Mountain Little Divine Doctor

When he accelerated to the maximum speed limit, Lao pan tou quickly caught up with him, and the two cars ran all the way with the car coming out of the post station. Fortunately, the farther south, the smaller the snowflakes. When we arrived near Datang villa, ice crystals floated in the sky and made a fine sound on the shed.

The next morning, they took Pang and Xiaowei to the hotel next to Xiaowei's. The little fat paper family doesn't have much money. It's only more than 500000 pieces. It's not good to find a street crossing, and the area is not large. They bought one upper and two lower floors, a total of about 1.8 million. Gao Xianghuai gave a certain discount and directly saved about 200000.

Little fat paper paid the down payment and made a mortgage. The rest is only enough for simple decoration. There are several decoration companies in the sales department. Gao Xianghuai said hello to a familiar decoration company. Xiaopang paper paid the money and waited for the decoration company to measure and draw a good picture for him to see.

Out of the sales department, little fat paper had to invite them to dinner. Fang Qi said, "don't invite me. I'll send the patient back right away. If you want to invite me, please ask your Godfather. Fortunately, the major events have been completed, and you have to rely on him in the future."

After saying goodbye to them, Fang Qi didn't go back to school and sent Zhang San back directly. When the car turned into the avenue of Baihuashan villa, I saw many vehicles carrying all kinds of building materials driving up from another road. I'm not surprised: "eh, your temple is not going to be built." Driving up from the road below, you can vaguely see the Yellow excavator working on the hillside. It's really the place of baizhangya.

It's just too far away, blocked by trees and rocks. I can't see clearly, but in the snow and fog, I can still see cars up and down, red bulldozers, excavators and other machines working.

Zhang San didn't see how excited he was, but said in a flat tone: "it's the place I like. The dark night mountain has changed people, which is different from before." Hearing his lonely look and sad tone, Fang Qi didn't know how to say it for a moment.

After all, this guy's betrayal of his ancestors is not very honorable. Using a bad word to describe it is called "bullying teachers and destroying ancestors". This is a great evil. Even if he recognizes that his ancestors are bad people and wants to draw a line, it's hard to say. He was destined to spend his life in depression.

Back to the villa, Aunt Chen saw that Fang Qi and Zhang San came back at this time. She was really unprepared. Fang Qi said, "Aunt Chen, don't be busy. Just give us some leftovers to eat." There are some leftovers. You can eat them in the microwave.

After they had a simple meal, Fang Qi took Zhang San back to his own house to change the plaster. When tearing the plaster, he didn't want to sprinkle it very well. It was not particularly sticky at all. This is a plaster originally made by Fang Qi for Zhang San. It is intended to melt the shell on his body. Now it is torn down. Unexpectedly, the drug has absorbed 7788. The originally rotten skin and meat has formed pink scabs. It is soft to touch, and it is not as dark and hard as it used to be.

Zhang San didn't feel very happy either. He just closed his eyes and remained silent. Fang Qi tore off pieces of plaster for him and stuck a new one on him. When the plaster was finished and there were a few more pieces, he put more on his face and head. Zhang San put on his clothes and said dully, "I want to understand and practice. Don't disturb me if there's nothing wrong."

Fang Qi also knows that it will take two days and two nights to fully realize the effect of the medicine. Let him take this opportunity to abandon all distractions and concentrate on practicing Buddhism. When he came out of the room and turned to schbeibei's room, the guy was teasing the dog. He saw him come in and sniffed his nose and asked, "do you have anything with yin?"

Fang Qi thought of the thing containing the remnant of Yang Lian Zhenjia, so he took it out and threw it to him: "this is the remnant of Yang Lian Zhenjia. I'm here. How can I completely destroy this thing?" He didn't learn Maoshan road. He didn't know how to completely eliminate the remnant soul.

Jin Mao sat up and stared at the small porcelain vase in Shi Beibei's hand. Shi Beibei laughed and said, "it's not easy. If he is a villain, as long as he swallows it into Jin Mao's stomach, his soul will no longer be." Put the porcelain bottle close to the golden hair, pull out the cork and get close to the dog's mouth.

Jinmao suddenly sucked wildly. He saw that the atomized, semi turbid and translucent strange thing in the small porcelain bottle was sucked out by it. The remnant soul was not like Yang Lian Zhenjia at all, but more like a strange insect with no fixed form. It kept wriggling and trying to escape.

Golden hair stretched out his tongue and licked it into his mouth. The strange thing screamed like a frog, and it was like a hoarse baby crying. But soon there was no movement. Jinmao swallowed it into his stomach. The thing was still struggling in his stomach, but he soon recovered his peace.

When Fang Qi was about to leave, Shi Beibei grabbed his clothes and said, "Oh, when are you going to deceive me? Don't you say you want to help me find my brother?" Fang Qi smiled helplessly: "I can't help it. This is the secular world. You have to wait for me to rise to another space. Orcs like you can't stay in the secular world."

Shi Beibei was stunned by him. "So, you have to wait until you succeed in cultivating immortals." That look is definitely going to kill. Fang Qi also made him look at it. He was stunned in his heart. Although this guy may not be able to beat himself, he is a divine beast after all. What if he loses his temper and tosses around.

"Well, I'm not like monk Zicong, who shut you up in the well. You're delicious and delicious. Do you know how much money I wasted? You complain to me about a few kilograms of meat every day. It's not a typical master who picks up a bowl to eat meat and puts down his chopsticks to scold his mother. "

Shi Beibei's only hope rested on Fang Qi. Of course, he didn't want to break up with him. He was very depressed and said, "if you don't say what the eight armed Nezha body is in Yanjing City, my father is pressed below, isn't it easy to find them?"

Fang Qi smiled helplessly: "nerd, that's an array game. Do you really think it's the third prince sitting there? Ah, you don't know anything about Feng Shui array, and I can't explain it to you. " Turning to go, Shi Beibei said in a low voice, "I don't understand. You can explain to me why eight armed Nezha city is not Nezha. Don't go unless you make it clear."

Fang Qi had no choice but to tell him from the time when he built the city that it was a land of great prosperity and good fortune, but it was also a land of great evil. Only because several great lakes there led to the East China Sea, all Dragon Kings liked to play in the lake. Monk Zicong set up an eight armed Nezha array to guard here. The Dragon King is most afraid of Nezha. But there are always naughty and unruly. Zicong came up with many ways to lock the dragon and prevent it from making waves, otherwise the city would have been flooded.