After falling from the devil, the villain leader quit her job

"This is……?"

Song Xi was taken aback, this evil bead string can also be used as a navigation?

It was really a knife in the ass, which opened her eyes.

According to the direction of the human bone beads, several people turned around in the magnificent princess mansion, and finally came to a relatively remote courtyard.

In the middle of the night, the courtyard was brightly lit.

The door of the room was ajar, and a woman in a fine attire turned her back to the door, knelt and sat in the center of the room, clasped her hands, and muttered about something.

"Shall we go in?" Qin Ya asked softly, approaching Song Xi involuntarily.

She is a little afraid of ghosts.

This string of human bone beads looked like the underworld, and she was led to such a weird place, and her skin got goosebumps.

She was really afraid that this woman would turn her head around and kill her.

Song Xi rubbed his chin, stretched his neck to look, a little frustrated, "Tsk, I can't see clearly, I have to go in."

"Such a small dilapidated house." Qin Ya shrank her neck, "I won't go if you go, I will make room for you."

Song Xi was a little surprised: "Are you afraid of ghosts?"

"If it's a handsome male ghost, I don't have to be afraid." Qin Ya said proudly.

Xie Yue looked Qin Ya up and down, a little surprised, "Then you are dressed like a ghost in the middle of the night, is it to embolden yourself?"

Qin Ya: "???"

Can't say goodbye.

Why is such a cold and fairy-looking person not dumb?

Jingchen Buddha held the trembling beads, glanced indifferently at the woman in the room, and said calmly, "Song Xi and I can just go in, you're so cloudy, don't move."

Song Xi was taken aback, "You can see clearly, I am a woman."

Jingchen Buddha looked sideways and thought carefully, "Are you afraid of ghosts?"

He glanced up and down again, "You don't shake your hands, your legs don't shake, you're not afraid, so why can't you go?"

Song Xi raised his eyebrows: "You don't have Buddhist training, can't you live alone in a room with a man and a widow?"

Jingchen Buddha nodded: "Yes."

"One you, one her, you are considered an orphan, not a widow." Jingchen Buddha took it for granted.

Song Xi: "???"

It made sense, but she couldn't refute it.

Song Xi and Jingchen Fozi tiptoed in, sticking to the invisibility talisman. Jingchen Fozi didn't look at the beautifully dressed woman, but carefully looked at the furnishings in the room.

Song Xi walked around to the front of the woman in the Chinese dress, and was slightly taken aback.

She had seen a portrait of this face before, and it was Her Royal Highness the Princess of Nanzhao Kingdom, Yao Nanjun.

She was weeping silently over a worn-out dress.

The clothes looked torn and torn, and even stained with blood and dirt, it looked shocking.

Song Xi felt strange in his heart, and just wanted to wave his hand to show Master Jingchen, but when he looked up, he almost cursed.

Jingchen Buddha wandered around the house leisurely, as if strolling in his own back garden.

He didn't have the slightest embarrassment of breaking into other people's homes at night, and even picked up the folded clothes beside the table in a big way, and put them into the storage bag calmly.

Song Xi: "???"

Is this to investigate the beads or to be a thief?

This is not over yet.

After Jingchen Buddha had stolen all the clothes around him, he looked coldly at Yao Nanjun who was kneeling.

Very eager to try.

"???"

Song Xi thought something was wrong.

A second before he reached out to take off Yao Nanjun's clothes, Song Xi rushed forward, trying to squeeze Jingchen Buddha out.

But it was a step too late.

Jingchen Buddha's hand had already touched Yao Nanjun, and the princess who was immersed in her own world was like a frightened bird, and subconsciously quickly pulled the dirty and blood-stained dress into her arms.

"Who?!"

Song Xi clicked his tongue lightly, calmly withdrew his hand, took a step back, and leaned against the wall with his arms crossed to watch the play.

Blame her this time.

She underestimated the degree of abnormality of Jingchen Buddha.

Unexpectedly, the dignified and noble Buddhist disciples would be so frantic that they would want to strip their clothes off.

It's too bad, don't send it.

Yao Nanjun kept silent for a while, her eyes fixed, and she suddenly landed on the empty table.

Missing clothes? !

Yao Nanjun suddenly became inexplicably excited, her voice choked up, "Did you come back?"

you?

Song Xi raised his eyebrows slightly. Yao Nanjun, the princess of the Nanzhao Kingdom, has received countless favors since she was a child. Although she rarely has the temper of a eldest lady, she is not arrogant and domineering.

But she is also the most honorable princess of the Nanzhao Kingdom, and even her elder brother has to give her three points of face. She can call "you" by her, and there is no one else but the Nanzhao Kingdom's lord.

But the ruler of Nanzhao Kingdom is living well now? !

"He told me that you would come back in this way, and it turned out to be true." Yao Nanjun said to himself, crying and laughing, completely insane, not at all like the elegant and considerate Zhen Guo princess in the description.

Jingchen Buddha's cold brows and eyes remained calm, he stared at Yao Nanjun for a while, then tore off the invisibility amulet with a little hesitation, and appeared in front of Yao Nanjun.

Song Xi had a headache and supported his forehead, and completely lost expectations for Master Jingchen.

She really doesn't understand this brain circuit.

This is really not afraid to scare the princess to death.

"Yao Nanjun."

Yao Nanjun was startled by the unfamiliar voice, raised her tear-stained face, and calmed down when she saw Jingchen Buddha, "Who are you?"

"Why is it in my room?!"

She subconsciously wanted to call someone, but her eyes fell on the dirty clothes in her arms, as if she had some scruples after all.

There was a trace of inquiry in Jingchen Buddha's eyes, "Aren't you afraid of me?"

Song Xi, who was watching the play, touched his chin.

She seems to know what Jingchen Buddha is missing.

This person seems to have no emotions.

He seemed to have no other emotional ups and downs except for a little bit of temper occasionally when his wishes were violated.

He is not so much observing other people's emotions and trying to empathize with them every moment, but rather imitating and learning.

The Buddhist sects in the world of cultivating immortals have always taken empathy for all sufferings and saving all living beings as their disciples.

If such a person is a disciple of the Buddha, can he really overcome the suffering of all living beings?

Yao Nanjun's crisp voice brought back Song Xi's thoughts. She wiped away her tears and snorted coldly, "You took my clothes?"

Jingchen Buddha said softly, "There is a lot of Yin on your clothes, I want to save it."

"I don't believe in Buddhism." Yao Nanjun stared at Jingchen Buddha coldly, "Give me back my clothes!"

"No." Jingchen Buddha coldly refused.

Yao Nanjun panicked: "That's my thing!"

"It's not yours, so you can't keep it by force." Jingchen Buddha said a mantra, and repeated patiently, "Benefactor, don't be attached."

Jingchen Buddha admits death.

Ferrying is his duty as a Buddhist, and it is impossible to violate it just because the other party is willing or unwilling.

Besides, he didn't understand why the other party didn't want it. Jingchen Buddha twirled the string of human bone beads, and said coldly, "Including the ones on your body and in your arms, they are not yours, and they need to be handed over to me."

Yao Nanjun froze in place, as if a little shaken, but soon she laughed, "You really have some skills."

"You are so powerful, why don't you figure out what obsession is in my heart?" Yao Nanjun looked at Jingchen Buddha sarcastically.

Master Jingchen didn't hear the sarcasm in his words, and replied seriously: "This is not my business scope, I can't guess it."

Yao Nanjun sneered, "Where were you when I questioned my heart and asked the gods and Buddhas to uphold justice for me?"

Jingchen Fozi looked at Yao Nanjun who was questioning him in front of him, without the slightest temper, his eyes turned around Yao Nanjun, hesitating slightly.

"Feel sorry."

Master Jingchen recited the dharma name lightly, and stretched out his hand to pick Yao Nanjun's clothes.

Yao Nanjun: "???"

Song Xi, who was watching the play, couldn't calm down anymore: "???"

No, are you really picky? !