Heng Yu thought in his mind: Most of the Nascent Soul Stages and the God Transformation Stages were in seclusion in their caves. Among the monks walking in Canglan Continent, the late stage of the Jiedan was above countless people. But at this moment, such a Buddhist practitioner appeared in Xiaoxiaoping City...

Many things are connected.

——The demon girl who collects yang and replenishes yin, a Buddhist practitioner in the late stage of Jiedan, and a sachet sewn with a corner of a monk's robe.

Will this Buddhist practice have something to do with that witch?

Heng Yu pursed the corners of his lips and sent a message to Wu: "Is Senior Brother Liaowu worried about angering the late-stage Buddhist practice of Jiedan?"

Zhizuo did not guess what she said, but this did not prevent Zhizuo from replying: "Don't worry."

He has many secrets and many trump cards. As long as he is not a Nascent Soul cultivator, he will not be afraid even if he is enlightened by a late-stage monk in the Killing Pill.

"Can Senior Brother Lewu cooperate with me? I want to test him." After the transmission of this sentence, Heng Yu said, "My sachet is worn a lot."

After saying that, Heng Yu pulled off the sachet hanging around her waist.

She was indeed right. This sachet style looks good, but some of the edges and corners have worn out, and it looks like it has been a few years.

Heng Yu handed the sachet to Wu and asked him to see it carefully: "Can Brother Baiwu sew sachets? If you can sew, I won't go out and buy them."

The monk sitting at the table next door drinking tea stiffened his spine slightly.

Mr. Nian, who was sitting at the same table, couldn't help but look up and glared at Heng Yu fiercely.

——This witch, she just wants her senior brother to wash his hands and make soup, but now she still wants her senior brother to do needlework.

If these things are spread, the Buddhist practitioners in the world can destroy her to the human world.

I realized it slightly.

Thinking of the "cooperation" she just said, I realized that I could guess Heng Yu's meaning vaguely.

He said, "I have never sewed clothes, but if the Lord Luo wants to, I can try it for the Lord Luo."

Heng Yu: "..."

Heng Yu almost didn't follow this.

Why does a serious monk feel that she is really being flirted with while saying serious words?

When Heng Yu was distracted, she heard the teacup on the next table being extremely strong when she put down the teacup, and the cup hit the table making a dull impact sound.

The other party lost his composure.

Thinking of this, Heng Yu quickly came back to his senses, and said to the enlightenment with great enthusiasm: "Then what fabric should I prepare... It seems that there is no fabric in my storage ring. Do you have it?"

Zhiju put his spiritual sense into the storage ring and searched: "There is only the fabric sewing the monk's robes, if Lord Luo doesn't dislike it..."

The monk on the table next door was extremely strong when he pinched the teacup. The spiritual power in his hands was unstable, and the teacup exploded directly in his palm.

As a late-stage monk of Jiedan, the monk would certainly not be injured by this small teacup fragment. However, the teacup contained half a cup of warm tea, which flowed down the corner of the table, wetting the monk's monk's robes.

But he seemed to have not noticed it, sitting there blankly, looking lost.

"...Is this fellow Taoist something wrong?" Heng Yu stood up and asked tentatively.

The monk lowered his head, not allowing Heng Yu and the others to see his appearance clearly: "Poverty... I just think there are many things that cannot be believed in this world, such as the smile and words of the witch."

Heng Yu had a bright smile on his face: "I don't know what fellow Taoist meant."

She turned her head and looked at Enlightenment.

He looks extraordinary, like a Buddha sitting upright in the infinite Buddha realm of compassion for the heavens and others, making people's hearts tremble.

Heng Yu, who thought for a long time, but had not found a chance, boldly stretched out his hand and landed on the bald head of Wuhu, and touched it hard twice.

I realized that my body was a little stiff, but I didn't expect Heng Yu to do this.

Le Nian was already shocked and lost.

And the monk who had always lowered his head could not help but shake the nine-ring tin staff in his hand: "Why should fellow Taoist destroy his Buddhist path?"

Heng Yu's hands are slender and white.

She touched Yu Zhi's head and felt that the touch was really good, so good that she couldn't bear to take her hands away.

Noting that the monk was becoming more and more incompetent, Heng Yu simply gave him a harsh medicine.

Her hand slowly slid down, brushing past Qingyu's right ear, brushing past Qingyu's right earlobe, and her index finger slid on the outline of his cheek, and finally stroked his right face.

Slow, lingering.

Seeing Juju trying to move, Heng Yu's voice trembled a little.

She said: "Don't reject me."

The tone of voice is similar.

But the clarity is transmitted into the ears of enlightenment.

I realized that my body became more and more stiff.

He could clearly feel the warmth spreading on his cheeks.

This warm and strange...

But it is not very resistant.

Realize and close your eyes and recite scriptures silently in your heart.

Heng Yu tried hard to ignore the touch of the palm of her hand, and she turned her head to look at the monk: "Who is senior? Why do you interfere more with me in my affairs?"

After a moment of silence, the monk who had always lowered his head slowly raised his head.

A picture-like face appeared in everyone's sight.

On such a face, the black runes representing the identity of "The Abandoned Sect of Wuding" seem extremely abrupt and obvious.

A sad look flashed through the monk's eyes.
Chapter completed!