Chapter 2783： Offense (1/2)
Women and monks have never been a combination.
When the two really appear together, they will be imaginative.
Jiang Chen is no exception.
Especially this woman is beautiful, with a straight nose and a cherry mouth.
Especially the eyebrows, there seems to be millions of styles.
When glaring at Jiang Chen, he revealed a bit of sternness.
She is not a young girl of about 30 years old, but her skin is white and delicate.
The slender figure is a must.
Few flaws can be spotted, and the magnificent scenery on the chest made Jiang Chen's eyes stay for a while.
The white battle suit outlines the perfect curve and is light and agile.
Standing with a group of monks is like a fairy fairy.
”Fomen is not only bald now, but is it beginning to produce beautiful women?” Jiang Chen smiled lightly.
The woman snorted coldly, seemingly dissatisfied with this remark, but her eyes were significantly less hostile.
”Fomen learns from the first to the first, and women are not suitable, so there are almost no female disciples.”
”But somehow, some temples have adopted the rule of accepting only men and not women.”
”However, my Buddha upholds equality of all things, how can he care about men and women.”
Said the old monk.
He is serious and wants to make Jiang Chen clear.
”You don't have to say that much.”
The woman whispered coldly, ”Give up the clear bottle and confess your sins, and we can forgive you.”
”The girl's anger is so obvious, didn't she break the commandment?” Jiang Chen said.
Greed, stubbornness, idiot.
The three poisons of Buddha's gate, also known as three scales and three fires.
Corresponds to the three dead bodies in the gate.
”Being free from anger to interfere with your heart is naturally not an offense. On the contrary, your heart is clearly angry, and you still need to appear calm to be an offense.
The woman's long, narrow eyes glanced at Jiang Chen, ”You really know something about Buddhism.”
”Jiang Chen, the pure bottle is my treasured treasure. You return it to us. What happened on the first floor will never be blame.” Said the old monk.
”No blame in the past? You killed a lot of people.” Jiang Chen intentionally angered the monks to see their reactions.
The old monk united his hands, meditated on the Buddha's name, and looked sad.
The woman was full of anger and shouted, ”I Buddha is merciful. Give you a chance. What more can you say?”
”Xian Youxin was born, this girl had better not distinguish whether her heart was affected.” Jiang Chen said.
”Ha ha.”
The woman laughed like a silver bell, her anger disappeared, but her eyes seemed to kill.
”The battle in the underworld is the misfortune of life, but it is helpless.”
The old monk said: ”Whether you kill us or we kill you, there will be no cause and effect afterwards.”
”Is this open-minded?”
Jiang Chen felt funny.
Women and old monks are in sharp contrast.
He froze at the thought of what the Buddhists on the first floor did.
”Don't try to get your hands dirty. If it weren't for us, you would have been killed by the ghosts.”
The woman looked at the clues and said with a smile: ”Someone should be entangled with you, right? Give us the clean bottle and we will help you solve it.”
”No need, I have solved it.”
”impossible.”
The woman shook her head, not convinced at all, ”You haven't even reached the quasi-god, how can you kill the quasi-god?”
”I don't have to explain it to you.”
Said, Jiang Chen reached into his arms and took out the pure bottle.
The small bottle was taken out, and the eyes of the Buddhas around him became fiery.
Even the old monk's squinting eyes widened.
”This thing can purify all the energy of the world.
Jiang Chen laughed: ”No wonder you want to take it back.”
”What does it mean to take it back, our name is to take it back.” The woman corrected him.