Not only Chu Yunge was silent, but Meng Wei, who had been following closely to protect Chu Yunge, was also silent.

The harmless bald head in front of him just wanted to shave the hair of their highness?! Daring!

He immediately shouted: "Rude! ”

Chu Yunge: The dark guard obviously has not trained in the ability to scold, this is an omission, and it is recorded in a small notebook.

The monk glanced at Meng Wei lightly, as if to confirm whether he had a 'Buddha fate', and he didn't pay attention to Meng Wei after reading it. His gaze relocked on Chu Yunge, and his soft tone was tinged with inconspicuous eagerness: "The poor monk's law is empty, the donor will come to my Qingfeng Temple as soon as the wind stops, he must not mind listening to the poor monk's lectures, right?" ”

Chu Yunge couldn't say the reason why she said it to Tang Jing, and her tone was equally gentle: "I don't mind, but Master Kongming, I believe it." ”

Kong Ming: "......"

Meng Wei witnessed the blank look on his harmless bald head, and vigilantly protected Chu Yunge behind him: This guy is strange, what's wrong with His Highness's channel? The relationship between the national teacher and His Royal Highness is good, and the faith is normal!

But...... Meng Wei's eyes fluttered and glanced at the shiny bald head, and he smacked it in his heart, thinking that it looked quite pleasing to the eye, if His Highness ...... No, no, no!

Chu Yunge didn't know that his obsessive-compulsive subordinates remembered the very standard bald head of Kong Mingyuan, and only felt that his long hair was a little numb.

She kindly gave Kong Ming time to react, and took Meng Wei to cross Kong Ming curiously and walk through the small door.

The small gate is actually connected to the back mountain of Seifuji Temple, which is Seifuyama. From the Buddha incense of the temple to the deep and light shades of green, it makes people feel refreshed.

But Chu Yunge stopped in such a beautiful scenery.

At the same time, Meng Wei also subconsciously looked at Chu Yunge, his eyes were full of 'Your Highness, don't run into the mountains again'.

In the eyes of the loyal Lang Zhongling, his highness seems to be fighting with the mountains and forests in the south, either the enemy is from the deep mountains, or he is stuck in the deep mountains.

Chu Yunge noticed his eyes and was a little sneering.

She said euphemistically: "Qingfeng Mountain is not too high, and it is not dangerous to look at." ”

Meng Wei: "Master, it's better to be careful." ”

Even if the danger does not come, His Highness will take the initiative to lead the danger into the urn, and in the end, he is the only one who is afraid.

The conversation between the two did not lower their voices, and Kong Ming, who was not in his mind, couldn't help but turn around and look. He knew that Dajin's national teacher was a bull's nose, so he chose to preach in the south far away from Chang'an.

I never expected it! The first person he met who made him close to him was actually a believer.

Kong Ming chanted in his heart and complained to the Buddha: The little monk is so bitter.

However, he really liked the temperament of the young man when he lowered his eyes, and when he heard their discussion, he reminded: "Qingfeng Mountain is not high and not dangerous, but if the donor still does not enter the back mountain to play." ”

Chu Yunge didn't plan to go to the mountains to play. Kong Ming's reaction when she saw her didn't seem to be related to human teeth, it was crowded here, and she already wanted to leave, so she looked at Kong Ming again when she heard this.

She asked with great interest, "Is there anything special?" ”

Meng Wei: Not good.

Here Chu Yunge wanted 'I'll take a look', and Tang Jing and Tang Luo, who were separated over there, ran into each other.

Tang Jing's face was gloomy, completely lost his straightforwardness in front of Chu Yunge, and his wheat-colored wild face was full of yin and yang: "Brother is here to worship the Buddha?" If you have time to worship the Buddha, it is better to check the goods of your caravan, heh, the Buddha said, good will be rewarded with good, and evil will be rewarded. ”

She used the words chanted by the believers next to her to taunt Tang Luo.

It was discovered that Tang Luo's subordinates were helping the kidnappers transport people, although they pretended to be accidentally let go, but Tang Jing didn't plan to pretend not to know.

If you don't know what to do, Tang Jing learned by chance with his subordinates, so he sued Tang Luo in front of Old Man Tang.

This is also why after the typhoon stopped, Old Man Tang suddenly turned a cold face to Tang Luo.

The caravan under Tang Luo also lacked more than a dozen good hands, and now it has been charged to Tang Jing's subordinates, and he asked Chu Changli's guards to help transform it.

Tang Luowen's face distorted for a moment, and soon turned back to gentleness, which made Tang Jing breathtaking.

He smiled and said, "Why is Ah Jing holding on to this matter? You and I both know that there are so many people under our control, and it's normal for us to do something out there that we don't know. ”

"Just like Ah Jing and your friend, if you encounter any accidents outside, there is nothing you can do. You say yes, right? ”

Tang Jing's expression sank, and he glanced at Tang Luo suspiciously, not telling from his face whether this was a verbal threat or a sincere intention to do so.

But she still began to worry about this possibility in her heart, as Tang Luo wished.

It doesn't matter to her, Chu Changli doesn't follow the usual path! What if it does roll over?

Tang Luo was in a good mood, and after seeing Tang Jing glaring at him, he walked outside the temple, obviously waiting for Na Chu Changli at the assembly point, shaking his fan and going in the opposite direction.

The Qingfeng Temple was full of people, and it was impossible to detect how many waves of people had left separately, and it was impossible to tell whether the believers around them had ulterior motives.

If you don't get rid of the disguise outside, you don't know if it's a person or a ghost.

"Amitabha."

Kong Ming looked at Chu Yunge in embarrassment: "Is it really not?" ”

Chu Yunge was heavy: "I also want to help you, but ......"

Meng Wei had a cold face: "I can't let you and your master stay here alone." ”

After the three of them finished speaking, they all looked at the girl who was half-kneeling on the ground with teary eyes. She pressed her feet, her face was pale, and her eyes were red.

After some eye contact, Meng Wei finally failed to stop Chu Yunge's curious footsteps, and under the leadership of Master Kong Ming, he went to the location of the reason why he couldn't play in the mountain behind Qingfeng Temple.

Before leaving, Kong Ming said in a good voice that he was familiar with every grass and tree in the mountains, and as long as he didn't stay for a long time, he would be fine, and he would protect them well.

However, not long after setting off, I met the weak girl in front of me who said that she was going home through the back mountain. and received a request to send her home.

It stands to reason that ordinary men will not refuse the request of a weak and delicate little girl.

Can...... One of the monks at the scene is not close to women, the other is a ruthless secret guard, and the last one is not a man at all.

So the girl's invincible crying did not get the first response.

Kong Ming proposed to let Meng Yan carry the person down the mountain first, but Meng Yan categorically rejected it.

Kong Ming didn't want to dislike the benefactor who had a Buddha fate, and he didn't want the fierce guards in front of him to continue to stare at him, so he had to sigh.

He looked at the girl on the ground with a soft and sympathetic look: "Then there is no way, I can only ......"

“……”

The three backs from tall to short gradually faded away, and the voice belonging to the young man fluttered: "Senior brother will go to fetch water later, he will definitely not make it difficult for the female benefactor." ”

"Amitabha, fortunately, I only sprained my foot, if I was seriously injured—"

Another, more crisp teenage voice asked, "What about being seriously injured?" ”

"If you are seriously injured, you can only accompany the donor down the mountain next time, and the monks must always be merciful."

Weak Girl: "??? ”

So blame me for not pretending to be seriously injured, do you?

The girl's pity twisted into annoyance, shame and anger, and she stood up angrily and cursed in a low voice.

"Humph!"

"For the sake of all of you, grandma doesn't care about you!"