Little Detective of the Tang Dynasty: What to do if you are beheaded at the beginning?

She Jing gently pushed the door open, fearing to disturb the beauty.

When he entered the room, he saw "Donor Zhenzhen" again, and couldn't help but be amazed by her beauty again.

His heart suddenly became a little nervous, and he rubbed his hands.

"Hehe, I won't tell others, I want to enjoy this beauty alone."

He walked over slowly, looking at the delicate face of Song Zhen in women's clothing, and saw that she lowered her head slightly, as if she was asleep, and her red lips were twinkling with stars in the moonlight.

She Jing picked up Song Zhen in women's clothing by the waist and almost let go of her hand.

"Why is beauty more important than Mount Tai?"

However, he didn't think much about it, and carefully carried Song Zhen in women's clothing to the bed.

She Jing's hand first touched the other's ups and downs, and he laughed.

Then, his hand slowly reached out...

Song Zhen raised her eyes and grabbed his hand that was about to do something naughty.

"What are you doing?"

"?"

The sudden and magnetic male voice made She Jing stagnate.

He looked down and saw that his legs pressed down the dress of Song Zhen, a woman in women's clothing, and the outline of his penis was slightly revealed.

"???"

Excuse me, what is it like to have a woman as beautiful as a fairy and take out a bigger penis than you?

Song Zhen stopped pretending and suddenly kicked She Jing's weak spot.

She Jing was in so much pain that cold sweat rushed down his forehead.

"You! You are actually a man?"

"Yes, is there a problem?" Song Zhen sneered and took out the six buns from his clothes and threw them directly on the other person's face.

A man?

Unexpectedly, She Jing was even more excited.

He has not tried the manual transmission driver's license test yet.

As we all know, there is a clear difference between manual transmission and automatic transmission.

Manual transmission not only requires stepping on the clutch, but also holding the gear lever at all times.

Automatic transmission does not have such a driving experience of using both hands and feet.

She Jing licked his lips, and he rushed over with a loud shout.

Song Zhen raised his right foot and kicked him sideways, hitting him hard against the wall.

Because of the noise in the first clean room, other clean rooms heard it.

"Haha, She Jing, you want to eat alone, right? And you're having so much fun?"

"Why don't we go and have a look?"

"What are you looking at? While it's hot, what can you do if he wakes up?"

"That makes sense! Let's solve the problem first."

She Jing was beaten up by Song Zhen in the first clean room, sometimes he threw him over his shoulder, sometimes he hit him head-on, and sometimes he punched him in the shape of a sun...

Song Zhen felt unsatisfied, so he twisted all his limbs.

In the end, She Jing was like a dead dog, limp on the ground and twitching.

After dealing with a demon monk, Song Zhen kicked the wooden wall hard.

Bang——

In the second clean room next door, five demon monks were doing evil.

When they saw someone suddenly break in, they all froze in place, even forgetting to move their waists.

The woman who was being ravaged by the monk had tears on her face. She opened her eyes wide and begged Song Zhen to save her.

Song Zhen rushed over with his bare hands. He punched a monk into a concussion and twisted the head of another monk.

Then he hit the heads of the two monks together, and red and white brains popped out.

Finally, he grabbed the neck of the monk who was doing bad things and smashed it hard on the bed.

The monk suddenly felt dizzy and fell to the ground.

Song Zhen didn't even look at him, and stepped heavily on the other's neck.

Finally, the monk's head stood up strangely on the ground.

It seemed that a long time had passed, but in fact, all this happened in a flash.

Song Zhen was very fast and didn't give the other party any chance to resist.

In addition, the monks were holding their Buddhist sticks and queuing up to enjoy the incense, so they had no time to react.

Song Zhen killed the five evil monks in an extremely brutal way.

Why did he kill them?

Because the rapists were sentenced to only two and a half years at most, which was too easy for them.

Then, it was the next clean room.

There were twelve clean rooms in the Zisun Hall. Tonight, almost every clean room was filled with women who came to pray for children.

The woman in the second clean room was an exception. She was not stunned by the incense and candles, probably because the window was opened for ventilation.

The women in the other clean rooms were not so lucky. When Song Zhen rescued them, they were still in a coma and had no idea that they were being invaded.

Song Zhen grabbed a monk's calf and smashed it against the statue of Tathagata Buddha in the main hall of the Zisun Hall.

Coincidentally, the monk's head had an intimate contact with the head of the Buddha statue, and a bright flower bloomed.

"Go to hell, Tathagata!"

"Are these your disciples?"

"If I kill them now, what can you do to me?"

Since Song Zhen's slaughter in the left clean room made so much noise, it attracted the attention of the monks in the right clean room.of attention.

They quickly put away their Buddhist sticks, picked up a Buddhist staff and rushed out.

"How dare you, bold lunatic, desecrate the holy land of Buddhism?"

Song Zhen, half of his face was red, laughed wildly: "You dare to call yourself a Buddhist?"

"Amitabha." An old monk came outside the door, and his figure looked a little hunched under the moonlight.

"Donor, killing is not good, and you will go to the eighteenth level of hell after death."

"Hahaha, then you monks will go to which level of hell if you break the precepts of lust?"

"Donor, I advise you to put down your butcher knife and become a Buddha right here. It's not too late to repent now."

Song Zhen grabbed a copper incense burner on the incense table and weighed it in his hand.

"A kind man is bullied, and you are taken advantage of. The Buddha advised me to be kind, but I said the Buddha was incompetent."

The old monk gradually straightened up, and he said with a cold face: "It seems that the donor is not going to turn back?"

Song Zhen looked back at the three Buddha statues behind him.

"Buddha, you are just a name, the Bodhisattva who saves the suffering, why don't you show up?"

Just when Song Zhen looked back, the old monk moved.

"Donor, the sea of ​​suffering is endless, turn back now. Since you don't want to turn back, I will give up my merits and save you."

He broke through the air and slapped the other party with one palm.

Song Zhen punched the top of his palm, that is, the fingers.

The crisp sound of bone breaking was particularly pleasant in the quiet descendants' hall.

The old monk felt pain, and the more powerful the palm he had just swung, the more painful this blow was.

He looked down at his right hand, and saw that only the skin and flesh of the four fingers were left, folded on the back of his hand at a weird angle.

Song Zhen would not give him a chance to rest. He grabbed the old monk's gray beard, handcuffed his shoulders, and pulled hard.

"Ah——" The old monk's gray beard was torn alive.

You kid, you have no martial ethics! Is there anyone who treats an old man like this?

Song Zhen ran over and kicked him out of the door.

Di Renjie, who happened to be with his men, was shocked to see Song Zhen so brave and stopped.

"You go in, arrest all those evil monks, and rescue the victim."

Wu Da seemed to be used to it. He nodded silently, and then rushed into the descendants' hall with the fifteen members of the new organization.

Song Zhen stepped on the old monk's chest and spit on his face.

"Don't you want to save me? Just like that?"

Song Zhen grabbed the old monk's left leg and pressed it hard!

"Ah——"

The screams echoed on the mountain of Xingyuan Temple, and they were endless.

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