After a breath, Sanskrit took the initiative to move her head forward, making Tao Yao's posture of touching her hair more and more comfortable: "Female donor, Buddha said, the four are empty, be a dog, or be a phoenix, it's all the same."

Tao Yao raised the corners of her mouth with satisfaction, and nodded very happily: "Smart."

Sanskrit replied with a smile, "Wang."

Earlier, she thought about why a thousand years ago, the big demons all died, but Fanyin survived, thinking that it was because of his very "casual" character.

However, although it is a good virtue to be aware of current affairs, it is easy to worry people if they are too aware of current affairs. Who knows if she will be allowed to follow Mao's Sanskrit sound casually at this time, and if she will let others follow it again?

Thinking like this, Tao Yao's fingertips tightened, and the action of smoothing the hair immediately turned into pulling hair.

"It hurts, it hurts......" Sanskrit screamed, "Female donor, what's wrong?"

"On second thought, it's safer to kill you."

Sanskrit screamed and cried and begged for mercy: "Female benefactor, the poor monk swore to the Buddha, and the sincerity of your heart to the female benefactor has not changed for thousands of years."

Phew's millennium!

Tao Yao hurriedly stepped back and rubbed her hand on her sleeve in disgust.

This guy is not secretly in love with the immortals, but in love with the Northern Immortal, no wonder he is yin and yang when he sees the immortals. It's no wonder that he knew that the demon pill in her body was her sister-in-law, but he still acquiesced to her sister's choice.

What kind of big demon who is dedicated to Buddha is simply a shameless person who values sex and ignores friends.

But—

There's nothing wrong with that.

"Promise to listen to me in the future?"

Sanskrit touched the painful brain, and obediently felt it to the extreme: "Hmm."

"No two minds?"

"Uh-huh."

A quarter of an hour later, Tao Yao and Sanskrit Yan Yan smiled and returned to the immortals: "Master, Sanmao'er has deeply reviewed his mistakes and expressed his most sincere apologies to the disciple, so the disciple has decided to be magnanimous and turn the fight with Sanmao'er into a jade silk."

Fanyin nodded hurriedly: "The female benefactor is right."

In the eastern sky, the sun has jumped out of the horizon, and the golden morning sun shines on the three colorful feathers in front of Fanyin's forehead.

Good thing, it's an old monster.

In the harmonious atmosphere, Sanskrit Yin raised his hand, and a simple razor with a blade was conjured into his palm: "Female benefactor, what you promised the poor monk before, can you still do it?"

Tao Yao smiled and stretched out his hand to take the razor, but Fanyin moved his hand and handed the razor to the immortal, and looked at the immortal with burning eyes: "Don't work for the female donor."

Ha? What do you mean? Could it be that she thinks that she will shave his scalp if she is the main knife?

Tao Yao pouted and reached out to grab the razor, but Shangxian moved faster and took the razor.

「……」

When she was stunned by Shangxian's behavior, she heard Sanskrit and asked Shangxian in a shy, "Peach Blossom Jun, why don't you ask, why does the female benefactor call the poor monk Sanmaoer?"

Shangxian didn't answer, probably disdainful.

I don't want to be completely unaware of the Sanskrit sound, it has the meaning of showing off, how can I help it when I see it? She hurriedly spoke: "Nonsense, you only have three hairs on your head, what do you call it if you don't call it Sanmaoer? Do you want me to add one more to you and call you four-cent?"

Fanyin laughed, almost hilarious, and blinked: "Peach Blossom King, Peach Blossom King, although the vicissitudes of life, some things are the same as before. I thought she—"

"Shut up, Great Demon Sanyin." The immortal's expression was awe-inspiring, forcing Sanskrit Yin Shengsheng to withdraw two steps.

Shangxian is angry?

Why is that?

Because Fanyin mistook her for the Northern Immortal King?

Fanyin smiled, straightened out the slightly messy red clothes, and didn't care about the anger of the immortals: "Peach Blossom Jun, the poor monk still thinks that a cold-faced immortal like you, who is used to rejecting people thousands of miles away, suddenly changed his temperament, and actually accepted a little demon who has no cultivation at all as an apprentice, it turned out to be——"

"Great Demon Sanskrit." Shangxian once again broke off the words of Sanskrit, "I have cultivated my body for a thousand years, but I will kill a few peach family members, if you make noise again, I don't mind breaking my promise and killing one more demon."

The immortal in her family is really angry, otherwise she would not threaten the demon with life and death.

But why?

Is it because the Northern Immortal Monarch is irreplaceable in his heart, so he can't be mistaken by others?

"......," Sanskrit smirked and snorted, "No matter how many years have passed, some people's temper just can't be changed, and they deserve to be rejected by God. No, shave your head, this is what your apprentice should do! When you are done, the poor monk will leave, and he will never have anything to do with you from old age to death."

Tao Yao, who was already a little chaotic, was extremely tired by the behavior of Sanskrit Yin who begged people but was unwilling to stab people.

And no matter whether Sanskrit Yin is not pleasing to the Immortal because he can't ask for the Northern Immortal, or because the Immortal has killed the demon clan and makes him resentful, as a big demon who knows the times, doesn't he know that the Immortal is the only object he can't provoke?

Aren't you afraid of death?

That's it, she has a normal brain circuit, and it is unlikely that she can completely understand the brain circuit of a big demon with a brain pit.

But Shangxian didn't want to shave Fanyin, she still saw it very clearly. After all, Fanyin volunteered to be her dog at this time, and as the owner, she had to pet him moderately, and when she let him bite in the future, she could do her best.

Tao Yao looked on her back and said understandingly: "Master, why don't you let the disciple shave Sanmao?"

Shangxian shook his head.

"......" Shangxian herself doesn't want to be affected, and she is not allowed to do it?

Just as Tao Yao didn't understand the meaning of his shake, Sanskrit pouted and said, "The poor monk does not dislike the female benefactor, only the three feathers on the head of the poor monk are natal things, and those who are not weaker than the poor monk cannot be shaved."

"Huh?"

Sanskrit raised her eyebrows and asked, "Female benefactor, what are you cultivating?"

"......" She doesn't have much cultivation, but as the old saying goes, losing people doesn't lose the battle, Tao Yao disdainfully asked, "What kind of cultivation are you?"

Sanskrit raised his chin lightly, and he said very proudly, "It's just Mahayana."

"What?" What the hell is Mahayana? Tao Yao snapped her fingers, and after calculating it, she didn't understand it, when did she have an extra Mahayana plus for the twelve levels of cultivating immortals?

Sanskrit Yin arched his hand towards the immortal: "Peach Blossom King, there is labor."

The immortal did not say a word, but threw the razor back to Sanskrit.

Seeing this, Sanskrit Yin was anxious: "Peach Blossom Jun, although you are indifferent to the demon, but you have made a promise, it is your female disciple who promised to shave the head of the poor monk, do you have to pay the debt as a master?"

Shangxian shook his head and said calmly, "No."

"......" Sanskrit almost wanted to be driven crazy, "Then you should take a knife."

Shangxian lowered his eyes and said with a little disgust, "No need."

The disdain of her family immortal for razor is so heavy that even Tao Yao can feel it, let alone Sanskrit? He was so angry that he stomped his feet: "Peach Blossom Jun, the three hairs of the poor monk...... The feather is a natal object, so even if you cultivate slightly higher than the poor monk, if you don't have the dragon finch of the poor monk, you won't be able to shave off the three feathers of the poor monk, not to mention that you won't be much stronger than the poor monk—"

Sanskrit Yin's stinky words were broken in an instant, because the three swaggering colored feathers standing on top of his head had been gently brushed off by the fairy before he could speak.

Sanskrit Yin was shocked, staring at the three stray hairs that had fallen to the ground, and muttered, "How is it possible...... How can it be...... How could it be ......?"

Tao Yao covered her mouth and couldn't help laughing, because of the shaving of the immortals, she also left three colored dots in front of Fanyin's brain, although it made Fanyin look not so ugly, but it increased the sense of stupidity.

Her family is immortal, it's really not so breezy and moony.

What's even more amazing is that the set of shaving hair of the immortals is so smooth that it is as easy as brushing away the three fallen leaves that stick to the body, so that Fanyin shows a collapsed expression of suspicion.

She privately thought that this was not much different from killing demons.

Shangxian flicked his sleeves and said to Tao Yao: "You wait for a moment as a teacher, and go to see Lu Li first for a teacher."

"Okay."

As soon as Shangxian left, Tao Yao silently bent down, picked up Fanyin's three life feathers, and quietly put them into his sleeves. This is the big demon's natal feather, and it is a good thing to think of, but he can't be asked to take it back.

However, when she got up, she saw that Fanyin was still in a trance, and she didn't care about her three feathers at all.

"Sanmaoer, the hair is off, you don't laugh, but you want to die or not live, what does this mean?"

"He didn't use a knife."

"I see it."

"He didn't use a knife."

Can a knife pick out a flower or what? Shangxian flicked his sleeves, and let the three miscellaneous hairs fall to the ground, but this guy is entangled in Shangxian without a knife?

Tao Yao shook her head and decided to stay away from the goods.

She hadn't left yet, but she heard Sanskrit muttering: "A thousand years ago, in the demon clan, only the demon king could help the poor monk shave his head, but even the demon king also had to use the dragon bird."

"So what?"

Sanskrit frowned, and said hurriedly, "Female benefactor, why don't you understand? The cultivation of poor monks is a Mahayana plus, and it is also a reduction in calamity, and there is only one step away from ascending. In other words, your master, Peach Blossom King, should have completed his merits and ascended to godhood."

"Oh."

Before the peach patriarch died, the question that he wanted to say, but never said, I'm afraid it was not the question of Sanskrit at the moment, right?

But what's so surprising about that? Shangxian is the first in the world, even so, he is full of merits, what is there to make a fuss about?

"......" Tao Yao's indifference made Fanyin's expression crack, and he twisted a face that had become much clearer, and asked, "Female benefactor, do you know what the poor monk is talking about?"

Tao Yao raised an idiot expression and explained to Sanskrit Yin very patiently: "Sanmao'er, if you don't break the mountain, even if you have complete merits, you can't fly to the divine realm."

However, Sanskrit shook his head and said extremely seriously, "Others are like this, but Peach Blossom Jun is not."

"Huh?" What a mess!

It was probably because she put a filter on Fanyin, so much so that she forgot that Fanyin said that Fanyin is a big demon with a pit in her brain, and a smart person like her is really not suitable to talk too much about being sick.

Tao Yao turned around, intending to jump into the immortal, and behind him, Sanskrit Yin said: "Because a thousand years ago, God had deprived Peach Blossom Jun of all possibilities for cultivating Virtue and Consummation, and on the Qiye Continent, anyone can cultivate Virtue and Perfection, but Peach Blossom Jun can't."

Tao Yao paused and turned around slowly: "What did you say?"

Sanskrit smiled, but the smile was like crying: "Yes, female benefactor, you say, why is this?"

「……」

The Immortal once said that he would not become a god.

At that time, she was still thinking, maybe the immortal said it wrong, and later, she thought that maybe the immortal could not become a god, so she said an angry word.

But now, she is completely confused.

"Great Demon Fanyin, isn't it good that my family's master has completed his merits?"

"It's not bad." Sanskrit shook her head, thought for a long time, and added, "But it shouldn't be."

If it is said that it is God who deprives the immortals of the possibility of consummation of merit, and the immortals have already attained the consummation of merit, there is only one explanation that makes sense, that is, God's control over the world and this continent is weakening.

Tao Yao rarely showed a serious expression, her eyes hit Fanyin's eyes directly, and then, word by word, she asked, "Fanyin, before the demon king died, he left a thousand-year curse."

Fanyin raised his eyebrows sharply, and in his dim eyes, there was a faint starlight flashing back and forth, and he looked at Tao Yao eagerly, as if seeking some kind of affirmation.

Tao Yao nodded as he wished: "Great Demon Fanyin, the new chapter may have been torn apart, and the new life of the demon clan may be just around the corner."

A line of tears, instantly rushed out of Sanskrit eyes, he did not reach out to wipe the tears, but asked in disbelief, "Really, female benefactor?"

Tao Yao slowly curled the corners of her mouth: "It's true, because the demon clan has me."

Sanskrit is undoubtedly cowardly, so a thousand years ago, he was the only one who survived and was imprisoned by the Tao family in a bottomless dark iron cage.

But Sanskrit is strong, so for a thousand years, even the Tao family has been soft and hard, and it has not been able to shake Sanskrit, so that he still lives in the world as a big demon, not a spiritual pet of human cultivation.

He was repenting, and if there was an opportunity for him to make amends, he would seize it.

Sure enough, Sanskrit bowed to her: "Female donor, the poor monk is willing to become a dog beside the female benefactor, as long as the female benefactor can allow the demon clan a ray of light."

"The first line?" And not all?

Sanskrit bowed his head and smiled, "Yes, a line."

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