Master Zhiyin was shocked and hurriedly said, "Shi ...... Don't be rash. The poor monk just said that if the two of you are deadlocked, there will naturally be no good outcome. But as long as this side 'overcomes rigidity with softness', feelings will come naturally. ”

This old monk, if he hadn't had an idea and forced him to say this, would he have planned to keep his mouth shut? Although I don't believe it, my son will still be depressed for a while. Sure enough, the monks who have attained the Tao are not credible, why hasn't his temple been banned?

Seeing the banter flashing in Shang Jin's eyes, Master Zhiyin realized that he had been fooled. I thought to myself: When did the old man suffer such a loss? Apart from...... He quickly caught the flash of inspiration in his mind and asked, "This donor, although the old man shouldn't ask more, can you tell me the name?" ”

Shang Jin thought to himself: I know that I shouldn't ask too much and talk so much! But he replied with a smile: "Xiaosheng's surname is Shang, and his single name is a 'Jin' character." ”

"Shang Jin?! The old man thought he would never see you in his life. There was a hint of excitement in his voice. Shang Jin raised his eyebrows, watching him take out half of the map from the secret compartment of the Buddha statue and hand it over. "This is half of the map that your mother entrusted me with in her early years."

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The stars are sparse in the night, and everything is silent.

Mu Ningjiu took out a transparent pill from under the pillow and swallowed it with water. Just in case, she waited for Xiao Mu to appear in the house, and an hour passed, and she hadn't come out yet. Did Master's medicine work? It's good. The temperature in the house gradually rose, so she simply put on an ink-colored gauze and walked to the depths of the bamboo forest next to the temple to seek a cool seat.

I don't know how long I walked, the bamboo forest gradually thinned out, and a spacious circular flat ground appeared, with a set of stone tables and chairs placed in the middle. Such as practicing the moon, outlining a figure of drinking with the moon. She frowned, this back, with broad shoulders and a slightly chubby figure...... It's familiar, isn't it......

The man seemed to hear a noise and turned nimbly.

Their eyes widened the moment they saw each other. The man hid the wine bottle in his hand behind his back with lightning speed, then coughed and said, "More deeply, what is the female benefactor doing here?" "The lack of qi in the middle reveals an obvious weakness of the heart.

Ha, this old man was caught drinking by her. During the day, he also warned his disciples that wine was a taboo in Buddhism...... Oh? And chicken! Gee...... It's a nourishing life. The corners of Mu Ningjiu's mouth curled and asked, "How does this wine taste?" Master Zhiyin was stunned for a moment, and said slowly: "That...... Female benefactor, this wine is buried in Tianmu Snow Mountain for hundreds of years, and it is naturally the best in the world. As long as you help me keep it a secret and give you some," he swallowed reluctantly, "it doesn't hurt. ”

Centuries of wine...... The taste should not be bad. Her curiosity and greed were aroused, and she forgot about Xiao Mu's business: Speaking of which, she has been a human being for two lifetimes and has never drunk alcohol so far. So he said, "Deal." Come, give me half a pot first. ”

When Master Zhiyin heard the second half of the sentence, his eyes widened: Heh, this female doll is really a lion's mouth. You must know that Ling Liquor, a century-old wine, can be poured by ordinary people with a glass. Thinking of this, his eyes flickered, he poured a glass of wine for her, and said, "Please." ”

Inside the blue and white porcelain, the transparent wine reflects the cold moon. Mu Ningjiu raised her eyebrows: It looks no different from boiled water. When you smell it, the tip of your nose is surrounded by only a faint fragrance of peach blossoms. This wine is not strong, otherwise this old monk would not dare to drink too much.

In the blink of an eye, a glass of wine was over. She only felt warm and comfortable in her body. Then, this warm current poured into her limbs and brain, and she seemed to be in a small room where the fire was blazing, drinking warm ginger tea, and gradually, her head began to grow heavier......

Seeing that she was already drunk and unconscious, Master Zhiyin couldn't help but pat his head in annoyance: this wine is no different from cold water, but it has great stamina. Now, how do I get her back? In vain my name, I patronized the protective wine, but I didn't think about the consequences, eh.

The moonlight shone through the layers of bamboo forests and shone on Mu Ningjiu's white jade-like arms, glowing with a soft warm light. Zhiyin just wanted to reach out to help her back, but a cold and arrogant woman suddenly appeared in front of her: dressed in aqua blue butterfly silk satin, three thousand green silk swayed with silver-white steps, revealing eyes as deep as a pool of water...... His hand was retracted.

After shaking his head, he shook his head helplessly: It's been eight years, why can't he forget her. We won't see each other again, what's the use of you still remembering her? He said to himself. A trace of pain flashed in his clear eyes, and he glanced at Mu Ningjiu's quiet sleeping face, and then walked straight out of the bamboo forest.

When he was gone, a man in a nightcoat flashed from behind the bamboo. His whole body is hidden in the night, and he only has dazzling blonde hair, which is not to be ignored.

As he walked towards Mu Ningjiu, he scolded in his mouth: "This stinky monk wants to do bad things while other girls are drunk." Fortunately, my conscience finally found out, otherwise I would have asked him to see how powerful this thief is. What else is Master Zhiyin, ...... "Looking at Mu Ningjiu's slightly flushed cheeks, he nagged again: "Oh, Ning Ning, you don't tell me when you go out, how can the girl's family not have a sense of prevention, how dangerous it is to be alone outside...... Luckily, I met Ben the thief. ”

He grabbed one of her hands, rested it on his neck, and then let her lie on his back, and slowly moved towards Mu Ningjiu's residence, Lanning Courtyard.

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After a cup of tea, Master Zhizhen called a few sleepy-eyed disciples to hurry over, only to find empty stone tables and chairs. He had a chuckle in his heart: she wouldn't ...... Something happened, right?

When Shang Jin was on her way to Mu Ningjiu's room, she happened to see a blonde man in a night suit carrying Mu Ningjiu on his back and walking towards her house. He raised his eyebrows and was about to go in, only to find that the blonde man came out quickly: "Eh, really...... How to get drunk like this, it's not like words. "Babbled away. Seeing this, Shang Jin flexibly touched into Mu Ningjiu's room.

There was a sudden whisper in the quiet room, and when I listened carefully, there was silence all around, as if nothing had happened.

Inside the house, Shang Jin covered the woman's mouth with one hand, restrained her wildly waving hands with the other, and sat behind her. The woman's crystal eyes were full of fear and fear, and she only heard him say in a deep voice: "Xiao Mu, don't be afraid, it's me, Shang Jin, we met yesterday." The person in front of him gradually stopped breaking free, turned his head, and motioned Shang Jin with his eyes to let her go.

She spoke: "Brother? Where are we now? ”

"Xiangcheng Hidden Temple. Your sister has been tasked with looking for someone with me. Today your sister was drunk and unconscious and was carried back, do you know what happened? ”

Xiao Mu's eyes fluctuated slightly: "No wonder...... It felt as if it was suppressed. Brother, I don't know much about this, the part of the memory you said is with my sister, you'd better ask her in person. ”

"Hmm...... All right. Shang Jin thought to herself: If the little fox would tell him, he wouldn't ask her.

"Brother, where are we going today?" Xiao Muliang's sparkling eyes flashed with inexplicable expectation. Seeing Shang Jin coughed embarrassedly, don't look over: How can this expression be extraordinarily inconsistent with Mu Ningjiu's face? He shook his head and stopped thinking, got up and beckoned to her: "Come, come with my brother." ”