chicken, psychic, proficient in a variety of dances, and can write. Such a **** chicken, should you say you should eat it?"

"Nothing ..." Lin Lei pouted his lips, not convinced at all: "If you do this, then it's boring, I'm going to stew this chicken."

"What's the official statement?" Lin Ying asked suddenly.

"The flower-tailed hazel chicken is a first-class national protected animal. If you eat it, the poor monk watched it and went out to call the police. When the time comes, you should sit in the bottom of the prison, but don't blame the poor monk for not helping you."

As soon as this remark came out, Lin Lei and Xia Meng were as uncomfortable as eating dead flies. I thought that the monk was Shinto and was a neuropathy. It seems that this is a ghost monk! In a few words, they caught their seven inches.

Just put the flower tail hazel chicken? Lin Lei was unwilling!

Xia Meng was also unwilling. He also looked forward to using the flower-tailed hazel chicken to ask some useful information from Founder's mouth!

Lin Lei gritted his teeth and said, "Monk, you said he was psychic. Can you prove it? If I can prove it, then I let him go. If it can't prove it, you tell us where my brother is going, how?" Lin Lei started to play Little smart. In his opinion, how could a flower-tailed hazel chicken dance and write? He won the gamble.

When Lin Ying and Xia Meng heard it, they rolled their eyes and scolded Lin Lei as an idiot. In this kind of gambling, a fool would gamble with him! however……

Founder smiled, "Yes."

"What?" Lin Ying and Xia Meng were stunned, how could they never have thought that this monk actually agreed, wasn't it silly? Think of the way of God and Shinto in the front, the look of Fangzheng is even stranger, and there is a little sympathy.