House Management Chapter 1262: Hiding dirt and holding dirt

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"I took a look at that, as if her talisman is better than yours, just in case, you should stand opposite and let her stand in front of me" Xiang Zhangshu suggested. 3. The fastest

"Are you despising me?" Zhang Yu said dissatisfiedly.

"I don't mean to look down, but you saw how dangerous it is just now," the camphor tree said, stiffening its bark.

"Fine, do not grind with you." Zhang Yu said angrily.

It's good today, the camphor trees dare to look down on people. Wasn't it just a miss.

At the moment, he and Ouyang Yanyan changed positions.

However, Zhang Yu has now secretly made up his mind that there should be no more accidents.

"Are you ready?" Ouyang Yanyan asked eagerly.

"Come on!" Zhang Yu said.

Ouyang Yanyan immediately followed Zhang Yu's instructions to activate the fire symbol.

With a "poof", the fire talisman in his hand burst open and turned into a black fireball with red light hidden in it.

After that, Ouyang Yanyan pointed her hand forward, and the Huo Talisman shot directly at Zhang Yu.

How rich Zhang Yu's combat experience is. The fire symbols in his hand were shot almost at the same time, "Puff!"

In an instant, the two fireballs collided and sparks shot out immediately.

Following, all the black fireballs dispersed, and the fireball that Zhang Yu shot was unfailing. Although it had shrunk a lot, it still shot towards Ouyang Yanyan.

Zhang Yu was shocked and hurriedly shouted: "Be careful."

Ouyang Yanyan has already discovered that it is not good, she flashed aside, and she was able to avoid the fireball.

"Ni Ma"

"Ah"

The call of the camphor tree rang, and his body was lit again.

Zhang Yu hurriedly ran over, read the fire avoidance tactic, swept his sleeves, and put out the fire.

Fortunately, his fire charm didn't add any additional damage, it just scorched a piece of bark.

The camphor tree said bitterly: "Why is it always me who is injured."

"I said I was in front of you, you must let her be in front of you. This can be my fault." Zhang Yu said confidently.

"I think her fire talisman is quite powerful." The camphor tree was crying.

"It just looks amazing. Is it really amazing? I have been practicing for so many years. Is it for nothing." When Zhang Yu said this, he was a little gloating.

This kid just looked down on himself, so I really think I'm a mallet.

"Anyway, you always have reason to come again when it rains to make up for the trauma of my soul" Xiang Zhangshu said grievously.

This guy is still thinking about the rain falling from the sky.

"You have to wait for this. I guess it will be inconvenient this year." Zhang Yu shook his head.

Isn't it? Xia Yuechan is pregnant. Who will dance for you?

"Well then" Xiang Zhangshu said grimly.

Zhang Yu stopped paying attention to him, walked to Ouyang Yanyan's side, and said: "Uncle Master, I didn't scare you just now."

"You think I'm so courageous, it's just this fire talisman, it looks so powerful, why is it so useless" Ouyang Yanyan was a little bit lost.

The fire talisman he had shot out was broken by Zhang Yu's.

Without Zhang Yu speaking, Sun Zhaoyi said: "It's already very good. The abbot has been practicing for a long time, and how long you have practiced, how many people can you have such an accomplishment, how many people are envied."

"That's true." Ouyang Yanyan nodded.

Then she grabbed Zhang Yu and had to continue drawing symbols.

Thunder Temple.

This is an ancient temple with a thousand years of age, and its incense is flourishing.

On weekdays, a large number of believers will come to offer incense, and some people will even stay here at night to catch the first incense. It's been this way for many years.

But tonight, Leiming Temple was very quiet, there was no movement at all. The reason is simple, naturally it is to wait for Zhang Yu to come. It is not difficult to imagine that with Zhang Yu's ability to kill Fa Jiang, it will be a battle between dragons and tigers.

Leiming Temple didn't want to make too much noise, so it declined to entertain guests during the day. Not only that, but the monks in the temple can also have a holiday today. Not all monks in these years are really monks, many of them are professional monks.

The domestic monk profession has always been regarded as a long-lasting special golden rice bowl. The job is not heavy, and the annual salary is higher than that of white-collar workers. Every year, many fresh graduates with high academic qualifications flock to it.

Just like the monks in Leiming Temple, they include food and accommodation with a monthly salary of 4,000 and an 8-hour work system. They pay hourly travel subsidies for on-site business trips. Bonuses are added depending on the amount of sesame oil. After three years of work, the salary is doubled, and after get off work Do not interfere in private life afterwards.

If it's really fighting, God knows how much noise will be made, don't call the police there at that time, the monk at home will call the police first.

The secrets in the temple can only be known to the disciples who pass it on, that is, their own people. It is impossible for those professional monks to know.

Right now, there are few people in the front yard of Leiming Temple, and there are no monks with sticks patrolling until the back yard where tourists stop.

Especially in a rockery, there can be more than 30 monks surrounded. They are cautious and don't know why they stay there?

The rockery naturally has its secret here, and there is a passage under the rockery. On both sides of the passage, like a cell, there are railings of the thickness of a fist. Inside the railing, there were more than a dozen young women, all of whom looked a little bit charming, helpless and haggard.

There is more than one cell here. Walking down the passage, there are twenty cells on the left and right sides, and there are countless women in the prison.

There were more than twenty monks walking back and forth in the corridor, looking at the women in the cell from time to time, with a smirk on their faces. These women are hidden in their dishes.

In the innermost part of the passage, there are two large iron doors on both sides of the left side. It can be seen that it should be a more advanced cell.

In the cell on the left, there are two middle-aged fat monks sitting, and opposite the monks is a wonderful picture. Meng Xing'er sat on the haystack, wearing black pajamas, she looked a little haggard and panic.

The pajamas clung to her body. It was wet and hot. The sweat had already soaked the pajamas, showing the exquisite curves. She is naturally charming, even if she is haggard and frightened, she does not have a style.

The two fat monks were hot and greasy. Looking at the charming people in front of them, they were even more horrified.

"Brother...It's really hot here, how long have we both been sitting here..." Monk Jia scratched his bald head.

"Didn't the master have said that, if you want to be optimistic about this woman, you must not miss the slightest bit, and then we must be good." Monk B said.

"There are three out of three floors here. There can be mistakes, and she can grow wings and fail to fly. I am not aggrieved, mainly facing such a woman, which is really unbearable. She looks so real. Sao, I've been so hard for a long time... I'm going to die... Or look at her, how can I sweat so much..." Monk Jia said, and smacked his lips.

"It's true... It's so overwhelming... If you go to bed, it's probably going to be endless..." Monk B said.

The monk can say such things, which shows what he can do on weekdays.

Meng Xing'er couldn't help playing drums after hearing these two people's arguments.

I don’t want to, the more I am afraid of something, I just listened to Monk Jia suddenly saying tentatively: "Brother, I think otherwise, let's try... see how many waves there can be..."