The little monk returns to the vulgar

Chapter 96
In Suzhou City, there are seven strange men walking on the street.

It's just that these seven people are all wearing bamboo hats and thick coir raincoats, their whole bodies are completely covered, and they can't see their original faces at all.

The martial arts people on the road saw it, and couldn't help but look at it a few more times, and whispered about it.

"What kind of sect is this? Wearing coir raincoats on sunny days?"

"Maybe it's called the Coir Clothes Pie."

"It's probably too poor to afford the same style of clothes. It's too embarrassing."

"The weather is so hot, don't they get bored?"

……

The seven people are all people with sharp eyes and ears, so they can naturally hear the voices of these discussions.

One of them couldn't help but said, "Master Daoran, why don't we take off our coir raincoats." The voice was Chinchilla Bai Yutang.

"Why?" Dao Ran asked strangely.

"The sun was shining brightly here, and we were laughed at for wearing coir raincoats," Bai Yutang said.

Bai Yutang's personality is the most proud, how can he stand others pointing at him.

Daoran smiled and said: "If you are afraid of being laughed at, it's better not to take it off..."

"Master, what do you mean by this?" Bai Yutang felt as if he didn't understand.

Daoran explained: "Amitabha, don't blame the Buddha, let me give you an example. A big bug got into the women's bathhouse, and the women in it couldn't care less about dressing, so they had to come out naked. At this time, they should cover up." where to live?"

"This..." Five Rats were quite surprised when they heard that.

Daoran is obviously a great virtuous monk, how could he say such obscene words.

Daoran smiled and replied, "Cover your face, because as long as you cover your face, no one will know."

Bai Yutang realized that if he didn't take off his coir raincoat, others would only laugh at him as a fool, but if he took off his coir raincoat now, others would know who the idiot is.Even if I don't wear this coir raincoat in the future, I will still be laughed at.

"It makes sense!"

Lu Fang and the others felt deeply inspired after hearing this, but they didn't expect that it would be a good thing to leave some bad things alone.

Only Xiaoqing asked strangely: "The big bugs are going to catch up, how can they escape if they cover their faces and can't see the way?"

No one would answer this question, because explaining this in front of Xiaoqing, who is so stupid, would be a bit of a hooligan.

Just when everyone was lost in thought, Daoran looked at the system prompt and sighed quietly.

[Foul words, breaking the precept of lying. 】

[Your talent of breaking monks activates, your embroidery +1. 】

After piano, chess, calligraphy, painting and cooking, embroidery has become his new skill.

Dao Ran began to feel that this system was not to upgrade him, but to allow him to inherit all the intangible cultural heritage of China for 5000 years.

He would not be surprised at all if he came up with pottery or sculpture some other day.

After hearing Daoran's words, everyone no longer entangled with the coir raincoats on their bodies, and continued to rush towards Chongyang Temple.

Although Bai Yutang had already figured it out, he still didn't feel very good being pointed at by others. In desperation, he quickened his pace a lot.

Fortunately, the team was full of experts, so they speeded up together and followed Bai Yutang's footsteps.

The seven people walked side by side, crossing the streets and alleys, aiming directly at the Chongyang Temple.

Such an arrogant action naturally easily attracted attention.

Only halfway through the journey, twenty or so Jianghu people each armed with weapons stopped in front.Dao Ran took a glance and found that the other party's clothes were similar, and they should be from the same gang.

Moreover, the clothes were vaguely familiar, and after careful thought, they seemed to be similar to those gangsters from the earthly evil.

Soon, Dao Ran's conjecture was verified.

A middle-aged man with a goatee came out of this group of people from the rivers and lakes. He looked elegant, not like a martial artist wielding a knife, but more like a scholar playing with a pen.

But this person introduced himself and said: "Wei Buqun, the head of Xiadi Shamen, I don't take the liberty to interrupt, just want to ask if you want to go to Chongyang Temple?"

Everyone looked at Daoran involuntarily, as if they all acquiesced that he was the main one.

Daoran also did his part, and said to this Wei Buqun: "That's right, we are going to the Chongyang Temple, and everyone blocked the way, what advice do you have?"

Daoran deliberately lowered his voice, sounding much older.

Wei Buqun smiled and said to Daoran: "Since your Excellency is going to Chongyang Temple, you should also get the entry gold coins for this martial arts conference. This is Ouyang Chun's good plan, and he used this method to make us go to the martial arts conference before the martial arts conference started." Cannibalism obviously has ulterior motives.

"Wei thinks that if we fight each other now, we will fall into Ouyang Chun's trap. In this case, why don't we cooperate? If the tens of thousands of martial arts people in Suzhou City are united, Ouyang Chun will not be able to be our enemy But whether it's Lingyu Pill, Ouyang Chun's Seven Kills Saber Technique, or his wealth, we have it all at our fingertips."

"Oh, this makes some sense. I don't know how Master Wei plans to cooperate?" Daoran asked.

"It's very simple, as long as we promise each other not to kill each other and advance and retreat together." Wei Buqun said straightforwardly.

"It's that simple?" Daoran asked.

"We are cooperating, so of course there won't be too many constraints. Of course, to show sincerity, Wei suggested that everyone take out all the gold coins and find someone with high morals to keep them for safekeeping, lest someone is too selfish and wants to swallow the Lingyu Pill." Wei Buqun said in a very sincere tone.

Daoran couldn't help laughing, this head Wei is really interesting, and he understands the truth that "things can be done but never said".It was obvious that they wanted to grab gold coins, but in the end they had to find a high-sounding excuse first.

Dao Ran didn't think he was hypocritical, but felt that this person was very professional, otherwise he wouldn't be able to be the leader and get so many people's support.

On the contrary, Bai Yutang, who is more skilled in martial arts, offends people when he opens his mouth because he is pulling two to five to eighty thousand dollars all day.Although Bai Yutang has a chivalrous heart, he has almost no friends in the arena, except for a few sworn brothers who are all enemies.

Of course, appreciation does not mean that Dao Ran will agree to cooperate with him.

Daoran said to Wei Buqun: "Master Wei is right. This gold coin should indeed be kept by someone with high morals. I think I am quite respected. Please hand over the gold coins in your hands."

After hearing this, Wei Buqun put away the polite smirk on his face, and said coldly, "Your Excellency hides your head and reveals your true colors, so how can you be called virtuous and respected? You should honestly hand over the gold coins to the head of the sect for safekeeping. As long as you are obedient and obedient, you can save your life."

"Then let's have a competition to see who is the real virtuous and respected." Dao Ran said.

At this point in the conversation, the conversation has collapsed, and the next step should be to see who has a harder fist.

Daoran was about to make a move, but he heard Wei Buqun say: "Wei doesn't bully the few because of the number of people. You can choose anyone at random, and if you can take three moves from me, you will be considered a winner."

Daoran looked at Wei Buqun in surprise, how arrogant is the head of this Shamen?

"Are you serious?" Daoran asked.

"Hehe, dare you?" Wei Buqun said provocatively.

Daoran naturally had no reason to refuse, walked up to Wei Buqun, and said to him, "Please."

Daoran really didn't believe that Wei Buqun could hurt himself in three moves, and it would be impossible to replace it with another Jiaojiao Buqun Junzi sword.

The distance between the two was three feet, Wei Buqun clenched the long sword at his waist, and stared at Daoran tightly.On the street, all the spectators focused their attention on the two of them.

In an instant, Wei Buqun drew his sword and stabbed towards Daoran.

This sword was very slow, far inferior to Bai Yutang, Daoran could dodge it with his eyes closed.

But before the sword edge could stab Daoran, the tip of the sword popped out suddenly and pierced into the bamboo hat, and then a stream of smoke was sprayed from the tip of the sword, spraying it on Daoran's face.

And this sneak attack sword seemed to be some kind of secret signal. When the smoke spewed out, the disciples of the Dishamen around suddenly threw several huge fishing nets at Daoran and the others.

Daoran finally understood why Di Shamen's reputation was so bad, it really didn't speak martial ethics.

(End of this chapter)