But after hearing Feng Xiang's words, he raised his head suddenly, looked at Feng Xiang with a murderous gaze, and involuntarily put his right hand on his waist, on the emerald green ribbon. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 Almost at the moment when Bing raised his head, Xu Yanshan quickly blocked the front of Bing's line of sight, blocking He Fengxiang's line of sight. Despite this, Feng Xiang, who turned her cheeks sideways, still felt a chill rushing up from the bottom of her heart, as if she was being targeted by a poisonous snake and beast, and she couldn't help but shiver.

"Princess Fengxiang, there is a fortune teller in front, let's go take a look." Xu Yanshan looked at Feng Xiang with a smile and said lightly.

"Hmm...... Good ......" Xu Yanshan's proposal aroused Feng Xiang's interest, and after smiling at her, she took the lead in taking a step forward, but the pace was obviously much slower than before, and the feeling just now had already been thrown out of the sky by her.

Fortunately, the big man who had been following Feng Xiang was retreated by Feng Xiang, otherwise Bing's subconscious actions and hidden murderous eyes would definitely be noticed by this person. Xu Yanshan secretly called for luck. At the moment when Feng Xiang turned around and took a step, Xu Yanshan's smile suddenly disappeared, and her eyes looked coldly in the direction where Bing was located as a warning.

Bing Xin was shocked, knowing that he had been discovered, and his eyes were a little different at this moment. It seems that this princess is indeed no longer the soft and weak princess she used to be. What Bing didn't know was that Xu Yanshan knew about her existence when she went out, thanks to the evil qi that had been around Bing last time, maybe there was too much blood on her hands. is full of evil spirits, and it is difficult for Xu Yanshan to find out if he doesn't want to.

"Fortune telling, ......fortune telling," a sloppy old monk with silver hair and a robe shouted loudly, and a disgusting smell spread from this monk, I don't know how long it has been since I took a bath, and the pilgrims passing by are far away from this monk. In the quiet place of Buddhism, this monk shouted loudly, making people wonder if he was a fake.

The little monk standing behind the sloppy old monk looked embarrassed, a little at a loss, and was the only one who didn't leave because of the smell.

"Alas。。。。。。 Little girl, tell fortunes. The old monk can't do anything else, fortune-telling is a first-class spirit. Ensure that you are rich and prosperous in your life, and turn danger into disaster. The sloppy monk shouted at the girl in the aqua blue dress, with a friendly smile on her dirty old face, but how others felt awkward.

The girl in the aqua blue dress stopped when she heard this, and looked at the sloppy old monk with a puzzled expression, but a bad smell came into the tip of her nose, and she couldn't help but lose her voice, "It stinks, what does this smell like?" ”

The sloppy old monk was stunned when he heard this, his nose sucked hard in the air a few times, touched his messy silver hair, and smiled, "It's really a little stinky." When was the last time you took a shower? Alas? Why can't the poor monk remember? The sloppy old monk wrenched his fingers and fell into deep thought......

The corners of the girl's mouth couldn't help twitching a few times, what stinks a little? It's several times more smelly than a bed bug! How long has it been since this old monk bathed? I can't even remember myself. The girl ignored the sloppy old monk and smiled at her companions, "Let's go look elsewhere." ”

But at this moment, the sloppy monk slapped his thigh and stood up excitedly, "I remembered, the old monk remembered." Five years, the poor monk hasn't bathed for at least five years! ”

Everyone was stunned when they heard this, and they completely lost their ability to speak. Only the little monk behind the sloppy old monk said to the girl group with an embarrassed face, "Uncle Shi has always been like this, don't be surprised by the donors." The donor is visiting the temple, you can go to the back mountain to see, and you will not be disappointed. ”

As soon as the little monk said this, the sloppy old monk was immediately dissatisfied, "Alas, little doll, the poor monk still wants to make money." Donor, count it down, it's very spiritual. Monks don't speak, Amitabha. After the last sentence was finished, the sloppy monk was like a monk, clasping his hands together and giving a salute.

Make hay? The girl looked at the sloppy monk in a daze, the monks still want to make money? Aren't the four big ones empty? Is this old monk a monk or not? Thinking like this in her heart, the girl also said out of her mouth, "Are you a monk or not?" ”

The sloppy monk folded his hands and looked solemn, completely without the cynicism just now, "The poor monk is called Zhiyuan." Amitabha. At this time, the face of the little monk standing behind the sloppy old monk was already extremely red, and he couldn't dig a hole in the ground and plunge into it. was questioned whether it was a monk or not, and there was such an uncle, no wonder the little monk had this idea.

"Alas, master, I want to do the math." Feng Xiang walked unhurriedly towards the sloppy old monk, a foul smell hit her body along the warm wind, Feng Xiang couldn't help but twist her nose and frown, "Master, how long have you not taken a bath, it's bigger than dung." Having said that, Feng Xiang still walked into the sloppy old monk, and it seemed that he really wanted to count it.

The sloppy old monk smiled, didn't mind Feng Xiang's words at all, and asked, "What is the donor?" Future? Marriage? Or something else? ”

"I'm going to count ...... Tomorrow. Feng Xiang stood in front of the sloppy old monk and smiled flatly, completely ignoring the smell of the old monk.

When others heard Feng Xiang's words, they were all stunned and didn't understand what it meant. Tomorrow? What are you going to do tomorrow? Don't you know tomorrow after today?

Xu Yanshan was also stunned, and then looked at Feng Xiang's back with complicated eyes, and vaguely guessed something in the autumn waves.

The sloppy old monk continued to ask, "Word measurement, life pushing, lottery, palmistry, face physiognomy, what kind of algorithm do you want?" ”

"Word measurement."

The sloppy old monk stopped talking nonsense, and handed the white paper and brush to Feng Xiang's face, "The donor can write a word at will." ”

Feng Xiang picked up the brush and wrote a word on the paper with a dragon flying and a phoenix. The sloppy old monk took the paper, glanced at it and said slowly, "Moon Shadow is silent and doesn't want to wake up. The breeze is as light as smoke, and the dream murmurs nine songs. ”

"What do you mean?" Feng Xiang was silent for a moment and asked softly.

"Amitabha." The sloppy old monk didn't answer, reached out and took a piece of white paper, wrote a paragraph on it, and handed it to Feng Xiang. By the way, "Count it once, give Wuwen." ”

Feng Xiang did not hesitate, gave the old monk Wuwen, then picked up the white paper and looked at it carefully, after a while, her face was extremely pale, confused, confused......

At this time, Xu Yanshan's gaze did not stay on Feng Xiang, a pair of beautiful eyes calmly looked at the group of people wearing aqua blue girls, and saluted several of them, "The concubine is the emperor." See Queen Mother. Princess, Princess"

"Excuse me." The handsome young man in the purple robe said lightly, and the narrow phoenix eyes only looked at Xu Yanshan and did not stop, but that glance was full of questions. Ah Li was just talking to the gentle woman beside him, and it seemed to be very intimate.

(To be continued.) )