That night, Master Huishan gathered his disciples and was preparing for the Nirvana Villa.

Suddenly, a little monk came to report.

"Master! The benefactor has sent money!"

The corners of Master Huishan's lips twitched, remembering the fear of being dominated by that little word benefactor.

However, when Master Huishan came to the mountain gate, he saw Cen Bingjun, who was in charge of the finances of the mountain villa, snorting and panting, and moved one box after another from the carriage.

After the box was opened, Cen Bingjun wiped a handful of sweat from his face.

"Master, this is what my owner ordered. Because it was too late, those jewels and jade could not be pawned for silver tickets, which may have to trouble you. ”

Master Huishan was stunned for a long time.

The little monk next to him exclaimed continuously.

"Pearl agate jade Ruyi, there are a lot of jade, and those golden horns!"

"Huh, why not gold ingots? Not gold bars, like they were cut from a whole piece of gold!"

The total value of those chests together was worth 10,000 taels of gold, or even more than one.

Master Hye-sun was silent for a long time, and finally sighed with a smile.

"Little words donor, you have a heart!!"

Jingci was also present, staring at this scene in a trance.

Suddenly, he remembered that in his yellowed memories, there was a person, and that person had ...... What did that person do?

He couldn't remember.

He only knew that there was one person who had a great influence on him, but he forgot about it.

I don't even know if the other party is a man or a woman, and I forget it completely.

It seems that it was because it was greatly stimulated back then......

Jing Ci pressed his fingertips against his eyebrows.

Somehow tonight, I suddenly wanted to recall those past events, but I was powerless, but my heart was confused.

His intuition told him that it was better to continue to forget.

Some things have passed, so let them pass. If you really think about it, it may not be a blessing......

"Amitabha!"

He recited the Buddha's name, and looked at the bright night of the cold stars, but his heart seemed to be surging with dark clouds.

There was a seed in his heart, which had been buried in his heart before, but now it seemed to sprout.

It was as if he wanted to give birth to branches, turn into vines, and involve him in the mourning of those unknown and long forgotten in the past, which was worse than death......

And at the same time, in the Zichen Palace.

The little emperor Zhou Yanqing was like a great enemy, and in front of her was a man dressed in emerald clothes and wearing a blue-faced fanged grimace mask.

The man is the dark guard green ghost who controls the 100,000 horses of the royal dead battalion.

And at this moment, there was a hideous wound on the green ghost's abdomen, and the blood gushed out, and the blood stained his emerald robe, and it became a pool of blood under his feet......

Here's the thing.

After returning from the Nine Layers Temple tonight, Zhou Yanqing went back and forth to the secret passage of the palace, cut a lot of gold horns from the dragon bed, and collected a lot of jewelry and jade.

She thinks that the monks at the Kuju Temple are doing good deeds, and she wants to do a part.

And only after the soup kitchen did she pay attention to one thing.

The monks in the Kuju Temple are very thin, and there are many people in the temple, but they are all thin, and there are no fat people.

However, after finishing this matter, Zhou Yanqing sat down and was thinking about the next plan.

Suddenly, a gloomy wind hit.

The ghost uncle scratched her with a paw.

The other party was too fast, lightning fast, and she didn't have time to react at all.

My mind went blank until I popped.

The sharp claws scratched the human skin, but it was not Zhou Yanqing's skin, but a green ghost.

Uncle Ghost wanted to take Zhou Yanqing's life, but when he saw that the blow missed, he wanted to strike again, so he saw that the green ghost calmly took out a bell.