Cultivating immortals is not as good as alchemy

Chapter 467 The End of Fu Zai Zai (Final Chapter)

in the backyard.

Many wine jars were piled up and down at Yan Zheng's feet.

He looked as if he was drunk.

There was some blush on Yan Zheng's cheeks.

Alcohol is not intoxicating, people are self-intoxicating.

Yan Zheng hugged the jar, raised his head and gulped down the wine.

It's like drinking plain water.

Yan Zheng hiccupped and stared at something for a while without focusing.

He suddenly yelled like crazy.

"Why doesn't Xiao Gao like me?!"

Yan Zheng threw the wine jar in his hand to the ground.

There was only a "bang", and the moment the wine jar touched the ground, it instantly fell apart.

Yunyun walked out of the room with a cold face.

Yan Zheng grabbed her sleeve in a daze, and asked, "Tell me, why doesn't Xiao Gao like me?"

"Where am I wrong?"

"Obviously I am the one who grew up with her."

Yunyun stared at his claws, full of murderous intent.

She was thinking, what would Fu Zaizai say if she chopped off this paw?
Will you scold her?
Shouldn't it?
Yunyun is a little ready to move.

She said patiently, "Let go!"

Yan Zheng continued to drink and acted like a rascal, he whimpered and said, "If you don't let it go, you won't let it go!"

Yunyun gritted her teeth, thinking that today is Fu Zaizai's big day, so it's better not to see blood.

Yunyun knelt down in front of Yan Zheng, and said softly, "Come on, look at me."

Yan Zheng looked at Yunyun in a daze as if he had been bewitched.

Yunyun smiled grimly and gave Yan Zheng a resounding slap across the face.

"Are you sober now?"

Yan Zheng was in a daze, not understanding what happened.

He replied grumblingly, "Sober. Sober."

Yunyun glared at him angrily, "Now that you're awake, let go of my clothes!"

Yan Zheng reflexively let go of Yunyun's sleeve.

When Yunyun walked away, the figure disappeared from sight.

Only then did Yan Zheng come back to his senses.

He touched the place where Yunyun had just slapped him with his hand.

It seems that I was beaten by someone just now?
Who is that person, and how is it different from anyone I have seen before.

It's so handsome!
(Yan Zheng: That’s right, I’m just shaking m, the more you hit me, the more I love you)
(Yunyun just hit me, love love love)
……

On the eve of the ceremony.

Gao Yao and Fu Zaizai are in the same room.

Gao Yao sat on the bed, Fu Zaizai sat beside the bed.

Gao Yao held a purse that was about to be completed.

She was absent-mindedly doing the finishing touches.

Fu Zaizai watched from the side, no matter how he looked at it, he couldn't get tired of it.

It doesn't matter if Gao Yao is angry or happy.

In his eyes, everything is very beautiful.

Gao Yao suddenly stopped what she was doing, and looked up at Fu Zaizai.

Fu Zaizai's heart beat a few beats faster due to the sudden gaze.

Fu Zaizai asked nervously, "What's wrong?"

After Gao Yao looked at it for a while, she said, "Fu Zai Zai."

"what?"

Fu Zaizai became even more nervous, this was the first time Gao Yao called him by his full name.

"Will you regret becoming a Taoist partner with me?"

Fu Zaizai panicked for a moment, saying this at this time, could it be that
"You regret it?"

Gao Yao was speechless, and gave Fu Zaizai a blank look, "I'm asking you!"

Fu Zaizai breathed a sigh of relief, and said quickly, "I don't regret it!"

A smile filled Gao Yao's face, and her mood suddenly improved.

Gao Yao quickly embroidered the last two stitches, and handed the purse to Fu Zaizai.

There are red pendants and red beads at the end of the purse.

The surface of the purse is embroidered with mandarin ducks.

All things are in pairs, they are entangled with each other, and they are in harmony with each other.

"Give your Taoist companion a gift."

Fu Zaizai's heart was pounding, he took the purse, and stroked the mandarin duck embroidery on it back and forth.

Fu Zaizai narrowed his eyes with a smile, "Thank you Xiao Gao, I like it very much!"

Gao Yao blushed unreasonably, and whispered, "Accept my gift, and you will be mine from now on!"

Fu Zaizai responded with a gentle tone, "Yes."

"We're always going to be together, right?"

"Ah."

"say!"

"Yes, we will always be together."

Forever and ever, forever and ever.

……

[Fu Zaizai's article is finished here. The author's words are related to the work. I posted the content of the new book. 】

　"The Monk Fools for Love" (new book content)

　　Summary:
　　[When a monk meets a female devil, is it a narrow road for an enemy, or a happy enemy?]

　　People in Buddhism, what they pay attention to is that they can fool with their mouths.

　　Um?There seems to be something wrong...

　　Copywriter:

　　Wenfeng is a monk who eats fast and recites Buddha's name, devoting himself to practice.

　　Until he later met Wei Yun.

　　The real monk has since become a fake monk.

　　Wenfeng: "I want to go to a place every day."

　　Wei Yun: "Where?"

　　Wenfeng: "In your heart."

　　【I love you, even if it violates the philosophy of life】

　　label:

　　Sweet text, HE, 1v1
　　wedge:

　　The solemn and majestic hall was filled with the sound of wooden fish.

　　Knock again and again.

　　Strike on Wenfeng's heart.

　　There is a strange rhythm mixed in the sound of the wooden fish, which is calming and fascinating.

　　Perhaps this is the mystery of Buddhism.

　　The daily compulsory morning class is just spent in chanting.

　　The abbot asked Wen Feng, "Why are you always restless today?"

　　Hearing the wind, "I have something on my mind."

　　"What's the matter?"

　　"Unspeakable, great sin."

　　The abbot frowned, "Why?"

　　Hearing the wind, he was very preoccupied, "Because of the word Yiyuan."

　　The rosary beads in the abbot's hand began to spin, "All dharmas are born by fate, all are due to fate."

　　"The word fate is too wonderful to describe."

　　Wen Feng nodded in agreement, "Good."

　　The abbot paused while turning the rosary, and said again, "Can it be obsession?"

　　Hearing the wind, he frowned and pondered, hesitantly said, "Never."

　　"Follow your heart, can you be obsessed?"

　　Wenfeng didn't answer right away this time, hesitating.

　　"Dependent arising is extinguished, and dependent birth is empty."

　　The abbot sighed, "Go."

　　Hearing the wind, he was surprised and seemed reluctant, "Abbot..."

　　
　
(End of this chapter)