This puja is like a wild goose in the sky, everyone wants to knock a stick on it, let it fly separately, and hang a southeast branch. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

After the crooked-eyed monk finished speaking, everyone seemed to have just woken up from a frightening dream, looked around with hazy eyes, and then applauded blankly.

Holding a Dharma meeting to such a bleak state, the experience of the crooked-eyed monk who "died before leaving the teacher" can be regarded as an extra conversation point in her few moments, and it is quite worthwhile.

Xu knew how many catties and taels he had, or he didn't have the eyes to look at the expressions of the people below, and after the monk finished speaking, he went down by himself lightly, and Mu Boyong also went up to greet him, and said a few words of Buddhism to the monk.

If you talk about people in the clouds and fog, you can be regarded as a master, Mu Yanchun looked at Mu Boyong with a confused look on his face, and felt that the monk was really a master.

This festival was not very well organized, but the dust washing feast was particularly wonderful.

This wind and dust washing should have been done on the first day of the monk's arrival, but Mu Boyong was angry for this monk at this hour on the first day, and the momentum of smashing the box and slapping the table was more energetic than this banquet, so no one dared to mention that it was for the monk to pick up the wind and wash the dust.

Mu Yanchun sat on the cushion and pinched the teacup, singing on the stage in front of him, it was a play where Lang had a concubine and intended a private meeting.

And the crooked-eyed monk looked very excited.

In addition to being energetic, he didn't forget to deal with Mu Boyong leisurely.

Waiting for Mu Boyong to ask about Luo's body and fetal appearance, and then waiting for Jiang to cough twice, he slowly came back to his senses, looked at Mu Boyong with a serious face, was stunned for two moments, frowned a sad brow, and his whole face was as ugly as a chrysanthemum fold, "This is ...... I'm afraid it's hard to say, it's hard to say......"

"What's the hard thing to say?"

Mu Boyong was originally very dissatisfied with this monk, and if it weren't for the sake of taking care of the face of the whole house, he would have driven him out long ago.

In the past, other monks came to this mansion, and there was a blessing in this mansion. A while ago, he also got a white deer, and he was even more fortunate to give it to the Seven Princes to the saint, but now he got this monk a sentence of "It's hard to say"?

He wants to see what kind of "hard to say" method is, if there is half a nonsense, he must give an explanation from Lanshan Temple.

The crooked-eyed monk looked embarrassed, with a compassionate expression, and said: "I see that the blessings in this house are extensive, and the weather is straight, which is really a sign of Furui......

Mu Boyong's eyebrows were gentle, and he waved his sleeves, which was quite insightful.

The crooked-eyed monk clasped his hands together again and said, "...... It's just that under the auspiciousness, there will be filth and evil, which is also a very common thing in the noble mansion, and there is nothing too wrong. However, when I looked at the face of the young lady in your house, I found that one of them was too hard......"

Yo...... This sentence seems to be hanging but not hanging wonderfully.

Mu Yanchun listened quietly in the lower seat, watching him brag nonsense with Mu Boyong, and unexpectedly felt that he still had some truth in what he said.

If it weren't for the glimmer of premonition in her heart that she was about to be unlucky, she would have been even happier at the moment.

When ordinary people hear that hanging sentence, most of them can't help but ask, Mu Boyong is not as good as Mu Yanchun, so he naturally asked, "Which one are you talking about?" ”

With the stubble, the story will continue, the crooked-eyed monk put on a compassionate face, and pushed Mu Yanchun into the fire pit without blinking his eyelids, and said, "It's the second lady in your house." ”

Afraid that pushing her into the fire pit would not burn her, he slashed her again with anxiety, and said: "I heard that the second lady's mother has just been there for about half a year, and I must still be worried about it now, this is really not to be said, but I heard that the fetus of the aunt in the house is unstable, and I think about it day and night, I really have to say that this thing is really ...... It's really embarrassing. ”

Get! This play can be regarded as singing to him.

The red face and white face let them do it, and teaching her that she was hurt didn't have much chance to play.

Mu Yanchun almost wanted to vomit blood, but he was pinched by the starling and swallowed it back raw.

By the way, he grabbed the paw of the starling who was about to fly up and whipped the monk, stabilized her, and sighed in a low voice.

What a sin!

What did you do in your last life?

I quietly prepared to pit someone, the sack was ready, the rope was ready, and even the knife was ready, but I was sadly robbed by my own vital person in the middle of the road?

This...... What can I say?

She thought about whether she had to drop a cup to express her expression, so she saw Mu Boyong slamming the cup out with an iron face, Xu took into account that this monk was a monk from Lanshan Temple, so she narrowly fell the cup out of the crooked-eyed monk's neck without hitting his head.

Rao is like this, or let the contents of the cup be scalded by the monk.

He still had a few tea leaves on his face, and he was very happy, but no one dared to burst out laughing at the moment, and everyone around him pretended to be deaf, like a neat and sad appearance carved out of a mold.

The crooked-eyed monk didn't know that Mu Boyong always had a bad habit of breaking out a little at some point, and he was probably frightened, so he raised his hand and fished out half of the tea leaves, and hung down his hand again, pretending to be a monk.

Mu Boyong pointed at the crooked-eyed monk trembling, kicked the innocent Zhao steward next to him and turned his head to the monk and scolded: "Ben Hou doesn't know what face he gave you, he dared to say such nonsense in front of my mansion!" The young ladies in my house are all good people with a flower-like jade and a soft temperament, which round will you get such a confession? ”

Glancing at Zhang Shen who was standing on the sidelines, he said with cold eyes: "Don't bring people down to me yet!" ”

The crooked-eyed monk didn't seem to have eased up the changes around him, but he had always been in the group of good people in Lanshan Temple, and he was used to being powerful, and he didn't have time to understand the ability of Jing'an Houfu to turn his face and not recognize people, so he was scolded by Mu Boyong again, "Even with you, a fake monk of Laoshizi, you dare to be presumptuous in my mansion." Today, I will send you back to Lanshan Temple, and if I hear the slightest rumor of this outside the palace, I will take you to the official mansion! Do you understand? ”

What can the monk understand? His ability to harm people behind his back is first-class, but he has never had the ability to harm people in front of others.

Then Jiang's silver has always been hot, so easy to take?

Mu Boyong looked at the monk and nodded stunned, and sent him down.

Jiang comforted him in a low voice and glanced at Mu Yanchun coldly.

Mu Boyong acted as if the monk was deliberately cheating money and eating and drinking, so he really didn't believe him?

Definitely.

The reason why he reacted so violently was because he believed the monk's words very much.