Song Jingfang didn't say much to him, "Trouble Mrs. Hu." ”

"The master no longer thinks about it?" According to the fate of the little master's attitude towards him, this Xuan Cicada master seems to have a high status in Zhenguo Temple.

It's annoying, it's so hard to eat meat.

"I have been practicing for nearly a hundred years, and the red dust is chaotic, so I should continue to walk when I solve my doubts and clear my mind."

Nearly a hundred years?

Hu Sanniang was secretly frightened, Xuan Cicada looked like she was not standing, and she was in the prime of life.

"The master is worthy of being a Buddhist monk, what we lay people want is to cut off troubles, but what the master wants is to enter the mortal world to refine the heart."

With a clever tongue, Song Jingfang got up, and she actually took it.

Yuan Zhi thought that Hu Sanniang was messing around with his ancestors, "Whether the ancestor is still vulgar or not, you should return to Zhenguo Temple and discuss with your uncles before making a conclusion, Hu Shizhu still don't follow and mess around." ”

The little monk hardened, and in the face of major rights and wrongs, he would never compromise.

Who wouldn't talk harshly?

Hu Sanniang's beautiful eyes burned, "Master Xuancian is a high-ranking monk, what he thinks and thinks, and it is not something that you and I can understand." Since it is a practice for the master, the concubine should give her full support, and the fate of the little master is not you? ”

Praise or depreciation, after a few words, the fate of the responsibility is said to be speechless.

In the end, he was young, and he was easily shocked by Hu Sanniang's momentum, and asked Song Jingfang for help.

Big brother, you've found the wrong teammate.

"Mrs. Xie is considerate."

What are you kidding, she can still take the initiative to spit out the meat in her mouth, and her brain is not sick.

Regarding Hu Sanniang's straightforward overtures, Song Jingfang was secretly vigilant.

She could have persuaded the little monk not to offend with soft words, but she stubbornly pushed back. is so clear-cut, and the needle point is not like her previous eight-sided exquisite style.

This thing shouldn't have any ulterior motives for himself, there are always people who want to harm me.

The maid presented the roasted mutton, and Song Jingfang smelled it, which was the smell she had smelled outside the door before.

Green eyes glow, start!

The little monk recognized the reality, and he couldn't stop his ancestor, so he simply closed his eyes and recited the scriptures.

The dinner ended with Song Jingfang eating a mouthful of oil and burping, and Hu Sanniang personally sent Song Jingfang to a resting room before leaving.

Too enthusiastic.

The next day, just after dawn, the little monk got up actively and made great efforts to wake up Song Jingfang.

Song Jingfang was woken up by the little monk, got up angry, and wanted to beat someone. She was cranky last night, turned over and accidentally moved too much, and completely lost sleep after pulling her crotch.

I've been adapting to being a man, but reality always challenges your psychological defenses all the time.

It hurts heartbreakingly.

"Master, I took a look at your feet, and they didn't deteriorate, it's good." Yuan blamed Song Jingfang for silly music.

Song Jingfang let go of his clenched fists, forget it, what to worry about with the little fool.

Both of them planned not to disturb anyone in the house, but Hu Sanniang expected that although the person did not appear, she ordered her subordinates to prepare the carriage.

"The third lady said, yesterday I saw that the master's legs and feet were inconvenient, and the hanging mountain road was difficult to walk, so let's give the master a ride."

The host's kindness and responsibility to announce the Buddha's name, thank you very much.

Song Jingfang thought for a while, took off the bead string around his neck, and handed it to the servant, "I have thanked Mrs. Quan." ”

I don't know what Hu Sanniang plans to plot on him, giving the beads is the end of the hospitality, and also expressing his goodwill and forming an incense fate.

She doesn't stay in this world, but it's always right to make more friends, in case she doesn't have money to eat when she goes down the mountain.

The carriage swayed, and Song Jingfang, who had never been motion sick, was groggy and sour in his stomach.

"Two masters, here we are."

The groom's natural sound, Song Jingfang pushed the little monk and asked him to quickly hug himself and get out of the car.

I didn't go to Zhenguo Temple, but to the mountainside. The road above the mountainside was so difficult for carriages to cross that it had to be walked up on both feet.

Song Jingfang sat on a stone slowly, and the coachman drove the carriage down the mountain with a sneer.

"Master, drink saliva." Unscrew the water bladder and hand it over.

Song Jingfang took the water bladder and was about to take a sip of water to suppress the dizziness.

It's dark.

Hiss~

The needle pierced the brain, and the water bladder was knocked over by Song Jingfang.

She Shanjun!

Song Jingfang covered his head and pinched his temples twice, "Little monk, give me a stick." ”

Yuan Zhi's brain was confused, and his body obediently gave the demon pestle in the burden to Song Jingfang.

"Hiss~"

There was a sound in the grass, and She Shanjun appeared.

"Little mouse, it feels quite sensitive." The voice is soft, with a temptation to sink people.

Yuan Zhi was tense, his body was in front of Song Jingfang, and he warned him, "What are you going to do, this is the boundary of my Zhenguo Temple." ”

She Shanjun smiled silently, staring directly at Song Jingfang, and the little monk was not qualified to let him take a look.

"Come here."

Song Jingfang stretched out his hand and pulled the little monk over, "You go quickly, go back to Zhenguo Temple." "There is no cover-up.

Even his own hearing is better than ordinary people, not to mention a big demon like She Shanjun, whispering in front of him is to cover his ears and steal the bell, and deceive himself.

The fate did not hesitate, and ran away.

His strength is too weak, so he stays here to drag his ancestors back. Yizhuang is far away, he can't move the rescue soldiers to save the master, this time he won't repeat the mistakes of the past.

"What are you going to do, kill me?"

Song Jingfang held the demon pestle in his hand, under the scorching sun, the snake scales on the lower half of She Shanjun's body refracted red light, the complexion on his face and arms was gray, and the blue and black blood vessels were eye-catching, more like an ancient totem engraved on his body.

"Kill you, of course." She Shanjun did not hide his murderous intentions, "I really admire your courage, the wandering soul that can be blown away by blowing a breath, and dare to come to grab things with Benjun." ”

I thought it was the old monk Xuancian who had a plan and left a secret door in his body, but he was hit by a little mouse.

Song Jingfang's heart beat violently, She Shanjun knew his identity?

With a rigid face, he didn't dare to reveal a trace of his true emotions, "What are you talking about, I don't understand." ”

"Little mouse, if you come out obediently by yourself, Benjun can still leave you to be reincarnated."

yours, labor and management believe in your evil.

The drama spirit Song Jingfang went online, and said pitifully: "My lord Mingjian, I also want to come out, but this body is like a solid cage, and I can't get out at all." ”

She Shanjun seemed to smile, "Yes, Benjun still wronged you?" ”

The poor little Song Jingfang shook his head hurriedly, "My lord is wise and martial, how can you wronged me." "No, you've wronged me.

"What good way can the adults help the villain get out of trouble, the villain is grateful."

"Method...... Benjun has one. ”

The loyal little brother quickly sneered, "Yes, please speak, my lord." ”

She Shanjun's blue and red lips raised a pleasant arc, and a tail flicked over.

Song Jingfang leaned back in a panic, rolled over and rolled under the stone in embarrassment to dodge.

Spicy skin, do it if you don't agree with it, and don't play cards according to the routine at all.

Shouldn't the next plot be to find a way to save me "out of trouble", dog thing!