The four-character formula of Buddhism: from the heart, admit it.

Since the establishment of Xiaoaotang, Ye Mushen has resolutely implemented this principle to the end.

The reason is also very simple.

That is the eternal four-character recipe for getting rich: harmony makes money.

In fact, the four-character formula of Buddhism has long been integrated into all aspects of the life of the Tsundere hall master.

He didn't believe in Buddhism, demons, evil, or fate.

The only thing he believes in is two words: trading.

Nothing in the world can escape trading.

Only trading is fair.

Only trading can make people take what they need and become stronger.

Transactions make people their own masters, and even make everyone sought-after.

Because all transactions have come and gone, not meaningless unilateral payments.

The transaction of harmony is in the best interests of the long-term.

If the master of the hall does not make a move, he will definitely seek a win-win situation.

The opposite of this is affection.

This kind of mysterious existence is unpredictable, and it makes smart people become ignorant and corrupt.

Smart as a night ginseng, the best know how to weigh.

The moment he realized that he had moved his feelings, he had already made up his mind to retreat.

Because it's not worth it.

Even if I'm only slightly moved. Even if that feeling made him forget his ordinary worries.

Even if that person is Ling Shang.

Probably, it's also because that person is Ling Shang.

Mysterious as a ghost, treacherous as a charm, cold and arrogant as an icy Ling Shang.

Ye Mu Shen, who had not slept all night, was followed by a horse riding the wind at this moment, holding Bo Yun wine in his hand, and thinking of the beauty of Ling Shang in his heart.

He stood at the crossroads, hesitated for a long time, gritted his teeth, and walked in the direction of the dustless residence.

This is one of the most non-Buddhist decisions of the Tsundere Hall Master.

But no matter how you look at it, it's the wisest decision.

It is also the decision that is most in line with the principles of trading.

There was a strong, strange smell of medicine in the dustless center.

Ye Mushen threw the wine on the stone platform under the red maple in the courtyard, covered his nose and went to the pharmacy.

"Boss Ling, your new guy is really a big shelf!" Ye Mushen pretended not to see the disgusting toad snake ant in front of Ling Shang, and forced himself to calm down, "You Qingfeng Zhai people don't eat soft and hard, this is very appreciated." But ......"

Ye Mushen stared at the green snake that was spitting red letters at him, and inhaled in fear, "But ah, you are all too rigid to make a big deal!" ”

Ling Shang didn't raise his head, "Yingxiao is mine." ”

He clasped two fingers around the mouth of the green serpent; The other hand was raised slightly, revealing a fair, slender wrist.

The green snake bit Ling Shang's wrist, and the blood that spilled out was even redder than the snake letter.

After a while, the snake's teeth turned black and fell. The snake letter also turned purple.

The snake's body writhed violently, and instead wrapped around Ling Shang's wrist, as if it had been stimulated by extreme pain.

The most terrifying thing is the snake eye.

The glass-like snake eyes gradually turned purple, and finally lost all vitality and condensed into a purple diamond-like spar.

The snake body wrapped around Ling Shang's wrist also gradually relaxed.

The places where it was stained with Ling Shang's blood all festered.

The place where it was clinging to Ling Shang's wrist was pierced by the ice barb, and the flesh was blurred.

The green snake magically transformed into two snake-eyed amethysts and a pool of black-purple pus in Ling Shang's hands.

He slowly poured the remains of the green snake into the medicine furnace in his hand.

Ye Mu ginseng saw that his hair stood on end, and he stiffened in place.

He had forgotten to question Ling Shang on how to say that Ying Xiao was his.

He still couldn't remember to question how Ling Shang knew that he was asking for guilt in order to welcome Xiao.

He even subconsciously believed that Ling Shang could always easily see through his intentions, and could always expose himself under the mask of laughter.

"Are you afraid?" Ling Shang picked up an ugly-looking toad again, raised the corners of his lips mockingly, and the bewitching charm of his eyebrows and eyes was suffocating-

"I didn't expect that the Lord of the Night Hall was not afraid of the sinister hearts of the ghosts, but he was afraid of this insect and snake that couldn't even control his own life......"