Only you: King's crazy concubine

Xuanyuan Yi gritted his teeth, "can you move your feet?"

"Ah, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." the fat man woke up and took a step forward.

Xuanyuanyi only felt that his toes were broken and didn't feel at all. He hung his head in frustration and wanted to cry without tears. I won't be lame in the future.

At this time, he handed a hand in front and looked up suspiciously. Bai Feng frowned, "what are you doing, can you still go?"

In order to show his masculinity, xuanyuanyi stubbed his neck and said, "my king is a small shrimp."

Then he picked up his feet and took a step forward. With each step, his toes hurt deeply. The next second, his whole body soared, "Wow, what are you doing, dead white maple? You put me down."

White maple carried him in one hand, with a faint voice, "since you can't go, don't try to be strong."

"You put me down quickly. Aren't you very empty? How can you afford me?" xuanyuanyi struggled constantly. Strange eyes came from around. He stared back disaffectedly. What to look at, but his face became more and more red. Shit, this posture seemed that I didn't have any momentum.

From below came white maple's calm voice, "King Yi is not heavy. It's more than enough to carry you."

"Put me down quickly and look at them." xuanyuanyi felt that he really had no face to see people. He was a great king. What did he look like when he was carried like this.

Bai Feng glanced around, "if you don't want to become lame, just stay honest."

Hearing the speech, xuanyuanyi was quiet for a moment, fell on him, covered his face and lowered his voice, "go."

Bai Feng's eyes flashed a smile and his face was calm, "HMM."

Here, Gu Qingyan poked out his head curiously. At this time, they were in mid air. Looking down from above, they looked very beautiful, "where are you taking me?"

"Go to a mysterious place." Xuanyuan Zimo smiled.

Gu Qingyan was about to say something. Xuanyuan Zimo patted her head, "here it is."

Gu Qingyan looked and saw a temple in front of him. Pilgrims came and went. Even outside the door, he could smell a strong smell of sandalwood, showing a trace of peace.

"What did you bring me here for?"

Xuanyuan Zimo smiled and didn't answer. He took her hand and walked inside. As soon as he entered, a monk came face to face. He was dressed in gray robes, hung Buddha beads around his neck and folded his hands. "Amitabha, do you wish or pray?"

Gu Qingyan looked at Xuanyuan Zimo. They didn't believe in ghosts and gods. How could Mo bring her to the temple today.

"Pray for blessings." Xuanyuan Zimo's face was faint.

The monk leaned aside and made a gesture of invitation, "please come here, benefactor."

They followed him around a path. Red lanterns were hung in the corridor. Occasionally they met some pilgrims. When they saw the monks, they would salute with their hands folded, "master."

About a cup of tea (five minutes), the monk stopped in front of the hall. There were several Buddha statues in front of them, with incense and fruit in front of them.

The monk knelt down respectfully, kowtowed his head, folded his hands, chanted words in his mouth, then stood up and said to Gu Qingyan: "benefactor, please help yourself."

Then he left by himself.

Gu Qingyan couldn't see clearly, so, "he... He just left?" what the TV said was that he still had to stand aside and sign for the pilgrims.

"Isn't this better?" Xuanyuan Zimo rubbed her head and joked.

Gu yanheng glanced at him. "This is a temple. There are bodhisattvas watching. Don't mess around."

"What can I do?" Xuanyuan Zi Mo looked innocent.

Gu Qingyan snorted, "I won't talk to you. What do you want to do with me? How do I feel that there is something wrong with this temple."

Xuanyuan Zimo smiled, took the bamboo tube with bamboo sticks, stood behind Gu Qingyan, asked her to hold the bamboo tube and put her hands on the back of her hands.

Whispered in her ear, "let's pray together."

For you, I want to believe in these nothingness. I hope they can help you out when you are in trouble.

Gu Qingyan didn't know what he was thinking. His eyes were sour. "Let's pray together." for you, for me and for us.

They closed their eyes and shook the bamboo tube at the same time. Before long, they heard a crisp sound. When they opened their eyes, they saw the bamboo sticks on the ground, and the red words on them were particularly eye-catching.

At this time, a master came out from behind the Buddha, wearing a cassock and a kind face. He put his palm in front of him and bent slightly, "Amitabha."

"Are you the abbot here?" Gu Qingyan said clearly.

The master nodded, "benefactor is smart." then he looked at the bamboo stick in Xuanyuan Zimo's hand, "do you need to release it, benefactor?"

"Come on, please." Gu Qingyan handed the bamboo stick to the abbot.

The abbot smiled and shook his head. "This is what I should do. Why bother?"

Then he looked down at the bamboo stick in his hand, and his face became dignified gradually.

Xuanyuan Zimo and Gu Qingyan looked at each other. What's wrong with the signing? Hold each other's hand tightly and clasp your fingers.

After a long time, the abbot raised his head, put the bamboo stick into his sleeve and folded his hands, "Amitabha, the two benefactors have an excellent marriage and will live a happy life."

Gu tilted his face and frowned. "You monks can't lie? Besides, this is the sign we asked for."

"Don't be angry, benefactor," the abbot sighed when he noticed Gu Qingyan's anger. "The two benefactors are very murderous, but I know that they are not evil people."

Gu Qingyan: "what else? What does this have to do with this sign?"

"The two benefactors have great love, but there will be a disaster in the future. If you escape this disaster, you will be happy in the next days. If you don't, there will be no intersection between the ends of the earth." the abbot sighed.

Xuanyuan Zimo frowned, and there was a trace of displeasure in his eyes. The abbot said nonsense, "no matter what it is, I won't let go of Yan'er's hand."

The abbot looked at him. "I can see that you two are in love with each other. But although the childe is naturally noble, he can't stand the trouble behind the villain. It's better to be careful."

"Is the robbery you said peach blossom robbery or life and death robbery?" Xuanyuan Zimo sipped his lips and asked.

The abbot shook his head slowly. "The secret of heaven can't be revealed. I'm sorry I can't tell you."

"Will Yan'er be in danger?" Xuanyuan Zimo didn't give up. As long as he knew a clue, Yan'er would be safer.

With an apologetic smile on the Abbot's face, "don't ask again, benefactor. Everything is God's will."

"Even if it is God's will, the king will turn against him." Xuanyuan Zi Mo said coldly.

The abbot didn't seem surprised at Xuanyuan Zimo's identity. Maybe he had seen it earlier, "Amitabha."