Book-wearing villain: In the beginning, I kidnapped the heroine!

Su Qing put her fingers in her pocket and held the phone, suddenly feeling a little cramped.

He frowned. There was a video in his phone, which was the video of him arresting Master Wukong's family members.

He really didn't expect Master Wukong to figure this out in advance.

Not to mention that I would soften my heart after listening to him talk about his parents' problems, and want to give up the idea of ​​threatening him.

After all, Taoism and Buddhism, even if you don't believe in it, everyone has their own destiny, and they shouldn't be tampered with artificially, and they shouldn't go against the sky.

Especially to threaten the masters who have the true way.

Everyone knows that Su Qing is kind.

He is mainly... afraid of retribution.

He licked the corner of his lips and said awkwardly, "Master Wukong...I..."

Master Wukong stood up, smiled faintly, and looked down at Su Qing.

At this moment, Su Qing felt that even the image of Uncle Wukong's fat head and big ears became unpredictable in an instant.

It was as if the Buddha's light shone behind him to form a circle of light, surrounding him.

Master Wukong said slowly, "Some things are predestined in the dark, and the poor monk's master once made a fortune for the poor monk.

There will be a male benefactor who has a noble background but will not live to be 35 years old. He will come to the poor monk to change the chance of a female benefactor who is dressed in white and has a secret identity.

The master did the calculation twice for the poor monk, and the result was the same. Maybe this is the poor monk's catastrophe.

There is an indissoluble bond between you and me, life and death karma, and unhappy retribution are all predestined.

So Young Master Su, I will help you, this is my karma.

Please let my family go home.

You follow my two juniors to the side hall to rest. "

The expression on Su Qing's face was mixed. It turned out that the master knew exactly what he wanted to do every step of the way, even what he wanted to go to the side hall to wait for the chance girl to come out.

Su Qing admires how she sees life so clearly.

Su Qing nodded slightly, "Thank you, Master Wukong."

When Master Wukong stepped out of the door, he stopped and turned his head towards the dining hall.

He instructed the two young monks in Haiqing robes at the dining table.

"Wu Neng, Wu Jing, you two take good care of Young Master Su."

The two young monks leaned slightly and nodded at Wukong.

Su Qing: "..."

Nima!

This fortune-telling master for Wukong is absolutely called 'Sanzang'!

Su Qing rubbed her temples.

When he was so speechless like last time, it was still last time...

Originally, Su Qing was moved by Master Wukong's transparency and ease.

A few names given to him by [original] Gou abruptly brought him back to reality.

...

Su Qing followed two young monks to the side hall. The side hall and the main hall are only separated by a wall, and they are connected together.

The layout of the house is very simple, and the eaves are made of blue bricks and red tiles.

There is a small tea table and two sandalwood chairs near the wall in the house.

Su Qing sat down on the chair, and looked at the internal structure of the room boredly. Behind the tea table hung a picture scroll with a black scroll and a white background.

It is painted in various colors.

He glanced at the contents of the painting, then quickly turned his head to look at the blue bricks on the ground.

He pouted...

really...drunk...

He secretly thought, why isn't this Qinghua Temple called Xiyou Temple?

Even the f*** hanging paintings are four masters and apprentices, learning scriptures from the West?

Su Qing's mind is now full of a popular song.

[The white dragon's horseshoe is facing west, Tang Sanzang takes three apprentices, and the Western Paradise is successful...]

When Su Qing almost lost the image of your son, and sang this ballad, a young monk walked towards him.

He was holding a wooden tray with a blue and white porcelain teacup on it.

"Master Su, drink tea."

At this time, Su Qing, who was sitting on the sandalwood chair, was already very calm. Although he was speechless about the setting of Journey to the West, he had already accepted it.

There is no other reason.

Author Gou is full of tricks, even the popularity of Journey to the West fans has to be rubbed off!

Bo eyeball really really has a set!

He looked at the fat little monk in Haiqing robes in front of him, and nodded.

"Thank you, Master Wu Neng."

The young monk in front of him froze for a moment, then explained calmly, "Benefactor, little monk Wujing,"

Su Qing: "..."

He raised his head and smiled, burying his speechlessness in his heart.

"Thank you, Master Wujing, I can just rest here by myself."

"Hold on, benefactor, brother also asked me to tell benefactor one thing."

“…”

Wu Jing raised her finger and pointed to the painting scroll next to Su Qing.

Su Qing glanced at the painting suspiciously, "Master Wujing, what does this mean?"

Wu Jing raised his hand to reach the scroll, and after taking off the Huaguang treasure cover on Sanzang's head in the painting, a small hole two centimeters square leaked out.

From here you can see the main hall!

Su Qing nodded in satisfaction, then looked through the small hole.

"Master Wukong is very thoughtful, you go out and rest, I will steal it by myself... just take a look..."

As the two young monks withdrew from the side hall, Su Qing quietly watched the view of the main hall.

What catches the eye is a graceful and tall woman in white who is pacing there as if waiting for someone.

The white skirt was above the knees, and a pair of low-heeled sandals wrapped around straps hung on a pair of delicate and white ankles.

Her narrow waist was tied around her waist by a thin black belt. Her back was facing Su Qing's gaze. Judging from the angle of her arms, she should be holding something. When the breeze blows, the silk red cloth moves gracefully, and she can vaguely see her. Out is a copper-colored object.

Of course Su Qing knew what she was here for.

He watched the Wukong master slowly walking towards the woman in white, with a sly curve on his lips...

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I saw Leng Yannuan rushed to meet Master Wukong, nodded slightly and said, "Master Wukong."

Wearing a scarlet cassock, stepping on a pair of light gray cloth shoes, and holding a string of Buddhist beads, Master Wukong saluted with one hand, and said in a low voice, "Master Leng."

Aristocratic families pay the most attention to numerology. Generally, when choosing a site, naming, etc., they will first find a Fengshui master to calculate it.

The Leng family's alchemy is inherently mysterious, so they care more about such things.

In the past, the calculation of the opening time was done by the aunt who was cold and warm. Now that she has inherited the esoteric knowledge of the family, of course she will take over the calculation.

Leng Yannuan's aunt had brought her here before, and she knew what the process was.

But this five-year [-]% miracle medicine, it was the first time for her to count the days by herself, and she was still a little nervous.

Especially in the past, Master Sanzang of Qinghua Temple made calculations for their family.

Leng Yannuan looked behind Master Wukong.

"Master Wukong, when will Master Sanzang come and calculate the time for me to open the furnace?"

Master Wukong nodded and said, "Family teacher, I have traveled to the west.

The teacher once told me to wait here today, and calculate the opening time for Leng Benefactor. "