Sensing that Sang Ning's gaze was looking at him, Jingchen recognized that this was the queen he had chosen to bury on the same day.

It's not the first time the two have met, but Sang Ning has faked his death at that time and doesn't know what is happening outside.

But now that people are alive in front of their eyes, although Jingchen has doubts, there is no expression on his face: "Amitabha." ”

Seeing Jingchen greeting him, Sang Ning pushed He Lanyin away, walked straight up to him, and said with a smile: "Master, what do you call it?" ”

When she encounters something good-looking, she can't help but want to see more.

The angry Helan Yin gritted her teeth, and was jealous in her heart, but seeing that the other party was a monk, Sang Ning didn't have that chance even if she wanted to, so she was slightly relieved.

"The poor monk is called Pure Dust, and he is a disciple of Master Ci'en."

After a pause, Jingchen continued: "The female benefactor is the sister of the little monk? Look at the two of you in appearance. ”

"The deceased? Are you referring to my brother? ”

Sang Ning looked puzzled and turned back to try to find Sang Qi, but found that he had already been left behind.

"Today's Zhaoningjun is." Jingchen clasped his hands together and smiled freely, as if he was a saint bathed in the light of the Buddha.

Sang Ning got closer, and he felt that his soul seemed to be sublimated, and the thought of dying was not so strong.

Strangely, the pain in his body has also been suspended.

"It turns out that the master and Zhao Ningjun are old acquaintances, I don't know what kind of interaction they have?"

Regarding Sangqi's matter, Helan Yin subconsciously wanted to ask clearly.

So Jingchen told the story of the illness that he almost died of, but was saved by Sangqi.

Everyone sighed when they heard it, Sangqi still has such a bodhisattva heart.

"My brother is kind-hearted, unlike some people who know how to kill."

Sang Ning couldn't help but praise Sang Qi, and didn't forget to ridicule He Lanyin.

"Haha, what a good story."

He Lanyin, who listened, could only pretend not to understand, and laughed a few times awkwardly.

Buddhism is important, how can she expose the shortcomings?

Helan Yin was quite helpless, even if it was him, he couldn't admit it here and now.

Several masters are here, the Buddha is above, who do you think of me?

Seeing that Helan Yin's face was not good, Sang Ning took the initiative to show favor and snuggled up to his chest: "However, some people are righteous teachers, and some killings are inevitable, which is understandable." ”

"Sangsang, you can understand me, I'm so happy."

Helan Yin immediately smiled, the previous haze was swept away, and he hugged Sang Ning tightly.

"Amitabha."

The monks spoke in unison.

Immediately, Helan Yin pulled Sang Ning and walked into the temple with them.

"Your Majesty, please come with the old man and choose an auspicious day for you and your mother to get married."

In front of the Daxiong Treasure Hall, Master Ci'en whispered to Helan Yin.

Yinian presided over the age of too old, and he had already rested with the support of the little monk.

Today, it is Master Ci'en who calculates for Helan Yin and Sang Ning.

......

"Master, please."

He Lanyin followed behind him and made a gesture of please.

Sang Ning looked at the many Buddha statues inside and was a little dizzy, and subconsciously said: "You can go in by yourself, I'm a little bored, so I just went around." ”

"Sangsang, this is for us to count the days, how can it be good if you are not here?"

He Lanyin looked reluctant, holding her hand and not wanting her to leave.

Jingchen explained on the side: "Your Majesty is too worried, you can know the eight characters of the birthday, with the attainments of the teacher, it is the same if the mother is not there." ”

Helan Yin understood it when he heard it, and said to Su Xiaoman uneasily: "I am afraid that the green branch will be lost alone, so you can follow it." ”

"Whoa." Su Xiaoman immediately nodded and stood beside Sang Ning.

Looking at the handsome guy dressed as a man in front of him, and the pure dust with green eyes, Sang Ning's heart blossomed.

With two handsome guys in company, it's hard to be unhappy.

Although there are many Praetorian Guards responsible for security, some subtle care is still more reassuring for more people.

After arranging everything, Helan Yin followed Ci'en into the main hall to calculate.

Jingchen led the way for Sang Ning and the others in front, and walked into a side hall in all directions.

Standing outside the door, Sang Ning saw the spiritual seat next to the Buddha statue at a glance.

It's my name! - The spiritual seat of Empress Dajingsang.

It seems that after faking his death, Helan Yin set it up for himself?

Seeing Sang Ning's eyes looking inside, Jingchen hurriedly explained: "Niangniang forgives her sins, this temple doesn't know that Niangniang is not dead, so she has not removed the spiritual seat. ”

"Later, the little monk ordered to go down and remove the spiritual position."

Listening to Jingchen's explanation, Sang Ning didn't blame her, she was a person who was suffering from illness and was bent on death.

Where would these things be taboo?

The reason why she was curious to look at it was because she found that incense was still burning in the incense burner in front of the spiritual seat.

And next to the incense burner, there are countless sugar gourds that she loves most.

Some of them may have been left for a long time, and the hawthorns on them turned black, and the sugar even turned into water.

"On weekdays, do you have constant incense and buy sugar gourds to worship?"

Sonning asked as he walked in.

Jingchen thought about it for a while, and said truthfully: "It was General Feng Xiao who came to worship every day, and the sugar gourd was naturally placed by him." ”

"......" Sanning.

Little milk dog, I'm crying to death!

Sang Ning was touched in his heart, thinking of the bits and pieces with him, and his eyes were a little teary-eyed for a while.

Feng Qiyi used amnesia medicine on him, and he forgot everything, but he didn't forget the sugar gourd he liked to eat.

Watching Sang Ning slowly walk to the spiritual position, Xiang Shoulder trembled and reached out to touch the sugar gourd.

Jingchen didn't follow up with Su Xiaoman and Green Branch, and stood outside the hall waiting.

In the distance, Feng Qiuhua went crazy and went around looking for Feng Runsheng's shadow.

But she couldn't see anywhere, and she was in a hurry.

She hadn't forgotten the advice given by Sang Qi, if this stupid brother did something bad, I'm afraid the entire Feng family would be finished.

"Runsheng! Where are you? ”

Feng Qiuhua continued to sweat profusely and look around.

But unbeknownst to him, Feng Runsheng had already come to the side hall unconsciously.

Looking at Su Xiaoman, Green Branches and Jingchen standing in front of the door, Feng Runsheng ignored them.

His gaze was finally fixed on the spiritual seat in the hall, the red suit.

It was the figure that came to his mind every day, and he was sure that it was her.

Sky! Did she finally show up?

Feng Runsheng was stunned, his heart was beating wildly, and his blood was circulating rapidly and he was about to suffocate.

It is this shadow that guides him to come here every day to offer incense and send a few strings of sugar gourds.

His heart is at peace, otherwise he will not be able to sleep at night.

Today, he could know who she was.

The mystery of the person who haunts him is about to be revealed.

Looking at Feng Runsheng at this moment, the green branches and Su Xiaoman, who knew everything well, were just watching quietly, and no one wanted to stop them.

Perhaps they are also infected by this precious feeling.

As for the pure dust, he closed his eyes slightly and said silently: "Amitabha." ”

After Feng Runsheng walked into the hall, the green branch gave Su Xiaoman a look, and Su Xiaoman instinctively didn't want to care.

After all, she is the nominal emperor, so if she doesn't report the news at the moment, it's too much to help hide it.

But thinking of Sang Ning's life-saving grace, she could only comply.

Su Xiaoman and Lu Zhi worked together to close the heavy hall door, and the hall suddenly fell into darkness.

Only the light of the candle flame reflected a pair of beautiful people.

Sang Ning noticed the sound of the temple door closing behind him, turned around slightly, and saw the person who had been thinking about it all night.

Feng Runsheng!