After walking for two quarters of an hour, they arrived at the foot of Qin Mountain in the east outside the imperial city.

There is a temple at the foot, the temple gate is not big, but the temple is magnificent and magnificent.

"Is this the Royal Inner Temple?" Song Ning asked Pu Hansheng.

Pu Hansheng nodded: "It used to be, but now it doesn't count." Because the first emperor admired Taoism. After the depression here, the pilgrims will be welcomed to the outside world and get some incense money. ”

Song Ning showed such an expression.

It is no wonder that Ma Santong and his ilk can run rampant in the world to cheat and cheat.

"A few sons, please come inside."

The chamberlain led them in, and then two monks came out of the temple, wearing long coats of blue and gray. The front is about sixty years old, Fat Dundun's figure looks very kind, he salutes with everyone, and says: "Lao Wei is the abbot of the temple, and a few sons can call Lao Ge Mingjue." ”

He pointed to the twelve or thirteen-year-old, thin monk next to him: "This is Hollow, and he will be responsible for the food and lodging of several people these days." ”

"Amitabha!" Hollow bowed to everyone, "The seven donors came with the little monk." ”

Wei Qing changed his arrogance and behaved in a proper manner.

The others also saluted, following behind the hollow to the back meditation room.

"Mingjue, just the abbot." Pu Hansheng gathered his voice and said to Song Ning, "He is the king of the county." ”

Song Ning was surprised.

"You don't remember anything. Master Mingjue, the cousin of the new emperor. ”

Mingjue's identity made Song Ning feel that this place was instantly much taller.

She looked at the temple. The temple is actually not big, just a treasure hall in front, there are several Bodhisattvas in it, bypass the treasure hall, there is a row of meditation rooms in the backyard, a rough look, there are more than 20 rooms.

More than a dozen young monks in their teens and four pilgrims sat cross-legged in the courtyard, basking in the sun while listening to the lectures, which were given by a thin monk of about fifty.

Song Ning and the seven of them came over, and the little monks looked at them curiously.

It was the first time Song Ning had seen someone sitting in the courtyard lecturing.

The three male pilgrims and one female pilgrim also listened very carefully.

The big monk coughed, stifled a smile at the little monks who looked at them curiously, and continued to listen to the lecture in a whisper.

"The little one, see it, is dozing." Pu Hansheng pointed to the last one, with a round head, a chubby little monk, nodding like a chicken pecking rice.

He looks like he is eight or nine years old, and he is very young.

Pu Hansheng laughed, and suddenly stomped his feet and shouted: "Wake up!" ”

His voice was full of anger.

The little monk was shocked and fell to the ground.

Pu Hansheng laughed, thinking it was particularly interesting.

Several other little monks were also frightened by him, but they were quickly amused by the little monk who fell to the ground, and laughed.

The old monk coughed and signaled for them to be quiet.

"Isn't it fun?" Pu Hansheng laughed.

Song Ning inexplicably thought of Dou Hua, the two demon kings of the mixed world, and he didn't know what the result would be.

According to their steps, I don't know if they will be able to reach it before the year.

There are also her mother and Lu Miaomiao and Xiaotian.

It's better to let Song Shi'an die as soon as possible, she takes the money and leaves, and finds a place to live a happy life.

"I don't know you very well." Song Ning pushed Pu Hansheng away, "Doesn't your old butt hurt?" ”

Pu Hansheng frowned and whispered, "Why do I think there is ambiguity in what you said?" ”

"Master Rabbit, of course your butt hurts." Wei Qingdao.

Pu Hansheng's neck shrank.

"You can talk so much, you can talk more." Song Ning grabbed Wei Qing's collar and patted his face, "Just like you, in front of the master?" ”

"Do you have a brain?!"

Wei Qing swung his fist to hit Song Ning.

Song Ning threw him over the shoulder and clenched his fist.

No one dared to come up to help, so they listened to Wei Qing's ghost crying wolf.

"Song Shi'an, I, I and you haven't forgotten." Wei Qing covered his pig-like face, "I will definitely let you die a good death." ”

Song Ning kicked him.

suddenly felt that being Song Shi'an was much more comfortable than being Song Shining.

"Get out!" Song Ning glanced at Wei Qing, and then followed the hollow heart.

Wei Qing sat on the ground and wiped his nosebleed, and Tang Bingzhong said in a low voice: "Don't mess with him now, you can't beat him again." ”

"I'm afraid of him? I'm not afraid to die. Wei Qing got up and patted the ashes, staring at Song Ning viciously, "I don't share the sky with him." ”

At the gate of the temple, Zhao Yi squinted his eyes and said in disgust: "Drinking mare's milk is so horizontal?" Song Shi'an was like this before? ”

"I've only heard that there are often jokes, and if it's horizontal, it shouldn't be horizontal." Wind Duct.

In the past, Song Shi'an ate, drank, prostituted, and lived very muddy.

Anything else should be fine.

It's just strange, they didn't care about Song Shi'an before.

Knowing that there was today, they would have taken a few more glances to have a comparison.

"Let's go!" Zhao Yi said.

Yan Feng followed behind and asked, "Master, are you going to continue monitoring?" ”

"Can't you take drugs after spanking?" Zhao Yi said, "Take a look." ”

Yan Feng's eyes widened, the corners of his mouth twitched a few times, and he hung his head and didn't want to take this stubble.

They don't seem to be very particular about it now?

When Song Ning and Pu Hansheng fought and went to the backyard, there were only two rooms left by the thatched house, Song Ning chose the middle, and the one next door to the thatched house was left to Pu Hansheng.

"You weren't like this before, you'll make Xian."

Song Ning glanced at him: "Why did I let Xian but not let you, it's not your problem, you have to reflect on yourself!" ”

As he spoke, he closed the door.

Pu Hansheng stood at the door and touched his nose.

Why did he reflect, what is the truth of this?

As soon as the door was closed, Song Ning scolded Zhao Yi and the martyrs again.

"This grandson, if he hadn't been a demon, the Holy One would definitely not have a court staff."

Song Ning touched his buttocks, although it didn't hurt so much, it still hurt in the end.

Her ass was tender and her skin was torn.

She couldn't sit still, so she could only lie on the kang and hum.

Next door, there is also a constant humming.

Everyone is trying to save face, and now that everyone's door is closed, it is estimated that they will have to shed tears in pain.

Song Ning closed one eye and looked at the guest room. The guest rooms in the temple are really different, not to mention the cold in the room, and there is nothing in the cold color of the gray flutter.

She closed her other eye, preparing to wait for Ma Santong and Qiuyi while sleeping, the door was pushed open, and she said hollowly: "Master Song, the little monk is here to give you medicine." ”

"What?" Song Ning opened his eyes and looked at the hollow.

Hollow was startled, stood at the door with a medicine bottle, and stammered: "Little, little monk give you medicine." ”

Song Ning was suspicious, propped himself up, brushed open the hollow and looked outside, took the medicine bottle in the hollow's hand, and asked with a smile: "How many other sons have taken medicine?" ”

This medicine bottle is of high-grade material and bright color, and it is obviously not from the temple.

"I'll go over when I'm done with you."

Hollow eyes flickered.

"Come!" Song Ning pulled the hollow in and slammed the door shut.

Immediately, the tip of my ear heard footsteps at the base of the window, and I posted it to eavesdrop.

Luckily it didn't go up to the roof.

Before I could finish thinking about it, there was the click of feet on the roof.

Song Ning also guessed with his toes who the windows and roofs were.

Zhao Yi has now fallen to this point, and he has to peek at someone who drugs his ass.

"I'm sorry for you." Song Ning smiled at the hollow, clenched his hand, rubbed it, the hollow's face changed greatly, and he turned pale and bloodless in an instant, "Shi...... Donor? ”

The benefactor touched his hand.

His master said that when he saw the girl's house, he should not look around. And the older women who come to offer incense should not look around, but know how to protect themselves.

But the master didn't say it, men should also be vigilant.

"Come on." Song Shi'an stared at the hollow eyes and led him to the kang.

After taking two steps, Hollow squatted on the ground, almost crying: "Do you want to, or do you want to come by yourself?" ”

Song Ning sneered and dragged him.

Hollow Wow cried.

Song Ning patted his ass and said, "Why are you so scared, didn't you take the initiative to give me medicine?" ”

Hollow opened the door and ran away without looking back.

Song Ning shouted: "Don't go, didn't you help me apply the medicine?" ”

As he spoke, he muttered, lifted half of his clothes, and shouted at the next door: "Pu Hansheng, come and give medicine to the master." ”

"It hurts me."

Pu Hansheng was next door, and the door didn't open: "Get out of the calf!" ”

Song Ning scolded and scolded, lying on his stomach and not moving.

The roof tiles clicked again, and then fell silent.

She breathed a sigh of relief, and she didn't know if Zhao Yi believed it or not.

If she hadn't believed her, she was really going to sacrifice herself just now.

The head is important compared to the buttocks.

At the gate of the temple, Zhao Yi was disgusted for a long time, and got on the horse angrily, and said: "Master, this is really Song Shi'an." ”

"Even if Miss Song is no longer raunchy, she will not be ......"

"She's a woman."

Zhao Yi did not object, and agreed with Yan Feng's words.

"This Song Shi'an, the more I look at it, the more I hate it!" He slapped his horse and walked away.

Yan Feng also secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Song Ning didn't come to save Lu Qingqing's family, and even her people couldn't be found.

I don't know if I'm hiding somewhere, or if something happened.

Qiuyi and Ma Santong came quickly, and as soon as they pushed the door open, Ma Santong said, "Spanking?" I'll see! ”

Song Ning looked at him expressionlessly: "We are not friends, what are you doing here?" ”

"We've known each other for fourteen years, and Poor Dao has been waiting for you for fourteen years. The emotional effort is about to be rewarded, and you can't just give up. Ma Santong sat on the kang and didn't leave.

Song Ning sneered: "I'm going to fight in a while, can you hide?" ”

Ma Santong pouted: "How come, I, I will definitely help you fight together." ”

Song Ning glanced at him: "Go out, I'm drugged." ”

Ma Santong went out aggrievedly.

"Uncle, the slave will give you medicine." Qiu Yi took out the medicine he brought, and Song Ning pointed to the medicine in his hand, "Use this, I brought it from the temple." ”

She would rather believe in Zhao Yi's medicine than Qiuyi's medicine.

Qiuyi's eyes flickered, changed the medicine bottle, and smeared medicine on Song Ning.

"Does it hurt?" Qiuyi asked.

Song Ning snorted and asked, "I've heard the name Song Yuanshi a few times, who is he?" ”

Qiuyi paused. said: "Actually, the son of the Yuan Shi was picked up by the master back then. ”

"When I picked him up, he was only eight years old, and he was very smart, and he knew what he taught, and remembered what he read."

The lord took him as an adopted son and named him. also asked him to promise to stay with the uncle for thirty years. ”

"Thirty years later, the sky is high and the sea is wide and will never stop him."

Qiuyi brought hot water to Song Ning and helped her make tea: "Yuan Shi Gongzi went to the peace talks with the uncle, and after the uncle disappeared, he has been trying to find a way." ”

"The other day, the master wrote to him to come back."

Song Ning thought of something and asked in a low voice, "They are making fun of Song Shi'an's champion...... Could it be that Song and Yuan were ghostwriters? ”

"The slave doesn't know." Autumn Yi lowered his eyes.

Eight or nine is not far from ten.

"Okay, I'll lie down for a while." Song Ning didn't want to talk anymore, but Qiuyi spread out the burden he brought, looked at Song Ning and said, "Uncle, when did you start copying Buddhist scriptures?" ”

Which pot is not opened, Song Ningdang didn't hear it.

Qiu Yi was about to speak, when suddenly there was a commotion outside the door, and someone shouted: "My money is lost here by you, who else can you monks steal if it is not you?" ”