One Punch Monk

Chapter 10 Like a Dream
A group of beauties were swimming around, dancing around Shen Budu in a blood-pumping dance.

Everything here is full of ambiguity.

"Master, I hope you will enjoy this banquet."

The woman in palace attire drank the wine in the glass, stood up, and walked towards Shen Budu.

Shen Budu looked at this tall, slender beauty who was dressed in extravagant luxury, and her gestures were full of charm, and he couldn't help but tremble in his heart.

"It's unbelievable to be treated so warmly."

"Master, what are you talking about? I wonder if the master is willing to honor the servant's family and drink a few cups?"

The woman in palace attire walked up to Shen Budu, and stroked Shen Budu's chest with those slender jade hands.

"Could it be that the master is so anxious?"

The woman chuckled: "Master, don't worry, today is your and my bridal chamber wedding night. Since you have become the master of the slave family, this wedding wedding night, naturally you have to enjoy the slave family to your heart's content."

The woman was full of charm, her beautiful eyes were filled with infinite tenderness, and her jade arms were gently wrapped around Shen Budu's neck.

She smiled sweetly, and a pair of slender and jade-like jade hands stroked down Shen Budu's neck little by little, even accidentally rubbing off the hidden talisman that he had stuck on his chest to shield his heartbeat and aura.

Shen Budu was not moved at all, he just put his palms together.

"All conditioned dharmas are like dreams and bubbles, like dew or electricity, and should be viewed in this way.

Female benefactor, the scenery here is just a fantasy to this little monk, and you are just a pink skeleton. "

The woman frowned slightly, and covered her chest with her hands like Xizi holding her heart, holding up a wave of waves, as if these words deeply hurt her heart.

"Could it be that the master doesn't even look down on such a beauty?"

Shen Budu asked indifferently.

"It's just about the skin, which is more beautiful, the benefactor or the little monk?"

The woman stared at Shen Budu seriously for a while, then took out the bronze mirror, and stared at it for a long time.

She suddenly lost her mind,

Some even wanted to cry.

"The king is so beautiful, the concubine is not as good as him."

"Why? Why is there someone more beautiful than me in this world?"

"No wonder, no wonder my omnipotent charm doesn't work. It turns out that I can only charm people who are not as beautiful as me."

The woman in the palace costume had complicated emotions, while Shen Budu was thinking about something, and the scene fell into silence for an instant.

The woman in palace costume didn't know what was going on in his heart, seeing that her own charm had no effect at all, and he kept silent, thinking that this Buddhist master was going to save her directly.

The woman in palace attire bowed profusely and begged in a mournful voice.

"Master, please let the concubine go."

"The concubine has never killed anyone before, but only keeps this spiritual weapon running by sucking a little yang energy from those men. He is happy for a while, and then he is slightly weak for a day or two, but he doesn't meet me. Those who have thoughts in their hearts will also release themselves."

Shen Budu ignored him and asked directly.

"How did you get the red string on your wrist?"

The woman was slightly taken aback, and said sadly, "It's a gift from an old friend."

"The one who drew you?"

The expression of the woman in the palace costume changed drastically, she eagerly walked up to Shen Budu and asked repeatedly.

"Has the mage seen him? Is he all right?"

Shen Budu still didn't answer, and asked again: "You escaped from Hehuan Sect just to meet him?"

"Yes."

The woman in palace costume explained with a gloomy expression: "When he came out as a concubine, we were still gluey and in love at the beginning, but as time went by, the concubine found that as long as he existed for one day, he would consume several times the vitality.

As a last resort, I was instructed by an expert to cut off my marriage and leave him. After many ups and downs and another chance, now that I have the ability to move freely, I want to go back to my hometown to see if he is okay from afar. sad. "

Thinking of the scholar he met while chatting in the teahouse, Shen Budu hesitated for a moment, and finally said with palms together.

"he died."

The woman in the palace costume seemed to have expected it a long time ago. After hearing the news, she still couldn't bear it and collapsed to the ground.

After a long time, he finally regained his composure, untied the old red rope around his wrist and handed it to Shen Budu.

"Ask the mage to put this thing in front of his tomb and burn it."

After saying that, before Shen Budu could say anything, the heart of the woman in front of him actually started to shatter.

The scene of the palace banquet in front of him also began to shatter.

So, the aura detected by Mingyue's qi-watching technique is actually caused by the same red string as the person in the painting and the scholar?

From this point of view, there should be another source behind the events of that day.

Shen Budu frowned, who is the person who raises Yin in Chenjia Village?

His feet landed on the eaves, and the painting under his feet was slowly igniting spontaneously without fire. The painting paper was gradually curled by the flames, and then turned into gray-white ash, which was blown away by the wind.

Inexplicably, Shen Budu remembered a public case he had seen in Xixing Temple.

A doctor asked the mage for the Tao, and the mage explained that the heaven and the earth are of the same root as me, and all things are one with me.Seeing that the doctor was puzzled, the master pointed to the peony flower in front of the court and said: Doctor, when people saw this flower, it was like a dream.

Putting away the red rope in the palm, the three members of the Hehuan Sect in the distance were limping forward clutching their crotches.

He Taixu's state is relatively high, he saw Shen Budu on the eaves in the distance, and shouted repeatedly.

"Brother, be careful, stay true to your heart and don't be seduced! The charm of this painting can't be resisted by ordinary people, even I fell for her way!"

Seeing that Shen Budu didn't respond, He Taixu thought that he had been charmed, and anxiously wanted to step forward to help him out of trouble.

However, with a little force, his crotch hurt like a knife, and he grinned in pain.

At this time, Shen Budu just woke up from the state similar to "sudden enlightenment", and turned his head.

"Are you all right?"

"Yes."

"How can you possibly be okay?"

The two male disciples of the Hehuan Sect behind him opened their mouths as if they had seen a ghost.

"Why should I have something to do?"

He Taixu was even more depressed, the charm of this painting seems to have a 100% success rate so far, so why is Brother Shen not affected?

It's really weird.

People are so powerful, it seems that they are very incompetent.

Just when He Taixu lowered his head and pondered how to describe the awesomeness of that painting, so as to make his failure when he was hanging upside down by the window just now less embarrassing, he heard the two juniors shouting at the top of their voices.

"Hey, draw! Draw!"

"Quickly put out the fire!"

He Taixu looked up in astonishment, the painting on the eaves was already on fire.

"It's the spirit fire, Qi Ling doesn't want to live anymore."

He ran a few more steps, the pain in his crotch was unbearable, seeing that the spirit weapon was burning and it was impossible to save him, He Taixu had no choice but to stop.

Like a wronged child, he leaned against the corner of the street in the dark night and burst into tears.

"Brother He, it shouldn't be the case." Shen Budu jumped down and approached to comfort him.

"Brother, you don't understand, you don't understand. This is my master Tianchong, the old man personally entrusted me with the task, and this is the closest to the perfect portrait of a lady in the sect."

"But she is not perfect in your mind after all, just like this vanished painting."

"You don't understand my pain."

"Eldest brother, I understand!" One person felt the same way.

"But senior brother's pain is above yours." One person added.

"You two shut up!"

Shen Budu said helplessly: "Young monk really doesn't understand, but just now I have some insights."

He casually told him the koan that he realized.

"When people saw this flower, it was like a dream. It was like a dream"

(End of this chapter)