"Ah, sand in my eyes." Song Jingfang pretended to rub his eyes.

She didn't see anything, and Bai was happy.

"The autumn wind blows, the master beware of the body." Innocuous little lies, Hu Sanniang will not debunk them boringly.

"Master Xuancicada, the old body will retire first. Sanniang, you entertain Master Xuancia on my behalf. ”

Hu Ling left with the two juniors, and only she and Hu Sanniang were left in the flower hall.

"I don't know if the rooster in the master's arms is good to use?"

Hearing this, the chicken head drilled into Song Jingfang's arms again, and it was very afraid of Hu Sanniang.

"Shang Ke, I have to thank Mrs. Hu San."

Oh, the purpose is finally being spoken. Song Jingfang's blood boiled slightly, and he waited for her for a long time.

Looking for bad luck Thanks to Hu Sanniang's help, the dying boy chicken is not so easy to find, and the secret and trivial cicada monk did not tell him in detail.

Hu Sanniang has been in business for many years, how could she easily throw out her hole cards, which is destined to disappoint Song Jingfang.

"It's good that the master is used to it, and you just need to tell Sanniang."

In the words, there is a lot of meaning that the current "bad luck" is not suitable to be disposed of, and a new "bad luck" is found.

"Giggle~" Doom's body shook, the chicken's head tilted, and he passed out directly.

Song Jingfang hates iron and steel, bullying the soft and afraid of the hard, dead chickens, so bold, he dares to step on my head and, and fights with my aunt and grandmother every day.

She has always believed in her sixth sense, and she was not sure of Hu Sanniang's attitude towards herself, so she took the Buddha beads to test her, but unfortunately, Hu Sanniang did not make any moves.

In today's words, she can be sure that Hu Sanniang does have other intentions for her. A businessman who is willing to spend money on her will never stop if he does not get back one hundred and eighty times from her.

The last time we met, what did Hu Sanniang find in her?

Not in a hurry, Song Jingfang persuaded himself to hold down his temperament. No matter what she wants, she is waiting for her life, and it is she who asks for help, not herself.

After three days of eating and drinking in Hufu, Hu Sanniang appeared to brush Song Jingfang's "favorability" when she was a child, and she was very busy the rest of the time.

Old lady Hu Ling is even more, after going down the mountain into Hu's mansion, Song Jingfang has never seen her again.

Probably not, this family is ready to run away.

No wonder Song Jingfang thought like this, Hu Ling was a monster, but he became a spy to find out the secrets of the clan for Buddhism. This time about the three saints of the demon clan, almost the survival of the entire demon clan in the human world is involved.

It's good that the Buddhist gate successfully destroyed the altar on this trip, but once it fails, Hu Ling's identity is exposed, and what awaits her is not a simple loss of life, but a bone peeling, flesh and boiling oil.

The next day, Fu Xin brought more than 20 disciples to find Song Jingfang. The group was in a hurry, and they didn't even have time to enter the mansion to drink saliva, so they called Song Jingfang and went to Shaoyang City.

Song Jingfang noticed that there were entourages dressed as errand officers in the ranks.

"What happened? So in a hurry. ”

Cicada monk observes the celestial phenomena, and the time in the Hanging River Mountains is estimated to be in the next month, there is an errand service, and Fu Xin is so anxious, it must be something wrong in Shaoyang City.

When it comes to Shaoyang City, the silver bottle can't be bypassed, or she will take it away?

"Soon after the ancestor left, someone from the Shaoyang government came and said that there were monsters in Shaoyang City, and asked the abbot to send someone down the mountain to eliminate the demons."

Fu Xin's tone was heavy, presumably it was the monsters of Shaoyang City who made a lot of trouble.

"It's crazy." Song Jingfang sighed.

Generally speaking, monsters do not dare to go to crowded places, especially the main city of a country, which is the residence of the true dragon emperor, the place where the national fortune is condensed, and the momentum suppresses demons and evils.

Although Shaoyang is not the imperial city, it is very close to the imperial city, it is a subsidiary city of the imperial city, and now there are monsters openly wreaking havoc in the city, it is conceivable that the two ways of the demon Buddha have torn their faces, to the point of not dying.

The situation in Shaoyang was urgent, and under the leadership of Fu Xin without the slightest stop, Song Jingfang and the others hurried to advance to the city before the sun set.

"Master Fuxin, save the people of Shaoyang City."

Shaoyang Mansion Yin saw Fu Xin and immediately knelt down, and the forty or fifty-year-old man shed tears on his clothes, crying and complaining to Fu Xin Monk at the same time.

It's obviously the style of his parents' officials, but Song Jingfang was chilled when he saw it, goosebumps fell layer by layer, and rose again, it was too exaggerated! Hold on to bad luck for warmth.

chattering, a bunch of people stood in the court to watch this Lord Yin perform.

"Your Excellency, please get up."

Fu Xin twisted his brows and wanted to help Fu Yin up, but Fu Yin's mouth foamed and said vigorously, and he blocked Fu Xin's hand back.

Shaoyang Mansion Yin also wants to save face, he has earned enough fame just now, and when Fu Xin stretched out his hand for the third time, he finally came down the ladder.

Quickly got up, and wiped the evaporated tears on his face in a fake way, "Master forgive me, the lower official is anxious, and he lost his temper." The masters were tired of traveling and traveling, and the lower officials ordered someone to arrange the food......"

Fu Xin interrupted rudely, "My lord is concerned about the people of Shaoyang, I don't know if you can take me to see the corpse first." ”

When he said this, Fu Xin's two eyebrows were twisted into a straight eyebrow.

can force the always patient Fu Xin to be like this, I have to say that this Lord Fu Yin is a talent. Song Jingfang felt funny, and couldn't help but wonder if Monk Fuxin was bursting in his heart at this time.

In the past, Fu Xin inevitably said a few more nonsense words to Fu Yin. But now that the demon clan is menacing, as a disciple of Buddhism and a healer, his life is at stake, and he is really not in the mood to be in a false relationship with this Lord Yin.

Lord Fu Yin cared about putting on his official hat, and he was happy to hear that Fu Xin wanted to see the corpse first, and took them to the room where the corpse was placed.

Nearly 100 corpses were placed in the three-piece townhouse, head to head and foot to foot. The corpse was placed at different times, and there were all kinds of decomposition levels, and the sky-high smell made Song Jingfangxun's eyes unable to open.

His throat was tight, and Song Jingfang swallowed saliva to resist the urge to gag.

"What's the matter with you! Gott~"

Lord Fu Yin almost fainted from the stench, but fortunately there was an errand officer on his side to help him hide out of the courtyard, otherwise there would be another corpse in the morgue.

After spitting out all the overnight meal, Lord Fu Yin convulsed and asked, "There are so many corpses, they are all rotten and don't take them to bury." ”

He knelt on the ground, "My lord, you ordered that he should not be buried." "He stays here all day, and he doesn't know what he is sinned against?

"I ...... Hugh has to quibble! This official is busy with official business, and if you don't know the situation here, you can't take the initiative to report it. ”

Song Jingfang was impressed by Fu Yin's pot-throwing skills, and he criticized it. Whoever it's fault, I'm not wrong anyway.

Fu Xinmian entered the morgue without changing his face, and checked the corpses one after another, and found that they all had open stomachs and disappeared without a trace.

Song Jingfang was self-aware, and for the dignity of his ancestors, he stood in the courtyard and waited for him to come out.