The liver pain of the real air, and the eyes rolled from time to time, as if they were going to faint in the next moment.

Chen Yang was afraid that something would go wrong with him, so he said, "You two talk well, but you are both noisy. ”

"Is it that I want to quarrel with him? Is he going to quarrel with me, didn't I just invite you to join the Chinese Sangha Association, as if you were murdering for money. ”

Vacuum said: "Anyway, the master asked me to invite you, I did, it's your business whether to go or not." ”

Chen Yang is also helpless, a Chinese monk association, it won't be like this.

After Xuanyu finished calling, his face was very strange, and he asked, "Your master, do you want Xuanyang to be a monk?"

Vacuum snorted: "Yes, the master has this idea." ”

"Xuanyang. Xuanyu looked at him: "The master said, you decide the matter yourself." You just really want to be a monk, and he respects you. ”

Chen Yang said speechlessly: "When did I say that I wanted to be a monk? He came to me before and mentioned this matter, but I refused. This time it was indeed for me to participate in the Chinese Sangha Association, and I didn't mean anything else. ”

"That's right. Xuanyu said: "Then you can do it yourself, anyway, the master doesn't interfere." But I still have to tell you that being a monk is really not as comfortable as being a Taoist. And I have to shave, my hair is gone, how will I pick up girls in the future? ”

"Let's go back first, and tell me if you come that day. ”

Vacuum felt that if he stayed any longer, he would not be able to help but use the powerful Vajra palm, plus the inner lion seal, and slap this stinky Taoist priest to death.

"Okay. ”

Chen Yang nodded, sent them off for a while, and then turned back.

Yu Jingzhou is really chanting the scriptures at the moment, he is doing things for Song Jingwei, he is very serious, meticulous, and does not deal with it casually.

Chen Yang and Xuanyu waited until it was more than eight o'clock, and it was dark.

After the ritual came to an end, Yu Jingzhou took a break and went to the flowing water seat to eat something.

"Anyone else?"

Xuanyu looked at it with some surprise, this point, there were still people coming.

"They?" Chen Yang looked at the person who came, and then at Fa Ming.

Sure enough, when Fa Ming saw these people, his low mood exploded all of a sudden.

The person who came was Mr. and Mrs. Su Ruiping, and Zhu Jianian's parents.

After all, Song Jingwei died because of them, and it was a bit unreasonable for them not to come.

Su Ruiping and his wife were very polite, without any hatred, and walked over to take the incense stick to worship.

"Thank you. Fa Ming spit out two words mechanically, and his eyes were as cold as ice, and he followed them all the time, making Su Ruiping and his wife very uncomfortable.

After wishing the carnival's parents to pay their respects, they chatted with Su Ruiping and his wife for a few words, and they were about to leave.

Wen Ziyuan, who was on the flowing water seat, glanced over here, and when he saw these four people, his eyes had a smile in his eyes: "It's them." ”

He wiped his mouth and said to the Taoist priest of Lingweiguan, "Wait here, I'll do something." ”

Wen Ziyuan got up and followed the four people, their cars parked on the street.

Following all the way over, seeing that Su Ruiping and his wife had already gotten on the car, and when they were about to start, Su Ruiping looked up and found that there was a Taoist priest standing at the front of the car.

He stuck out his head and asked, "Little Taoist, is there something wrong?"

Wen Ziyuan came over with a smile: "Song Jingwei borrowed a few years of Yangshou for you?"

Su Ruiping's face changed greatly: "What are you talking about? Get out of the way!"

"Don't be nervous, it's just a routine to ask, hey, there's no way, it's an occupational disease. ”

Wen Ziyuan took his hands, like a little old man, approached, and looked carefully at the couple's faces for a few seconds.

Su Ruiping had an illusion, under the gaze of this Taoist priest, it seemed that there were no secrets in his whole body.

"Both of them borrowed their lives?"

"The two over there also borrowed their lives, right?"

"Tsk, Song Jingwei is really powerful, one life, lent out four times?

Hearing Ziyuan talking to himself, Su Rui said in a calm voice: "Get out of the way!"

"No. ”

Wen Ziyuan shook his head: "Poor Dao just this one question, tell Poor Dao that you can leave now." ”

"There's something wrong with you, right?"

"Get out of here!"

Su Ruiping scolded.

Wen Ziyuan's face was pale: "Donor, keep your mouth clean, it's not that the poor Dao minds that you scold, but that some people, you really can't scold, and you want to lose your life." ”

As soon as he heard the folded life, Su Ruiping's pupils shrank again.

These Taoist priests, why are they all so godly chattering.

But he was still frightened.

"If the donor refuses to say, let the poor road guess, guess right, you nod, so that you don't feel embarrassed, and the poor road can get what he wants, okay?"

Su Ruiping's eyes flickered, and he thought for a few seconds, and finally could only nod helplessly.

Wen Ziyuan smiled: "A year?"

Su Ruiping shook his head.

"Two years?"

He still shook his head.

"Three years?"

Su Ruiping is about to scold his mother in his heart, do you guess so?

Year by year, why don't you add month by month?

"Nine years?"

Su Ruiping subconsciously shook his head, paused, and nodded.

Wen Ziyuan looked at the woman again: "What about Madame?"

The woman looked at Su Ruiping pleadingly, and the latter sighed.

The woman nodded.

Wen Ziyuan sighed, and then asked, "What about the couple?

Su Ruiping couldn't help it: "You go and ask them, what's the matter with me?"

Wen Ziyuan smiled and said, "Since the donor knows, why bother others?"

"Yes, it's nine years!"

"Oh, poor Dao understands, thank you donor for your doubts. ”

Wen Ziyuan casually took out a business card and handed it over with both hands: "This is the business card of the poor road, with the contact number of the poor road on it, Tantan, Momo, you can contact the poor road with any of them." ”

Su Ruiping wanted to throw it away, but he felt that this Taoist priest was full of strangeness, so he could only continue.

"Regarding borrowing life, there are some things, I don't know if Daochang Song has told you. If you don't say it, the poor road will say a few more words, and the donor should not feel annoyed. ”

"Just because you borrowed your life doesn't mean you'll live to that time. Life is full of accidents, and fortunes change all the time. For example, at this moment, the two benefactors of the Poor Taoist Temple, the Yin Hall is black, and there is obviously a disaster of blood and light. Although it is a small disaster, it can also cause a big disaster. ”

Dropping these words, Wen Ziyuan turned around and floated away.

The woman asked, "Did he say that we have a plague of blood?"

Su Ruiping snorted: "Believe him a ghost, the stinky Taoist priest wants to cheat money and wants to go crazy! Which Taoist priest uses Momo to communicate?"

The woman asked, "What is Momo?"

"Nothing. ”

Su Ruiping coughed, started the car and was about to leave.

As soon as the steering wheel was hit, as soon as I got into the main lane, a car suddenly came on, and it crashed into the side of the car.

With a "bang", the car was knocked out more than a meter, and the tires rubbed several black tire marks on the ground.

The airbag burst, and the two were bounced, and nosebleeds ejected.

Su Ruiping scolded: "The car you drove with your ass?"

The woman tugged at his sleeve, her face pale: "Just now that Taoist priest said that we have a bloody disaster. ”

Su Ruiping was stunned, and his eyes widened instantly.