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The presence of a man like him here made the women around him feel very strange.

My eyes fell on him from time to time.

Some bold women even came closer.

"Little handsome boy, are you here to become a monk too?"

"You have to practice hard. Auntie, I'm very optimistic about you."

"Yes, yes, my aunt also likes your land."

Jiang Chuan looked confused.

I don’t know what these women mean.

He glanced around and found that many of them had similar expressions.

There are even some in their sixties or seventies.

Ever since his body returned to its youthful state, he never felt like an old man again.

Of course, there haven't been many changes in mentality and personality.

When you are calm, you will not be arrogant at all.

When it is necessary to use thunderous means, there will be no mercy.

Now being looked at by these people with eager eyes made him frown.

But his move made the women around him scream.

"Ah, so handsome."

"I can't, my legs are so weak."

"It's over, tonight will definitely be another sleepless night."

Jiang Chuan's face turned dark.

This look seems a bit familiar.

Quickly speed up and enter inside.

There is a large square of tens of thousands of square meters here.

There are three cauldrons in the center of the square.

One by one, the women were holding incense candles and worshiping something unknown.

On the left is a place selling scented candles.

Each incense candle purchased will be entered into a drawing.

The woman who wins will be very excited.

Those who didn't win sighed.

This scene puzzled him more and more.

But he didn't care what this Zen was doing.

He looked in the direction of the back hall.

There is a merit box over there.

Many women will throw some gold, silver, black crystal and the like into it.

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Zen Master Zhishan, who looked to be in his sixties, had a bald head, held a string of gold beads in one hand, and hugged a coquettish young woman in the other.

With his mouth open, he chanted Buddha's name.

"Ami Tofu. The old monk's name is Zhishan. This female benefactor. I was entrusted by someone to consecrate you."

"I hope the female donor will cooperate obediently. Otherwise, Buddha's stick will be very painful."

Wu Meiniang was so angry that her lungs were about to explode.

Originally, she had taken the soul nourishing pill and was still condensing her martial soul.

As a result, he was attacked by someone unexpectedly, interrupting the process.

So much medicinal power dissipated into the heaven and earth.

The martial spirit Nine Tails, which was about to reach the Eighth Grade, was suddenly interrupted.

Stabilized at Seventh Grade.

Although there is only one grade difference, the difference is huge.

The anger in this heart can be imagined.

Now he is being held hostage here by this group of shameless Zen bald donkeys.

If she could, she would wring their necks.

"Bald donkey! Stop being so disgusting over there. Since I fell into your hands today, I can only count you lucky."

"But don't be complacent. If you let me leave, I will definitely make your Zen sect restless."

Zhishan burst out laughing.

"Only you? The daughter of a small-time minister of the Ministry of War. Even if your father comes, I can beat the shit out of him."

Wu Meiniang was made to lose her temper at all by him.

Zen Buddhism is still very powerful.

The opponent has a quasi-Martial King in charge.

The entire cultivation world knows this.

Suddenly she thought of something.

A look of confidence gradually appeared on his face.

"Hmph, old bald donkey. My father can't beat you. But I still have a husband. If you dare to lay a finger on me, your entire Zen sect will be buried with you."

Zhishan stroked his goatee on his chin.

"May I ask who your husband is?"

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If their Zen sect can survive to this day, they naturally know how to advance and retreat.

Those who cannot be offended will never be offended.

Just because they are bald doesn't mean they are tough-headed.

If her husband is really a great person, then they will definitely not complete the deal this time.

Wu Meiniang snorted proudly.

"His name is Jiang Chuan. He is a Martial King. A very young one."

Zhishan's expression was frozen there.

His brain was racing, trying to find a Martial King with this name.

Seeing his appearance, Wu Meiniang was extremely proud.

As expected of the man I found, just one name can scare him into this.

Let you dare to bully me again.

Oh no, you should call me Madam now.

Hehe, she is also a woman with a family.

"How about it, old bald donkey. Now you know how to be afraid."

Zhishan reacted, and the corner of his mouth twitched.

"Haha. Since your husband is so powerful, let him save you."

"If he can't come, hehe, I'm going to have a good talk with you today."

"Oh, by the way, they said it. They also asked the painter to paint a souvenir, so that Miss Wu Meiniang, Miss Wu, will be famous throughout the imperial city."

"You must behave well later."

Just kidding, scare yourself with a trash fish that you have never heard of.

I really thought I was scared.

He knows all the Martial Kings in the entire cultivation world.

There is absolutely no one named Jiang Chuan among these people.

This clever little girl is trying to get by. He just laughed.

"you!"

Zhishan let go of the woman in his arms and was about to unbutton his cassock.

But at this moment, there was a roar.

The huge shock almost made him pee.

"what's the situation!"

The young monk outside rushed in.

"Abbott! Someone chopped down our house with a knife!"

"Ami, that tofu is so stupid. I want to see which grandson dares to cause trouble in my Zen sect's territory!"

Jiang Chuan held the formation dagger in his metal-gloved right hand and patted it gently on the palm of his left hand.

With that leisurely look, it was completely unimaginable that he was the one who just chopped up a house with a knife.

The surrounding women pilgrims were so frightened that they retreated to the outside for fear of being implicated.

"Who dares to come to my Zen sect to cause trouble?"

Many bald monks on both sides rushed out.

Some of them were still disheveled, and the rouge marks on their bodies had not yet been wiped off.

Jiangchuan was surrounded by hundreds of Zen disciples.

Each of their faces showed anger.

Not to mention the good things that disturbed them, he actually dared to smash up their sect's house.

They really think they are eminent monks who can save all sentient beings.

He glanced at this group of people.

"Are you going together? Or should I kill you one by one?"

The purpose of his coming today is to destroy the family.

Otherwise, there may be trouble in the future.

People like him hate trouble the most.

It can be solved once and for all, and there will never be any second time.

All the Zen disciples looked gloomy.

They didn't expect to be ridiculed by a boy of unknown origin.

"Trash. Who are you!"

"If you dare to cause trouble in our territory, do you think we are all soft persimmons?"

Jiang Chuan shook his head.

"Don't insult weak persimmons. You are just a bunch of ants."

But as soon as he finished speaking, there was a loud laugh from the side.

"Hahaha, interesting. Boy, you are quite good at things. How dare you say that we are all ants."

"Then Zen Master I must learn your skills carefully."

When the women around him heard this, they couldn't help but clench their legs, with a look of obsession on their faces.

"Ah, I'm so excited. The Mighty Master is so handsome! I like him so much."