Chapter 15 Red Sleeve Knife

The monk laughed and said, "The official came here tonight for a woman, a good-looking woman."

The official nodded outside, filled himself with three cups and drank it all at once.

The four people outside the window are curious. How can there be a woman in the monk temple? Could it be that the monk of Huoyun Temple did evil and robbed halfway?

The monk's face was full of flesh, and he couldn't help rolling as his smile changed. At night, he looked out of the window and wanted to vomit.

The official said with a straight face: "I'm here to teach the traitor dancer Hongxiu, and I hope Master Chen won't refuse."

As soon as this statement came out, except for Mr. Mingyue outside the window, the three women's faces changed color. Mingyue doubtfully said, "Hey! Who is the red sleeve? You traitors of Confucianism?"

The dark night left a white moon and didn't answer.

Master Chen looked embarrassed and said in surprise, "How did Shangguan know that the red-sleeved knife was in the temple?"

Yuan waved his hand and said, "I don't tell lies in front of the real person. The officials are right. The red-sleeved female Tan Yue is indeed in this temple. Naturally, we dare not hide the traitors of your religion, and my brothers dare not refuse."

The official said with great joy, "It's so good. Hurry up and tie up that bitch to see me."

Yuan laughed and said, "Although my brother does not dare to refuse, they rely on the temple. We dare not tie up your Confucian people."

The official's appearance was dark. He looked at the abbot and said coldly, "Are you going to let people go?"

Chen also nod and said, "Let it go, let it go naturally. Come on, inform the red-sleeved female donor and say that the officials want to see her outside."

When the four people outside the window heard the words, they hurriedly hid in the dark. In a short time, they saw two well-known monks leading a woman in red.

I saw the woman's graceful posture, light veil, walking like the wind and willows. Although she did not see her face, her grace was burning, and she could already fall in love with many men.

In the eyes of Mr. Mingyue, it is so wonderful, but in the eyes of the butterfly dance and the dark night fragrance, it is full of fear and surprise, as if you see a poisonous snake and scorpion.

The beautiful woman in red turned into the Tibetan scripture building, and the building was suddenly silent. Mr. Mingyue jumped out of the window and peeked in.

The official laughed: "Okay! Haha, little bitch, I finally met you today. Where are you going?

Red sleeves said sweetly, "It's good here. I won't run."

After saying that, Qiu Bo sent to everyone present. Mr. Mingyue looked dazzlingly out of the window. Although he did not see him, his eyes were flowing, his amorous feelings were dark, and the end was fascinating.

Master Chen can't help chanting Buddha: Amitabha! Sin, sin.

The monks also lowered their heads and dared not look at Hongxiu.

The official said harshly, "Dust! If I take her, what about your temple?

Master Chen lowered his eyebrows and said, "Please benefactor. Laoqi and the disciples will never interfere in the dust."

Red sleeves smiled: " Shangguan Chu! Don't ask. All the monks and brothers in Huoyun Temple are my favorite. I want them not to be difficult for you. Hey hey, old man, if you can get me, my aunt would rather be a little for you.

The official spat fiercely and shouted, "B bitch! Come on! Take down this traitor for me."

Before the words fell, the brocade men brought by Shangguan Chu pulled up their blades one after another and stared at the red sleeves standing fiercely.

Hongxiu said coldly, "Where's your son Shangguan Wuji?" I heard that he was a beautiful man, but unfortunately I didn't see him.

Shangguan Chu was extremely angry and pulled out nine whips and rolled up to the red sleeves like a storm.

The big men attacked Hongxiu with their masters, and the monks in the banquet bowed their heads and recited Buddha, as if they had settled down. Mr. Mingyue couldn't help worrying about her, a weak woman.

I saw Shangguan Chu Jiujie's whip blinking like chasing the wind. Hongxiu said delicately, "Good to come!"

The body flew like a red cloud, like a fairy scattering flowers, brushing a bright knife out of the red sleeves, and even the bright moon secretly cheered. The posture was wonderful. No wonder they also called this demonic and beautiful red sleeve a red sleeve knife.

When I saw the red sleeves, the knife flashed and flashed again, and there was a scream from the Tibetan Sutra building, which was creepy. Looking closely, it was the beginning of the knife light. One person must be stopped and cut off, and even Mr. Mingyue could not see the knife method and figure of the red sleeve.

The person who was cut off gradually turned green. Obviously, he was poisoned by extremely domineering poison. He couldn't help twisting and finally moved. Mr. Mingyue only felt that his heart was sinking.

Shangguan Chu was already sweating profusely at this time. He immediately changed from the initial offensive to defense and couldn't help retreat. With the wonderful light skills, the knife wind could not be cut for a moment.

The monk of Huoyun Temple still bowed his head and recited the scriptures, as if he knew who would win and who would lose. It was also a good thing to read more rebirth mantras before the official died.

Liuxiang outside the window said to the bright moon secretly, "Shangguan Laoer is not the opponent of the red-sleeved knife. We have to save his life."

After saying that, the white and impermanent figure who left fragrance in the dark night flew up and stepped on the window lattice. Mr. Mingyue was helpless and whistled, "Let's go together!"

There was another dead silence in the hall. Shangguan Chu had fallen into the pool of blood, and the red sleeves were no longer dancing. The monks did not read it. They stared at the white impermanence who entered through the window, followed by the black-faced judge dressed as Mr. Mingyue, the jade Guanyin dancing the orchid butterfly dance, and the clown of the colorful ring.

Liuxiang in the dark night finally came a step late. Looking at the body of Shangguan Chu who turned green, he laughed with a hoarse voice: "Red sleeve knife, you are ruthless."

The red-sleeved knife is as white as electricity, and Huo Ran said, "The impermanent ghost? Hey hey!"

Two sneer, two cold light.

In the dark night, Liuxiang was distracted, and the tall hat was cut off by the knife light, revealing the scattered green silk. The monks laughed loudly: "Good knife method! It turned out to be another girl."

Mr. Mingyue looked coldly at the monk in the Tibetan Sutra Building and saw Yu Guanyin and the female white impermanence. One by one, they were greedy and smiled straight. Some even drooled, and there was no such a half-time appearance of the monk.

It turned out that he didn't take action. It was indeed because he was well aware of Shangguan Laoer's martial arts. In addition, Hongxiu had told him in advance that no one did anything. Now he suddenly broke into four ghosts and pretended to be ghosts. He didn't know the depth of martial arts, so they were fierce and had already closed the doors and windows around to catch turtles in the urn.

Laughing: "Where did the female doll come from? I once inquired about where this place is, and I dared to enter the tiger's mouth!" Wonderful!"

Chen also recited the Buddha's name: "Amitabha, if Lao Na is right, it should be the three female benefactors, brothers, kill the black-faced boy first!"

After flying, he grabbed the heavenly spirit of Mr. Mingyue. Mr. Mingyue leaned over and avoided it. When he wanted to move back, he saw the red cloud flashed in front of him, and the red sleeves smiled and said, "Wait! What a boy, I'll take a look first.