ancient prehistoric

Chapter 2: Meeting the ascetic by chance

"You stinky monk, if you still don't apologize to me, do you know who I am? The spiritual fortune teller Yongze is my master, you don't want to die!"

Beside the ancient street, a loud shout immediately attracted many people to stop and watch. When they heard that this person was the fortune teller's apprentice, they all looked at the ragged monk angrily.

Mayan fortune tellers do not have any attack power and can only do divination, but they have a lofty status in the Mayan tribe. Non-divination people are good at projection, but fortune tellers obey orders. It can be said that fortune tellers are gods in the hearts of common people.

.So the people quickly protected the fortune teller in the middle and glared at the monk.

"Amitabha, it is so good that the benefactor is molesting a good woman in broad daylight. Isn't that right? Poor Taoists are ascetic monks who should benefit the common people. How can we not control them?" the monk said with his hands clasped together.

"It's a joke, it's her blessing that I tease her, no matter what your business!" Seeing the villagers protecting her in the center, the fortune teller became even more unscrupulous and yelled and cursed arrogantly.

"It's good, it's good, emptiness is form, form is emptiness, donor, you have lost your form." The ascetic monk was not afraid and still trying to persuade. The booming Buddha's voice reverberated in the air, causing eardrums of the people surrounding the fortune teller to hurt.

"Ling'er, have you heard the Buddha's voice echoing?" Long Feiyun rubbed his ears and asked in confusion.

"Well, just now I seemed to have heard the words emptiness is color and form. Why don't we go and take a look. It seems to be coming from over there." Long Ling'er pointed to the street to the east and pulled her brother along.

Run towards the source of the sound.

"Who is so bold and dares to cause trouble in the capital of Maya! Let me see what the monk from the south can recite!" A soft voice echoed in the air, and the crowd gave way to a way, and it was indeed a man who came out.

, the handsome face is extremely pale, obviously due to excessive indulgence.

"Well, it turns out to be the fortune teller Mingxun. How is your master Yinze in good health?" The handsome man said sarcastically when he saw the fortune teller surrounded by the crowd. Although Maya respects fortune tellers, there are also some who are good at projection.

Spearman, the handsome man is the son of the city lord. He has a weak appearance but has practiced spear skills since he was a child and has great strength. He has looked down on fortune tellers since he was a child.

"Amitabha, good, good, donor..."

"Smelly monk, don't recite Buddha's name in front of me, dare to cause trouble in this city, you are impatient." The handsome man turned around and scolded.

"Ahem, I'm talking about that transvestite. I predict that you will be in trouble today." It was time for Ming Yan to intervene.

"My name is Renyao, not a shemale. Mingxuan, you are seeking death." After saying that, he took out the golden spear from his back and made a projection gesture.

"Brother, what is a shemale?" A sweet voice rushed into everyone's ears, while the perpetrator was still looking at Long Feiyun innocently.

"Puch," Long Feiyun resisted the urge to laugh, "You will naturally understand this when you grow up."

"Who! Who is being presumptuous?" Amid the laughter of the crowd, Ren Yao shouted, "If you have the guts, come out to me, and see if I don't lock you up in the city wall for three days to expose your corpse."

"Brother, didn't Dad say we will set off in three days? Then how about you fulfill his wish and hang on the top of the city for three days? Then Sister Qing'er and I will tell you to hang on the top of the city and watch America for three days, and then not

Just leave."

"You girl, didn't dad tell you not to cause trouble before he left? You are still talking so shamelessly. If you want to hang on the city wall yourself, I won't go. It's very painful."

The two troublemakers seemed to be chatting and laughing. They spoke every word so loudly, but they made moves to prevent others from hearing. This immediately angered Ren Yao.

"Brush~" A golden ray of light flew towards the Long sisters, it was the golden spear in Ren Yao's hand. Long Feiyun stretched out his hand to grab it, and saw the golden spear suddenly falling downwards, just falling into Long Feiyun's hand.

"Ling'er, this golden spear is pretty good. Since they are so kind, let's accept it. Well, let's take it as a gift to Qing'er."

Long Ling'er took the golden spear and played with it up and down. She couldn't tell how much she liked it. "It's just that the golden spear is a bit too big. How can the second sister use such a big thing."

After saying that, there was only a flash of light, and the seven-foot-long golden spear suddenly buzzed, shrinking as fast as the eye could see, until it was like a hairpin. Long Ling'er inserted the golden spear into the bun, "Brother,

Does it look good?"

The faint golden light shimmers, reflecting the skin that can be broken by blows, the big and smart eyes suddenly flash with excitement, the cherry mouth is slightly raised, the teeth are slightly opened, the gauze-like sleeves are gently fluttering in the wind, and there are bursts of sounds.

Youxiang, dressed in pink clothes, was even more charming. She immediately captivated everyone. Everyone was staring at Long Ling'er, wondering whether they were confused by her allure or shocked by her terrifying cultivation.

"Ling'er, there seems to be a master nearby, let's retreat quickly, otherwise it will end badly." Long Feiyun quietly winked at his sister, signaling to get out of the way.

While everyone was intoxicated, he quickly disappeared at the end of the street. The ascetic also quickly disappeared among the crowd.

"Whose girl is that girl just now? Does anyone know her? If she does, please report it to the city lord's palace. There will be a heavy reward. I will choose an auspicious day to come to propose marriage." After Ren Yao woke up, he found that the beauty had already left, but when he thought of himself

With the golden spear by the beauty's side, I felt inexplicably excited.

The crowd dispersed quickly. Ming Yan looked at the nymphomaniac Xiang De Renyao and shook his head helplessly. He found that the troublemaking monk was gone, so he turned around and left.

When no one was watching the excitement, a figure floated in front of Renyao, knelt down on one knee, clasped his hands in front of his chest and said: "Master, the two people just now don't seem to be Americans, and I have sent several people to follow them.

Judging from the techniques shown, he seems to be from China."

"Well, yes, I can feel it too. The two of them have extraordinary cultivation. Humph, you really think I'm a fool. They don't know what I'm capable of, and you don't know either?" Suddenly, Ren Yao seemed to be a different person.

His unfocused eyes became sharp and wise. He looked deeply towards the western coast, turned around and walked towards the city lord's palace.

"Little monk, why are you blocking our way? You really like blocking the way." Long Ling'er looked at the ascetic standing in front of him, then turned to Long Feiyun and said: "Brother, why is this smelly monk always blocking the way?

, first blocking the way of that shemale, and then blocking our way."

Long Feiyun shrugged helplessly, "The person he blocked seems to be Ming Yan, and there is also someone called Ren Yao..."

"Two benefactors, the poor monk is a person from the Buddha's land, traveling around the world to practice hard. I wonder if you two can do something convenient and let the poor monk go to the land of China with you?"

"Ascetic, I didn't notice. Aren't your clothes quite neat? Are you living a hard life? Also, how do you know that we are from China? What is your purpose in going to China? By the way, your name is

What?" Long Ling'er threw out several bombshells at once, trying to blow up the little monk.

Long Feiyun shrugged his shoulders, rolled his eyes, and said, if you dare to mess with her, well, you are dead, as if a good show was about to be staged.

"Amitabha, the poor monk's name is Huizhen. As for how to tell that the two donors are from China, it depends on the heart. Buddhism pays attention to cultivating the mind. People's hearts in the five continents are different, so the poor monk can tell at a glance that the two donors are from China.

He is from China." Huizhen chanted with his hands clasped together.

"Heart, are there any differences in the heart? Could it be that the heart of China is red, the heart of the barbarians is black, the heart of the West is green, the heart of America is purple, and the heart of the Buddhist land is long-haired.

"Long Ling'er held onto Huizhen tightly and refused to let go.

"Sister, don't listen to him. People's hearts are red. He recognized us by our clothes. The clothes on the five continents are all different..."

"Oh, brother, I know, people just like to talk!"

"Also, why do you say that the Buddha's heart has long hair? Instead of other colors, such as shit yellow or something." Long Feiyun looked like a curious baby, and kept talking without surprising.

Monk Huizhen's expression changed several times, and finally he shook his head helplessly and chanted: "Amitabha." He was also surprised to see why Long Ling'er said that the Buddha's heart has long hair.

"Oh, brother, you are so disgusting. As for why the Buddha's heart has hair." Ling'er paused deliberately, looked at Huizhen's bald head, and said, "Isn't it because they all cultivated their hair to their stomachs?"

It's gone. Hum!" After saying that, he stuck out his tongue at Huizhen.

Even Youhuizhen, who was a Buddhist, was in a state of turmoil. He touched his bald head in embarrassment and giggled twice. This Long Ling'er is so charming. This girl is extraordinary, Huizhen thought to herself.