The old abbot was still smiling, turned to look at Jun Qing, and said kindly: "The donor has a strange face, and he is still alive and dead, but why is this life so specific that the old man can't see it, he only knows that it is extremely expensive." ”

When the old lady Song heard this, a smile appeared on her face, she knew that the good grandson was a blessed person, how could he be a gentleman?

And the party Jun Qing accidentally raised his eyebrows, but he didn't expect this person to really have two brushes.

She borrowed the corpse to resurrect the soul, isn't it in response to the sentence that she is still alive and dead?

It's just that I don't know what the little guy's obsession is, the deity obsession or the obsession of this world?

Everything in the old monk's mouth has a certain number, if it is true, then will it be a fate for the two of them to meet?

All of this, could it be that it was manipulated by a big one?

Is it the way of heaven?

Or is it the person behind it?

Jun Qingfeng's eyes gradually narrowed, and his divine sense swept across the sky.

I only heard a "bang", a lightning bolt struck, and then the sky thundered and rumbled.

Everyone on the ground raised their heads in shock, the sun was still shining, and the sky was clear, but their feet were inexplicably cold.

And Jun Qingzhou, Zhou Zhou, and everyone were even more miserable, and their hearts were cold.

The old lady Song couldn't stand it and fell down, which frightened everyone, and they helped her out of the temple, got into the carriage, and went straight to the medicine hall.

Gu was closest to Jun Qing, and his feelings were even stronger, and the terrifying air pressure shocked his heart, but for some reason, it couldn't hurt him by half a point.

touched the jade pendant on his chest, and his expression was unknown.

Jun Qing retracted his consciousness and turned his head to look at Gu Li: "Let's go." ”

Gu Li gathered his thoughts and followed closely to his side.

After the two left, the old abbot shook his head, his eyes full of complexity: "Amitabha." ”

As soon as Jun Qing returned to the courtyard, he had lunch with Gu Li and flashed back to the space to cultivate.

And Gu Li was sneaking around preparing to sell the stolen goods.

The little servant came in with a charcoal basin as he ordered, and was very puzzled: "Young Master, what do you want to sit on here?" Now that the weather is getting warmer, there is no need for it. ”

Gu Li's expression was a little uncomfortable: "You go out." ”

It is not intended to be explained.

"Okay." The little servant took a closer look at the charcoal basin again, frowned and walked out of the room.

After the person left, Gu Li hurriedly fastened the door, turned around and folded back to the closet, took out the previous sheet, walked to the charcoal basin, lit it and threw it in.

Until all of them are reduced to ashes, they can rest their minds.

Calling the doors and windows to breathe.

But I didn't know that as soon as the smell dispersed, it attracted a group of maids and maids to snoop, and everyone had different opinions.

Mrs. Song, on her side, saw the doctor, it was not too serious, she grabbed some tonic medicine and came back, and took it all three times, and the whole yard smelled of medicine for a while.

Time passed slowly under the feet of the soldiers, and it was already ten days later, and the army was more than halfway through.

In the past ten days, Song Huaijin took advantage of the power of the governor of the capital to inspect everywhere, quietly hoarded grain and grass, and gathered secret forces.

Counting the days, Song Huaijin planned to recruit troops in the name of this battle, and this action seemed to outsiders to be a loyal minister who was worried about the country and the people, and was responded to by many people.

Of course, there are always people who notice that something is wrong, Song Huaijin is not worried, even if someone with a heart wants to report to Beijing, it will take seven or eight days to hurry up.

By the time the emperor sent troops to encircle and suppress him, he had already arrived in southern Xinjiang and controlled the overall situation.

Song Huaijin gathered his thoughts and summoned a few henchmen to order some matters.

After hearing this, the henchmen were shocked.

Song Huaijin's narrow eyes narrowed: "Don't forget, whose people are you?" If the official is defeated, everyone will die. ”

When several people heard this, they bowed their heads one after another: "Yes." ”

Then he raised his feet and went out to do errands.