"Hey, how do you get so many corpses here?" In the depths of the fiery red maple forest, a bald and handsome man in a white robe with wide sleeves and a collar walked out, with a little surprise on his face, and when he saw everyone, he just smiled and nodded at everyone with Buddhist beads in his hand.

"Why are you here?" The Queen Mother blurted out, her tone was anxious and fast, not as slow and casual as usual, as if she didn't care about anything.

The Queen Mother seemed to notice her gaffe, and instantly restrained the expression on her face, but Zhan Qing on the side turned her head keenly to put her blank and fierce expression into her eyes, and glanced at Wei Jiang not far away, only to see that Wei Jiang still maintained a noble son's style, and there was no flaw on his face, but Zhan Qing noticed his hand holding the sword, and his bones were slightly white.

Qian Qian looked dazed, I don't know where this came from, but Ji Yinyue, late autumn did not forget to open the folding fan he used to pretend to be forced, covered half of his face, and only looked at it with a pair of good-looking dark eyes, as if he was considering what old relationship this monk suddenly appeared with the current queen mother.

Zhan Qing also looked at the two of them with suspicion, and immediately made up the difficult love story between the monk who threw away the red dust and the noble lady who once wanted to fight the sword world, but think about it, where is this Wei Jiang, who is said to have emasculated himself for the queen mother, lean?

It is a good fate, there are no waves on his face, and his smiling face has not changed a bit, and he seems to be unfamiliar with the Queen Mother, but he just smiled: "The temple where the poor monk stays is close to this mountain, and when he hears the sound of fighting, he naturally looks for it."

"Done?" The Queen Mother's apricot eyes were sharp, her voice was cold, and her fair face without a trace of wrinkles looked at Shanyuan coldly: "This matter should not be meddled in a monk like you who has escaped from the red dust, since you have already finished reading it, you will leave on your own, otherwise the Wai family will be counted as a fellow party and put in prison!"

Zhan Qing frowned slightly, according to the temperament of the Queen Mother she understood, this person should not have so many words to remind an unrelated monk, coupled with the abnormal attitude of the Queen Mother, let Zhan Qing find good karma to understand the careful thinking of understanding this old fate after the fight.

"The dead naturally have nothing to do with the poor monks, but the only apprentice of the poor monks is involved in this unwarranted disaster, so he naturally wants to intervene in one or two, as the national teacher of South Vietnam who prays for the blessings of heaven, the poor monks should be able to find out this matter with him, right?" Shanyuan is holding a Buddha bead, with wide sleeves fluttering, and one hand behind his back, like an immortal who is about to feather and ascend to the immortal.

It was because he said that he was a national teacher, and everyone present immediately thought in their hearts, this bald donkey does have a bit of the appearance of a Taoist monk - wait, a Taoist monk, and near this hunting mountain, is it not the master of good fate in Baoshan Temple?

"In vain?" The Queen Mother squinted her eyes, glanced at Zhan Qing, and her face was not very good.

"It is the eldest lady of the General's Mansion, Zhanqing, the two of us fell in love, and accepted them as apprentices, but no one stipulates that monks can't accept ordinary people as apprentices!" Shanyuan smiled and pointed at Zhanqing, Zhanqing twitched the corners of his mouth, swearing that he didn't see Shanyuan didn't see the slightly darkened face of the Queen Mother when he said about the laity.

"Whatever you want!" The Queen Mother didn't say a word, only coldly dropped two words, brushed her sleeves and turned to leave, and everyone hurriedly followed.

Zhan Qing rode on his horse and looked at his master who didn't know whether to talk about the pit man or the short guard, his eyes were slightly complicated.

"I'm doing a good job, let's go first!" It's good fate, with a very familiar look, unceremoniously waved his hand to let Zhan Qing go, not too far from the monk who looked unfathomable in the temple before.

"The apprentice knows!" Zhan Qing bowed his head, pulled the reins of the horse, clamped the horse's belly and left.