Qing Qi narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at the monk with a compassionate face.

Sure enough, this monk is not a good thing.

She pulled the curtain sideways with her hand, and looked ahead, there was a roadside tea shed, although it was also crumbling, but there was a bamboo house behind it, and it must not be able to fall.

She shouted at the little monk who was driving the car,

"Little master, just stop at the tea stall in front of you, I'll just get there, I'm in trouble."

"The donor is polite, a gesture." The little monk replied.

The distance is not far, and soon I arrived at the tea stall, probably under the hail, and there are several guests at the tea stall who are sheltering from the rain.

The carriage stopped, and the green tree got up and went to lift the curtain.

However, before getting out of the car, Qingqi still paused, and said to the monk: "Master, I haven't heard what you said, but I have heard another sentence, which is to confuse the public. ”

"Whoever deceives the crowd, behead."

"Master is fine, don't just listen to the Buddhist scriptures, but also listen to my Xiliang law."

After saying that, he lifted the curtain and jumped out of the car.

The monk in the carriage suddenly opened his eyes.

A pair of different pupils, extremely bewitching.

The Buddhist beads in the monk's hand turned faster and faster, and he read something quickly in his mouth.

The little monk looked into the carriage and asked, "Master Changli, should we also stop and rest?" This hail doesn't seem to have a tendency to stop. ”

"Amitabha," Master Changli looked through the wind-blown curtain at the green tree that had entered the tea shed, leaving only a faint back, but it seemed to be full of infinite vitality.

"Keep walking, don't stop." Master Changli spoke.

The little monk answered, and was about to drive the horse to continue on his way, when there was a sudden violent vibration in front of him.

It was as if some beast had stepped on the ground, and it was very clear in the thunder and crackling hail.

Everyone couldn't help but look in the direction of the sound source.

In the distance, I saw a snow-white white tiger, pulling a carriage and rushing towards this road.

"Oh my God, is that the white tiger raised by His Majesty!"

"Definitely! That's no ordinary white tiger! There are no black patterns on the body! ”

Qingqi, who was about to go to the tea shed, also heard the voice, and his footsteps paused, and he looked in the direction where the white tiger was running in disbelief.

In the dense white hail that fell like broken beads, the snow-white tiger galloped towards with a golden carriage.

Qing Tree was shocked as if he had been struck by electricity.

In the empty chest, it was like a drum that shook and reverberate.

She was excited, surprised, and overwhelmed.

"King! I am here! Over here! Qingqi shouted, and even ignoring the hail that was still pouring beans, rushed over and hugged the tiger's head.

The tiger gave her a slight arch and motioned for her to get into the car.

Qing Qi was reluctant, and he raised his paw and nudged it.

The green tree had to climb into the carriage.

The carriage he brought was not the simple carriage that seemed to be able to smash the roof just now, but it was made of precision black iron, wrapped with sandalwood and gold top, and as soon as he got into it, he felt a warm feeling.

Qingqi sat in the carriage, and the first thing she remembered was when she was still Qi Wan.

There is a popular saying in Beijing that among the young talents in Yujing, King Chen Lian Jinchen is the dream lover in the minds of famous ladies, Prince Charming.

It turns out that the prince on a white horse may not be a good thing.

But the big white tiger that comes to pick you up with hail must be the tiger of your dreams.

(End of chapter)