After a hurried meal, Ming Yi took the mood of going to a certain port to work hard, and got into the car with the help of Shang Lang's general. Zimo and his gossip room took another carriage.

A lot of dog food was sprinkled in front of the people, and Shang Lang in the back of the people fell directly, and he was like a plaster on Ming'er, and he was not tired!

Shang: What do you want to do with the whole bamboo tube?

Tea: Flower arrangement, flower arrangement.

DS: There are ready-made bottles, why don't you put them on them?

Tea: The bamboo tube is horizontal, boxy, implying that life is stable and stable, plus the icing on the cake.

DS: Why do you want seven?

Ming: Except for one at the tea party, we must first leave one for our eldest lady, and then the eldest lady of the Wen family, and let the rest be shared by the other gentlemen!

DS: What about me?

Ming: I forgot!

Still:......

In Lang Jun's complaining Taixi, Ming Yi stepped straight into Tang Chang'an West City (foreign trade market) to see what was good.

So, the choice difficulty is committed. You can catch a glimpse of a white porcelain three-legged stove with the body acting as a goose belly. The front is decorated with a goose's curved neck, which is like a high-end version of 'Song to the Sky'. What's even more rare is that the tail is in the shape of a six-leaf lobe, which rises the noble posture of a goose.

Ming Yi immediately looked up at her family, Langjun, and he paid for it after he was proud. (Not slower than scanning the QR code to pay)

On the other side, Zimo also stepped forward to stand side by side with us, only Mu Han followed slightly behind. (Bun Room)

"Ah, I'm not mistaken, right?" After Ming Yi finished speaking, he pulled his legs and ran wildly.

Everyone followed her eyes to confirm and take a closer look, but the wind furnace of the clay stack collectively supported their foreheads.

For the two Lang Jun deeply despise, Ming Yi faintly acquiesced. What is rare is that Sister Mu Han carefully shared it with her.

"This is a clay stack stove, which is common for the people of Pingtou. If you don't want these in the house, you won't know about it! It's strange to be like this, it's rare to be a baby. After finishing speaking, Tang Dynasty Haotongfang also laughed.

"That skinny girl, give me the stove in your hand." A chubby and chubby Lang Jun on the side of the road said.

Sister Mu Han couldn't get used to listening to these harsh words, so she quarreled with him, "Yo, there are camels running out of the flock, and you are the only one?" This is what my sister took a fancy to first, we paid the money, if you want to find it yourself, are you afraid that there will be no good ones? ”

When the fat Lang Jun heard this, his eyes widened angrily, and he scolded him, "You have to be careful!" I'll pay double the price for this time, hurry up and get it, it's a lot! As he spoke, he threw the money over, and he had the arrogance of an upstart.

Ming Yi was protected by Shang Lang in the morning, and the money was all smashed on the heads of the monks passing by.

I saw that he was dressed in a tie robe, and he was a little sickly white, but his kind temperament made people feel at ease at first sight. Between the eyebrows is like fresh water, although it has a not very high nose bridge, but it can't stand up the sharp three-dimensional, and it shows a good appearance. In particular, the shape of the lips with the corners of the mouth raised brings out compassion and joy for all things, and I think there is great wisdom.

Ming Yi said in her heart, it's a pity! With such a look, why can't you think of becoming a monk?

In line with the respect for Cha Chan, he still broke free from Lang Jun's arms, walked over to him, and gave a serious salute, Fang said: "Little Master, for the sake of our secular karma, let you suffer, and give you compensation." ”

The little master looked at Ming Yi and saw that she was not as heavy as the woman she had seen these days, and she didn't even wear a headdress, like a water lotus offered on the Buddha shrine, elegant and fresh.

But as Ming Yi foresaw, he was not an ordinary monk, but a well-known exorcist in the Wa Kingdom, who could know the karma of his previous life. He looked at Ming Yi, although he was immature, he had a determined look in his eyes, without the servility and self-pride of the world. He couldn't help but stretch out his hand, palm facing up. Ming Yi also spent time in the temple in his previous life, and he was quite wise, and he also learned to put his palms up.

The little master gently lifted his palm to the back of Ming Yi's hand, only to see the thread of fate from the disconnection and across the show, and put the other palm together at Ming Yi's palm, and then separated, and his heart was already clear. It was originally the soul of regeneration, and it has done something in this life.

He smiled at Ming Yi and the others, clasped his hands together, and said slowly: "If you are reborn, you will be destined to be entangled, if you don't fight, if you don't fight for it, if you don't have an evil mouth, no one can get rid of it." Female bodhisattvas do not need to blame themselves, keep their original intentions, and they can die well. ”

Ming Yi was shocked, this little master saw his origin, can he help him put it back?

"Are you done with the ink? There are 'good paintings' (good words) and put some of them, don't be fooled and confused. Give me the stove! (Never Die)