"Ungrateful and ungrateful, by no means a Buddhist disciple."

"Master, shouldn't you?"

Song Ci asked, a sinister smile crossed the corner of his mouth.

"The benefactor doesn't understand the meaning of the benefactor."

The old monk folded his hands together and persuaded him again.

"The donor should do what you do, and what you ask for will not bear fruit."

"So you don't want to return this favor?" Song Ci raised his eyebrows.

"If the benefactor had understood the benefactor's intentions, he probably wouldn't have come."

"The words have come to this, if the donor has made up his mind, the favor of the old man and the benefactor can also be reciprocated!"

"Amitabha!"

The old monk shook his head and sighed.

In front of him, he had already calculated his business plan.

It's nothing more than asking for a strong marriage.

However, as far as the benefactor of Yancheng is concerned, this son in front of him is just a chess piece.

"If you don't say that, it's over......"

Song Ci finally heard what he wanted to hear.

"The donor insists on this, the old man is just a speck of dust in the Buddhist family, and he can't fight the benefactor."

"The grace of dripping water should be reciprocated by the spring, and if you repay this grace, the old man can recite the Buddha with peace of mind."

"Please also ask the donor to tell the benefactor that Bai An has returned this feeling, let him do it himself!"

"Amitabha!"

The old monk knew that Song Ci would not give up.

I know what he wants.

He can see the destiny of heaven and see things like a god.

But he is not a real immortal after all.

If you can see everything in this world through a pair of discerning eyes, you can calculate it with a pair of hands.

Then this heavenly machine is not called a heavenly machine!

The old monk only knew that Jiangcheng would be ruined in the near future.

The royal family returned, and Jiangcheng was in danger and survival, and he couldn't figure out who would win this game of chess.

This is the fundamental reason why when he purifies his heart and recites the scriptures, he suddenly opens his eyes.

No, the arrival of the man in white Song Ci can make him upset.

"There is a girl in the Jing family, twenty-two years old."

"The master will calculate a hexagram for her for me, and he will come to the door to calculate it himself."

"Tell her that her true destiny is surnamed Song."

"The Jing family has this person, and the future is limitless."

Song Ci said what he wanted.

"Jiangcheng calls you a half-immortal in Bai'an, if you come forward to tell the hexagram, she will believe it!"

"You just need to do what I say, and the kindness of your father-in-law will be repaid."

"In the future, you will be your Zen master, and you will not owe each other!"

After speaking, Song Ci turned around and left.

"Donor walks slowly." The old monk clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha! ”

In his heart, the old monk hid a word.

"The world is a chessboard, and all living beings are chess pieces."

"Benefactor, can you really win this game of chess?"

"There is a royal family in Jiangcheng, you can't sit still, this world is not yours!"

Squeak ......

At the small door of the inner room, a young nun walked in.

In the land of Buddhism, monks and nuns and monks and aunts cannot live together.

Therefore, the appearance of this little nun must have a story.

Bai'an Temple is large and sits halfway up the mountain.

The mountain in the scenic area of Jiangcheng West District is called Tongshan.

There is no copper in the copper mountain, and there are no mines.

Halfway up the mountainside Bai'an Temple, the top of the mountain Tongshan Nunnery.

This Tongshan Nunnery is just a small temple where two monks live.

An abbot, and then there is the little nun who appeared in Bai'an Temple.

The two depend on each other for their lives and are incompatible in Bai'an Temple.

However, some people know that the old monk and the abbot of the Tongshan Nunnery are brothers and sisters.

The old monk is the senior brother, and that one is the junior sister.

This little nun who entered the meditation room wanted to call the old monk a teacher.

"Uncle ......"

Xiao Ni came to salute in front of him, twenty-eight years old, with a vibrant face.

His face is here in the old monk, one in a hundred.

If she weren't a woman, the old monk would have passed on this mantle to her.

However, the old monk also knew that if he did this, the junior sister of Tongshan Nunnery would definitely kill him.

"Jingya, why did you run out again? Your master knows, it's time to beat you again! ”

The old monk pretended to reprimand, raised his hand and pointed to the futon on the side.

"Come here, tell Uncle Shi, why did you come down the mountain?"

The old monk had a doting look on his face.

"Uncle Shi, don't you feel it? There are special, very powerful masters in Jiangcheng! ”

Little Ni Jingya sat on the futon, blinking her eyes and flickering.

Revealing wisdom and spirituality, like a spirit in the world.

"You mean thirteen breaths, three chasing beacon fire day and day?" The old monk smiled slightly.

"Yes! It's so powerful, I'm going to fight him. ”

"My master said I couldn't beat that person, but I wanted to try."

"Uncle Shi, do you think I can beat him?"

Jingya tilted her head, waiting for the answer.

"You can't beat him, but you can beat him in other ways, like chess." The old monk helped with ideas.

"Will he come, then?"

The old monk stretched out his fingers, pinched his fingers, nodded and said, "I will come tomorrow morning, and you will wait for him under the Qiyun Tower, where your master can't see it." ”

"Yay! I'm leaving, and I'll come back tomorrow. ”

Jingya saluted, and saw the fruit on the incense platform, and swallowed her saliva.

The old monk knew it, and pointed to a room in the inner room.

"Go there and get it, Uncle Shi has prepared it for you, there is more than just fruit."

"Tell your master that if there is chaos in Jiangcheng in the future, don't let her go down the mountain."

"I made a note of it, thank you, uncle!" Jingya left with a happy face.

Seeing Xiao Ni leave, the old monk muttered.

"Tongshan Nunnery, there is spring mud, the lover has never returned with a sword, and he has only been a nun for many years."

"There are 80,000 words in this world, and the only love word is the most difficult to write."

"Amitabha, good, good!"

His younger sister is named Chunni.

There is a way that turning into spring mud is more protective of flowers, leaving only the red copper mountain nunnery.

Following.

The old monk went down the mountain early in the morning and was shocked when he raised the temple.

The half-immortals have lived in this Bai'an Temple since they were beaten, and they have never left.

If you think about it, it's been more than half a century.

The old monk became a monk in his teens, and Bai'an Temple was his home.

Now eighty and three, the Buddha's bones are still strong.

One step and ten battles, integrate into the bustling city of this river city.

After the old monk left, Xiao Ni Jingya disguised herself and blended into Bai'an Temple.

Under the Qiyun Tower, he dragged his cheeks and waited for the master to fight.

……

Jing's mansion.

When the old monk appeared in a monk's robe, he reported to his home.

The Jing family guard at the door was shocked for a long time and didn't come back to his senses, thinking that he hadn't woken up from the morning dream.

After some notification, Yao Manshui, who had just gotten up and had not yet washed, hurriedly went out to greet him.

With the help of the colorful double-headed python, Jinghua has woken up, is in the prime of his youth, and his body bones are also good.

Now I can walk around the ground and heal in a few days.

Therefore, I did not stay in the hospital for a long time.

What's more, according to the Jing family's current background, a private doctor can also afford it.

In this regard, the magical effect of the colorful double-headed python made the Jing family owe Qin Chuge a great favor again.

This made Jing Hua unable to face Qin Chuge, she was thinking, when will this favor be repaid?

In the bottom of her heart, she hides a shy way to repay her kindness.

Then make a promise!

At this time, Jinghua is walking around the boudoir, moving his muscles and bones.

A servant came to report that Master Bai An was here and asked her to come over.

Hearing this, Jing Hua immediately got dressed, and with the support of the servant, walked quickly to the main hall of the mansion.

She didn't know that from today onwards, there would be one more true son in her fate.

His name is Song Ci, he came from Yancheng, and he is both civil and military.