Ming Deng immediately clasped his hands together and said respectfully: "Amitabha, since the donor is the reincarnation of Ziweixing, why should he help the evil tyrants and protect this disaster?"
He was entrusted by someone to take care of Ji Qingwei, how could he see Ji Qingwei being robbed of her luck and dying?
The one who can attract Ziweixing should be Ji Qingwei.
Yu Xiheng's expression remained calm, but his aura became more powerful, as terrifying as still water flowing deep.
He slowly said: "I don't want to know what you are talking about, but you disturbed her to take a rest."
As soon as the folding fan was closed in the man's hand, the silver needle that had sunk into the ground suddenly flew up again and returned to the folding fan.
But the next second, the folding fan opened again and spun out.
Like a knife blade, wherever the folding fan passes
Master Mingdeng was unable to dodge again, and his cassock was torn to pieces.
There was finally a hint of fear on his face: "What kind of hidden weapon is this?!"
Although the three major families are still strong, they are indeed not as good as their peak state a thousand years ago.
Because many technologies have been lost.
He went to Zhongzhou to seek alms and met the Mo family, but he had never seen such a powerful and changeable hidden weapon.
Yu Xiheng said nothing. He raised his hand and the fan returned to his palm.
But at this moment, Si Fuqing suddenly pushed him away and straightened up...
Yu Xiheng's eyes narrowed slightly and he grabbed her shoulders.
But the next second, his arm shook slightly, numbed for a moment, and then relaxed.
Si Fuqing had no expression. She raised her hand, clenched it into a fist.
Then it moved.
He attacked straight towards Master Mingdeng.
"Demon girl, you are still stubborn in front of the Buddha!" Master Mingdeng's face darkened, "Even if Ziweixing is here today, I can't protect you!"
He picked up the Zen staff, muttered something in his mouth, and began to knead the talisman with his other hand.
But in a moment, Si Fuqing had already arrived in front of him.
"Bang!"
Just one punch!
"Crack!"
The Zen staff broke instantly.
Immediately afterwards, a clear sound of bone cracking was heard, and Master Mingdeng flew out uncontrollably, and the tree behind him was broken along with it.
He fell to the ground, spit out a few mouthfuls of blood, and looked shocked.
Ji Qingwei is a genius that is rare to see in several years, but he is weak and has no physical strength.
This witch was able to blow him up with one punch. Could it be that she had robbed more than one person of their luck?
Master Mingdeng didn't have time to think about it, Si Fuqing came in front of him again and punched him a few more times.
"Bang."
"Bang."
"Bang!"
"Pfft——!" Master Mingdeng couldn't bear it anymore and fainted.
Si Fuqing looked at his free hands, and after a few seconds, he squatted down again and hugged his knees with his hands.
Yu Xiheng raised his eyebrows. He stepped forward and stretched out his hand to pull up Si Fuqing who was squatting on the ground.
It didn't pull this time.
He patiently bent down and arranged her hair gently: "What is it this time? So heavy?"
Si Fuqing buried his head: "Today is the peach tree! It's sweet and super delicious."
Yu Xiheng was silent for a moment and whispered: "How do I know whether it is sweet or not?"
Si Fuqing scratched his head: "You try it?"
She handed him a piece of hair.
"..."
Yu Xiheng then asked: "Is there anyone you like?"
Si Fuqing was still squatting on the ground: "Yes, I am raising a child. He is really cute. I liked him very much before I met him."
Yu Xiheng's eyes dimmed slightly.
He had heard Yu Tang mention that young people nowadays like to play various nurturing games.
Yu Tang was just playing.
He calculated the people around her, but he neglected that the game was also a culprit.
Yu Xiheng lowered her eyelashes: "I'd better play less of this kind of game in the future."
"No, no, no." Si Fuqing hugged his legs, "I must raise him! You won't understand this sense of accomplishment. I'm super happy!"
Yu Xiheng paused for a moment and suddenly smiled: "It's not that I don't understand. I am indeed very happy after being raised. Why won't the peach tree go home?"
Si Fuqing hesitated and stretched out his hand: "Go home and sleep to grow more peaches."
He held her hand and glanced lightly at Master Ming Deng who had passed out. There was no unnecessary emotion in his eyes.
Then he slowly opened Si Fuqing's cell phone and dialed the emergency contact number.
Tsukimi was enjoying his life at the bar when he suddenly received a call. He thought something terrible had happened and immediately dumped the handsome bartender.
I borrowed another car and drove wildly to the edge of the woods.
When she saw that all the trees around her were broken, and there was a bald head lying on the ground that she didn't know whether he was alive or dead.
Tsukimi: "..."
She probably knew what was going on.
She looked at Yu Xiheng and said politely: "What is this?"
"You were here last time, you have experience." Yu Xiheng said calmly, "She fell asleep, I took her back to rest."
Tsukimi's eyes narrowed.
As a spiritual evolver, she possesses the ability of telepathy.
The strongest psychic ability is the one who can directly read other people's memories, plunder other people's thoughts, and control other people's actions.
Of course, her abilities are not yet as high as this.
But she can also read other people's thoughts.
Even the eldest brother and the second brother will fall into her trap when they are not paying attention.
However, she couldn't see through the man in front of her at all.
When he looked at her like this, she seemed to have seen through everything.
Yu Xiheng said nothing more, hugged Si Fuqing and left.
"You damn bald donkey, you're disturbing my rest." Yue Jian kicked Master Ming Deng on the ground, "I hate you most who chant sutras, you chant like crows."
She casually took a snakeskin bag from the car, tied it up with Master Ming Deng, threw it into the car, and then dealt with the scene of the incident before driving away.
**
At three o'clock in the morning, Nian Tingchu and Ye Zhenmian both fell asleep, and Yu Xiheng sent Si Fuqing to the studio.
Before Sang Yanqing could rest, she stepped forward: "What's wrong? Are you asleep? Why is your face so red? You don't know how to drink, do you?"
"Yes." Yu Xiheng said, "She has fallen asleep. Let her have a good rest."
He put Si Fuqing on the bed and took out a tissue to wipe the sweat from her head.
Sang Yanqing: "..."
If she can't see it anymore, she will be a fool.
However, she felt that the only one who could suppress her artist was the one in front of her.
At this moment, Yu Xiheng raised his head and said in a cool tone: "You have been following her. Has she met anyone else?"
"No, but there are indeed many people in the circle who want to pursue her." Sang Yanqing thought for a while, "Mr. Yu, you also know that Qingqing is really beautiful."
Before the Chinese Drama Ceremony, many male artist teams issued red carpet invitations.
Si Fuqing wanted to auction the quota, but was stopped by Sang Yanqing just in time.
That’s not how you make money.
"Tell her to pay attention to her health." Yu Xiheng said calmly, "The early trials of Oracle are easy. She doesn't need to go on stage. The variety show is also easy for her. Just relax."
"I know, Mr. Yu." Sang Yanqing nodded, "I will definitely remind her."
Yu Xiheng pressed the quilt for Si Fuqing again before leaving.
**
The next day, noon.
Si Fuqing rubbed his head, sat up, and stared at the TV in a daze.
"Are you awake?" Yue Jian knocked on the door and came in. "When you wake up, drink some light salt water."
"Third Senior Sister, I drank yesterday." Si Fuqing took the cup, "It's good that the boss is here, I can drink with confidence."
Tsukimi was silent for a moment: "Yeah"
She knows.
It was her job to clean up the mess.
She hasn't finished teasing the handsome bartender yet, although she can't remember his face.
"Did I beat up someone?" Si Fuqing moved his hands and thought thoughtfully, "I felt very happy and happy yesterday, but with the boss here, I shouldn't have gone crazy."
Yue Jian thought to himself, not only did you beat a bald donkey, but you also beat him until he woke up.
Facts have proved that even if the little junior sister's strength has not been restored, she still has explosive strength after drinking. But it is not a good thing to go berserk frequently.
Yesterday, she and Yu Xiheng rarely had a common view on the same thing.
Si Fuqing drinks alcohol once a month at most.
For her health and the safety of others.
Yue Jian sighed and recounted what happened yesterday: "You told me that your luck was robbed, and this bald donkey came for you again. I'm afraid it has something to do with it."
"Huh?" Si Fuqing narrowed his foxy eyes, "Where is he now?"
"It's thrown in the basement." Yue Jian yawned, "I haven't woken up yet, so you're not easy on me."
"Wait for me to wake him up." Si Fuqing simply cleaned up and called Ji Xingzhi.
Twenty minutes later, Ji Xingzhi arrived. He was very confused: "What a bald donkey? People from Buddhism would actually take away your luck? That shouldn't be the case. They value merit more than anything else."
"Let's go take a look first." Si Fuqing put on his coat and said calmly, "I was drunk yesterday and I didn't even know about it."
The two came to the basement.
The basement is dark and there are cobwebs.
Master Mingdeng was thrown into the corner casually by Yue Jian. He was covered in wounds and his cassock was in tatters.
Ji Xingzhi's mouth twitched and he stood further away in fear.
Can you beat someone like this when you're drunk?
Isn't it scarier when you're awake?
I don’t know how he died.
Si Fuqing stepped forward and forcefully gave Master Mingdeng a pill.
The medicine took effect very quickly, in just a few seconds, Master Mingdeng moved his hands and became conscious.
Ji Xingzhi came over and said, "Brother, what kind of medicine did you give me? Are you really a miracle doctor?"
"Don't talk about this yet." Si Fuqing raised his hand, "Look at him first."
Ji Xingzhi looked at Master Mingdeng carefully and said in surprise: "This old monk has good cultivation and a lot of merits. He has body-protecting aura. Most people can't get close to him. You actually managed to kill him yesterday."
Beat it like that."
Master Mingdeng was confused and struggled to open his eyes.
When he saw Si Fuqing's face, he was about to burst into rage in an instant, but he had no power to act.
"You witch!" Master Mingdeng spat out a mouthful of blood, "How dare you steal other people's luck, principal! If it weren't for another lucky person protecting you yesterday, you would have died long ago!"
He still hasn't figured it out yet.
Lagerstroemia's luck, the fate of the emperor.
Such a destiny should not exist now.
There may be many people with the luck of crape myrtle, but it is absolutely impossible for an emperor to appear. This goes against the principles of nature.
But it's just a matter of showing up. How could he be complicit with such a sinister and vicious person?
He must have been deceived!
"You do know some sense, and you are not pretending to be a ghost." Si Fuqing nodded slightly, "No wonder Guanghua Temple has been popular in the past few decades, and you have contributed a lot to it."
Master Mingdeng sneered, and his expression became arrogant: "The poor monk has been destined to the Buddha since he was a child. When he was young, he went to Dongzhou to beg for alms. He was enlightened by senior Ji Mingtai. How can he be compared to others?"
A witch who uses sinister methods to plunder other people's luck has also followed a wicked path.
If the Ji family encounters them, they will be killed on the spot.
It's a pity that he was not good at studying and was beaten like this.
"Master Monk is not here. If he is here, you will definitely not be able to do evil!" Master Mingdeng's eyes were cold. "If you kill, your sin will be even worse! The Ji family will not let you harm Daxia!"
However, to his surprise, Si Fuqing did not show any fear.
She said with interest and then turned her head.
"Since when did your family start accepting disciples from outside? Just accept them and forget about them. Are they so poor at studying? You can't tell who is robbing someone of their luck."
Ji Xingzhi was confused: "I don't know. I wasn't born yet at that time, and it's impossible for my grandfather to care about everyone. I'll call and ask later."
The Ji family is a thousand-year-old family.
Even though he retired decades ago, the entire family still has thousands of people.
Not to mention the collateral lines, even the direct lineage cannot be managed.
As long as the Ji family's secret book is passed on without the permission of the elders, it will not be bothered.
"Ask me, he just said his name was Ji Mingtai." Si Fuqing nodded and looked at Master Mingdeng again, "Your master is not here, but the young head of the Ji family is. Rounding it off, it's the same. What can you say?
Tell him."
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Their interaction is so cute!!
Mother's heartbeat
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