The little monk Bujie still did not satisfy Jiang Ping's curiosity and went to see Murong Xianxian, but instead brought him to an unexpected place.

"Hundred Flower Pavilion?"

The radiant archway on his head made Jiang Ping a little uncertain.

Is this...a flower building?

It is commonly known as the brothel.

The little monk Bujie just took him to the gambling house and now he is taking him to the brothel.

I've been innocent in my life and have never visited a building.

Also, are you a monk or me?

The little monk Bujie looked forward to the archway of Tianxiang Pavilion and folded his hands together and chanted the Buddha's name.

"It's here."

The little monk Bujie said with a little holiness, three-point longing, four-point hope, and five-point excitement:

"The Master said that where many female donors who don't like to wear clothes live together, it is the place of paradise in the world and the place of Buddha's hell.

The master also said, if the little monk does not go to hell, who will go to hell?

Today, the little monk is about to go to hell!”

If you go to hell, you will go to hell. Your excited look makes me feel like you are going to heaven.

Jiang Ping held back his old joke and asked.

"Do you have the money?"

The little monk Bujie was stunned: "Silver? The little monk has it."

As he said that, he took out five copper plates from the hexagram embroidered with the word Buddha on his shoulder.

"Is it enough?"

"You think it's the price to go to hell. Isn't everyone a Buddha?"

Jiang Ping said disdainfully.

"What Mr. Jiang said makes sense, but this is all the money from the monk."

The little monk Bujie sighed and said, "It's a pity:

"Master is right. If you don't have money, you can't become a Buddha. The little monk still has to return to secular life as soon as possible."

"But I have money. Let's go, I'll treat you."

Jiang Ping patted the money bag.

Whether it is Tongtian Money House or Royal Silver, he always has thousands of taels of silver notes in his pocket.

Although it is not a big deal, it is still more than enough to invite a monk to visit the flower building.

What's the saying?

The three major irons in life, we pass the window together, carry the gun together, what's the matter together?

After coming out of this Baihua Pavilion again, he and the future Bujue Monk will be Lao Tie.

Wow! Make a profit!

"Amitabha."

A holy light appeared on the face of the little monk Bujie:

"The donor Jiang is really a good person. The little monk will recite the Medicine Buddha Glazed Sutra several times to the donor Jiang while he has not returned to the secular world. He will protect the donor from all diseases and be healthy.

Hell, the little monk is here!"

It is so open and upright that you can make the visit to the kiln.

Jiang Ping is also very impressed.

The two walked into Baihua Pavilion together.

...

Because of the bright day and the sun, there are fewer girls in Baihua Pavilion.

After most of the guests came in, they listened to music seriously, watching the cool-dressed young ladies dancing in the lobby to cheer up their fun.

However, the fragrance of flowers, rouge, and woman's body are everywhere in the space, and it is always reminding guests that this is not a place to eat wine seriously.

Occasionally, some people were attracted by the intimidation and the impatient guest pulled the girl beside him and crawled into the room.

"Wow."

After the young monk Bujie came in, he exclaimed in surprise.

Everything here is so new to him who is just starting out, and he seems to be always ready to open a new door for him.

"Young Master, please come here."

The madam who came up with her was very eye-catching and knew who was the financial owner.

Jiang Ping looked like a familiar guest and directly used silver to open the way, and took a 100-liang silver note on the madam's hand:

"Open me a clean room and prepare hot water. I need to take a good shower.

As for this little master, please treat me well. You can give me whatever he wants. I will make up for it if I am not enough."

"Oh, my master is so generous, don't worry, my master, this little master must have satisfied him and be the best girl."

The madam came and went to see her off and saw her. She was knowledgeable. As soon as she touched the material of the silver note, she immediately confirmed the authenticity. She deliberately lowered her chest and giggled.

Since it is a special service industry, it is much more direct in speaking and doing things.

Not to mention a monk, just a little beggar, as long as the money is given enough, there are a lot of girls who are willing to receive it.

Besides, this monk is so handsome, even more handsome than the rabbit masters raised in the pavilion.

If the madam hadn’t been self-aware and knew that she was old and had a bad sex, she wouldn’t have made the money by making money by the group of waddles. It would be great to just go to it by herself.

"Master Bujie, you can play by yourself, I'll go take a shower."

Jiang Ping finally controlled himself.

He, Mr. Jiang, could not explain his first time in such a place.

Just based on his appearance, in the end, who should pay.

The little monk Bujie nodded and gently touched his bald head, and had already sweated:

"Don't worry, don't worry, the little monk will not be afraid."

...

Half an hour later.

A certain room.

Jiang Ping squinted his eyes and leaned down in the bathtub full of petals, with his hands on the edge of the bucket, steaming hot, and two young girls with soft hands rubbing his shoulders next to him.

“It’s so comfortable!”

It’s all because of Monk Bujie, who took him to visit the flower building for no reason.

This degenerate life is so easy for people to fall into degeneration.

Jiang Ping despised himself so depraved, and decided that he would have to take time to come three times a month in the future...

Well, it's better to be five times.

That innocent young man, that young man who doesn’t touch his body...

It's gone!

"ah!!!"

The heart-wrenching howling pain penetrated the sound-free room.

Disturbed by the screams, Jiang Ping lost the mood to take a bath. He stood up and let the two maids dry him, and then put on a brand new white brocade robe.

"Mad, handsome again!"

Seeing the handsome young man in the bronze mirror, Jiang Ping couldn't help but curse in a low voice.

He is so handsome, the standards for finding a wife in the future must be improved a little.

By then, will there be any woman in the world worthy of him?

But it's too difficult. Can a handsome guy be destined to die alone?

The two maids next to him lowered their heads and were tidying up Jiang Ping's clothes and tying their belts. When they heard Jiang Ping's scolding, they couldn't help laughing.

"Hey, you don't understand my young master's distress."

Jiang Ping did not blame them. After all, the difference in the realm of the two was too big, but the ten taels of silver tips he prepared were gone.

He is not a slim person.

Open the door.

The little monk Bujie was already waiting for him at the door.

"Oh, Master, you move very quickly, but why don't you change your clothes? Monks also have to be hygienic."

Jiang Ping joked.

But he soon felt something was wrong, because Baihua Pavilion was very quiet at the moment, and the dance performance in the lobby stopped, and several young ladies got together in fear.

In every corner, pairs of eyes, either curious or afraid, looked in this direction.

There was also a group of thugs and guards surrounded him.

"You won't kill again... you're causing trouble, right?"

The little monk Bujie nodded honestly:
Chapter completed!