Murong Linshuang gritted her back molars, and her five fingers tightly grasped the teacup in her hand, eager to crush this teacup like Qinmei. Pen ~ fun ~ Ge www.biquge.info she felt that the sound of singing music she vaguely heard was becoming clearer and clearer in her ears. Although she was 108,000 miles away from the main hall. She remembered Qin Mei's faint smile, remembered Yan Bing's smug expression, and suddenly blood gushed up, her mind was in chaos, and she smashed the tea cup in her hand towards the door. It doesn't matter if the hot tea juice that comes out of the bowl burns his hand when he raises his hand.

With a "bang", the tea cup slammed on the threshold, and broken porcelain pieces splashed everywhere. The little girl who swept outside the door was frightened, but she didn't dare to knock on the door to ask. After all, when the tea was brought in in the morning, Murong Linshuang kept a straight face. Angry look.

Ye Luo, who was walking towards Murong Linshuang, heard this crisp sound, and quickly quickened his pace, lifted his skirt, and ran towards Murong Linshuang at a trot.

Seeing the frightened little girl at the door, Ye Luo waved her hand in annoyance and asked her to go down. knocked lightly on the door and said, "Sister Murong, it's me." After speaking, he gently pushed the door open, and saw broken porcelain pieces all over the ground.

"Sister, what's the matter, it's so angry?" Ye Luo asked cautiously, "Who bullied my sister?"

Murong Linshuang raised her eyes and glanced at Ye Luo, changed her posture angrily, and snorted.

Ye Luo's mind turned, and he thought that Murong Linshuang was angry because of Qinmei's matter. She carefully bypassed the broken porcelain pieces on the ground, walked to Murong Linshuang's side, and comforted: "Sister, don't be angry......

She saw that Murong Linshuang was still speechless in anger, thought about it, frowned, and said: "This Qinmei is clearly a personal vendetta of the communiqué!

Murong Linshuang squinted at Ye Luo, but still didn't say a word.

The matter of receiving the envoy this time, King Qi handed it over to Qin Mei to arrange. Except for Murong Linshuang and Ye Luo, almost all the rest of the people have arrangements. This is a big provocation for Murong Linshuang, who has always been proud. At least that's what Murong Linshuang thinks.

Murong Linshuang looked at Ye Luo, who was talking about Qinmei's various discomforts on the side, and for some reason, she suddenly laughed.

"Lolo. Murong Linshuang interrupted Ye Luo's broken thoughts.

"Sister Murong?" Ye Luo turned his head and looked at Murong Linshuang. From the time she entered the house to the present, there has been a cup of tea. Murong Linshuang said this is the first thing he said.

"Don't complain. Murong Linshuang looked at the broken teacup on the ground and sighed: "Now she is in power, she is talking about ......" She thought for a while, "There are many people in this palace, beware of the wall with ears." ”

Ye Luo pouted disapprovingly: "What else do you have, there are only two sisters in this yard!"

Murong Linshuang smiled noncommittally and shook her head and said, "Go and call someone to come in and sweep it." ”

Ye Luo nodded, and carefully walked around the original road, went to the door, and called the little girl who sprinkled the sweep.

Murong Linshuang looked at the mess all over the place, and thought of Miss Gu Er, who had not yet entered the palace. If all goes well, the current slump is temporary. She Qinmei can put her together, but it is only a temporary villain's ambition. Let's let her jump first! I don't know who will kill the deer in the future! Thinking of this, she swept away the gloom before and smiled happily.

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As soon as the winter melon monk finished reciting the scriptures, he saw Kang Lao, who was carrying a wine jug and a food box, pacing and walking towards him leisurely through the open door. He couldn't help but frown. This old boy seems to be really good at playing.

"Monk, the old man is coming to you to drink wine and eat meat!" Seeing the winter melon monk Zheng Yuanyuan looking at him, Kang Lao opened his throat and greeted.

The winter melon monk shook his head, this old boy was forcing him to break the precepts. He greeted him and stood at the door. With his hands together, he said with the Buddha's mouth: "Amitabha...... Kang Lao Tanyue ...... and was about to continue to say something, but was interrupted by Kang Lao: "Look, Lao Yu has brought a good roast knife! There is also a roast chicken made by the imperial chef himself." After speaking, he sent the food box containing the roast chicken to the winter melon monk.

The winter melon monk looked at the food box sent by Kang Lao, he waved his wide monk sleeves without a trace, and gave way to the side. This let reveal a gap, and Kang Lao looked at the gap and sensitively rushed into the room from the gap.

Looking at the helpless winter melon monk, Kang Lao smiled proudly and looked around, and then sat down at the table closest to the Buddhist hall.

"I said monk, you see, the old man is not thin on you, there is good food and drink, I think of you!" said as he patted the sealing mud on the mouth of the bottle. A crisp aroma of wine instantly filled the house of the winter melon monk. The smell was mixed with the sandalwood that was originally present in the house, and it became a strange smell that was out of harmony.

The melon monk sniffed, said "sin", and turned to open all the windows in the house.

After opening the window, the winter melon monk was about to turn his head and say a few words to Kang Lao, but found that he had already opened the food box and took out the roasted shiny roast chicken inside. Seeing the winter melon monk turn around, he quickly tore off a chicken leg, generously handed it to the winter melon monk, and said with a malicious smile: "Come, let's share and eat!"

The winter melon monk shook his head: "Kang Lao Tanyue...... You ......," he said, and stepped back to the door, trying not to be contaminated by the strange smell of the room.

"Oops!" Kang Lao took a big mouthful of chicken legs, chewing "bar" while pointing to the chair next to him with chicken legs, and said vaguely: "Look, you are a member of the group, and I am a guest...... I'll sit with you...... Many...... Oh no!"

The winter melon monk shook his head, counted the rosary in his hand, and silently recited the six-character proverb in his heart. It seems that Kang Lao came this time to treat King Qi. Last time, I remember him saying that if he didn't treat King Qi, he would come here to eat meat and drink wine...... Seemingly...... Thinking of this, the winter melon monk sighed silently in his heart. But there was his usual faint smile on his face.

"Come and have a little bit...... "After taking a sip of wine, Kang Lao waved the chicken leg in his hand and invited the winter melon monk.

The winter melon monk raised his head and saw that Kang Lao's mouth was glowing with oil. In addition to the oil, there is also wine that slides down the beard. As Kang Lao spoke, the residual wine on his beard dripped down. Dripping onto Kang Lao's clothes...... Drip onto the stool...... Drips to the ground. As soon as the winter melon monk raised his eyes, he saw Kang Kao biting the chicken leg, patting the table with the food box with his oil-stained hands, and said vaguely: "I've been here......" The winter melon monk smiled and shook his head.

"Kang Lao Tanyue...... "The winter melon monk shook his head and said with a wry smile: "You are really old...... Ay...... Amitabha Buddha ...... "The winter melon monk was a little speechless, he didn't know how to say Kang Lao. I had to sigh.

"Hey, hey!" Kang Lao withdrew his hand on the table, took the chicken leg from his mouth, looked at the shiny handprint, and laughed like a child who had succeeded in his prank. "Hehe, don't slander me!" Kang Laomi took a sip of wine and said leisurely: "This is a violation of the 'hate' precept!"

Looking at Kang Lao, who was eating and drinking, he raised his eyes and glanced at the winter melon monk. He was still standing by the door, still smiling at him.

Kang Lao looked at the winter melon monk's deathly smile, and suddenly felt that it was boring. He boredly stuffed the remaining roast chicken into the food box, carried the roast chicken and the wine in his hand and walked out, when he walked past the winter melon monk, Kang Lao turned his head and smiled, hehe said: "Hehe, the old man suddenly remembered something, go first!" After speaking, he took two steps forward, and suddenly turned around, smiling incomprehensibly: "Ming'er is still here!" After speaking, he paced and left with swaying steps.

Looking at Kang Lao's back, thinking about the purpose of his coming, a sense of powerlessness arose. Regarding the "illness" of the king of Qi, the winter melon monk was indeed helpless. And King Qi, this is really not a "disease". If you have to put "disease" on it, you can only say that King Qi is "sick of the heart".

Looking at the oily handprints on the table, the winter melon monk's mind drifted back to that year, the year that changed his fate......

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Before the monk Donggua became a monk, he lived in a small village. A small village called "Chenjia Village" at the foot of Cuiwei Mountain.

Before becoming a monk, the common name of the winter melon monk was Chen, called Xianlin. The people in the village on the side of Cuiwei Mountain have always relied on the mountains to eat the mountains, and they live a comfortable life. Until one day......

"Xianlin! Xianlin!" The second uncle next door knocked on his door in a hurry. "Do you know? The Chen family at the head of the village said that she wanted to marry!"

"Ah...... What a good thing, whose girl? Why haven't you heard of it?" Chen Xianlin put down his rice bowl, wiped his mouth, and said with a smile.

"Hey!" the second uncle snorted, looked at the coarse nephew with a mysterious face, and whispered: "That girl is a fox spirit in Cuiwei Mountain!"

"Huh?" Chen Xianlin's mouth opened wide in shock. Although this demonic thing is often mentioned in the mountains, most of the time it is used by the old man to scare disobedient children.

"Fox spirit?" Chen Xianlin repeated: "Second uncle, there is no mistake!"

"Is this still fake?!" The second uncle grabbed a porcelain bowl on the table with a bit of a gap, walked to the water tank, fetched a bowl of water, and grunted down. Slowed down, and said: "A while ago, your uncle went hunting in the mountains, and saw this girl approaching the forest, and then ......"

"Then?" Chen Xianlin's interest came up, and he leaned over to the second uncle: "Then what?"

"And then......" The second uncle looked at his nephew who came over, and whispered, "Then it suddenly disappeared!"

The second uncle's mysterious expression and these words made Chen Xianlin have goosebumps all over his body.

"That'...... That...... How do you know it's a vixen?" he asked again, after thinking about it carefully.

"Hey, you stupid boy!" the second uncle gave him a slap in the face, "What is this Cuiwei Mountain?

Looking at the expression of the second uncle's speech, Chen Xianlin remembered the story told by his grandmother when he was a child that the fox spirit sucked the blood of people. The more I thought about it, the more scared I became. I couldn't help but shudder.

"This ...... This...... What should I do?" he suddenly became frightened.

"What should I do?" The second uncle put the empty bowl in his hand on the table and said, "Of course, go find a Taoist priest with advanced Taoism and come to collect this monster!" The second uncle glanced at the brainless nephew: "Are you waiting for that fox spirit to come into the village and eat us all?"

As soon as he said this, the door was pushed open again. The village chief brought several prominent old people from the village to his house.

"Xianlin!" the village chief said, "You know about the fox demon, right?"

Chen Xianlin nodded in response hurriedly.

"Well......" the village station thought for a moment and said to him, "We have discussed it, and we must not let this scourge enter the village." So, I'm going to bother you to make a trip. ”

"Huh?" Chen Xianlin didn't quite understand what the village chief was trying to express: "Uncle village chief, where are you going?"

The village station looked at a few old people who came with him, sighed, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "There is a Taoist temple five hundred miles west of here. There is a respected Taoist who attends the ceremony. Your task is to go over there and invite the Dao Master to bring down the fox demon. ”

After the village chief said that, an old man next to him also came over and stuffed him with a burden. He explained: "Here are some dry food and silver money, you can take it." After speaking, he sighed: "The safety of the people in the village is in your hands!

In this way, he immediately put on his burden and walked to the Taoist temple according to the instructions of the village chief. After walking for a few days, I finally reached my destination, and I patted open the door of the Taoist temple and explained the situation in the village. The Taoist priest in the view was shocked and asked the direction of Chenjia Village, and the group rushed to the direction of Cuiwei Mountain.

When Chen Xianlin returned to the village, he encountered a nightmare that he could never forget in his life.

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I remember that the weather was fine that day, and the sunset was dyed in the sunset. He looked at the horizon and repeated with a smile what his grandmother told him when he was a child: "The morning glow doesn't go out, the sunset travels thousands of miles." As soon as he finished reciting, he heard a sharp whistling. The heart-rending sound seemed to pierce his eardrums. He covered his ears in pain and squatted down on the weedy mountain road. Suddenly, he realized that the voice was coming from Chenjia Village. Startled, he hurriedly stood up, spread his legs, and ran in the direction of home. Completely ignoring the fine beads of blood on his face that was cut by the thatch because he stood too quickly.

Running all the way to the entrance of the village, the first thing he saw was a fire rushing to the sky. The heat wave was blown by the evening wind, and waves hit him. Around the fire, stood the people of the village. or with a firewood knife and hoe, or with a child in his arms, all looked at the woman in white by the fire with a frightened face.

It is no longer accurate to say that it is white, the clothes are scraped and messy, and there are some stains and blood stains left by the fight. Because of his arrival, the delicate balance by the fire at that time was broken, and everyone's eyes were on him. (To be continued.) (To be continued.) )