The night before, Murong Cao worked overtime all night, so he rested at the Soul Asking Center again. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Yang Muqing didn't accompany her so late last night, and got up early the next day to clean up the house.

As soon as Murong Cao entered the working state, he would completely ignore the outside world, let alone think honestly and quietly.

The living room was full of information books she was flipping through, on the table, on the floor, on the sofa, there was almost no place to put her feet.

Yang Muqing wordlessly took out a pack of bookmarks, marked the places she opened one by one, and then simply sorted the books and placed them neatly on the table.

Although he is not a Virgo, he has a slight obsessive-compulsive disorder, and he never imagined that he could be such a competent assistant until he met Murong Cao.

"Jingle Bell...... Jingle ......"

The doorbell rang, the doorbell that rang at seven o'clock in the morning was always a little weird, Yang Muqing remembered that Murong Cao didn't let him make an appointment with a customer yesterday, could it be Li Hang or Xu Qiyao coming over?

He looked at the cat's eye with confusion, but he didn't see anyone in the form of a ghost.

Ordinary people may feel that they have hit a ghost, but here in Yang Muqing, he will only feel that a ghost that does not have long eyes has hit his door.

The book was not completely cleaned up, Yang Muqing didn't plan to meddle in things, and went back to continue cleaning.

"Jingle Bell...... Jingle ......"

The doorbell rang again, more hurried than the last, but still patient.

Yang Muqing pressed the jumping temples and opened the door with a "pop".

Yang Muqing, who was about to scold the uninvited guests outside the door, shut up stiffly, and then closed the door again with a "snap".

He must have gotten up too early.

Otherwise, how could his master, who had seen the head and not the end, appear outside the door of the Asking Spirit?

is dressed like this, as if he has traveled through a costume drama......

"Jingle Bell...... Jingle ......"

The crisp but unpleasant doorbell rang three times.

Yang Muqing was hesitating to open the door when Murong Cao's voice came from behind him.

"Early in the morning, it's noisy! Yang Muqing, why don't you let people in? ”

Yang Muqing turned around, and saw Murong Cao running out directly in a pink translucent suspender nightgown, obviously not waking up.

Open the door? People outside the door are not fit to be here and now.

Don't open the door? Murong Cao's curiosity was not unknown to him.

"Smack."

Seeing that he was not moving, Murong Cao pushed him away and opened the door himself.

There was a handsome monk standing outside the door, and when he saw Murong Cao, Shi Shiran saluted.

He was wearing a cotton and linen monk's robe, with a string of large Buddha beads hanging around his neck and a string of small Buddha beads in his hands, and although his hair was shaved, his scalp was smooth and smooth, and there was no ring scar.

"Who are you looking for?"

Murong Cao woke up suddenly.

"Xiao Qingzi, you miss me to death, why do you react so coldly?"

The handsome monk slipped into the door, and then hung on Yang Muqing's body like an octopus.

Yang Muqing looked embarrassed, but still nodded at Murong Cao.

"Since you are your guest, you are responsible for entertaining yourself, as long as it does not affect your normal work, you can stay as long as you want."

Murong Cao looked at the young and handsome monk in front of him, and felt that it was difficult to connect with Bodhizi who was blown up by Li Xuan, but since Yang Muqing had confirmed the identity of the other party, she naturally had no need to question it again, so she went back to her room and continued to sleep with peace of mind.

Yang Muqing unceremoniously pulled Bodhi Zi off his body, the last time he saw him was three years ago.

Bodhi Zi is a natural onmyoji, can walk freely in the two worlds of yin and yang, profound mana, since the age of seven or eight has been known as a miracle in the world, known as the "living immortal", has the ability to bring the dead back to life, but he has a more eccentric temperament, killing and slaughtering all by a moment of joy and anger, so the wind in the world is not good, most people are more afraid of him than respect.

After Yang Muqing came out of the orphanage, due to a chance to meet Bodhi, who was only ten years old at the time, he was caught by him at a glance, wishful thinking to refine him as a ghost servant, Yang Muqing naturally did not want to be at his mercy, after tossing back and forth a few times, Bodhi Zi suddenly changed his mind, saying that he wanted to accept him as an apprentice and grant spells, Yang Muqing agreed for the purpose of self-preservation.

But the master-apprentice relationship between the two always has a layer of vigilance in it, but they don't break each other.

Bodhizi is in front of him, when he doesn't teach spells, he is like a child who doesn't grow up, clinging to him so much that he has a headache, and he doesn't have the slightest consciousness of being a master.

"When did you run away to become a monk?" Yang Muqing scoffed at his outfit that was not much different from that of a monk.

"I'm not a monk, I just think it's fun to dress up like this." Bodhi's eyes as beautiful as a horse's eyes are a little mad.

can really get together with Murong Cao, Yang Muqing said secretly in his heart.

"How did you know I was here?" Yang Muqing raised his eyebrows and asked.

"Just do the math." Bodhi appeared even more innocent.

Indeed, with the power of Bodhi, with a strand of hair, you can also calculate where you are.

"This is where I work, and it's not convenient to entertain customers."

Yang Muqing's body was still blocking the door, and he didn't seem to have the intention of letting him in.

"Who said that I am a guest, a teacher for one day and a father for life, your boss obviously regards you as a master, the master's master, of course, is the master."

Bodhizi gently pushed away Yang Muqing, who looked helpless, swaggered into the living room, and looked around.

"I won't stay long, I recently took an errand to ferry two undead, just around here, and count your location, so I came to see you by the way."

In this regard, Yang Muqing didn't ask much, some of Bodhizi's affairs were more mysterious and strange than Murong Caolai, and it was useless to listen to them more.

"I'm fine." Yang Muqing handed over a cup of tea, his attitude was not respectful, but it was polite.

"But I'm not good." Bodhizi's face wrinkled, and the expression on his face was as if he had been greatly wronged.