There was no shallow and long breathing in his ears, Ji Changye tossed and turned for most of the night and didn't fall asleep, and when he got up the next day, his eyes were dark. Youshu occupies a big bed, stretches her hands and feet as much as she wants, and naturally sleeps very sweetly, and her fair-skin is flushed with a healthy flush, looking radiant.

"Did you sleep well last night?" Ji Changye asked casually.

"Slept very well, the bed was big and I could roll around." Youshu nodded while stuffing mushroom dumplings into her mouth.

Ji Changye let out a "hmm", his already somewhat gloomy face became more and more ugly, and he said tentatively, "Since you sleep well, you will have to sleep alone in the future, can you get used to it?" ”

Youshu hesitated for a moment, and said, "I don't feel how fresh it is for a while, but after a few days, the freshness subsides, and I will definitely not get used to it." Can I come back every once in a while to accompany my master? "When this dragon qi dissipates, but the master doesn't let him climb the bed, what should I do? So you can't say death, you have to leave some room for yourself.

Ji Changye's gloomy complexion was slightly soothed, his tightened brows were loosened a little, and the corners of his lips showed a little smile, "I still played wild with you, and I was already thrown out of the clouds." ”

"I won't forget my master." Youshu swallowed the food in her mouth and nodded seriously. The life-saving grace is naturally unforgettable.

Ji Changye was satisfied, knocked his forehead with chopsticks, and said with a smile, "Count your kid with a conscience, okay, let's eat quickly." The feeling of suffocation that had accumulated all night finally dissipated, and he frequently served the boy vegetables, and drank two more bowls of porridge himself.

As soon as breakfast was finished, the sound of gongs and drums was heard outside the courtyard, accompanied by a noisy noise, as if many people were pouring into the Bodhi Temple. Ji Changye was pinching the handkerchief to wipe Youshu's mouth, frowned slightly when he heard the movement, and ordered, "But Master Xuanming is doing something?" Ah Da, Ah Er, go out and have a look. ”

The two of them took the order and left, and after a while, they brought the exact news, "Back to the master, it is indeed the East Courtyard that is doing things, Wang Xiangqian and Old Lady Wang are here, Xiao Guifei's mother's house, the prince's mansion, the Weiguo Mansion, the Lin Mansion, and the Fang Mansion...... They all sent people to watch. ”

Youshu's eyes lit up, and she secretly pulled the hem of her master's clothes, silently expressing her desire to go to the play. The three imps stood outside the courtyard and waved at him, their expressions were also urgent.

Once he stayed with the boy, Ji Changye naturally forgot the idea of alienating the other party. has taken care of a person for ten years in a row, and this relationship has long become a part of him, even if he thinks through his heart, he will still be reluctant to let go when he decides to let go. It's just that he hasn't felt the pain of forcibly separating a part of himself now.

He habitually held the young man's wrist and said with a smile, "Let's go, let's go and have a good time." Stepping out of the courtyard door, he saw the monk knocking on the wooden fish coming and going, and shook his head and sighed, "Wang Tianyou, that person is not worth saving, Master Xuanming will definitely regret it." ”

Youshu shook his arm and asked, "Master, do you know something?" He also expected that Master Xuan Ming would regret it, and he regretted it extremely much.

"The Buddha said that he could not say." Ji Changye put his index finger against the young man's soft lips and smiled.

Youshu pouted, looking like she was kissing the finger. Ji Changye immediately withdrew his fingertips, tugged them in his sleeves and rubbed them repeatedly, until it took a while to extinguish the invisible flame on his skin.

When the two came to the Daxiong Treasure Hall, they saw Wang Tianyou wearing a robe and sitting on a purple copper lotus platform, and his naked and exposed skin was covered with Yin-red Sanskrit. He seemed to be a little uneasy, twisting his ass around, a pair of bloodshot eyes scanning the crowd. Everyone who had seen it felt as if there was a sticky, cold poisonous snake swimming around his body, and his hairs stood on end.

"It's really evil, right? Wang Gongzi is not like this on weekdays. I don't know who muttered a word, and it immediately attracted a lot of echoes.

The Wang family was very satisfied when they heard this. Even Master Xuanming said that his family's Tianyou was evil, and the previous behavior of the county lord of Anhua could be brushed aside, and his daughter's marriage was also saved.

The subordinate officials of the prince's mansion were originally a little unconvinced, but after looking at it for a long time, they also showed a shocked look, and their hearts were ten out of ten evil, and the lord of Anhua also had to ask the monk to recite the scriptures for a few days, and the heart of the owner was weakened.

Master Xuanming and the monks sat around the lotus platform, with a wooden fish in front of them. The sun was rising, the sun was shining, and Wang Tianyou, who was in the center of the altar, gradually quieted down, and then Master Xuanming opened his eyes and chanted the scriptures while tapping the wooden fish.

After the first verse, the rest of the monks slowly joined in, and the sound of Sanskrit reverberated over the temple, which was refreshing and solemn. The people from all walks of life who came to watch hurriedly found an open place and knelt down, either closing their eyes and praying, or chanting words, thinking that under the vast Dharma land, Wang Tianyou would definitely be able to regain his senses.

But everyone thought wrongly, Wang Tianyou not only did not regain his senses, but was irritable by the continuous Sanskrit sounds. He began to move frequently, his feet straightened, hanging on the edge of the lotus platform, and his hands vigorously wiped the Sanskrit on his skin, looking extremely impatient.

Youshu and the master sat in the corner and watched, and the three little ghosts were afraid of Ji Changye, so they had to stand far away.

"The Dharma can't heal anymore." Ji Changye shook his head and sneered, and then looked at the young man beside him, his tone was full of tenderness and pride, "It's still the most well-behaved Youshu in my family." The Wang family will inevitably regret it in the future. ”

"I don't care about their remorse, it's enough for me to have a master." Youshu patted a sycophant at the right time.

If it weren't for the wrong occasion, Ji Changye would really laugh out loud. He hadn't heard such sweet words for a long time, and he felt that the aftertaste was endless for a while.

The two hid in the corner and whispered, but something happened on the altar. I saw that Wang Tianyou's eyes were getting redder and redder, his face was getting darker and darker, and after erasing the Sanskrit on his body, he stood up, jumped to his feet and scolded angrily, "Let go of me, dog-mother, you dare to lock me up!" Dad, cut down these bald donkeys, cut them all! ”

It turned out that in order to prevent him from falling into the devil during the ritual, Xuan Ming had two iron chains tied around his ankles and tied to the base of the lotus platform. He could only move between inches now, like a wounded trapped beast.

Wang Xiangqian was very embarrassed by his son's arrogant words, and frequently confessed to everyone, but the monks were indifferent and continued to chant sutras.

"This ghost is so powerful, it can't even suppress the Demon Suppression Sutra!" I don't know who sighed.

"Yes, yes, twenty years ago, I saw Master Xuanming exorcise evil spirits for the eldest princess, and I heard that it was still a ghost king, but it was not attached to Wang Gongzi. At that time, the scripture had only been read for a quarter of an hour, and the ghost king turned into green smoke and dissipated. Someone whispered in agreement.

"How the hell did he get this thing?"

"Who knows. I'm just afraid that even Master Xuanming won't be able to deal with him, but it will affect us. ”

Saying this, everyone was timid, and looked around, trying to find a vacant seat to sneak out. At this moment, Master Xuanming opened his eyes, walked to the lotus platform, put the purple gold staff against Wang Tianyou's forehead, and gently chanted the incantation. This staff is the treasure of the temple, which can destroy a demon and monster in the world, and its owner is all a monk. However, no one has ever used it to exorcise evil spirits, because it is too powerful and hurts the heavens and peace.

Therefore, there is such a rumor among the people - in front of the purple gold staff, even the king of Hades has to give way.

But right now, Wang Tianyou, who was held against the staff, not only did not tremble in horror and regained his senses, but became even more irritable. He pushed Master Xuanming away and shouted loudly, "Old bald donkey, get out of the way." You like chanting, don't you? Okay, change the little novice to read to Lao Tzu, the younger and more delicate - the better. They chant the scriptures Lao Tzu favorite, and they can't get tired of listening to them for ten days or eight days. By the way, where is Lao Tzu's favorite little novice? Get him, Changfu, Changfu, go and bring him over, and he'll be under my bed, with ice cubes. ”

Changfu is Wang Tianyou's little servant, and he was also mixed in the crowd at this time, and when he heard this, he was so frightened that he collapsed to the ground, and cried, "Young Master, you have a magic barrier, where is there any little novice." ”

The onlookers only thought that Wang Tianyou was being caught talking nonsense, but Master Xuanming and all the monks stopped chanting and looked at him with shocked and incredulous eyes.

"You just said a little novice, what little novice?" Master Xuanming's voice trembled slightly. The disciples sitting around the altar also stood up one after another, their expressions terrifying.

Ji Changye, who was hidden behind the people, shook his head and sighed, "The master asked me to look for his missing apprentice yesterday, but it turned out that he had been poisoned. He was compassionate and sympathetic on his face, but in fact, he had already guessed what the end of Xiao Shami was the moment Xuan Ming opened his mouth, and who was the culprit, but in order to completely bring down Wang Xiangqian, he kept it a secret. In order to ensure Youshu's safety, and in order to break the balance of all parties, he has been sending people to keep an eye on the Wang family, and naturally knows the Wang family's temperament and every move. At the moment, the events were a little different from his original plan, but the effect was better.

Youshu is also a person who knows the inside story, and can't help but look back at Xiao Shami.

The little novice floated to Master Xuanming's side and called Master again and again, shedding two lines of blood and tears as he screamed. But no one present could see this tragic scene except for the young man.

Master Xuanming was still questioning Wang Tianyou, but in exchange for the other party's merciless ridicule, "Little Shami is your good disciple Miaochen, I tasted him all on the first day I came." is worthy of being the closed disciple of Master Xuanming, and he really raises the skin and tender meat, and there is a sweet taste of sandalwood mixed with milk in his mouth, hahahaha......"

Wang Tianyou raised his arms and laughed wildly, but the Wang family's face was like ashes. As soon as Wang Xiangqian waved his hand, several guards squeezed through the crowd and slipped across the courtyard to the east, wanting to check it out first. Fortunately, Master Xuanming came back to his senses early and scolded sharply, "Everyone is standing still and not moving!" Especially the Wang family! His eyes were on fire, his face was pale, and he was on the verge of losing control.

Soon, dozens of warrior monks surrounded the Wang family, and several monks hurried towards the backyard.

Except for Wang Tianyou's piercing laughter, there was no sound on the field. The monks of Bodhi Temple slowly stood in one place, forcing everyone in the Wang family, and the tense situation was about to erupt. Ji Changye was very leisurely, pulled the young man into his arms and hugged him, and patted him on the back soothingly.