I said Dongli in adversity

Chapter 69: Dog licking is awesome

Ping'an Inn——

Bai Yuheng was sitting on the rocking chair, still holding the "Lan Ruo Jing" in his hand, and there was another book on the table beside him.

The refined fairy talks about Wuyu's painstaking masterpiece, "Yi Lian Tuo Sheng Pin".

It's just that Bai Yuheng's attention is not on the two books at the moment, he just looks up at the sky.

"Mingjun Guluo? The ten evils worship you?"

"As I said before, the blood list is also related to Mingjun Guluo."

"Looking at it this way, perhaps it is not so simple for the Tai Xuezhu to obtain the inheritance of the God of Death."

"It's just, Liu Eclipse Xuanyao, if you guys do this, our fate will come soon."

"It's just such an exposure method, there is no reason to be fooled, that's all, I will let you go temporarily."

"Fellow Daoist is right, it's really not good to reveal the plot too early."

"But killing for love... I don't know if the Great Wisdom's trick will work without the central processor. After all, if it doesn't succeed, doesn't it mean that the Great Wisdom is not as good as the flower stand? How can this work?"

"Follow the great wisdom, and the wife takes care of the distribution. I haven't lived such a life myself."

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In the thatched hut in the giant front——

Qingsha, who was exhausted and unconscious, lay on the wooden bed, breathing calmly.

And beside the bed, a gray-haired old woman looked at Qingsha on the bed with a worried look in her eyes.

"Don't worry, Nanny Feng." Linghu Shenyi on the side said comfortingly, "If Master Quezhou can really let Qingsha get over his feelings for Qin Juexian, it may not be a bad thing."

Feng Mo shook her head repeatedly when she heard the words: "I know, but... well, if you really forget Miss Qin, then love will kill him... Is it him?"

"Amitabha, whether he can walk out or not depends entirely on himself. If he doesn't want to, even the lack of a boat can't let him out." Said the lack of boat and Yifandu.

"Oh, Master Lao is here."

"Feng Mo doesn't need to be so polite." Quezhou Yifandu replied humbly: "To save people's hearts is also what a monk should do."

After saying this, Quezhou Yifandu stepped forward slowly, raised his right hand, pinched the mantra, the swastika seal appeared, and the Buddha's light filled the room.

"Follow great wisdom and save the world with great compassion!"

Quezhou and Yifandu groaned, the Sanskrit singing bells sounded, and a little bit of Buddha's light was imprinted into Qingsha's body.

"Oh, is this here?"

Opening his eyes and looking again, Qingsha looked blank, only to see himself on a cliff full of flowers, surrounded by completely unfamiliar scenes.

"The name of this place is an ocean without water."

Qingsha looked back to where the sound came from, and saw the Buddha sitting among the wisteria flowers, beside the simple round table, and on the table was a pot of steaming hot tea.

"It's you!"

Memories came to my heart like fragments, the meeting with Mingjun Guluo, the fight in Jufengli, and that dreamy sword.

"You have as many memories as you have left."

"I……"

Qingsha frowned, recalling that after meeting Mingjun Guluo...

"He promised that he would give me the power to kill the bone flute."

"It seems that you really hate bone flute."

"Of course!"

There was a sound of love and death, decisively.

Quezhou Yifandu shook his head, sighed and said, "Does the benefactor know that attachment is suffering?"

"Are you also trying to persuade me to give up the goddess?"

Quezhou Yifandu shook his head, "The benefactor, let's drink some tea." "Huh?" Qing Sha frowned slightly when he heard this, but still picked up the teacup as promised.

Quezhou Yifandu picked up the teapot and slowly poured tea into the cup, only to see the tea steam rising, but heard Quezhou say: "The Qin Juexian is like this teacup, and the love of the donor is like this tea. It will hurt people and yourself."

Looking at the continuously overflowing tea, Qingsha's hand was hot and red, but he gritted his teeth and refused to let go.

"The donor seems unwilling to let go."

"Oh, how could I give up on the goddess so easily!"

Quezhou Yifandu frowned slightly, and in the distant Ping'an Inn, Bai Yuheng also frowned tightly when he saw this scene.

Licking the dog... Awesome...

This is the state of consciousness of the lack of boats, and it is easy to control the temperature of the tea.

However, even though Quezhou Yifandu repeatedly raised the temperature of the tea, and his hands were blushing, he still refused to let go.

Seeing this situation, Quezhou Yifandu couldn't help but sigh, "The donor is obsessed with it, and the poor monk can't do anything about it, that's all."

Helpless and sighing, Quezhou Yifandu shook his head, waved his hand, the picture in front of Qingsha changed, and then opened his eyes to find himself lying on the bed, next to him was the third person he hated most in this life and the fish raising himself of……

"Mother!" Qingsha barely supported his exhausted body.

"Young master." Seeing this, Feng Mo hurried forward to help her, tears streaming down her face.

"Amitabha." Quezhou Yifandu shook his head helplessly, "Love kills the benefactor, the obsession is too deep, and Quezhou can't do anything."

"Oh, thank you, Master." Linghu Shenyi sighed from the side.

"Hmph, you don't need to worry about the matter between me and the goddess!" Qingsha snorted coldly before getting up, "Mother, let's go, let's go back."

"Master, but your body..."

"No problem." Qingsha said with a sullen face: "This precious land in Jufeng used to be unable to accommodate my father. Now, I naturally don't deserve to stay here. Hmph, but Linghu Shenyi, one day, I will beg for my father. Give me justice!"

"Oh, I'm sorry, Master." With a complicated expression on her face, Nanny Feng sighed helplessly. She had no choice but to get up and support Qingsha, and the mother and son went to their residence in the Hengshan thatched cottage.

I don’t know if the goddess is doing well during this period. She must have found the person she longed to see.

"Amitabha……"

Watching the mother and son leave, the sound of the Buddha's chant dissipated in the wind, but it couldn't reach the ears of the obsessed.

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"Love kill..."

Inside the Ping An Inn, Bai Yuheng shook his head helplessly while watching this scene of bitterness. Attachment is suffering, letting go is suffering, and parting is also suffering.

Even in his previous life, Bai Yuheng sighed repeatedly when he saw this four-corner relationship.

"However, looking back, Love Killing has appeared. It seems that Qin Juexian has also entered the world. Did you hear the news released by the Ping An Inn? The dispute between Qin, Xiao and Drum depends on how far it can evolve."

"Ok?"

Sensing the abnormality, Bai Yuheng frowned slightly.

"Yu Yun, Tan Piao drink, a guest is coming, welcome."

"Yes!"

The two were about to take action, but they heard the sound of a poem, and a handsome figure in red descended from the sky, and landed steadily on the roof of the Ping An Inn.

"The bad guy has the courage of the bad guy, the rules have the regular eyebrows, the killer has the angle of the killer, and the game has the charm of the game."

"Hey, are you the shopkeeper of Ping An Inn who threatened A Yuezai?"

"Ah Yuezai wants something, you can quote a price, everyone can discuss it, otherwise the butterfly will shave the corners of his eyebrows, and it will not only be embarrassing."

Ha...Yinchuan Butterfly-kun.

What, is today a show for affectionate men?

Bai Yuheng smiled.

(End of this chapter)