"Great compassion Guanyin Bodhisattva, Miss Qin has come to incense you again. ”

Chen Shan left for half an hour, and Qin Qiu burned incense all the way and worshiped the Buddha sincerely.

And after that.

Only then did Qin Qiu go around and find the old monk who was meditating with his eyes closed.

Clang!

Qin Qiu arched his middle finger, followed the old monk's big bald head, and gently knocked it down, until the point was reached.

The old monk opened his eyes and looked at Qin Qiu with a solemn expression.

Qin Qiu saw that the old monk was a little lifeless, so he said with concern, "Old monk, what's wrong with you?"

Ay!

The old monk sighed, and then got straight to the point, "He's been here." ”

I was stunned for a second.

Qin Qiu turned around and stepped out of the threshold, running against the wind, his speed getting faster and faster.

The old monk closed his eyes again and chanted the Buddha.

The cherry blossoms of Daileiyin Temple have long been in full bloom on the earthly shore.

The breeze is blowing, and the fragrance is wafting in the world.

"Wood, wood?"

Qin Qiu was so out of breath that he burrowed into the vast number of pilgrims, looking at every unfamiliar face, it was not him, it was not him.

Where are you?

Since it's here, why not wait?

Or, standing in the most conspicuous position, so that this girl can look at you at a glance?

"Have you seen my wood?"

"My Wood ......"

As a holy place of Buddhism, Da Lei Yin Temple has constant pilgrims all year round, how difficult is it to find him?

Every second passes.

All mean that the chances are slim.

In the end, Qin Qiu dragged his tired body and sat back opposite the old monk in despair, and said with a grumbling look in his eyes, "Why don't you keep him?"

"Every time I miss a match, it's for the next better meeting. The old monk comforted.

Buddhism pays attention to fate, and don't force everything.

The old monk does not stay in Ning Xuanyuan, which is reasonable and more in line with the true meaning of Buddhism.

Qin Qiu pouted, "Nonsense." ”

"I don't need a next time, I just want to see him now. ”

Qin Qiu was distraught, tossed and turned, and knocked the old monk's head with a clang.

The old monk did not say anything, but let Qin Qiu spoof it.

"Do you hurt?" Qin Qiu asked after venting.

The old monk shook his head silently, his mood became more and more complicated, and after a long time, he asked Qin Qiu solemnly, "Do you know where he came from?"

Qin Qiu played with his fingers and said with great pride, "Of course, he is a majestic and invincible hero who has favored this girl in this life. ”

The border is a general.

Sitting in the town of the country.

He's amazing!

"It's not that simple. ”

The old monk Amitabha Buddha sighed, his expression turned pale, and when Qin Qiu saw this scene, his face suddenly turned pale.

"He is a descendant of the royal family. ”

Rumble!

In an instant, Qin Qiu's brain went blank for a while.

She stared at the big eyes of the water doll, her eyes glazed over, stunned, this ...... How is this possible?!

"Old monk, what are you talking about?" Qin Qiu was terrified, and the ten fingers of his hands couldn't stop trembling violently, how did my wood become a descendant of the royal family?

Royal family!

These two words seemed to be overwhelmed by divine power, making Qin Qiu's pores feel terrified.

"I touched the life and death lines of his palm, and the imperial spirit of my life was condensed but not dispersed. The old monk's words frightened Qin Qiu to cover his mouth, for fear that he would cry.

Qin Qiu's ......

It suddenly remembered that he was an adopted son.

It is Cao Zhen, Han Cui, who has been kind to people for most of his life, and the adopted son who has been pulled hard with a handful of and urine.

Grow so big.

The only one who is involved with his family is his surname.

Don't......

"Tell me, what's his last name?" the old monk asked Qin Qiu.

Qin Qiu burst into tears, his teeth trembling, "His surname is Ning!"

Old Monk, "......"

Rather is royalty!

After the two exchanged information, the old monk opened his mouth wide, as if he had seen a ghost.

Qin Qiu lowered her head, the six gods had no master, at this moment, she felt that her most beloved and most cherished thing disappeared all at once.

"Is he twenty-eight years old?"

The Ning royal family.

The third generation, the son of the Nine Emperors.

Nine people were officially announced.

In fact, only eight people made the list.

The eldest son, who was ranked first, died at an early age and passed away with regret.

In order to commemorate this poor and unfortunate child, the Ning family reserved the original seat, so the third generation of the Ning family is collectively referred to as the nine emperors.

In addition, twenty-eight years ago, there was a civil strife in the Ning royal family, which was so large that it cut off the heads of tens of thousands of people afterwards, not to mention, and even almost fought with the other three royal families.

"No wonder, he would easily agree to the old monk's request to pinch his fingers to tell fortunes, I'm afraid he didn't even think of it......"

The old monk muttered to himself, the key point of the previous depression can be regarded as a reasonable explanation, but the real life experience of this child is a bit scary!

"Miss Qin?"

"Hmm. ”

"Although it sounds very mysterious, you have to accept the facts, he may be the head of the nine emperors of the Ning family!!"

The old monk deliberately accentuated the word 'head'.

Qin Qiu raised his head suddenly, tears rippling.

The great prince of the royal family.

First in line.

According to the rules, this position should be the heir of the royal family, right?

This is no longer a simple royal family, if nothing else, in a few years, it will be on the throne and become the ruler of the royal family!

"Old monk, can I ask you something? You must promise me!" Qin Qiu begged bitterly.

The old monk nodded, "I will keep my mouth shut, even if the old prince comes, I won't leak it, but what are you going to do?

Qin Qiu turned his head away and looked at the cherry blossoms outside the Daxiong Treasure Hall, feeling sad alone.

......

Chen Shan and Qin Lie looked flustered, and finally arrived at the Great Lei Yin Temple.

Do not ascend to the Daxiong Treasure Palace.

Go straight to Jiang Liuer.

At this time, Jiang Liu'er was standing by the chessboard in the backyard, looking dazed.

"Little monk, little monk?" Chen Shan shouted in a condensed voice, Jiang Liu'er came back to his senses, he raised his right hand tremblingly, in the clouds, as if he was dreaming.

"Who is playing chess with you?" Qin Lie asked.

Jiang Liu'er shook her head and said nothing.

The man is gone.

However, Jiang Liu'er clenched his fists, and his blood was rampant, and his momentum was as fierce as a knife...... Six Buddha Dynasty Sect!

An eighteen-year-old powerhouse of the Six Realms?

Qin Lie and Chen Shan's eyes widened, and they all took dozens of steps backwards, their expressions were like old monks, like daytime, what the is ......

Chen Shan's eyes were about to bulge, "You, you broke through?"

"Nope. ”

Jiang Liuer replied truthfully.

Qin Lie and Chen Shan were puzzled.

"He gave me two layers of Dao realm, saying that it is a creation, just smile at ease. ”

Qin Lie, "......"

Chen Shan, "......"

"Do you know, what is his name?" Chen Shan shook Jiang Liu'er vigorously to make him more sober and sober.

Jiang Liu'er rubbed his bright little bald head and replied, "He said, his name is Ning Sheng." ”

Qin Lie, "......"

Chen Shan, "......"

The little monk was puzzled, "Have you heard of it?"

The god list is a dozen nines.

At the foot of this mountain, a peerless legend in the vast world...... A generation of inner kings and outer saints, who hasn't heard of it?!

Hiss!

Chen Shan knelt on the ground suddenly, his face was pale, that narrow road encounter, the person he met turned out to be Ning Sheng!