She is in Zhenguo Temple, on other people's territory, she is still a little polite.

"I don't know what the two masters call them?"

Fu Xin first looked at Cicada Yi, and then said: "The poor monk Fu Xin has seen the ancestor of Xuan Cicada." ”

"Little monk cicada, I have seen my ancestor."

Song Jingfang muttered in his heart, she is just a fake, and if she pretends to be in someone's lair, sooner or later she will have to show her stuffing, so it is better to take the initiative.

"The past is cloudy, and it is gone. I returned to the mortal world, as if I was a new life, everything started all over again, why should the two of you stick to the past identity? ”

Cicada was humbly taught, "The meaning of the master, the little monk can understand it." The title is just for the convenience of others, and the master doesn't have to care. ”

Qingpiaopiao returned the words to Song Jingfang, since you don't stick to the past, why do you care what others call you.

"What the abbot said is very true."

He smiled on his face and was spicy in his heart. Song Jingfang was a little floating, invincible in front of the little monk, thinking that he could easily fool the monk who lived in Zhenguo Temple.

Song Jingfang was very embarrassed, and returned to the meditation room with Cicada Yi and Fu Xin, washed and changed clothes.

The wounds on his body healed, leaving a horrific scar. It's not her original body, otherwise she would really be distressed to death.

One by one, except for the face, there is no good land.

After washing, the cicadas prepare their meals.

"The ancestor is injured, and he hasn't eaten a drop of water for several months, so drink some white porridge."

The cicada didn't mention it, and Song Jingfang didn't feel thirsty or hungry at all. The white porridge and vegetables were placed in front of her, and she had no appetite at all, instinctively rejecting them.

"Thank you Abbot for your kindness." Didn't touch the white porridge.

Song Jingfang couldn't do it by slapping people in the face like this, so he found an excuse to excuse himself, "Bigu has been in the valley for hundreds of years, and he doesn't eat the fireworks of the world." ”

racked his brains and said that he didn't like to eat.

Cicada apologized, "It's because the little monk didn't think about it well and forgot that the master's Buddhism is profound." ”

Huh! Don't say, I'm not, I don't.

"The abbot said seriously, I returned to the mortal world, my memory was lost and I forgot a lot, not eating is just a physical instinct, where can I say that the Dharma is profound. To tell you the truth, I can't even memorize a single Buddhist scripture now. ”

The most persistent lie in the world is a mixed truth, Song Jingfang threw out this sentence, took the initiative to solve the mystery on his body, and reduced the possibility of others doubting him.

Sure enough, as soon as Song Jingfang's words came out, the cicada that had been swallowing gently changed his face.

"Master, are you saying that you can't remember the past?"

Song Jingfang added: "Except for remembering my name, I forgot the rest. ”

She knew that this monk's name was Xuan Chan, and then she ...... Nope.

The cicada frowned slightly, his fingers kept moving the prayer beads, and his heart was not calm.

Losing memory, shouldn't it be, could it be that there is something wrong with the ban Zen?

Seeing that Cicada kept looking at himself with suspicion, Song Jingfang was so nervous that the corner of his right eye twitched.

"What, what's wrong?" Isn't it so unlucky, it's still hot to tell a lie and it's exposed?

"It may be that there was some accident when the ancestor returned to the mortal world."

As soon as the cicada said this, Song Jingfang panicked, your ancestor didn't come back at all!

She was so nervous that she overflowed, and her little heart fluttered.

Cicada Yi comforted with kind words, "But the ancestor doesn't have to worry, since he is a freshman, he has learned everything from scratch." The little monk is the abbot, and he is willing to help the ancestor to rebuild the Buddhist path. ”

"Huh?" Song Jingfang couldn't sit still.

Re-cultivating the Buddhist path?

Being a monk?

No, it can't be, how can it be.

"I'm going to be vulgar!" Not negotiable.

Song Jingfang is violent, Cicada Yi still looks gentle, and the ancestor has the idea of returning to the vulgar, and Yuan Zhi has told him.

"The matter of returning to the vulgar depends on the ancestor's own wishes, but the little monk doesn't want the ancestor to return to the vulgar."

Wen Tu's indifferent tone, Song Jingfang couldn't quarrel with him even if he wanted to, and he felt that it was unreasonable to speak loudly.

"You said you left me alone......" whispered.

Cicada Yi Zhengse said: "Zhenguo Temple needs a master, and it is not that Cicada Yi deliberately makes things difficult. ”

Here's the trouble.

I guessed with my toes that there was a big trouble in this world, otherwise why would I go so hard to grab a great god who became a Buddha.

"In my current state, I can't help you with anything at all. "It's good not to give away people's heads and not to hold back.

"Master don't worry, the little monk will help you."

Xiao Zhi said, "I live my life again, and I don't want to be a monk anymore." Song Jingfang looked at Cicada faintly, "The twisted melon is not sweet." ”

"When the big thing is over, the little monk will never stop the ancestor."

As soon as the cicada looked back, Song Jingfang could not refuse.

You stare at me, I stare at you, whoever withdraws first is the dog.

……

I'm a dog, I'm a dog.

Compared with patience and perseverance, Song Jingfang collapsed first, which is her opponent of the cicada monk.

"I will re-cultivate the Buddha's path, but I will not abide by the rules and precepts, you can agree."

Eating meat is Song Jingfang's last bottom line, no meat is not a life, if you don't promise me, you just don't do it.

"The little monk has no right to interfere with the ancestor."

Cicada Yi agreed, and the rules and precepts were not important to them.

The matter was negotiated, and Song Jingfang unceremoniously "invited" Monk Cicada to go out.

Lying on the bed and sighing, it's all debt. occupies other people's bodies, takes over other people's cause and effect, and returns.

Think about how you were so unlucky and fell to your death. Now dead and wearing, seamless, life and death events are like a joke.

God's armpits are so fragrant.

*

Early in the morning, Shaoyang Shangshu Mansion.

Du Zhongjing was still in a dream, and the silver bottle had already been freshened up and dressed up, and went to greet Mrs. Du.

When the silver bottle arrived, Mrs. Du had not yet changed her clothes, and she went into the house to serve.

"Jing'er slept soundly last night?"

Mrs. Du drank tea and rinsed her mouth, and asked Du Zhongjing's physical condition in the silver bottle.

"Mother rest assured, Xianggong slept well last night."

With Xiao Erniang taking care of Du Zhongjing closely, Mrs. Du is much more relaxed. After a few routine questions, Mrs. Du's eyes swirled on her stomach.

"You and Jing'er have been married for a while, why haven't you seen any movement in your stomach?"

The young husband and wife are dry firewood, even if Jing'er is weak and restrained, there should be news coming out.

Yinhua'er's face turned pale, "My daughter-in-law doesn't know." ”

She couldn't get pregnant.

Mrs. Du saw that she took care of Du Zhongjing, and she did her best for her sake, so she did not blame her much.

"Chengdong Dr. Xu is a famous holy hand, and today he was invited to recuperate for the ladies in Fuzhong, and you can also come to Lide Yuan after serving Jing'er after taking medicine."

"Yes, my daughter-in-law has returned to Minde Hospital."

Mrs. Du nodded, "Go ahead." ”

The silver bottle led the maid out of the Lide Courtyard, sad all the way.

Where did the mother ask Dr. Xu to recuperate the young ladies in the house, and it was obvious that she came specifically for her.

Although he has a breathing and heartbeat, he can only be regarded as a half-living person, and there is no way to have children in this life.

"Liniang, why is your face so ugly, is your mother embarrassed you?"

When the silver bottle returned to the Minde Courtyard, Du Zhongjing saw at a glance that something was wrong with her.

"No, my mother treats me very well."