Forsythia: "......"

How did she open her mouth to explain that she didn't have much energy these days, but in fact, she had a big quarrel with this person on the god stage and ran away from her popularity.

"Yuetong, what do you say will happen if you make Zhenjun angry?"

Zhou Yuetong was stunned by her question, "Why do you ask that?" ”

Xia Lianqiao: "Just ask." ”

Liang Guixiang turned around and heard the conversation between the two of them, and said with a smile: "Immortals shouldn't worry about us mortals, right?" ”

Xia Lianqiao was even more depressed, and looked at the cold white-clothed young man Xianjun in front of him, thinking about it like this, he was simply bold.

"I think Forsythia, you're really thinking too much these days, are you getting infected with Lang Huan Bai Gongzi and their demon removal of their bad luck?" Zhou Yuetong pointed to the futon with concern and said, "Bow down quickly, ask Zhenjun to help you go to bad luck, this Zhenjun Temple is spiritual." ”

Xia Lianqiao was simply sad, what kind of torture was it to come to worship his temple after quarreling with Ling Shouyi?

The young god on the altar had cold eyebrows.

Wouldn't it be mental torture if God listened to every believer's prayer day and night?

She didn't move for a long time, and Liang Guixiang and Zhou Yuetong were already puzzled.

Out of inexplicable last stubbornness, Xia Forsythia did not kneel on the futon, nor did she bend over, but closed her eyes with three sticks of incense with one hand, and meditated silently in her heart.

Angry to the guts, close your eyes, take a deep breath, and become the most familiar Zuan literature that is passionately exported with friends every day before crossing over.

"I'll kill Ling Chongxiao!!"

"Why isn't Ling Chongxiao dead yet?"

"I really want to give him a few big mouths."

"Don't want male copper, don't want male copper, may there be no Ling Ma in the world."

Then, the brain, as a matter of course, began to stage all kinds of Ling Bai Bai Ling literature that had created her in the air.

For example, Bai Li has been married for many years, Ling Xiaosan entered the house as soon as he entered the house, Li Langhuan followed the two dating and was noticed by Ling Chongxiao, the young man raised his eyes coldly and looked at Li Langhuan brightly.

Another example, Ling Chongxiao's clay sculpture of bisexual literature......

Xia Forsythia: "......" Ahhhh

Because of each other's love for Bai Ling, these two creations of the same people always create in front of her from time to time. Swallowing CP is returning to CP, unless the family is created, Xia Forsythia will never take the initiative to point fingers at other people's XP.

Thinking about it this way, how many Bai Lingxiang she had seen.

You need to know that thinking is uncontrollable, and sometimes the less you want to think about something, the more obsessive-compulsive the brain repeats what happens, which is also a common problem faced by Taoist novices in the early stages of meditation.

At this time, the young immortal monarch had already begun to stand on the street in his mind.

Charcellu: "......"

Never mind.

If Ling Chongxiao could really hear his own prayers, it would be just right for him to see his own street literature.

Chapter 34

The young immortal monarch on the altar is still expressionless, indifferent and majestic, crossing sentient beings and deterring evil.

After Xia Forsythia made a wish, she was also in a much more relaxed mood, patted the floating soil that did not exist on her body, picked up the rag and began to clean.

After a busy afternoon, I was tired and sweaty.

It happened that there were a few pears enshrined in front of the incense case, so he took advantage of Liang Guixiang and Zhou Yuetong not paying attention, reached out and took one and took a bite.

Sure enough, it was sweet and juicy.

After chewing the pear in three or two bites, Xia Lianqiao continued to wipe the incense case, but I didn't know what I touched, and the incense case was suddenly knocked to the ground.

With a "pop", the incense burner and the fruit offering fell together, and a few apples crackled and smashed on Xia Forsythia's head.

Xia Lianqiao was stunned to look at the fragrant ash scattered all over the place, and the dirty fruits in the ash heap, her scalp couldn't help tingling, and a little ominous premonition appeared.

Supposedly, just, coincidence, right?

She quickly glanced at Ling Shouyi on the daistage, tried to comfort herself, and hurriedly took advantage of Zhou and Liang's awareness to clean up the incense ashes, straighten the incense case, and try to destroy the corpse.

However, before she could finish cleaning up, Zhou Yuetong and Liang Guixiang turned around and saw this mess, and then looked at the unfinished pears on the incense case, and finally realized that something was wrong.

Both of them were surprised: "Forsythia! What are you doing?! ”

Forsythia stood up curtly, and said, "I'm thirsty, eat a pear?" ”

Liang Guixiang was anxious: "Then you can't directly take the fruit offering on the incense case, and you haven't finished offering to the Bodhisattva yet." ”

Zhou Yuetong walked to the incense case, "Why did this incense case fall down so well?" Forsythia, you see, Zhenjun must be angry. Go and kowtow to Zhenjun to make amends! ”

Xia Lianqiao was depressed: "I won't go." ”

What's wrong with a quarrel and eating a pear from him?

Ignoring her protests, Zhou Yuetong pulled her to the futon and stuffed three sticks of incense into her hands: "Quick, apologize to Zhenjun." ”

Xia Lianqiao retorted: "If he really cares about this, then what kind of immortal is it?" ”

"If you think like this, the Bodhisattva can not care about you, but you must at least have a correct attitude." Zhou Yuetong sighed.

Well, if she doesn't worship, it is estimated that Zhou Yuetong and Liang Guixiang will not be able to let her go, and Xia Lianqiao has no choice but to take the incense candle to make a show.

Closing her eyes, Xia Lianqiao's brain worked, trying to think about what to say. Before she could sort out the reason, she suddenly felt a pain in the back of her hand, and the hot incense fell on her hand, burning the skin on the back of her hand with a red mark.

Liang Guixiang seemed to see something surprising, and shouted: "Forsythia, you see that Zhenjun is really angry, right?" ”

Charcellu: "......"

And this seems to be the beginning of her many troubles.

Either she tripped over the threshold when she entered and exited the temple gate, or a spider suddenly fell from the wall and landed on her, or the skin of the wall in disrepair smashed on her head and smashed her face.

Xia Lianqiao, who couldn't bear it anymore, raised her eyes angrily.

The young immortal monarch was still expressionless, and a pair of dark eyes met hers.

…… This familiar mid-door sniper, a sense of mutual harm.

Obviously, the statue is just a dead thing, but Xia Forsythia can see a little cold dissatisfaction from this wooden fetal clay puppet.

Ling Chongxiao!

You stingy man!!

Liang Guixiang is still reading words, Zhenjun must be angry with you.

"It's really a bodhisattva." Liang Guixiang also saw such a scene for the first time, covered her heart, and was speechless, "How can this be." ”

Forsythia is once again sad.

She can't tell Liang Guixiang and Zhou Yuetong that she was actually targeted by the god on the stage, right?

You Yuqing Wei Xian Miaosheng True Monarch, the lord of the high Heaven Palace, why should you condescend to care about this with her? Isn't it just a few pieces of street literature that he has in mind......

All right.

Forsythia thought about it with concern, and this really seems to have to be taken care of.

The work that could have been completed in one afternoon, because of the stingy god on the god platform, was forced to drag on until the evening.

When he walked out of the temple gate, even Zhou Yuetong, who was more gentle and steady, couldn't help but sigh with relief, "Today is really strange, tomorrow I will also come to give the Bodhisattva three sticks of incense ......"

Xia Lianqiao said in a serious manner: "Maybe this is the preference of the gods—ah! ”

Before the words fell, a pine cone fell in front of the temple gate and smashed on her head.

Zhou Yuetong: "......"

Liang Guixiang: "...... Forsythia, you better say a few words. ”

St. John's Worth: ......

If it weren't for Soncone's inability to speak, she would have almost thought that Songuo would open her mouth coldly and "talk nonsense".

Zhou Yuetong turned her gaze, and suddenly there was a little surprise in her voice: "Forsythia, Guixiang, look, there are butterflies over there!" ”

Xiangshui Village is located near Daze in Xiaoxiang, where there is a lot of dense fog in the middle of the night, the mist in the mountains is ethereal, and the night is like ink, except for the villagers who live nearby all the year round, it is difficult for ordinary people to distinguish this steep mountain road.

And on the steep mountain road ahead, a pair of pale blue butterflies appeared at some point.

Like the candle flow between the blades of grass, accompanied by the floating little light, the light and extinguish are uncertain.

Xia Forsythia's eyes widened slightly, and she watched in amazement as the butterfly wings dragged out a brilliant tail, and the two butterflies flew in front of her, then stopped at her side and flew around her.

Dots of dark blue scales are sprinkled like meteors on a midsummer night.

Zhou Yuetong was stunned, "I heard that along the coast, people at sea believe in Mazu, and if they encounter a butterfly, a sacred bird, or a red light during the voyage, it is the gods who are supporting it." ”

Liang Guixiang was flattered and didn't say anything for a long time, "Could it be that this is also the True Monarch Bodhisattva supporting us?" ”

Xia Forsythia vaguely felt something, and glanced back in a daze.

And the young immortal monarch in the temple is still black like a waterfall, quiet and cold, the mountain fog is hazy, and he is silent.

A pair of butterflies did not disperse until they walked down the mountain safely.

Before leaving, Xia Forsythia also wanted to touch this pair of butterflies, but unexpectedly, the fingertips just touched the thin scales, and the butterfly wings shook slightly.

There was a fluttering touch on the fingertips, a very soft, fragile little life.

Butterflies flew past her fingertips, fleeting, like dragonflies touching water, indifferent and merciless.

Xia Forsythia's hand still maintained a slightly close posture, his eyes were sour, and his heart seemed to have a butterfly fluttering its wings, flying uncertainly.

When she went back, she didn't find Ling Chongxiao, and after asking Li Langhuan, she found out that the young man had gone back to his room to meditate and practice since he came back from practicing swords during the day.

All right.

Her heart was ignorant, and she was slid by the butterfly's wings, and she shivered a little bit.

Unconsciously clenched his fingers, as if trying to clench the remaining touch of his fingertips, he lay on the table and fell asleep in a daze.

On the day of the Chinese Valentine's Day, almost every household in Xiangshui Village went out.