"Why are you still here?"

Didn't she eat all the fasting dishes, shouldn't the little monk disappear mellowly.

"Master, you haven't finished eating."

Song Jingfang: "......"SO?

Yuan Zhi didn't pay attention to Song Jingfang's ugly face, and added without any desire to survive, "It's not right to waste food." ”

Blame me, am I willing to waste it? And what's going on with your expectant expression, wait for me to praise you.

Song Jingfang silently stayed away from him, "Master Ancestor sees that you work hard every day, and the rest of the fasting will reward you!" ”

Afraid of refusal, he opened his mouth to block his words, "The elders can't resign, don't appear in front of me in the future if you don't finish fasting." ”

The little monk said that he couldn't say that Song Jingfang didn't leave, and sat next to Song Jingfang with his rice bowl.

Where is the ancestor, where is the responsibility.

Hey, it's up to me. Song Jingfang was in no mood to take care of the little monk, her little chicken mushroom soup was ready.

The aroma is fragrant, and I can't wait to scoop a spoonful of soup and try it.

"Ahh

Song Jingfang dodged to the limit, and the soup in the soup spoon flew out.

"Bang-" smashed over the big iron pot, and the whole pot of chicken and mushroom soup was fed to the father-in-law.

Song Jingfang heard the sound of something shattering, and her heart was broken.

"Dead chicken!" Song Jingfang shouted violently, pinched the neck of the doomed chicken, and gritted his teeth, "What kind of grudge do labor and management have against you!" "Shaking wildly, the bright red cockscomb of bad luck blurred into a single light.

"Cluck~cluck~cluck~" The forest echoed with the miserable cry of doom.

Song Jingfang simply exploded, ruined my pot of soup, and stewed you today!

How can the little angel of justice allow such a "tragic" murder to happen under his nose.

"Master, Master, calm down!"

Song Jingfang had a lot of strength, and he didn't dare to grab it, for fear of pulling each other, he pulled off the neck of the chicken with fragile bad luck at once.

"Doom is your doppelganger, you can't kill it."

In order for Song Jing to be able to cultivate, the cicada specially bought a dying boy chicken from the bottom of the mountain as a clone, and spread the breath evenly to avoid the way of heaven.

Song Jingfang, who was blinded by the chicken mushroom, regained his senses and loosened his hand. Yuan Zhi secretly breathed a sigh of relief, I was really afraid that the ancestor would break the neck of bad luck with excitement.

"Old immortal, you dare to try it...... Giggle~" The throat of the chicken of bad luck was pinched and screamed.

Song Jingfang said viciously: "Dead chicken cub, if it weren't for me, you would have been slaughtered a long time ago." Take care of it with good food and drink every day, and repay the kindness and revenge! "Throw it on the ground with one hand.

The overall situation is important, and it cannot be rectified.

Bad luck fluttered on the ground and stood up, "You don't kill me, so you kill my daughter-in-law." ”

"You!" Song Jingfang was so angry that he wanted to laugh, "You just said that all hens are your daughters-in-law." ”

Dead chicken cubs, looking for a daughter-in-law every day, be careful that the chicken waist can't stand it! With such a teasing, Song Jingfang's anger was extinguished.

It's not okay to eat meat for a meal, but today I will eat vegetarian scraping oil. With such a healthy thought, Song Jingfang ate the food brought by Yuanzhi.

The little monk was left to clean up the mess, and Song Jingfang went back to the meditation room to sleep with bad luck and just lay down.

"Master, the abbot invites you to come over."

As soon as the cicada had something to find, Song Jingfang was not happy at all. The little turtle cub is very bad, and she feels that her IQ is crushed every time.

The little novice who led the way did not take her to the main hall, but went to the well-closed courtyard in the backyard. Song Jingfang was suddenly serious, and the big thing in the cicada's mouth appeared.

"Master."

In addition to the cicada in the house, there was also an old lady with Fu Xin, Song Jingfang was caught off guard, his eyes stinged, and the old lady's body changed.

Like an X-ray film, Song Jingfang actually saw the old lady's whole body skeleton.

also looks at the cicada one and the two of them, it's normal.

Could it be ......

"Master, this is Mrs. Hu." Fu Xin got up and introduced.

"This is Master Xuancia, Hu Ling is rude."

Old Madam Hu saluted solemnly, the fluorescent white skeleton was still quite mad to herself, Song Jingfang stretched out her hand and lifted it.

"Old Madam Hu doesn't have to be polite, just call me Xuan Chan." How can there be a kind of rush that he is a big landowner.

Cicada didn't talk much nonsense, and got straight to the point, "This time I called my ancestor to come, I asked my ancestor for help." Hu Ling, you tell the situation to the ancestor. ”

"The old body went to Wanlu Mountain to attend the birthday banquet of King Xifeng this time, and learned that they had built an altar and were ready to welcome the three saints to earth."

The king of the phoenix in Wanlu Mountain, the cicada monk mentioned to her that he was a pheasant essence with phoenix blood. It can be seen from his title that he is a monster with big ambitions.

Since Hu Ling was able to attend the birthday banquet of the pheasant essence, his identity was already obvious.

Monsters, bone spirits, fiery eyes!

Song Jingfang was a little excited, could it be that she was the reincarnation of Sun Monkey, rolled in a circle in the sea of fire, and the supernatural powers of her previous life were unsealed?

Calm, calm.

"The specific location, the old man's status is low, and he is not qualified to explore. However, based on the traces of his subordinates' activities, it should be in the area of the Hanging River Mountains. ”

Fu Xin continued: "The altar construction conditions are harsh, although the Hanging River Mountain Range is long and extensive, but there are only three places that meet the geographical conditions, when I go to two places for Buddhism and one place for Taoism, I must not let the three saints of the demon clan descend to the world." ”

"Therefore, when the time comes, we need to go to one place with Senior Brother Fuxin, and the little monk will lead the rest of the monks to another place."

Fortunately, there is a master who has descended to earth, otherwise today, he is really lacking in skills. After months of practice, Cicada was very relieved to Song Jingfang.

"Is it okay to just stop the Three Saints from descending to earth?"

Song Jingfang asked if she prevented the three saints from descending to earth, and she would be able to leave Zhenguo Temple.

"The three saints do not descend to the earth, and the demon clan cannot cause harm to the world, and we can also meet the Buddha when we return to the western sky."

What kind of answer is this, and the cicada monk played sloppy with her again. According to his meaning, I didn't have the face to see the Buddha if I couldn't stop the demon clan from causing trouble to the world, so I wasn't allowed to run if I didn't succeed?

No matter what, I don't care, I have to run if I succeed or not, and I will slip away after grabbing the silver bottle.

Living in the mountains, I don't know how many years have passed.

It was hot and hot when I went up the mountain. When you go down the mountain here, you can see the leaves withering and yellow, and autumn comes.

Before she knew it, she had been in Zhenguo Temple for more than a year.

Song Jingfang took a deep breath of air, the breath of freedom.

There are a lot of preparations to go to the Hanging River Mountains, and she doesn't want to stay in Zhenguo Temple for long, so she goes down the mountain with Hu Ling in advance and waits for them in Hu's mansion.

Crossing the Hufu Gate again, Song Jingfang was in a completely different mood.

"Master Xuancicada, we meet again."

I haven't seen her for a year, and Hu Sanniang's demeanor is still the same.

"Giggle~" Doom trembled, and the chicken's head drilled the crook of Song Jing's square arm.

Song Jingfang's heart moved, wanting to see Hu Sanniang's true body.

"Master, is there an unclean place on the concubine's body?"

Hu Sanniang saw that Song Jingfang had been staring at herself, her eyes were still rolling, thinking that her clothes were inappropriate.