The insects and birds are singing, and the woods are deep, and the mottled light and shadows fall on the body and break and reorganize.

"The tiger has something."

Liangqu stepped on the stone steps and suddenly opened his mouth when he took half a step.

"Is there something?" Bai Wu's hand threw away the sour berries. The little Mirage Dragon held the otter and opened it, swung his tail and flew up to ask, "Boss, what's there?"

Liang Qu continued to pick up the steps: "After she said one sentence, I owe three favors."

"Three?" Long Eying turned her head.

"How many do you think?" Liang Qu asked back.

"two."

"Which two?"

Long Eying stood up two fingers.

"First, the White Tiger King pointed out that the Sutra Library "Mahahahahahahaha" itself possesses feelings; second, it is related to the reputation of the master. She suffered a grievance in her mouth. If something is a little tricky in the future, she promised to clarify and avoid suspicion.

If you don't agree, it will be spread out. It is suspected that it is because of the left hand and the right hand. It is even more disgusting. The matter of 100 taels has increased interest out of thin air, and it has increased to 12 or even 13."

Liang Qu grabbed Eying's hand, showed his third ring finger, and gently pinched it.

"Third, the tiger deliberately raised the value of the martial arts in the cave. Only the tiger clan can practice the martial arts. The golden-haired tiger itself does not need to be remembered. It is still engraved in the cave openly. The hedgehogs know all the bats and hedgehogs, freely entering and leaving, and it doesn't matter if it is seen.

She came out to obstruct me when I finished reading it. In fact, she wanted me to think that the leakage of the martial arts was more valuable than finding faults from this matter. She deliberately blocked the time. So, for this one hundred taels, I would first change the cost to one hundred and two, count the interest, and I would need to pay 145 to one hundred and five."

"Yes." Long Eying thought, closing her three fingers, "I forgot about this."

Baihu kept saying that she came because of the monsters in the mountains calling for help, but she was slowly swaying in her behavior, and she was strolling in the garden.

It's really dangerous, the golden-retriever tiger grave grass should have fluttered in the wind.

Long Yao, Long Li's eyes were filled with circles.

"Sister Eying, is it that complicated?"

"Aren't you two smart dragon girls second only to Eying?" Liang Qu despised, "But Er, it turns out that my wife is the only one of the Dragon Humans who passes the qualification?"

call!

Long Yao and Long Li's cheeks bulged into a frog.

"Oh, the world is getting worse." Liang Qu looked up and looked through the forest. "A Buddhist guardian beast has so many eyes, it's so vulgar! It's so vulgar! My wife, go, continue to dig bamboo shoots, and go to the Sutra Pavilion to help me flip through it in the evening so that my left and right ministers can get ashore as soon as possible!"

not good!

The little mirage dragon is worried.

When Fatty Si was mixed in the water, he was still without a dragon. He was vulgar and barbaric, and he was slandering and charming. In the future, he practiced hard skills and ran ashore. Isn’t there a day of peace in his house?

Outings will lead to a big disaster!

"Ding ding ding ding ~"

In the cave of Weihu Mountain, the hedgehog groped into the fruit plate, pierced on his back, filled in the consumption, and the bat hanged upside down,

The sharp claws flipped the book, Gao Nian's new chapter of "The Biography of the Mountain Lord" in the foot of the mountain, under the stone pedal, the boar and the little elephant hit the ground and charged and collided.

The golden-retriever tiger lies against the stone chair and pulls the bell, having a great time.

The white tiger sighed lightly.

"What's wrong, why are you sighing?" The golden tiger sat upright.

"It's okay, Hu'er, you can keep playing."

The golden-retriever tiger scratched his head and felt a little strange, but when he saw that his mother was powerless, he felt sad.

Being a king cannot share the worries of your mother.

Why.

"Ding ding ding ding ~"

"By the way, where is my demon subduing?" The golden tiger looked around.

The boar and the baby elephant stopped colliding, facing each other.

In the hanging temple, Bodhi leaves flipped and fell, ripples on the lake surface, star apes waving their big bone rods, tigers and tigers bring wind,

All kinds of movements are like an antelope hanging on its horns, which is amazing, and scared, and humbly asking for advice.

"The name is not very good, just use it improvised. If you have to take a name, you can call it the dog beater!" Xing Yuan handed over the demon.

Good name!

Scarface deeply agreed. It took over the demon subduing, imitated the posture of a star ape, and waved the stick.

"No, right, move the left foot position five cents right! Use attack instead of defense!"

One otter on both sides.

Sunset at dusk.

The otter woke up quietly, and the room was empty, and only the faint pain in the back of the head reminded it what was going on.

Six sticks in one hand!

Come and cheat, come and attack!

Alas.

The big beaver pushed the door open and the otter opened his confused eyes and suddenly became stronger. He lifted the quilt out of the bed, pulled the big beaver and rushed out of the door, and then rang the door of the wing.

"Zen Staff? What do you do with a Zen Staff?"

Lu Gang put down the wooden board and saw the otter spreading on his head, and two big words were erected again.

"arms!"

The otter looked at the big beaver. The big beaver took out the mezzanine of his belly and turned out three heavy gold pieces of dog heads.

"I am not familiar with the place, so there is no stove."

Lu Gang is in trouble.

In addition, why do you need to use the Zen stick style for a weapon? Which one is not good for swords, guns, swords and halberds?

Sutra Pavilion.

Incense lingers.

The monk was sitting at his desk and flipping the book and studying it carefully.

I went out for a day and watched Liangqu, which was eating a meaty meal at the foot of the mountain for a while, but I didn't see anyone outside the Sutra Pavilion.

The bald monk who pointed out the scars of the rings, but he had come, and the White Tiger King would not be aimless. He came to the door with a shameless face and came to the door and found a case: "Master, I want to go up to the third floor to see it, can I?"

Monk Shoujing raised his eyebrows and stared at Liangqu for a moment, and took out a waist sign from the drawer.

"The third floor classics must be cleaned before reading them. Do not neglect them. Without permission, you must not comment on them privately. Unless the abbot allows you to take them away, you can't take them away. You can't copy them. There are tables in the building and brushwork. As for the real art of martial arts,

Donor Liang can answer the right question."

"Answer the question? What's the question?"

"You will know by turning the book."

The monk Shoujing didn’t say much, and Liangqu didn’t ask much.

At least the process is easier than expected. As the only "haired alien" in the Sutra Pavilion, he took a white jade crown on his head and climbed to the third floor with a sign.

There was another monk searching his body and changing his shoes at the entrance of the third floor. All the pendants were taken off and locked in the drawer.

Compared with the first and second floors, there are a lot fewer people on the third floor.

There are many bookshelf and few tables. In the misty incense, monks can be seen reading them in scattered areas.

While it’s still dark, it’s time to go to the third row to find books.

"Mahahahahahahahahahahahaha"—"

Ten lines at a glance.

"Finished!"

Liang Qu's eyes were on the third row and the third row, with eight complete pieces, and the dictionaries were generally thick and different, including the beasts and the birds. He dug out one of the thick books with gold-toned characters. At this point, no one came to stop them. He thought everything would go well.

Just opened.

An invisible force pulled the book, as if a hand was firmly holding the book.

The eight gold-plated characters "Mahahahahahashi Temple·Big Fish" are suddenly distorted, twisted into three lines of golden small characters and three lines of small characters.

"When you were fishing, did you ever see the same tribe crying in the net?"

"On the day when the dragon is transformed, would you like to leave a scale to conquer the river?"

"If you have achieved the Arhat fruit, should you eat your fisherman first, or the shrimps you eat?"

"Ask a reply."

"Answer two is worthy of honor."

"Answer three can be commented with pen."

"The monk Shujing said that he could tell from the book that this is what it means. The master's will is attached to the true technique, and the smart lock is still a problem of fish.

Liang Qu sat cross-legged on the ground, not daring to violently dismantle books.

He thought for a long time, found out his spirit, blended with it, and tried to answer the previous question.

"Those who cry are because their karma has not disappeared. Should disciples help them enter the samsara early?

"Do you want to become a demon?"

The golden characters twisted, and a big mistake appeared before my eyes, and I was scolded.

never mind.

Change one.

It's not bright in the east and the west.

"If you leave a scale, you can prove your compassion. Would you leave a thousand scales to cast a pagoda?"

"Utilitarian! All the scales are greedy water ghosts, and they will retaliate against the creatures in rivers. Do you want to become a demon?"

wrong!

Wrong again!

Damn it.

Liangqu looked at the last question.

Choose one, there will be no problem, right?

"Send the fisherman first because his sins are even more serious!"

"It is natural for fishermen to catch fish and fill their stomachs. You are the devil who should cut off flesh and bones, and the fishermen can share it."

"Then you should first settle the shrimp group, repay the past killing karma and then discuss other things!"

"Suppression or liquidation?"

"Salvation!"

"A shrimp breaks a piece of fish bones, and both body and spirit are destroyed. There is a demon in the world, so happy."

"Then liquidate!"

"Devil!"

Try multiple times.

Without any response, a "warning" even popped up in his mind!

Liang Qu stuffed the books back into the bookshelf and left the house straight away.

A quarter of an hour later.
Chapter completed!