Unconsciously, that person became her spiritual pillar and an indispensable part of her, wanting to have him and make him his own.

She pressed the middle of her eyebrows, and a trace of pain was scratched on the corners of her eyes.

“Ask…”

"Xiangxiang, ask, ask, ask, ask, let's be here!"

The fool Liang Wenqin was also in the carriage. He even sat next to Zhou Yanqing, but Zhou Yanqing could not hear him or see him.

"Xiangxiang, don't be sad, don't be unhappy, I'll recover soon! Xiangxiang, ask, ask, accompany Xiangxiang, Xiangxiang is not alone, not alone!"

Liang Wenqing worked very hard and wanted to convey his own voice to Zhou Yanqing.

Unfortunately, his current existence is similar to ghosts, which is no different from ghost master Yin Huaili.

As humans and ghosts are different, they are separated by Yin and Yang paths, and Zhou Yanqing can't hear his comfort at all. She doesn't even know that the little fool she is thinking about is beside her...

Rosewood, Jiuchong Temple.

This place seems to be a place to hide from the world. No matter what happened in spring hunting or the disappearance of Emperor Yong Yin, it has not caused any storm here.

Time seems to treat this place with special preferences, like the pure land in the world, like a paradise.

Until today, the earthquake has been repeated. Zitan Mountain is closer to the mountain where the national master Chu Liumu set up Qimen Dunjia to live in seclusion. At present, people in the temple are in panic, and only the wine and meat monk Jingci.

The handsome monk is sneaking in front of the stove pit.

He pulled out a beggar chicken wrapped in mud from the ashes in the stove pit. Just as he was about to knock on the thick dried yellow mud, a young monk shouted: "Senior Brother Jingci, donor Chu is here!"

Chu Liumu?

The reaction was so fast that Jingci kicked Nibatuan, kicked Nibatuan into the stove pit and hid it. Then he sorted out the robes he was wearing and made a solemn appearance.

The little monk thrust his face...

Forget it, just pretend you didn't see it.

Anyway, Senior Brother Jingci is a dog-like person, even if everyone has worn out his mouth, he still has wine and meat that can never change his mind after repeated instruction.

It is really a shame to the Buddhist clear land!

Jingci came to Xiangshe to see Chu Liumu. As soon as he entered the door, he was stunned for a moment, and then he was happy, laughing in surprise, a little surprised, and a little gloating.

"It seems that this is the first time I have seen you in such a embarrassing situation in these years."

Chu Liumu's body was covered in blood, and he felt depressed: "Aci, you don't have to put a knife into my heart at this moment, really!"

This monk Jingci has some evil nature.

Chu Liumu is good at Qimen Dunjia. He knows astronomy and geography at all levels, and is proficient in divination.

However, even the national teacher Chu Liumu, who claims to be a prophet of the uncertainty, would envy Jingci from time to time.

The specialness of this monk Jingci comes from his eyes.

It looks no different from a normal person. At most, his pupils are darker than ordinary people and his eyes are brighter. But his eyes are called the Eye of True Spirit.

Any illusion in the world can be penetrated at a glance, and it is a bit magical to describe it.

Even if the other party is a stranger he has never seen before, he can only take a look to know the other party's name, origin, identity, and other things, and even the things he has encountered in his life.

He can see through the secrets of many people.

It is also because of this ability that anyone seems naked in front of him, and no matter good or evil, it cannot be hidden from him.

The only two exceptions are the fool Liang Wenjin, and the other is the female donor Yan Qing a few days ago.
Chapter completed!