Hear the words.

Chen Xiangbei's face on the side changed slightly, and his heart exploded like thunder.

The conversation between the two is breezy and uneventful, but there is a hidden message in it.

Chen Xiangbei involuntarily glanced at Concubine Li, and the strength in his hand was also a little stronger.

"Sss

Li Guifei glared at Chen Xiangbei faintly, signaled him to be lighter, and then sighed lightly: "The so-called opportunity in the past life is still illusory so far, with my current cultivation progress, don't say that the true human realm, even the Seven Heavens are extravagant hopes, senior sister don't tease me anymore." ”

"Senior sister doesn't need to be humble, every word of senior sister comes from the bottom of my heart, you just spend your early years to have such a creation, you are really the pride of the sky."

Yang Hua said with a straight face: "Moreover, what the master said, you are the reincarnation of a true immortal, there will be no falsehood, maybe the time has not come, you have not been able to perceive it, don't be discouraged, let alone fall behind in cultivation." ”

Concubine Li nodded and said, "I will strictly follow my sister's teachings." ”

Looking at the junior sister in front of her who was regarded as an abandoned son by her father, Yang Hua felt pity.

The world has never been a land of bliss, and everyone has their own suffering.

Once upon a time, she was not such a poor person.

She came from a poor family, her biological parents for a few taels of silver, actually sold her to a large family, and later grew up to become a family, thinking that she could live a peaceful and stable life, but her husband ran away with the neighbor's widow, she could only make a living alone, experienced the heat and cold of the world, tasted the warmth and coldness of human feelings, and went to the Baiyun Temple in frustration, and since then she has seen through the red dust and clouds.

Thinking of this, Yang Hua's gaze was resolute: "This time the heart of Muru Temple, Senior Sister will definitely protect you, you can go with confidence." ”

After that, she glanced at Chen Xiangbei lightly.

Then, the body of the primordial god swayed, and the curtain in the car was gently blown again.

Look at it again, there is no trace.

Somehow.

At the moment when Yang Hua cast his gaze, Chen Xiangbei felt that the Dao buds in his body were slowly swaying, as if a breeze was blowing, and he bent over.

"Why is there a sense of possessiveness in her eyes?"

Chen Xiangbei said secretly in his heart, calming down a little.

If you think about it carefully, it's normal, although Yang Hua is not one of those old Taoist aunts, but she has been staying in the mountains all year round, and she finally saw the pretty boy, and it is not surprising to take a second look.

"It seems that there are troubles in being handsome."

Chen Xiangbei bit his lower lip lightly, and a subtle smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

But at this moment, Concubine Li Guifei's heart trembled, she looked at Chen Xiangbei, who was bowing her head and pinching her legs, and then looked out the window, until the phantom was completely far away, and she was relieved.

It's just because Yang Hua used a cold tone to convey her voice before parting.

"Senior sister, senior sister has read countless men, handsome men are dogs, and handsome eunuchs are even more damned, this guy is definitely a scourge!"

"If you are reluctant to do it, how about Senior Sister do it for you?"

However.

Chen Xiangbei, who knew nothing, was still immersed in the happiness of pressing his legs, but he didn't know that he had just been returned by the king of Hades.

Concubine Li Guifei rubbed her eyebrows, looking helpless.

In fact, you can't blame Yang Hua for being ruthless, this time she turned her head, Chen Xiangbei quickly pressed it into the palace clothes, and if you press it a little more...

"Xiao Chenzi, are you comfortable?" Li Guifei asked coldly.

"If the mother is comfortable, Xiao Chenzi will be comfortable."

Obviously, Chen Xiangbei has not yet realized the seriousness of the matter.

"If you dare to move your hand into it by half an inch, this palace will send you to the clean room right now." Concubine Li narrowed her eyes, and almost every word burst out from between her teeth.

"Huh?"

Chen Xiangbei realized that his hands were about to reach the bottom of her thighs...

"Mother's life! I didn't mean to! ”

Chen Xiangbei shivered with fright, and a cold sweat broke out.

"Do you know it on purpose?" Li Guifei returned the roll of her eyes.

How could she be willing to send Chen Xiangbei to repeat castration!

They have even tried such intimate things as the primordial spirit entering the body, not to mention these.

She just wanted to see Chen Xiangbei's panicked appearance, but it was interesting!

has even helped Chen Xiangbei think about what kind of wish he should make when he goes back.

Come again to enter the body and help him travel a thousand miles in a day!

Thinking of this, Li Guifei felt a little embarrassed in her heart.

The original god is formed in the physical body, and if the physical body is mutilated, the original spirit is not complete.

So although the two of them experienced the feeling of being in the body, this "first time" was flawed.

Chen Xiangbei is good everywhere, but he is missing what he should have, otherwise he will be the pretty man of his dreams!

It's a shame for the jar of treasure he hid under the bed.

"Gotta help him come up with a solution!" Li Guifei said secretly in her heart.

Soon after.

The chariot of the two palace concubines came to the foot of Muru Mountain.

Looking up, there is a large group of Buddhist temple buildings on the mountainside.

Among them, a towering pagoda building is particularly eye-catching, according to legend, it is the first stupa built in Muru Temple, which has passed thousands of years ago, and is also the reason why Muru Temple is called a thousand-year-old temple.

Compared with other Jialan treasure lands, the monks under the gate of Muru Temple are not taboo, and all of them are well-deserved wine and meat monks.

In Muru Temple alone, there are countless major monks who hide the dragon and crouching tiger, and their strength cannot be ignored.

It perfectly interprets what it means to become bald and stronger.

Therefore, in the past thousand years, whether it is the change of dynasties or the turmoil of the beacon smoke, Muru Temple can keep the court alive.

After all, no one wants to go up against thousands of skinheads.

Even since the founding of the Great Zhou Dynasty, they can only adopt a policy of Huairou appeasement and gradual encroachment on Muru Temple.

Muru Temple.

Inside the Scripture Building.

An old gray-clothed monk with white eyebrows hanging down was wiping down a few dusty scriptures.

Suddenly, he seemed to notice something unusual, and immediately stopped the movement in his hand, and put the Buddha beads in front of his chest with both hands.

"The donor is here, why don't you come out and see it?"

Before the words fell, the dark wind passed in the empty scripture building.

A woman covered in gilded light appeared behind the old monk out of thin air.

When the golden light slowly dissipated, her primordial body was like a real human body, and the lines of her skin were extremely clear.

It is the queen mother, the lord of Kunning Palace.

"Master Shanlone, don't come to harm's way, it seems that your cultivation is one step closer?" The queen mother folded her hands on her sleeves and glanced at the pavilion full of Buddhist scriptures.

Somehow, the Buddhist scriptures in this building are stacked like a hill, but they all seem to have dispersed the aura, and there is a pile of dead things without gods and souls.

"Thanks to the benefactor Hongfu, there has been a slight improvement." The old monk bowed to the queen.

The queen mother nodded and excused herself, frowned again and said, "I wonder what happened to the things stored here in the palace a few days ago?" ”

Master Shanshan put down the scripture in his hand and made a gesture of please: "Donor, please come with the poor monk." ”