After the abusive husband became enlightened, the fox demon master turned black

Huang Cuihua galloped all the way, "Don't worry, it's up to me."

She turned left and right, quickly throwing away the monks chasing behind her, and led Sang Mo into the smallest Buddhist hall.

The place was very desolate, with fallen leaves covering the steps and snow that had not melted in winter in the corners.

Huang Cuihua raised her hand and groped under the Buddha statue, as if looking for some switch.

"That's it." Huang Cuihua said, suddenly pressing hard.

The Buddha statue turned around and a hole appeared in the base.

She quickly jumped into the hole with Sang Mo.

Sang Mo looked up and saw the Buddha statue above his head automatically turning back to its original place.

"How did you know I was here?"

Huang Cuihua carried her into a tunnel, "A sister told me."

"What sisters?" Sang Mo asked confused.

Huang Cuihua glanced at Sang Mo warily, "How can I tell you this?"

"She said that there was a little girl from Changli Mountain who was given Ruanjin San by the presiding monk at Jinguang Temple and was taken to the dungeon."

"I just thought it was you."

She said as she glanced at Sang Mo and smiled proudly, "Come over and see if it's really you."

Sang Mo felt a little embarrassed. She lowered her head and whispered, "I thought the monk from Jinguang Temple was a good person."

"Who would have thought they were so despicable! They would even put drugs in their food."

Huang Cuihua turned around again, "It's essential to be on guard against others. Don't you even understand this?"

Sang Mo sighed. Guan Nan was so good, so she naturally felt that the Jinguang Temple where Guan Nan was located was also good, and the people inside were not that bad.

I didn't expect that they could drug people and cook people.

Sang Mo felt that his brain was not enough, so he muttered in a low voice: "Human beings are so complicated."

Huang Cuihua looked down at her in surprise when she heard this, "Are you not a human being?"

"Ah?" Sang Mo knew he had made a mistake and quickly explained: "Although I am a human being, it can't stop me from scolding human beings."

Huang Cuihua didn't ask any more questions, just said: "What about your handsome friend?"

"What handsome friend?" Sang Mo asked.

Huang Cuihua didn't know what she thought of, with a smile on her lips, "That little monk who is shirtless, has nice muscles, and a pretty face."

Only then did Sang Mo realize who she was talking about, and he immediately cursed: "You pervert! I'm a monk."

"Yo yo yo, I'm worried now. Don't worry, I won't compete with you."

Sang Mo hurriedly explained, "No, he and I are just friends."

"You are a bit heartless. I will die for you." Huang Cuihua said teasingly.

Sang Mo was also a little stunned for a moment. He didn't know what kind of riddle this little bald donkey was playing. He must ask him carefully when he sees him next time.

The two of them got out from under a big willow tree. Huang Cuihua threw Sang Mo onto the mound, gasping for air.

"You want to treat me to chicken."

Sang Mo's face was bloodshot, and he took a long breath, "Can't you hold me properly? I'm about to spit out my dinner."

"You still picked it!" Huang Cuihua slapped her forehead angrily, "I'm so tired that I vomited out bile!"

"If it weren't for me, you would be stewed into human flesh soup now."

Sang Mo leaned softly on the mound, "Ah, okay, isn't it just a chicken? I'll treat you to a whole chicken feast."    "But, can you help me with this Ruanjin San?"

The cold air of early spring has not dissipated, and it is already dusk. Sang Mo shivered when the evening wind blew.

Huang Cuihua came over and pressed Sang Mo back and forth.

At the last moment, Sang Mo suddenly reached out and grabbed Huang Cuihua's hand, "Why are you still attacking your breasts?"

Huang Cuihua slapped her hand away and pressed a little harder on the acupuncture point on her chest, "Fuck you, I only like fair and tender young men."

Sang Mo arched his back in pain, "Hey Cuihua, can't we be gentler? You've made my breasts smaller, will I still be able to find a husband in the future?"

"Are you still looking for a husband? There are so many beautiful men, why don't you just pick one." She said and suddenly laughed obscenely, "I think that little monk is good."

Sang Mo sat on the mound and rubbed his stiff legs, "He is a monk, and monks are not close to women."

When Huang Cuihua heard this, she suddenly smiled and said, "That means I can go flirt with him?"

Sang Mo waved his hand, "Whatever."

Sang Mo meditated for a while, and after feeling the spiritual power in his body recovered, he picked up his sword and headed back to Jinguang Temple.

Huang Cuihua grabbed her and asked, "What are you going to do?"

"Go and save the little monk! If you don't rescue him, how can you flirt with him?"

Huang Cuihua heard the words and looked up at the rising moon in the sky, "Wait for now, it's not too late to go after the moon is in the sky."

Seeing that Sang Mo didn't move, she said again: "What are you worried about? He is a Buddhist and his life is valuable. The old monk will not kill him even if he kills anyone."

Sang Mo said: "I know, but why do you have to wait until the moon is empty before going?"

Huang Cuihua hesitated and turned away, "Why are you asking so many questions? I won't harm you."

Sang Mo looked suspicious, "Why do I think you are hiding something from me?"

"Why do you care so much? That's my other sister's business, I can't tell you."

Seeing her like this, Sang Mo stopped asking.

After the moon was hollow, the two got into the tunnel again.

When he arrived at Jinguang Temple, Sang Mo found that there were indeed many fewer guards.

The two sneaked into the dungeon, and there were only two people guarding it.

It was very dark in the dungeon. Sang Mo stepped forward and quickly covered the mouth of one of them, wiped his neck cleanly, and before waiting for the other person to react, he threw his sword and pierced the man's throat.

After doing all this, she pushed away the corpse in her arms, clapped her hands and called back the sword.

Guan Nan couldn't help but sigh when he looked at the bloody scene in front of him, but he didn't say anything.

Sang Mo walked over and cut off the chains that tied him.

Huang Cuihua pushed Sang Mo away and caught Guan Nan who was about to fall.

"The eminent monk has really suffered." She supported Guan Nan considerately, while her other hand dishonestly touched Guan Nan's abdominal muscles.

Sang Mo was pushed so hard that she almost fell to the ground. She turned away angrily and cursed in a low voice: "Perverts are not afraid to touch blood on their hands."

Guan Nan's limbs were weak, so he used all his strength to grab Huang Cuihua's dishonest hand, "Donor, please respect yourself."

Huang Cuihua froze, raised her head and looked into Guan Nan's eyes with her wet almond eyes, and said with tears in her eyes: "Master, how could you miss me so much? I just want to check on Master's injury."

Guan Nan was stunned for a moment, and thought to himself: It turns out that I am dirty. It will not be easy for others if their sincerity is doubted.

"This is a poor monk who treats a gentleman with a villain's heart. Please don't worry about it."

Huang Cuihua put on an innocent expression, nodded, and once again put her hand on Guan Nan's thin waist. Beauty has already bloomed in my heart: Hehe, this little monk is so funny.