Xingwen, who died of illness, traveled to the world of martial arts with the Jiansan Monk number he often played.
I opened my eyes and found that I finally had a healthy body. The writing expressed that if I didn't waste time now, I would wait until later.
On the second floor of the teahouse, Wang Wen was making flying fish balls while watching the martial arts people fighting downstairs.
When the martial arts people fighting downstairs make a move, they will make an annoying sound.
"Yes, that's right, hit there."
"Oh my, it's a pity that the palm has strayed."
Finally, the martial arts people on both sides stopped unbearably and looked angrily at the second floor where the sound came from. They saw a monster monk wearing a strange black cassock leaning leisurely on the railing and looking at them excitedly.
"Damn bald donkey! Are you looking for death? If you want to die, I will help you!"
Unexpectedly, the monk's eyes lit up after hearing this, he quickly put away the herbs with his hands and feet, clasped his hands at them and said, "Amitabha, please teach me, please kill me."
I started thinking again and wanted to write about an unfettered monk. The stupid author Jian Sanzhu doesn't play the master account, but has a master trumpet, so the order of the fighting skills may not be quite right. Please forgive me.
Purpose: I want to write a free-spirited story
