Daming Super Daddy

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Just as soon as we entered, we saw a monk with a solemn treasure face, sitting on the futon in knotted lotus, and the old monk fell into meditation.

"May I ask who the benefactor is, and which benefactor ordered him, and why did he go to the small temple?" The old monk asked kindly without raising his eyes.

Huang San didn't answer the old monk's words, but asked instead: "You are the abbot of this Baocha Temple, Great Monk Yuankun?"

The old monk finally opened his eyes, but still half-closed his eyes, and said with emotion: "Amitabha, I didn't expect that the poor monk has lived in seclusion for many years, and there is still a benefactor who remembers the name of the poor monk! Yuanjue, prepare a futon for this benefactor!"

The old monk's voice was full of vicissitudes. If an outsider did not know the real face of the old monk Yuan Kun, he might really believe that the old monk was a profound master of Buddhism.

Hearing Yuan Kun's words, Huang San suddenly laughed.

What surprised Yuan Kun was, why did Huang San's smile look a little ferocious in it?

Just when he was about to say something, Huang San said: "Since you didn't find the wrong person, then you are right!"

Yuan Kun's face twitched slightly, his eyes finally opened completely, and he said, "This benefactor, I don't know..."

The old monk Yuan Kun stopped in the middle of his words.

There is no way to stop!

Huang Sanyi waved his hand, and the four tall and thick young men immediately grabbed the young monks and threw them to the corner, then Huang San stepped forward and grabbed the old monk from the futon.

"Benefactor, benefactor...you have to do something, put the poor monk down quickly!" Yuan Kun was scared to death by Huang San, and yelled in a panic.

"Come, come, gag him first!" Huang San greeted his soldiers.

Immediately, a soldier pulled out a roll of dirty rags from his sleeve, and put it on Yuan Kun's mouth.

"Alas, alas, you are persecuting, the poor monk is going to sue the officials, the poor monk is going to sue the officials!" Yuan Kun was almost fainted by this smelly rag, how could he look at this rag? How does it look like a foot wrap?

"I'm an official, report your sister's official!" Huang San patted the old monk Yuan Kun's cheek hard, then rolled up his sleeves, "Give me his monk's robe!"

"what!"

The two soldiers driving Yuan Kun were a little stunned, what is the third brother going to do?Could it be that the third brother suffers from the habit of breaking sleeves and is so masculine?

Thinking of this, the four soldiers in the room shivered tremblingly. (To be continued.)

Chapter 2 What is this called?

"What are you looking at, hurry up and take it off?" Huang San looked at the eyes of the two subordinates looking at him that seemed wrong, didn't think elsewhere, and urged him directly.

"Woooooooo..."

This time the old monk Yuan Kun was really scared, he struggled frantically, kicking and kicking under his body indiscriminately, trying to break free from the oppression of the soldiers.

"Be honest!" Huang San would not be polite to the old monk, and directly slapped Yuan Kun's bald head.

How strong is Huang San's hand? Although he controlled his strength, Yuan Kun was stunned by this blow.

"Take it off, don't let me say it a third time!" Huang San didn't want to take on this job at all, seeing how uneasy his soldiers were, Huang San's temper became a little irritable.

"Oh, yes, third brother!"

Although the two soldiers were still a little scared in their hearts, they still followed Huang San's order faithfully, but the expressions on their faces were rather tangled, the willingness and unwillingness made people uncomfortable.

He stripped off the two layers of robes worn by the old monk Yuan Kun, exposing his gauzy body behind.

Hey, this old man really knows how to take care of himself. Although he doesn't have abdominal muscles, he doesn't have much fat on his stomach. Maybe he's getting old, and the blood vessels on his body are almost clearly visible.

He found a few futons and threw them on a big table, and then several soldiers laid Yuan Kun on the futons and pressed them down.

"Woooo..."

Yuan Kun lay straight on the futon, whimpering, and struggling with all his limbs at the same time, looking a little sad like that.

Several young novice monks were tied together and thrown in a corner.

Looking at the misery and desolation of the abbot at this time, the expressions on each of their faces were not very good, and they were afraid that they would be the next to suffer this kind of treatment.

……

The "beautiful and charming" situation imagined by the soldiers did not appear, Huang San put his hand into his arms, and when he stretched out again, there was a small cloth bag in his hand.

When it was opened, it turned out to be full of slender silver needles.

Holding a small cloth bag full of silver needles in his hand, Huang San walked up to Yuan Kun and said with a smile: "Old thief Yuan Kun is bald, this time you are unlucky, if you want to blame it, you can't do fortune-telling anywhere, you have to In Fufeng County!"

The faces of the people in the room changed again, and they thought: Could it be that the third brother has to use silver needles to have fun before he can achieve the goodness of Longyang?

Damn, it's too scary, right?

"Wuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..." Yuan Kun looked at Huang San who was standing beside him, with fear in his eyes.

"Master Yuan Kun, although you don't have much real talent, but to be honest, your good fortune-telling skills, although not accurate, are still useful!" Huang San slowly pulled out a silver needle and said.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..." This was about to start, and Yuan Kun was almost scared to pee.

"Third brother, you'd better hurry up and get things done! Hurry up and finish the job, and our brothers will be at ease." A soldier beside him couldn't bear it anymore and began to urge him.

He really didn't want to see the next scene, men torturing men!

Huang San gave the soldier a hard look, then aimed at Yuan Kun's Zhishi acupoint, twisting and piercing the silver needle.

At the beginning, Yuan Kun didn't feel much, but after a cup of tea, the expression on Yuan Kun's face suddenly became cheerful, and an uncontrollable sound came out of his throat.

"Heh...hehehe..."

Yuan Kun's voice was deep, but it was obvious that the old monk was laughing, and he was laughing happily.

"Is it a good laugh?" Huang San looked at Yuan Kun's expression, stretched out his finger and flicked the end of Na Yinzhen lightly.

Ever since, the silver needle began to shake violently.

"Hehehe..."

Yuan Kun laughed even more cheerfully, he was out of breath when he laughed, tears flowed down his face, and heh-heh sounded continuously.

Huang San sneered and said: "I visited the people who you once told your fortune, but I didn't expect you, an old thief, to have a high reputation in the hearts of the people! Out of ten people, at least six or seven people look very good. Accurate. Although your fortune-telling is also a handicraft, it is a low-level job after all."

Snapped!

When talking about this, Huang San flicked the silver needle again, and said: "I tell you, this time my prince thinks highly of you, and wants to use you to do a great job! This time, I just want to remind you first, call You are obedient and know what to say and what not to say!"

call!

Hearing Huang San's words, everyone present breathed a sigh of relief.