"What's the shame or not?" Manager Jiang glanced at him, and felt a little happy when he thought of seeing an old friend.

In order not to embarrass his wife, Chef Yang went down the mountain to buy new clothes the next day.

Now Fangjia Village is no longer the poor and dilapidated small mountain village. Now there are many shops here, people come and go every day, which is very lively.

In Fangjia Village, the slightly richer families began to build stone houses like Taoist temples. People outside followed suit, which led to the fact that even though Taoist temples have been built now, the demand for stones and woods is still increasing but not decreasing.

County Magistrate Du has increased his political achievements to this end, and he always smiles when he sees everyone.

Chef Yang bought clothes and was about to go up the mountain, but was stopped by a female pilgrim beside her. The female pilgrim looks very good and speaks softly. Chef Yang just wants to run up the mountain as soon as possible.

Who knows whether this is a human or a ghost, maybe she is still a fairy?

"Don't leave," the female pilgrim grabbed his sleeve, "I just wanted to ask if this mountain is the rumored Qingsong Temple."

"You can just go up and see it yourself." Chef Yang felt that she had nothing to say, so she swung her sleeves and quickly went up the mountain. Although he looked at his fat body, he was quite good at hiding people.

Ci Qing couldn't help but feel a little irritable when she looked at the mortal running fast.

She probably had something wrong with the horoscopes of this place, and as soon as she got closer, she couldn't hold back her breath.

After slowly going up the mountain, she looked at the Taoist temple in front of her and said disdainfully: "It's just that."

When she got in, there were a lot of pilgrims inside, and she didn't burn incense, so she walked straight inside.

However, when she entered the first hanging flower door, she was stopped.

"No outsiders are allowed to enter inside." Fu Yao stood there with her hands on her chest, just blocking her way.

"Who are you?" Ci Qing said, lifting his chin.

"The master of this Taoist temple is me." Fu Yao said, "You are not welcome later. It is about noon now. If you want, you can go to the kitchen with me for lunch."

Ci Qing didn't expect that she was Fu Yao. After looking at her for a long time, she saw that she could not notice other clues, so she restrained her a little and said, "Okay."

When they arrived at the kitchen, the dishes had almost been served and everyone else had arrived.

When Chef Yang saw Ci Qing, he shrank his shoulders.

It's true that he's not a human being.

He now understood that basically the people who are with the viewer are not living people. Mr. Zhongli is, and even the old lady yesterday is.

"Why didn't Zhongli come?" Fu Yao said, folding a paper crane and asking it to deliver the letter. "I asked Zhongli to come for dinner, but I wouldn't leave it for him if I came late."

The paper crane flew away, and it was the first time that everyone had seen such a magical paper crane and silently silenced.

Ci Qing listened to Fu Yao's tone, but her mood was a little unhappy. Soon, something that made her feel even more unhappy happened - Zhongli came over with a paper crane.

Seeing that Zhongli's hair was not dry, probably just after taking a shower, Fu Yao said, "Why are you getting up so late?"

Zhongli said while holding the dishes and chopsticks: "I think you know the best why I get up so late."

"Hmm?" The crowd looked at Fu Yao.

Fu Yao's face was not blushing, but his heart was not beating, "Sure enough, I can't compare to you officials in terms of thick-skinnedness."

"Why are you so humble today?" Zhongli said, "I am willing to give up on the disadvantage on weekdays."

"That's not because your old friend has come, so you can give face." Fu Yao said, signaling him to peel the crabs for himself, "You need the fattest one."

Zhongli glanced at Ci Qing opposite him and said, "The crabs that have not been on Mid-Autumn Festival have not yet arrived, no matter how fat they are, they are all covered in shells." Even though that was said, the crabs were still in his hands.

Seeing that he was really taking away the crabs for someone, Ci Qing's smile was still there, but the hand in her sleeve couldn't help but pinch it. She supported her smile and said, "I haven't seen you for many years, Your Highness seems to have changed a lot."

"What are you doing here?" Zhongli said in a cold tone to her old friend.

"I heard that Qingsongguan's wishes are very effective, and I want to try them too." Ci Qing said.

"Oh." Zhongli disappeared.

The lunch meal ended with Fu Yao eating three crabs as the end point.

After dinner, Zhongli went back and the others scattered, leaving only Fu Yao and Ciqing in the courtyard.

"Are you here to ask me?" Fu Yao was wiping his fingers with his handkerchief, "What are you asking me to save the old man Conch? Or maybe I ruin the life symbiosis between you? Or maybe Li You, who was refined by you, was resurrected from the dead."

When Fu Yao revealed all her secrets, Ci Qing's face changed drastically when he thought of her.

"Who are you?" she pretended to be calm.

"This is the second time you have asked me." Fu Yao shrugged, "I am the master of Qingsong Temple. You should remember this time. As for why I know all about you, do you think you have hidden it well?"

When Ci Qing appeared in her territory, Fu Yao had already noticed her existence.

Fu Yao doesn't particularly like this woman.

In Zhongli's memory, she had seen the face of this woman.

This woman is beautiful, but she always uses her beauty as a weapon and plays others in her palm. It is normal to be an ambition. But if a person is a person who has ambition and lets others die in order to satisfy his ambition, it is not worth appreciating.

Ciqing is such a person.

When Ci Qing tried his best to enter the palace, Zhongli took her and pinched her to make her obedient.

Afterwards, Zhongli asked her to choose one of the two. One was to go to the grassland; the other was to spend her whole life in the prison. Ci Qing chose the first path without any surprise, so she was the matter of sending the beauty to the grassland.

This matter is not a loss, it is just a mutual use.

Ci Qing wanted life and power, and Zhongli wanted to have a turmoil in the grassland. The two of them had cooperated, but they couldn't have been half a friend.

Now Ciqing is coming to her territory as an old friend, so Fu Yao is naturally not very welcome.

"Not everyone can be as lucky as Master Fu, you, and you can get whatever you want." Ci Qing said coldly.

"Then you can only blame God for this. Who made God so lucky?"

Ci Qing couldn't detect her dislike anymore, so she was not worthy of being a woman who played with so many people. She stood up and said, "It seems that we don't say anything more than a single sentence."

"You are leaving? Then walk slowly and don't send me off. Don't come here if you have nothing to do in the future. I don't really want to drive the passengers."

Ci Qing was so angry that she almost wanted to take action, but after thinking about whose territory this was, she finally held back.

Seeing Ci Qing turning around angrily, Fu Yao went to Zhongli's tomb with some regret.

"What a pity that she didn't even take action." If she did, she could just rightly arrest Ci Qing and change the soul of her magic weapon.

But Zhongli looked at her and said, "It's not only the audience who is satisfied with our performance just now."

"It's done."

"Should you be rewarded?"

"I have no money." Fu Yao said alone.

"If you don't give money, the rest will do it. I see Chef Yang changing into a new outfit."

"Didn't you buy clothes for money? I don't have money." Fu Yao continued to pretend to be dead.

"Whoever says it must be spent." Zhongli said, "In fact, there is also a way to not use money."

"..." Fu Yao: "What do you mean is to let me sew it for you?"

"I didn't say that, but if you want to do this, it will be fine. The weather will soon become cold, and I do need some autumn clothes."

"Zhongli, can you touch your conscience when you speak? Well? What kind of clothes do you need for a thousand-year-old soul? I don't even wear clothes for you, and I will make them for you. Don't even think about it." Fu Yao said.

However, at night, when Manager Jiang lay on the bed, he always felt something was wrong.

She opened her eyes and saw that her master was standing beside her at some point.

"The owner..." Manager Jiang was startled.

"Don't be nervous, I'm not here to ask for eyes." Fu Yao said.

"oh……"

"How do you embroider the flowers?" Fu Yao said again.

"Uh... do you want to embroider?"

"What a joke, I'll do this?" Fu Yao sneered.

"Then you..."

"I just got bored and wanted to make something to pass the time."

Manager Jiang had seven orgasm-like, and he didn't see her awkward thoughts, "Then make socks, this thing is easy to get started."

"Just get started." Fu Yao was very satisfied with how much Manager Jiang understood her heart.

...

Shaolin Temple.

The fat couple traveled day and night, rushed back to Songshan as quickly as possible.

When he arrived in the temple, the thin man couldn't care much, so he asked the little monk when he entered the door, "Is the abbot okay?"

The little monk knew nothing, only knew that the abbot was in the back mountain vegetable garden now, "Senior brother, just go there and take a look."

When the thin man arrived at the vegetable garden, he saw the white-bearded old Fangzheng watering the vegetables, and was still reminding the little monks next to him how much they should be watered, and how they should be watered.

"This kind of dish is like homework. The more you sweat, you will get as much harvest."

The little novice monks are very well-behaved, "I'm sure to listen to the abbot's teachings."

After watering the vegetable garden, the old abbot asked the little novice monks to go each of them. He looked at the thin man and said, "You are back too."

"Master." The thin man looked at the master without any illness and scolded Shen Gui a hundred times in his heart. However, he also thanked Shen Gui. If it wasn't for him, he would never have thought of coming back.

"What are you doing with a bitter face?" The abbot sat down beside him. "Didn't you write to me that you gave birth to a child, where are the children?"

"Here is here." The fat woman also arrived with her child now.

As soon as he saw the white and tender little ginkgo, the abbot smiled and said, "This child is destined to be with me."

These words made the fat couple's hearts thrilled, "This... don't." They also wanted to send their son to Lishui Academy to study in the future.

The abbot laughed and picked up the little ginkgo again, "Let's go. There's a lot of dust here, so go to my room if you have something to say."

Looking at the master's steady steps, the fat couple looked at each other.
Chapter completed!