The white fox is difficult to cross 11

Mu Qingmao retreated, nodded at Prince Yun, covered his face and seemed to cry and retreated silently, and couldn't help but smile not long after walking out of the palace.

"It's just dragged down and imprisoned, this fire is a little small, and the saint knows that he can't move the prime minister for the time being."

She looked at the red and bright clothes with disgust, and touched the gorgeous mask, and threw it away casually - sure enough, the little monk did it better.

In the past two days, I will accompany the little monk to copy the scriptures together, and wait for this fire to slowly grow bigger, and burn the Confucian students little by little.

"Little fox, where have you been?"

As soon as I returned to the Scripture Pavilion, I heard the voice of the clear space and resentment, and there were clear eyes staring at the door.

"Yikes! Little monk, don't scare the fox, people will die if they scare the fox! Mu Qingmao was startled, froze the action of quietly pushing the door in, and quickly entered the house and closed the door with a smile.

"Next time you play, remember to say it, I thought you were caught." The clearance wrenched the little face, looking unhappy.

"I was wrong! Hehe, okay, little monk, I see you copying scriptures, let's go~"

Mu Qingmao gently lay in front of the desk, watching the Sanskrit words written in the clear space and blending into the golden light, he wrote very seriously, and his eyes became brighter and full of wisdom with each paragraph.

For the next two days, she stayed honestly, reciting scriptures every day, and then she practiced hard, and the spiritual power in her body became more and more like a golden stream of water swimming in various parts of her body.

"Squeak."

It was the first time in two days that someone had come to the door.

"Is it the little master from Zhenguo Temple?" A young man respectfully walked in and saluted.

"Amitabha, what is the important matter of the benefactor?" Jingkong raised his head from the scriptures, stood up and folded his hands.

"The daughter of the Prime Minister's Mansion specially wants to ask the little master to help surpass the soul and purify the filth." The little guy said.

"Okay, but the poor monk only has half a day." Clearance nodded.

"Little master, please."

Mu Qingmao hurriedly turned into a prototype and rushed over, the problem of Qingkong liking to help people has been committed again, you must be optimistic not to give Yin to Confucian and Xiangnu.

She was held in her arms by the clear space, watched him close the door of the Scripture Pavilion and lock it, and then left the palace like this.

As expected, when the carriage stopped, the big words 'Zhuangyuan Mansion' were simply shining, and there were guards guarding the door, and the people inside were not allowed to take a step, and the outside could not enter at will, and only the girls could invite people to come over like this.

"Amitabha."

The clearance followed the little guy into the Zhuangyuan Mansion.

"You are the little monk who came from Zhenguo Temple to pray for blessings?"

A girl in a light rose-colored gold butterfly shirt strode over, although her delicate little face was beautiful, she was ruined by heavy makeup and arrogant expression, she glanced at the clear space lightly, tilted her head and waved her hand: "Go, you show me my Confucian brother, he seems to be affected by bad things, go and cure him." ”

"The poor monk will do his best." Jingkong didn't care, and gently bent down and walked into the house behind the girl.

Mu Qingmao gritted his teeth hatefully, why did Nima Zhiren find a doctor to call the little monk over! resisted the urge to give her a slap, and shrunk his body to hide in the sleeve of the little monk.

Entering the room, Confucian Sheng really looked seriously ill, his face was pale and he pretended to cough lightly, and then smiled gently and politely: "Then please ask the little master." There is a little master who will be able to dispel the calamity of filth. ”

In short, if you can't dispel it, you don't have to go.

Mu Qingmao sneered and bared his teeth from the empty sleeve, looking at Confucius coldly and pretending.

"Ahh Monster! Confucius was startled to see the white velvet fox's head emerging from the monk's sleeve, as if he had seen a ghost.

"Huh?" She pretended not to know, as if she was frightened and ran into the arms of the clear air, where did the clear and transparent eyes come from.

"Brother Ru? What's wrong! Ah, little fox......" Xiangnu heard the voice and hurried in, regardless of the defense of men and women, and when she came in, she saw the fluffy little pom-pom shrinking in the arms of the little monk, and couldn't help but be surprised.

"I'm dazzled? Little master, take that little fox away! Confucian knew that he had lost his temper again, and he barely maintained his image.

Without waiting for the clearance to open, Mu Qingmao ran out of the smoke, and now that the little monk is here, he can no longer use the illusion to stimulate Confucianism, he will be seen through.

Quietly jumped to the roof, lifted a tile and listened to the conversation in the room, now the clear space is chanting to expel all the negative factors, the faint Sanskrit sound has the power to calm people's hearts, even the Confucian and Xiangnu are calm and not half anxious or arrogant.

Half an hour had passed, and the chanting gradually stopped, and the Confucian scholar had fallen asleep deeply.

"It's really amazing that the resentment has been dispelled?" Xiangnu softened a little and nodded.

"Amitabha, there is no resentment in this benefactor, just mental exhaustion and excessive fear." Empty salute.

"What a joke! If there is no resentment, how can Brother Confucian go crazy today, do you mean that Brother Confucian is really just mentally problematic!? Xiangnu shook off the teacup with one hand and angrily faced the clear space.

"Amitabha, monks don't speak." Clearance pursed his lips.

"Youkai! Monster! "Confucius had nightmares, constantly screaming as if he was going through a terrible scene.

"Brother Ru! I'm here with you. When the Xiangnu heard the voice, she hurriedly reached out and grabbed Confucius's hand, concentrating on comforting.

"Amitabha." The headroom slowly receded.

"Brother Confucian, it's me who is not good, if I hadn't been jealous and insisted on killing that little fox, she wouldn't have entangled you, I will invite that Taoist priest tomorrow, and I will definitely let that demon fox's soul fly away!" Xiangnu's originally tender eyes gradually revealed ruthlessness, as if she was imagining the appearance of the person who harmed Confucianism skinning and pulling bones, and his soul was scattered.

It turned out to be you!

Mu Qingmao grabbed the tile suddenly, the host was not only a Confucian and a Taoist priest, but the initiator was actually a girl! Fortunately, I didn't go with the little monk just now, otherwise I would have missed this woman!

Damn, the plan is going to be restarted.

Will the Taoist priest come tomorrow? Then let's end it all together! I don't kill people, but I will make your life worse than death!

I didn't want to listen to the love and hatred of this cheap woman anymore, Mu Qingmao turned around and left the Zhuangyuan Mansion and rushed to the empty arms waiting at the door, rubbed it gently, and sighed in his heart that he should leave in three days, and the time was a little tight, and there was no way to torture that woman little by little, so he could only solve it quickly.

For example...... Was the man you love the most, skinned and bone-drawn by yourself?

"Little fox? What's wrong? Did it scare you? Sensing that something was wrong in her arms, she smiled and touched her head.

"What's the matter, little monk, I'm thinking let's go back to the temple quickly!" She smiled and wagged her tail, then closed her eyes as if she was tired and about to fall asleep.

Jingkong gently continued to touch her head, revealing happy and expectant eyes, and she would be able to go back soon.