Chapter 713: Wrath of Ming

Amidst the rhythmic yelling, the two men, one old and one young, had already arrived at the gate of Shenjie Temple with their shoulder poles.

Then the two walked towards Gongshi Village farther away at the same speed as before, and they really looked like two small traders who happened to pass by the temple gate.

He didn't even take a look at the group of monks in the temple.

Their existence naturally attracted the attention of those monks in the temple.

But those fan monks just took a look here, and didn't really want to come forward to buy things.

Just when the two peddlers were about to walk out of the sight of these monks, suddenly a nice voice sounded and stopped them both.

"Hey, you are shopping ahead, please wait a moment."

"Okay!" Hearing someone calling him, the old man who sells cooking cakes paused for a moment, then turned around and asked with a smile: "You two girls, do you want to sell cooking cakes?"

As the old man's voice fell, the monks in the temple saw two beautiful figures, one white and one green, floating in front of the old man selling cooking cakes outside the temple gate.

Among them, the young girl in white clothes has a detached figure and temperament, as if she is a fairy who does not eat fireworks in the world, and people will inevitably feel ashamed when they see it.

And the other one is pretty and cute, quiet yet lively, and the whole body is permeated with a kind of youthful atmosphere.

At this time, the girl in white asked softly, "Old man, how do you sell your biscuits?"

"Don't be in a hurry to ask the price." Another girl in green clothes who looked more lively stopped her little sister, and at the same time asked the old man: "If you want to buy this, we have to let our sisters see it first." something?"

"No problem!" Hearing this, the old man selling cooking cakes immediately put down the burden on his shoulders and lifted the cotton cloth from one of the baskets.

As the cotton cloth covering it was lifted off, a seductive noodle fragrance immediately permeated from the basket.

Not only the two girls at the gate of the temple could smell it clearly, but even the monks in the temple also smelled the tempting noodle fragrance, and their index fingers moved wildly.

At this time, the old man said with a smile: "Don't talk about looking at things, there is no problem if you try it first."

"I have pre-cut samples here, and you can try them for free."

"Your biscuit smells so delicious!" The lively girl in green clothes first picked up a small piece and put it in her mouth. After chewing a few mouthfuls, her eyes became brighter: "It tastes more delicious!"

That's natural!

Hearing the girl's praise, the "old man" who sells cooking cakes couldn't help but secretly complacent in his heart.

Brother's culinary skills are in the perfect state of level 10!

In order to arouse the appetite of those monks, a special ingredient to enhance the aroma is mixed in it. It's a ghost if it doesn't taste good!

After they were satisfied with the tasting, the two beauties Sanyue and Xiaoqiao bought two biscuits with a quality above 95 in front of the monks, and ate them happily.

Feeling thirsty after eating pancakes, the two beauties each bought a couple of pears. After eating two bites of pancakes and one pear, the feeling was so beautiful.

Seeing this scene, the monks in the temple finally couldn't sit still.

You know, it's almost time to make dinner, but it's not time to make dinner.

At this time, most of the monks in the temple were also a little hungry, and they hadn't had time to make dinner yet, so they had nothing to look forward to.

At this moment, asking about such a tempting pancake, and seeing the two beauties enjoying the delicious food there as if no one else was there, if they had no idea about pancakes, even the Living Buddha would not believe it.

Ever since, the monks in the courtyard began to yell.

What they are talking about, others do not understand, anyway, it is neither Chinese nor Sanskrit.

Perhaps feeling that the heat was almost ready, Ye Weiming, who was pretending to be an old man selling cooking cakes, finally said, "My cooking cakes cost three Wen each, and you all ate four of them, totaling 12 Wen, thank you."

The young man on the side also followed suit, and said in a very immature and very neutral voice: "My crispy pears cost two pennies each, and you took a total of six, which is also 12 pennies."

Sanyue, who was acting as a diner, said impatiently after hearing the words: "That is to say, the total is 24 Wen, why bother?"

"How can this be confused?" Ye Weiming immediately became unhappy when he heard the words: "I sell my cakes, and he sells his pears. We are not in the same business, so of course we have to count them separately."

"Besides, we have to go to Gongshi Village over there to sell the leftover biscuits before dinner, but we don't have time to wait here for you to finish eating in peace."

"Okay, okay." Sanyue took out two pieces of silver impatiently when she heard the words, and threw them to Ye Weiming and Moran: "We don't have change with us, so we don't need to look for it."

Ye Weiming and Su Ran hurriedly nodded their thanks, vividly interpreting the image of a small merchant who has never seen a big scene.

"Wait a minute!" At this time, two monks suddenly came out of Shenjie Temple, one of them said in extremely awkward Chinese: "How many cakes do you have here, we want them all."

Ye Weiming was overjoyed when he heard the words, and Su Ran, who was selling pears on the other side, also asked, "I still have pears here, do you want them?"

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" At this time, another fan monk took out two gold leaves and handed them to Ye Weiming and Moran respectively: "We even want your shoulder poles, the money should be enough."

"Enough is enough!" Ye Weiming tremblingly borrowed money from the other party.

Suanran on the other side also borrowed money, followed by a senior high, and shouted excitedly: "I got rich, I really got rich today!"

At this time, Ye Weiming asked tentatively: "You two Buddhas, do you need the little old man to help you carry the burden?"

"With your body, do we martial arts practitioners still need your help?" The monk who spoke first looked at Ye Weiming contemptuously, then turned his head to look at Suran with a smile: "You A woman disguised as a man?"

"Ah!" The excited expression on Su Ran's face suddenly froze when he heard the words, and followed like a frightened rabbit, with a "whoosh", he got behind Xiaoqiao and hid tremblingly.

"Hahaha..." Seeing her like this, the two monks only found it interesting, but didn't suspect anything else.

After all, although there are not many women doing business outside disguised as men, it is by no means the only case, or there are other stories, but that has nothing to do with them.

After the two monks laughed wantonly, they returned to the temple carrying two burdens.

Seeing this situation, Ye Weiming and Sanyue Xiaoqiao looked at each other, then separated and went in different directions.

Five minutes later, when the three women changed back to their original attire and returned to Shenjie Temple again, those lively monks were already lying on the ground.

It seems that they have all lost their fighting power.

Seeing this situation, Su Ran immediately took out her big sword excitedly, glanced at the monks one by one, finally fell on one of them, and said excitedly: "Just now this guy said something to tease me, It must be killed by me!"

"Damn it!" Seeing Su Ran, who was getting closer and closer with a big sword in his hand, the monk said angrily, "So you are in the same group, and the cakes and pears are poisonous!"

"I know now, don't you think it's too late?"

While speaking, Suan Ran had already swung her Tianlong epee, and slashed at the fan monk who had lost his defense.

"Stop!" At this moment, a very inarticulate cry was heard.

Turning his head to look, he saw that it was a sturdy fan monk, holding a wild boar carcass in his hand, who happened to come in through the back door.

Seeing that his companions were all lying on the ground and were being mercilessly slaughtered by the three women, the monk immediately let out a roar, attracting the eyes of the three to him.

It turned out that this fan monk had gone hunting in the back mountain before, so he was not poisoned.

However, before he could take any action, he suddenly felt a pain in his back, but several acupoints on his body had been hit by Ye Weiming's "Yiyang Finger".

Then, Ye Weiming walked up to the foreign monk in such an orderly manner, clasped his thumb and index finger, put it in front of his mouth, let out a breath, and then flicked the foreign monk's forehead twice.

"Crack! Crack!"

Anonymous fan monk, die!

Just when Ye Weiming killed the fish that slipped through the net, the three girls also shot together, and began to quickly reap the lives of these monks who had lost the ability to resist.

At this time, the three of them suddenly saw the team channel flickering.

Clicking on it, it turned out to be a message from their new teammate Niu Zhichun: "I'm in the secret room of the meditation room now, but Gelu, who was hiding here to heal his injuries, is not here now, you all be careful."

While the three of them were checking the news, a monk who was lying powerlessly in front of Xiaoqiao suddenly jumped up, his figure turned into an afterimage, and hit her chest and abdomen with a heavy palm! -

76734!

Poor Xiaoqiao was caught off guard by a sneak attack by a big boss with a level over 100, and he was instantly killed in one blow!

Just when Miss Xiaoqiao's body turned into a ray of white light and disappeared from everyone's sight, the top of the head of the fan monk who attacked her finally revealed his BOSS attribute.

Grew

The first disciple of Jinlun Fawang, the second master of Jinlun Temple!

Level: 121 (internal injury, cold poison)

Vitality: 2600000/2600000

Internal force: 800000/800000

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It turned out that this Gelu, after discovering that all the other monks were poisoned, didn't immediately think about helping his subordinates detoxify and heal their wounds. Instead, he pretended to be the same victim and hid among the monks.

What's even more frightening is that after Ye Weiming and others appeared, he was still able to endure it.

He even didn't hesitate to watch his subordinates die tragically under the hands of the four of them, but he didn't move at all until the moment when the three of them had completely relaxed their defenses, they suddenly picked up the attack and killed the little boy with one blow. Bridge spike on the spot.

Such a smart, ruthless, and tolerant fan monk!

It has to be said that this Gru's forbearance and scheming made Ye Weiming feel a sense of sympathy.

For such an enemy, Ye Weiming's choice is of course...

"Aww!"

Fight the dragon in the wild!

Ma Dan!

How dare you block my face and sneak attack and kill sister Xiaoqiao!

There is no conscience, no justice, no punishment, no punishment for death!

Today, my lord, I'll crush you too, you don't know what a one-stop funeral service is!

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PS: I finally got it done before midnight, hehe, this chapter is 3200 words!