The villain of fast time travel, he wants to be good

Chapter 191, saving the common people
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Yun Yan could only see the moment when the rune hit her, the faces of those ghosts appeared human for a moment, with relief on their faces, staring at Qing Xin's back gratefully.

Qingxin kept chanting scriptures along the way, and the further west she went, the more ghosts she encountered, but they basically all gathered together and moved forward aimlessly.

When Qingxin came to them, they all dissipated in a moment, and before they could howl, their bodies turned into nothingness.

It was at this time that Qingxin finally stopped chanting and got a short rest.

"Xiao Muyu, can I teach you how to speak now?"

It is really boring for a person who can't speak. After Yunyan woke up from a coma last time, she found that she had recovered infinite strength.

She feels that she and her body have already matched a lot, and she must be able to learn quickly. Being unable to speak will make it more difficult for her to attack the villain.

Yun Yan nodded with crooked eyebrows.

Qingxin doesn't know why, but she especially likes to see the way her eyebrows and eyes are crooked, she always gives him an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

It was as if the two had known each other for a long, long time, and he was willing to give her everything.

"My name is Qingxin, read with me, Qing-xin-"

Yunyan opened her mouth stupidly, and paused every word, "Qi—he—"

She read it wrong, but Qingxin suddenly became happy, his little wooden fish can talk!
For the first time, Qingxin's face, which was always as calm as water, showed an expression of enthusiasm and excitement.

"You can finally talk! Hahaha... my little wooden fish can talk."

He felt that he could hear the voice of the little wooden fish, which was more pleasant than when he suddenly got a precious out-of-print golden scripture.

Qing Xin could hardly hold back the joy that was about to come out, he laughed for a long time before he finally calmed down.

His little wooden fish can talk, and its voice is beautiful, more exciting than morning bells and evening drums. It is the most beautiful scripture he has ever heard.

"Read it with me again, clear-heart-"

"Dear Xi"

"Pure heart!"

"Tanabata!"

"Pure heart, pure heart, pure heart! It's clear, not Qi, read your heart later!"

"Dear heart"

Qing Xin finally gave up, he decided to teach her step by step, he can't become fat with one bite, anyway, he has plenty of time.

Yunyan grabbed his Buddhist beads foolishly, and like a curious child, she fumbled here and there in her hand.

Qing Xin pampered her to play with her, put her hands together in front of her chest, and watched the little wooden fish play.

Yun Yan held the Buddhist beads in her palm and looked through them, she got tired of playing in a while, she thought the Buddhist beads were some good things that could scare those ghosts.

I didn't expect that not only was there nothing magical about it, but it didn't even have scriptures on it. It was plain, just like a decorative bracelet.

But when the beads were thrown out to fight ghosts, there was a golden light on them, which is very strange.

Holding Yunyan to the tip of her nose and smelling it, she found that the smell was not bad, with a faint woody fragrance.

Diandian really wants to complain about the host, this wood, bah, although this Buddhist beads look mediocre, they are invaluable.

Especially if it was used by Qingxin close to her body, the value would have to be multiplied several times. Even the emperor sent people to hunt down and persecute Qingxin, while silently hanging Qingxin's used bracelets and Buddhist beads in the bedroom.

There are too many grievances in the palace, and it makes people feel oppressive all year round. Even though he is the emperor and has the aura of a real dragon, he still carries amulets with him in fear of death.

He wanted to die with a pure heart, so that no one could threaten his throne, and he didn't want to die with a pure heart, for fear that he would not find an eminent monk like him in the future.

So he was always tormenting Qingxin, but hesitantly didn't know whether he should kill her or not.

He once tried to insinuate that this string of prayer beads should be pure hearted, saying that it would protect the little prince.

But Qing Xin directly refused at that time, saying that the little prince was too young to wear such spiritual things, and she was afraid of backlash against him.

He talked to such an extent that the emperor Nangong Wentian couldn't say anything, let alone make it too ugly, because Qingxin still has the identity of his emperor's younger brother.

If he knew that the Buddhist beads he wanted several times were now being held and twirled by a little girl, he would probably go crazy.

Yunyan played with the beads for a while, then suddenly let out a low laugh, she mischievously walked up to Qingxin holding the beads.

"What's wrong? Little wooden fish."

Yunyan hasn't learned how to say those complicated words yet, so she gestured her hands indiscriminately, grabbed her head and pressed it down, and after finishing this movement, she stepped on her feet and looked at the top of Qingxin's head.

"You want me to bow my head?"

"Well, land"

Qingxin gave a low laugh, bent down calmly and lowered his head, even if he lowered his head, Yunyan couldn't reach his neck.

Yunyan rested on her toes before finally hanging the beads around his neck.

Qing Xin asked hesitantly, "Do you want me to wear it around your neck?"

Biting her little nails, Yun Yan nodded, her eyebrows and eyes curved.

Qing Xin rubbed her head, it was fluffy and felt good to the touch, "It's up to you."

Qingxin has neither Buddhist beads nor wooden fish in her hand, suddenly she doesn't know where to put her hands.

Yun Yan put her hand delicately and charmingly into Qing Xin's open palm.

Qing Xin's body froze slightly. When she was a child, the abbot often held his hand. As a master, you can hold hands. Then... as a father and daughter, you can also hold hands, right?
His little wooden fish has just learned to transform into shape, and he can't even speak clearly, and he is still young, thinking about it this way, the discomfort in his heart has completely disappeared.

In a temple far away from them, the abbot was staring at the mirror with a white-bearded Taoist.

The white-bearded Taoist stroked his goatee, looked at the old monk who was eating melon beside him, "You little apprentice is not simple, you even know how to hold a little girl's little hand."

"This is the six impurities!"

"Hey, you old-fashioned old man, don't talk nonsense, you don't understand anything, so just blackmail my apprentice."

"He is simply pulling the little girl. It's not like you haven't seen it. The little Muyu is like a child. He has great love in his heart, and he can't bear the little Muyu to fall."

"This is raising her as a daughter. Don't slander my good apprentice. If he has other thoughts about Xiao Muyu, from now on you will drink and I will eat vegetables!"

The old Taoist was also irritated by his partiality. This stinky monk is good at everything, except to protect his shortcomings. His apprentices can only scold him, and he will quietly retaliate against anyone who says a word.

Of course, revenge and the like are nonsense, after all, the old monk was unrighteous to him alone.

"Okay, this is what you said yourself, bald donkey, if you are salt, I will expose you in front of the world, and let them see the master they respect, who can never leave meat or wine."

"If you don't eat salt, you don't eat salt. Whoever can't do it will sleep in a pigpen for one night!"

"Okay, whoever is afraid of others, sleep if you can't do it!"

The two old heads are like two young and energetic teenagers, head to head, shoulders to shoulders, and neither of them seems to obey the other.

The little apprentice of the white-bearded Taoist priest came over with the food and wine, and pulled the two of them away helplessly, "Master, master, please stop making trouble, the food and wine are ready."

When it came to food, the two soaked faster than anyone else, and the little Taoist kicked the stones under his feet speechlessly. He really didn't want to believe that these two were still saving the world.

"Old bald donkey, let your good disciple go to practice, can it really save the common people?"

(End of this chapter)