Chaos through the heaven mission system

Chapter 83 100 Lovely Zhong Kui (7)

Of course, the complaints belong to the complaints. Han Dong still respects this kind-hearted ghost-catching angel in his heart. As the saying goes, it is not the appearance that matters when judging a person's beauty or ugliness, but his heart. Only kind people are truly beautiful. people.

Just as beautiful as Daji, the world still calls her an ugly person?Just like Pan Jinlian, no matter how beautiful she is, without a kind heart, she has been criticized for thousands of years, so appearance is really secondary, Han Dong thought so.

But he never expected that when Han Dong really saw the legendary Zhong Kui, he wished he could go to Korea to do him a hundred and eighty times before coming back, standing with Zhong Kui, he would lose face at all.

Putting aside the distracting thoughts in his mind, Han Dong lightly clicked OK.

"The task was successfully accepted, and it was the 300th year of Zhong Kui's tenure as the Celestial Master during the time travel to the Southern Song Dynasty."

With a flash of white light, Han Dong had already appeared in the bustling market in the Song Dynasty.

During the Southern Song Dynasty, the emperor was also considered to be able to govern the country well, so the prosperity of the dynasty was comparable to that of the Tang Dynasty. There were countless shops on the street, all kinds of toys and snacks, and the streets were full of people. , The people are also laughing and laughing, shopping for shopping, watching acrobatics for those who watch acrobatics, it's so lively.

When the passers-by saw Han Dong, they all bowed their heads, and then walked away after performing a Buddhist ceremony. When women saw Han Dong, they would raise eyebrows and smirk twice.

"The beauties in the Southern Song Dynasty are so enthusiastic. I'm a little embarrassed to be so enthusiastic." Han Dong stood in the crowd and looked down at his own image.

A pair of big broken shoes with open toes on the soles of the feet, a long linen gown covered with rags and patches, the hair has not been washed for an unknown amount of time, and the long hair is dragged on the chest covered with leaves, black flies swarm around Beside him, there was a stench of not taking a bath for many years.

"What's the situation? I became a beggar through time travel?" Han Dong was speechless, and what made him speechless was that every girl passing by would smile affectionately at him, and then leave slowly.

What's the situation, are all the beauties in the Southern Song Dynasty interested in beggars?Han Dong couldn't help becoming vulgar, even though he was a beggar now.

No wonder Jigong flourished in the Song Dynasty. It turned out that the beggar style was still popular in this era. As a Buddhist beggar with mana, humor, and the title of Buddhist monk, he must be more popular than ordinary beggars. , It is simply the overlord beggar among beggars, the excavator of the pretending world.

"In the real world, I'm always molested by beautiful women, but I can't get any closer. Should I take advantage of this favorable time to pick up girls in the Southern Song Dynasty?" Han Dong thought shamelessly.

While he was thinking, a young monk wearing a yellow robe and a sharp-mouthed monkey cheek appeared in the distance from the street. He was handsome, but there was always a rather obscene aura around him.

With a charming smile on his face, the little monk greeted the people around him along the way. When he saw Han Dong, he walked straight towards him and greeted him from a long distance away.

"Hey, Uncle Daoji, what are you doing here if you don't go to subdue demons in broad daylight? Uncle Jiansi and the abbot are almost dying of anxiety, you are still playing here, you don't know how long it took me to find you Ah!" The little monk trotted all the way to Han Dong, panting.

"Uncle Daoji? Uncle Jiansi?" Han Dong was interrupted, listening to the familiar terms in the young monk's mouth, he asked with some doubts, "Are you... Biqing?"

The little monk heard Han Dong's words and said with an unhappy expression: "Uncle, are you not sick? Did you get beaten up by a monster? You don't even know me?"

Biqing cast Han Dong's eyes in displeasure, and reached out to touch Han Dong's forehead: "Is it true that you were beaten stupid by a monster?"

"Go, go, go!" Han Dong patted Biqing's big hand, and said in disbelief, "So, I am Daoji?"

"It seems that you are really stupid, and now Master Jiansi can be the host as a matter of course!" Bi Qing nodded, and looked at Han Dong with pity: "Hey, Master Daoji, you are a good person, but It's too weak, it can't even beat a toad spirit, and I'm ashamed to say that I have eaten swan meat!"

"Fuck you, do you mean that I'm also a toad?" Han Dong was in a daze for a moment, and finally came out of the shock that he was the Living Buddha Jigong. He took out a move commonly used by Jigong.

A big slap with a 360-degree rotation of 100% Biqing was thrown on Biqing's neck, and he looked at Biqing menacingly and said, "Biqing, you little bastard, did you loose your muscles and bones for a few days, and your skin is itchy again? ? How do you talk to your uncle?"

After being slapped by Han Dong, Biqing covered his neck in pain. After carefully recollecting the pain on his neck, he said ghostly: "By the way, it's this strength, the exclusive strength of Uncle Daoji's beating."

"I'll go, Master Daoji, you're not stupid." Biqing looked at Han Dong in surprise.

"Nonsense, you're stupid!" Han Dong slapped Biqing on the back of the head again, touched his sore hand, and understood a truth.

Still, violence is more practical than all explanations. There are people in this world who really like to be beaten. There is really no way.

After beating Biqing, Han Dong shook his numb hands and said, "Biqing, you're not in the temple eating fast, reciting Buddha and practicing cultivation, what are you doing out here?"

After being beaten by Han Dong, Biqing behaved much better, and said resentfully: "Of course I came down the mountain to find you, that toad spirit is very powerful, Master Jiansi and the others are worried about you, so let me come and see you." Look, if you are injured, you can open a bug to charge you as soon as possible, right?"

"Cut, they don't worry about me? They don't worry about me? I'm going back to claim credit!" Han Dong said with contempt in his heart. Anyone who has seen Living Buddha Jigong knows that since Jigong moved into Jingci Temple, he has an eclectic style and is addicted to alcohol. His life-threatening behavior and sloppy image made him the most contemptuous of the original fat prisoner. If he had nothing to do, he would find fault with him, and he always wanted to drive him out, wishing that he would be beaten to death by monsters.

Fatty Prison Temple would kindly worry that Jigong is okay?He was worried that Jigong would go back and take the credit for him, right? This is a typical weasel giving a New Year greeting to a chicken, and he has no good intentions.

Han Dong was contemptuous in his heart, but he didn't say it out of his mouth. He looked at Biqing and said, "What kind of person are you, Uncle Daoji? I'm the reincarnation of Subduing Dragon and Arhat. How can the monsters in the lower world hurt me? Go back and tell the prisoner Brother Si, let him be calm and calm, and I will go back and kick his ass after I finish my work!"

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(End of this chapter)