readx;? After receiving a big-eared post, he could only rub his face and return to the cave in a hate that he couldn't catch up and find the field, right?

To say Wan Qingping, although he is now a Jindan monk, in fact, he is no different from other men, he is born with a cheap bone, the more easily he can't get something, the more itchy he is, every time he sees Yu Min, he always wants to go up and get a little cheap, for example, touch the soft little hand, and then have a chance, it would be great to be able to go up and kiss the two, but unfortunately, Yu Min is not an ordinary woman, smart and tight, so the number of successes is very small, and there are many times when he is hit by big ears. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Since the drug can't be used, what should I get next time?" squinted his eyes, and as he walked towards the cave, he began to think about the ghost idea again.

Walking into the courtyard and suddenly stopped, it was not that he had come up with a good idea, but that he ......

I saw him shake his robe, and in the glow of the sun, a long wooden box appeared in his hand, which was the one sent by Fang Cai Yumin, and when he opened it, he saw a small tree lying inside, which looked like a mulberry tree, but the leaves were crystal clear and water-blue.

"With this water hemp mulberry, those two flame silkworms must be able to hatch soon, and when the time comes, I and I will also have a top-notch soft armor that is not soaked in water and fire, and the sword is difficult to hurt, haha, God really help me!" Looking at the small tree in the wooden box, he couldn't help but laugh heartily, but the laughter was dry and dark, like a blunt saw pulling wood, which sounded very infiltrating.

Time passed day by day, the autumn peach blossoms outside the cave opened three times, and they also bore fruit three times, but since Feng'er came here, Wan Qingping has never tasted the taste of autumn peaches again, every spring, the autumn peach has just emerged flower bones, and the girl is counting the days with her eyes, looking forward to the peaches growing soon, and then let her eat a beautiful meal.

This year's peaches are already full of branches, but the girl who counts the fruits under the tree every evening is gone, and the lively cave house has lost the laughter and laughter of the past, and only a cold place remains.

"It's okay to go back to Jiuli with her uncle, the situation is getting more and more uncalm, and I can't take care of this little girl when the time comes!" Wan Qingping stood outside the cave mansion, glanced at the peach tree that was bent over by the fruit, and muttered to himself.

At this time, the voice of Xi Suo suddenly came from his sleeve, and then a small head poked out of it, looking at the autumn peaches full of trees, with a coveted face.

"Feng'er is gone, but you little gluttonous seed is left!" He couldn't help but smile when he looked at the way the egg probed his brain.

In the past, the little guy didn't eat anything except moths, and other toads and frogs were the same, once the girl fed it some peach juice, the little guy gradually liked this sweet and sour thing, after the peaches were picked last year, the little guy had a ghost mind, relying on the soil to escape, often running into the room while the girl was asleep, secretly carrying peaches.

After the egg advanced to the middle of the third level, the earth escape became more and more sophisticated, even if it was a whole basket of peaches, it could escape four or five miles in one breath on its back.

But the is also smart, afraid of being recognized, and does not steal much at a time, at most one or two, and eats it immediately when it is stolen, and never puts it on the next day.

Maybe this is already a great idea in the little guy's mind, but there are so many peaches, you may not be able to see it when you steal one or two, you steal it every night, and the fool knows that something is wrong, and in the end the little guy was caught by Feng'er and caught all the stolen goods, oh, the demon stolen goods, tied to the small stump, and smoked with wicker for several days.

"These are all yours in the future, no one will rob you!" Wan Qingping scolded with a smile, pressed the little head of the egg back into his sleeve, and then fled under his feet and fled into the distance, today he came out with the egg not to let it look at the peach, but to do business.

The only lama temple in Zhanghuankou, the lama master is sitting cross-legged on the futon, while chanting the Buddhist classic "Da Zi Zai Ranga Sutra" in his mouth, while knocking on the wooden fish, the original "Da Zi Zai Ranga Sutra" is very obscure, but with the wooden fish that keeps knocking, there is actually a feeling that makes people feel refreshed.

Suddenly, the lama opened his eyes, and looked into the corner, where he saw a small earthy toad squatting, blinking at him with big eyes, and carrying a scroll of letterhead.

"It turned out to be this little thing, which scared me, but this little thing's escape technique and breathing technique are becoming more and more sophisticated, and it is only after drilling into the earth that people will notice, hey, no, today is not the time to transmit information, how can that person ......" The lama sighed, then pinched his fingers, and frowned again.

Standing up, he walked over to the little toad, scooped up one of them, and untied the scroll of letterhead that was on his back. The toad didn't struggle, and let the lama catch it in his hand, and it seemed that he had done a lot of things like sending letters before.

The lama unfolded the letterhead, smeared it with a potion, and waited for the handwriting to be revealed, and then took it to his hand and looked at it.

The monks should not be surprised, but as the reading progressed, the expression on the lama's face changed sharply, and after reading it, he excitedly pronounced a Buddha name: "My Buddha blesses, if this is the case, the glory of the Buddha Gate bathing in the Momba grassland is just around the corner!"

After a full half sound, the lama barely calmed down his excited heart, and then walked around the meditation room, looking like he was thinking about something.

After walking for a while, as if making up his mind, he took out a leaf from his body, which was the unique thing on the Western Plateau - Bodhi leaf.

As the glow rolled, a fist-sized object appeared on the table, this thing was extremely black, but the light emitted was silver and weird.

The lama just wanted to put this black thing on the back of the little toad, but he didn't know what to think of, his hand was retracted, and he said to himself: "That person has asked for a long time, and every time information comes, he will always mention it, which should be very important to him, but this news has not been confirmed, so it was given to him...... However, since this person can get such important information, once he can't get what he wants, I'm afraid that he will be resentful in the future, and he will never contribute to my Buddhism again......"

After thinking for a while, the lama suddenly turned his palm into a knife and slashed at Pan Siyin: "Okay, give him half first, and then give the other half when the above things happen!"

In a remote alley in Zhanghuankou, a middle-aged man with big eyes is sitting on a stone bored, this person's cultivation is very inferior, but he is only at the fourth level of Qi refining, and he is only cultivating at such an age, it seems that there is no hope of building a foundation, otherwise he would not be basking in the sun here in broad daylight.

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