After sending the hat and prayer beads, the little monk in Tsing Yi followed Master Zhizhen and walked out of the courtyard door step by step, and asked puzzledly: "Master, there is obviously a demonic spirit there, why don't we go and collect that monster?"

Master Zhizhen smiled and said, "Nian Qing, you do have a pair of discerning eyes that are different from ordinary people. However, this time you are mistaken. The one in that room is not a monster, but a reincarnated immortal. The immortal had a scorched smoke on his body, and he must have been burned by a terrible fire before he was reincarnated as a human. ”

"This reincarnation, although she has a fairy spirit, she is a demon body. Now, after breaking Yuan Hong, the demon power of several years of body protection has been dissipated, unable to cover the ontological god form, and is most vulnerable to the invasion of demonic qi, thus falling into the demon path. But on the contrary, if he is enlightened, he will be reborn from the fire one day. Master Zhizhen replied.

The little monk nodded as if he didn't understand, and asked again: "Then when can she be reborn?" Master Zhizhen said: "Heaven's will cannot be guessed. It's up to her creation. ”

As he spoke, he sighed again and said, "Nianqing, you are a good-hearted good boy, but you have no troubles, and you will not live to be thirteen years old." When the teacher remembered that your family ancestors had done good deeds and accumulated virtues in the third generation, you had a delicate and clear heart, so you had the heart to save you, and delayed your numerology for a year. But being a teacher can't solve the catastrophe of life for you. As a teacher, I once calculated that unless a noble person descends from heaven, you will not survive this spring. Now, the noble man of your life has come. You have to find a way to beg him to save your life. ”

"The noble person that the master is talking about, but the one who exudes demonic energy in the house?" asked the little monk Nianqing. Master Zhizhen nodded. The two of them walked away like this.

In the house, Han Moyu was already dressed. Han Moyu wore a hat on his head, a blue coarse cloth robe, and a string of vermilion prayer beads around his neck, like a traveling monk. Fu Changyu smiled with satisfaction and said, "Take your tail back a little more, don't drag it on the ground, otherwise you will be stepped on." As soon as he finished speaking, the fluffy tail curled back shyly and shrunk under the robe.

Before preparing to return home, Master Zhizhen sent a little monk named Nian Qing, saying that he hoped to accompany Han Moyu back to Han Mansion. Han Moyu looked at Master Zhizhen with some puzzlement, and then looked at Fu Changyu. But Fu Changyu looked the little monk up and down, and his heart was also full of doubts, not knowing what medicine was sold in Master Zhizhen's gourd.

This little monk named Nian Qing has an aura all over his body, exactly the same as Han Moyu's body; Fu Changyu has been aware of it since the first meeting, and now, Master Zhizhen has sent this little monk over, saying that the little monk has returned to the world, and is willing to be a little servant of Han Moyu in the Han Mansion.

Since Master Zhizhen can even touch the details of Hanmoyu, Fu Changyu doesn't believe that Master Zhizhen can't see the difference of this little monk who is Nianqing. And he should know what this difference represents. And he sent Nianqing monk to Hanfu like this, what did he want? Although Fu Changyu was full of suspicions, he still accepted Nianqing and left Xiangji Temple with him.

At the time of parting, the little monk Nianqing solemnly bowed to Master Zhizhen three times before getting up, and followed Fu Changyu and them out of the Xiangji Temple step by step, and walked down the stone steps down the mountain. Fu Changyu felt that the parting bow was not like an ordinary farewell, but like a kind of farewell, and he couldn't help frowning.

Could it be that this Nianqing monk knew what his fate was, so he would take the initiative to follow him?

No matter who it was, whether it was a relative, a friend, or a stranger, Fu Changyu didn't want to stab a person who had no grudges with him like that, especially if that person seemed so kind and innocent. With a gloomy face, he was led by his attendants, jumped up, and then rode away from the Xiangji Temple.

Han Moyu sat in the carriage, silent, worried about his identity, while Shen Zhong'an, who was poisoned, was tied up like a zongzi and thrown in the carriage behind, still unconscious. The little monk Nianqing sat in the same carriage as Shen Zhong'an, looking at the unconscious people tied to the ground, he was so frightened that he couldn't stop chanting "Nan Wu Amitabha".

After two hours of jolting on the mountain road, the group finally arrived in the city before dark. As soon as he entered the city, Fu Changyu ordered someone to throw Shen Zhongan in a green building to detoxify. The grandmother in the green building saw several guards with swords breaking in, almost frightened to death, and saw the guards dragging an unconscious man in their hands, all the way down the stairs into a side room, and then screamed and said: "Officials, uncles, you are dragging a dead man, no, what are you dragging this brother into my Baihualou for? Hey, slow down, don't dirty my Baihualou! I said uncle, blood is dripping onto my blanket!!Hey, hey, that blanket is very expensive!!"

The guard Li Hanting glanced at the proprietress coldly, threw down a piece of silver, and said, "Find a few girls and serve this uncle well." He waved his hand again, "You two, keep watch outside the door!

Leaving the grandmother standing in the wind for a long time, she screamed and pounced, dragging the guard Li Hanting's feet and wailing: "Uncle, our Baihualou is also one of the best archways on this street, and the girls here are all as delicate as golden branches and jade leaves, how can you let my girls serve a dead man!! Don't say that my girls are unwilling, but they are willing, how can I open my mouth!!!

Li Hanting pulled out his sword with a click, and his momentum was overwhelming, and the crying of the grandmother of Baihualou immediately stopped, and she quickly let go of her hand, took a few steps back, and shouted with a crying voice: "I'll take it, can't I take it?!!

Li Hanting retracted the sword into the scabbard with another click, and said, "Then serve me well!" and shouted to the rest of the people: "Let's go!" The grandmother saw that everyone had gone away, so she got up from the ground tremblingly, and secretly screamed bitterly.

She entered the house and touched Shen Zhong'an, but found that Shen Zhong'an was only unconscious, but he still had breath, so she was overjoyed. Mama has read countless people, and when she saw Shen Zhong'an's situation, she thought that she had been poisoned, so she came here to detoxify. So he went out full of joy and called the girl to go.