Chapter 570: Monk Monk, I'm a Fox (1)

Above the Nine Heavenly Palaces, it is resplendent and full of clouds and mist.

Song Jin shook the tail of the white velvet fox, and the four little short legs followed the emperor and queen from the divine realm in front of him, and the amorous fox eyes of the seductive soul glanced around restlessly.

Finally, I came to the West Heaven Buddha Gate.

The demon king of the White Fox Clan, who came together, picked her up and whispered carefully,

"Now that Jin'er has gone to the divine realm to study Buddhism, she can't be as naughty as she was in the demon realm, she has to be more restrained, and if you have any questions, please ask your teachers and sisters, and they will help you."

"I don't want to be an old nun! Tsk, listening to a group of monks chanting scriptures every day, annoyed to death," the little fox lazily flicked his tail, reluctantly, "and how can there be a demon world here." ”

"Don't talk nonsense in front of the Buddha!" The demon king's rare tone was solemn and old-fashioned, "Since ancient times, regardless of the demon realm and the god realm, the children of the clan need to experience and cultivate their minds in Buddhism, as the princess of the fox clan, you should lead by example, I have previously explained that your eldest sister will take care of you inside"

Seeing that his father wanted Rory to talk again, Song Jin covered his ears, closed his eyes and shouted, "Don't listen, don't listen!" You're so annoying! I'll pluck your beard and make you a hairless little old man! ”

Isn't that the same as going to kindergarten?

What a joke, she's a thousand years old!

When Song Jin's soul came through, her head was squeezed - she had just given birth at that time, and she was still a milk baby.

A thousand years have passed.

The system hasn't issued a task yet, saying that the time has not yet come, and the target person is not yet an adult, so I'm afraid that after she knows who the target person is, she will go over and insult people in advance.

Song Jin knew in her heart that the target person in this world was probably a very safe level, otherwise the system would not be so defensive against her.

So, without the constraints of the task, and thousands of pampering in one, he really raised the fox's wanton temperament, plus Song Jin is essentially a scumbag, but the previous worlds have to be suppressed by others.

Now that she is completely unrestrained, a thousand years is enough for her to cultivate into a vixen, although her body is still just a white and fat milk ball that can only crawl.

After this explanation, the emperor and the queen have also explained their intentions to the Buddha of Mingzong.

The god realm and the demon realm have always been friends in recent years, and the children of all ethnic groups have more or less interacted with each other on weekdays, and the quiet place of Buddhism is the best place for cultivating immortals in the Three Realms, and the Buddha has always been merciful and treats everyone equally, so he will naturally not refuse this matter.

"You let me go back."

Song Jin's children, who have turned back into milk dumplings, are a little more beautiful than other transformed dumplings, and they have already seen the prototype of charm and soul seduction between their eyebrows and eyes.

She sat on the futon and sighed, looked at the Buddha of Mingzong who was smiling compassionately in front of her, and pursed her mouth: "Monk, I don't want to be an old nun, I am a fox spirit, and I will marry someone in the future." ”

It's a pity that her voice is milky, even if she discusses with him like an adult, it is still easy to make people laugh, and the host next to her hurriedly covered her mouth and smiled.

The Buddha of Mingzong recited "Amitabha", his eyes were compassionate and tolerant, but he didn't smile, but he kept muttering Buddhist scriptures in his mouth, as if he was giving her a purification baptism before the start of school.

Song Jin felt even more annoyed when he looked at it.

Didn't even reply to a word.

Stinky monk, no manners!

It's a pity that she can't beat it now.

Hey~

What is it?

She sat on the futon, and it didn't take long for her to be drowsy, her head was a little, and her eyes were focused on a small emerald green and crystal stone in front of her, with faint lines on it.

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ps: The heroine has a child's personality, because she has been in it for a thousand years, even if she didn't adapt to it at first, she is now adapted to the identity of a child, she may be naïve when she speaks, and the environment can change a person! Probably want to write a childhood sweetheart?

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