Everyone has some excitement.

For example, some people like towering breasts, some like round buttocks, and some like slender thighs.

Everyone is also interested in disappearing.

For example, some people can’t stand the laughter, some people can’t stand the interruption, some people can’t stand the…no hair.

When Qian Yiqun threw the charming girl on the bed, he had already unbuttoned the buttons of his outer robe... Suddenly, he seemed to have been imposed on his body, and his expression was frozen and he didn't move at all.

The girl's wig fell on a piece, revealing her smooth scalp.

As everyone, Qian Yiqun’s pickyness towards women is almost as good as Confucius’s pickyness in food. His identity has been reluctant to break through, so why is the reason for his quiet heart? It is purely because he dislikes the rustic spirit of prostitutes. Yang Ai and the others are too young, Xu Fo and Li Zhenli have a deep relationship with each other, and even more like partners... I finally met a palatable one, but I had no hair!

The fire went out in an instant.

Seeing that Qian Yiqun was still, the girl quickly pulled up her head hood and said displeased: "Since you don't love this scalp, why should you come here?"

Qian Yiqun slowly put on his clothes, straightened his headscarf, looked for a drum stool to sit down, and said in a loss: "Xiao is here to meditate and ask the Buddha."

"Stop coaxing the ghost with these words!" The girl had already reached the point of being moved, but Qian Yiqun backed down and couldn't help but feel angry.

Qian Yiqun threw out a ingot of silver and said, "Take me a walk in the temple."

The girl heard the silver fall on the bed and thought for the first time, and she held it in her palm like lightning. She weighed it slightly, and it was a full ten taels! This weight was enough to make her turn angry and happy. She smiled and said in a coquettish voice: "Young Master has such a good mood, how can I not follow me?" She immediately put away the silver, tidy up her clothes, and led Qian Yiqun out.

The two walked in the temple. Qian Yiqun shook the fan without a face in the cold wind and recited a long tone: "The clouds and water in the Han Temple are boring, the moon and plum blossoms are so bright. It's really poetic!"

The girl looked up at the sky. A waning moon was blurry and looked dirty and ragged. She asked, "Where are plum blossoms?"

"Are you inconvenient? Hahaha!" Qian Yiqun laughed with a slap in the head of the girl's nose.

The girl laughed with her and added a footnote to her heart: Let's be stunned.

Qian Yiqun asked about the buildings on both sides as he walked. Although the girl was impatient, she still wanted to explain one by one for money. Qian Yiqun came prepared and kept it in mind. After walking the road, he said, "Good sister, I still can't bear to leave you."

"I'm not guarding my words," the girl became interested again and said to Qian Yiqun.

"You go upstairs first, I'll go to the toilet and come." Qian Yiqun gently pinched the girl's little hand and said endlessly tenderly.

The girl believed it and pretended to be shy and said, "Hurry up, little boy." After that, she passed the moon gate and headed upstairs.

When Qian Yiqun saw her passing the Moon Gate, he turned around and walked all the way to the Sutra Hall. When he saw that the door had a huge copper lock, he pulled out the ancient sword and stabbed it into the door panel. He just dug out the lock ring like to prickly tofu, and placed it gently on the ground without any sound.

There was a musty smell in the Sutra Pavilion, and it was obviously not cleaned for many days.

Qian Yiqun pushed the door and entered, his sword slashed and pulled, and the lock of the bookcase was immediately destroyed. It turns out that he only guarded against gentlemen and not to steal scholars.

In the darkness, Qian Yiqun didn't care about the scriptures and pulled them into the golden scale basket. Just like a bank robber robbed money, a cabinet of scriptures was left in a few breaths. Xuehua Temple changed its career to Jiyuan at night, and there was not even a night patrol woman, which was just convenient for Qian Yiqun to search one by one.

Qian Yiqun's Sutra Pavilion was two floors above and below, and soon even the books on the second floor swept across. Seeing that there were only a few bookcases left, Qian Yiqun's men moved faster.

Suddenly, several curly yellow rice paper did not fall into the golden scale basket and scattered all over the ground.

Qian Yiqun was so surprised that he bent down and put away the rice paper on the ground, facing the dizzy moonlight outside. He saw that the twisted and weird words were written on it, which were definitely not owned by Middle Earth. He rolled up the folded rice paper and tried to stuff it into the golden scale basket, but it actually hit the bottom, but he couldn't get it in.

——I can’t even collect this golden scale basket, it must be a good treasure.

Qian Yiqun was greatly inspired and put this stack of scriptures into his arms and continued his "borrowing" work. However, there was no such opportunity in the remaining books, which shows that this scripture is absolutely extraordinary.

After putting away the scriptures, Qian Yiqun naturally did not want to linger in Xuehua Temple. He jumped out of the second floor window and landed on the top of the wall. He squatted and bounced, and the person had already turned over. As soon as he landed on the ground, Qian Yiqun saw a familiar figure, which happened to be hidden at the corner of the wall.

Although the appearance was dark and could not be seen clearly, the figure was deeply impressed by Qian Yiqun's mind.

It was the Baimei Ancestor who fought with Qian Yiqun in the Jade Gou Cave Heaven that day!

——It turns out that the old guy still stayed in Yangzhou City after he escaped from the cave. But what did he do here? Could it be that he was also here to prostitution nuns?

Qian Yiqun knew that there were all kinds of strange sexual fetishes in this world, which were far from normal people could understand, but he still suspected that the old monster came here not to find a bald man to vent. It was useless to think too much, Qian Yiqun quickly followed and peeked at the corner of the wall. He saw the white-eyed ancestor knocking on the door and raising his legs in.

Qian Yiqun replaced Zhang Wenjin with Wen Guangzu's face, stepped forward and knocked on the door.

"Young master, do you have a familiar sister?" The healthy woman at the door felt that the man was dressed in a familiar face, but his face was absolutely similar. She only thought she was wearing the same clothes and asked in a good voice.

Qian Yiqun touched her two cents of the money and said, "I made an appointment, just go in by myself."

The healthy woman took the money and took advantage of the blessing.

Qian Yiqun walked forward and backward as he stepped on the shadow of the Baimei Ancestor. Baimei Ancestor hugged a sister in his arms, and only unrestrained laughter came out along the way, without the shadow of being defeated from the underworld.

The Xuan Cultivator was sensitive and if he was stared at, he would inevitably look back subconsciously. Qian Yiqun was afraid that he would feel it, so he only stared at his feet along the way, and did not dare to follow him upstairs. He retreated to the other side of the building and remembered which door he had entered.

Qian Yiqun saw that there were only lights and no one in the room on the left side of the door. He guessed that the owner might be waiting for the guest in front of him, so he stepped up and pushed the door in carelessly. Even if he was caught, he said he had gone to the wrong room. In order to prepare for a way out, he changed to Zhang Wenjin as soon as he entered the room, not afraid of others' suspicion.

The second floor is the top floor, and there must be a beam on it. Qian Yiqun lay on the wall and listened for a while, but did not hear a sound at all, so he turned his mind to the beam on the beam. When he was about to step on the bed frame, he heard a creaking sound, but the door opened.

"Who are you?" A nun with a yellow complexion came in, wearing a wide black robe and a warm hat on her head, revealing her clean and shaved temples.

"Enke." Qian Yiqun spit out two words.

"I am not happy today and I am afraid of guests." The aunt turned around and made a gesture of "please leave".

"Will you see the silver?" Qian Yiqun took out an ingot and slapped it on the table.

"I have learned a good flute, why don't you try it?" The nun shook her black clothes and big sleeves, and put away the silver ingots.

Qian Yiqun looked at the scalp without any interest. It was really hard to understand the world of bald head control. He said, "I have a quirk..."

"Little husband... I am a physical donor, not that kind of woman." The nun was stunned.

Bang!

Qian Yiqun patted another ingot of silver on the table.

"Amitabha," the nun happily grabbed the silver, "I will be yours tonight, and I will accompany you whatever you want to play."

"Actually, I'm here to learn kung fu secretly." Qian Yiqun had an idea and pointed to the next door. "My master just came in. I'm afraid he was practicing the yin and yang dual cultivation technique with your sisters! I don't want to alarm him, do you have a way to let me take a look?"

"How is this good..." the nun said shyly, "If other guests know, our reputation here will be broken..."

Qian Yiqun directly took out a ingot of gold that shone in front of her and shook it.

"...But my husband is eager to study, so I have to help you!" said the nun firmly.

Qian Yiqun thought that the nun wanted to walk on the gentleman's way, but she knew that there was another mechanism in Xuehua Temple. The little nun turned the secret lattice on the bed post and heard a click, and the wall behind the bed shrank two inches. She knelt on the bed, raised her butt, and supported her hands. The iron chains vibrated, revealing a low hole half a person tall.

Qian Yiqun is rare and strange. Unexpectedly, Xuehua Temple not only works as a part-time resident, but also has a secret passage! Isn’t this a combination of temples, resident courtyards, and a copycat? How could he know that the place with the most secret passages in the world is probably a monastery.

I don’t know how many people went to the temple to burn incense. Just because they looked beautiful, the monk from the temple turned the mechanism and flipped the cushion in broad daylight and fell into the monk’s net. The family could never find it again.

I don’t know how many temples are famous for their children, which are specially prepared for the trusted women who come to pray for their children, and stayed for a few days in the name of rituals. In the middle of the night, a monk came in from the secret door and had a good time with the trusted women. Often the trusted women had already had a meal and tea, and they thought it was a dream. After the rituals of the trusted women were finished, they would naturally be pregnant when they returned home.

As the examiners, Xiao Tang dared not slander the Three Jewels. However, in the end of the Five Turbidities, evil demons used monks to deceive people's hearts. Not to mention the distant ones, after the founding of the 49th century, there were many evil monks and demons shot everywhere, with many evil deeds and conclusive evidence. Interested examiners can search for local stories, and they will not be separated from ten.

The book goes back to the main story, but Qian Yiqun crawled into the secret passage and saw an oil lamp hanging inside, which was a wide and narrow path for a person, and it was easy to see from beginning to end.

The nun also came in, pushed Qian Yiqun's shoulder, and whispered: "Ji, it's the front."

Qian Yiqun walked over and saw a brick platform, about the same height as the bed. He got on the platform, and there was a secret lattice at the same place as his eyes. He moved away from the cover and looked out, but it was a slope, with a net-shaped cover on the other end, and he happened to see the panoramic view of the bed from a high place.

Qian Yiqun couldn't help but admire: This design is really exquisite. First, it is only popular for men and women, so customers can't see this grid at will. Second, even if the guests lie on their backs, the grid must be as pink as the wall, and it is not easy to be discovered.

The only problem is that this peeping hole can only see on the bed, not under the bed.
Chapter completed!