The villain holds on to the script

Just as Li Linyuan was about to speak, Zijin tried to stop him: "Lend me the exquisite blue porcelain for a few more days." Seeing someone moving his mouth, he hurriedly said: "The Wheel Fan. I remember it. After a while, After a while, I will definitely return it to you."

He felt uncomfortable being stared at.

He rolled his eyes and frowned, "Did I borrow the one next to you?"

gone.

that's it.

Just as he was wondering, he heard the Immortal Lord, who was sitting casually in front of the Buddha statue, sneer, his chin raised slightly, and a smile bloomed in his eyes like a speck of starlight: "I'm going to scare you."

"I did it for other things. If you take care of it, you don't have to return those things. They will all be given to you."

Hearing this, Zijin's eyes lit up and he urged: "What's the matter?"

The Immortal Master said slowly: "A few years ago, you blessed a piece of Hetian Jade." After a pause, "You probably don't remember it. It was a girl named Qing Yao."

Consecrations of Buddhist temples are common, and more frequent, as many as twenty times a month.

Now two years have passed, and I have to open the light hundreds of times at least. If I remember them one by one, I am afraid my brain will be exhausted.

"What I'm asking for is the safety and health of the person I love." Li Linyuan was about to introduce it in more detail, but Zijin made a stop gesture: "I remember."

The confused expression disappeared instantly after hearing the word "Qing Yao", and he smiled: "She is a unique girl."

Because of his uniqueness, even if he met many people in a hurry or after a long time, he would still remember them.

Zijin: "What do you want me to help you with?"

"Asking knowingly." Li Linyuan squinted his eyes, and said these four words sonorously and forcefully. The saint from the Buddhist land laughed loudly, took two steps forward, and the wrapped appearance faded, turning into a girl, and they sat on the altar together: " Since you recognize it, why bother talking in circles with me?"

What he meant by uniqueness was not his appearance or character.

The girl in white clothes knelt on the futon, with her eyes closed tightly, praying devoutly for what she wanted in her heart. She opened her eyes, stood up, and put the few sticks of incense she held in her hands on the incense stand. She flirted with him who had turned into a scholar. They looked at each other unintentionally for a second, just a second.

Through those eyes, Zijin saw what happened to the girl.

The body is occupied and the soul is gone.

The man he loved died in depression, and he joined hands with the one he hated to have a good time. Forced by the situation to protect the whole family, his father died young with regret and guilt. Before he died, he murmured the word "Ayao".

He felt pitiful.

The foreign spirit easily took over her body, betrayed and humiliated her beloved son-in-law, and married her father's enemy despite dissuasion, putting the entire Prime Minister's family in a dilemma.

"I heard that things that have been consecrated by the abbot are very spiritual. In a few days, I will bring the bracelet and consecrate it to my gold medal." Zi Jin pretended to be a scholar and chatted with others, but in fact he was a drunkard. My mind is not on the wine, but somewhere else.

He thought that if the girl came, he would help; if not, he would obey the will of heaven.

On the third day, Qing Yao walked into the Zijin Temple holding the newly acquired Hetian Jade.

He cast a little spell and told the girl that she must give it to someone important and not throw it away easily. At a critical moment, it can turn things around and change her destiny.

"Quick!" A hurried shout pulled him out of his thoughts, and he was startled: "What happened?"

Li Linyuan carried Shi Yu and said, "Come with me quickly." He said these words in a hurry, kicked open the door, and jumped into the air. Two figures jumped into the sky.

People in the temple were not surprised by this.

There is a mountain on the east side, and there is a sect on the top of the mountain. It is full of people who are cultivating Taoism and immortality. They usually see a lot of flying swords. Suddenly, a figure went up to the sky. He only glanced at it in a daze, and then looked away. , continue to be busy with what you are doing.

Zi Jin quickly caught up and asked, "Why are you so anxious?"

"One or two sentences are unclear." Li Linyuan ordered word by word: "Follow closely."

After he finished speaking, layers of halo appeared all over his body, and the blurry figure suddenly turned into a candle dragon, holding a little girl in its claws, and shuttled between the clouds and mist.

Three times faster than before.

In the blink of an eye, he had reached the top of Chuchun Mansion. When he returned to his human form, his claws loosened, and the little girl he was holding screamed and fell through the clouds, falling downwards.

He smiled, accelerated his fall, and took the person into his arms.

His lips were close to the person's ear: "Hold tight."

The little sparrow is afraid of death.

She hugged him tightly like a life-saving straw, stopped her exclamation, and buried her face in his collarbone silently, closing her eyes, not daring to look at the rapidly moving scenery.

He landed firmly, and the person in his arms weakened his legs. As soon as he let go, he staggered and fell into his arms.

Li Linyuan laughed and joked: "I'm addicted to hugging."

Shi Yu blushed, took a step back, and whispered, "The Immortal has misunderstood."

Zi Jin, who had just arrived, gasped and landed on the ground, "Why don't you catch me too? You make me so tired." Even if he transformed into his original form, his speed could not be compared with that of a candle dragon.

"Talking as we walk." Li Linyuan dragged Zijin towards the guest room, telling the whole story along the way.

When he left, just in case, he pinched a little trick on the jade hairpin. If he encountered an unfavorable situation and wanted to burn the jade body, the hairpin would send a signal to him.

At this moment, it was felt.

When Zijin came to the door, he transformed into the abbot, twirling Buddhist beads with one hand, and putting the other hand to his mouth, saying "Amitabha" before stepping into the house.

Fang Huaixu, who felt as if he was being roasted on a fire, was stunned when he saw the two men following the monk, and his heart dropped to the ground.

Everyone looked at each other and wondered who had invited the eminent monk here.

Fourth prince?

Second prince?

Or...the prince?

No matter who they are, they have no right to slander anyone.

Everyone bowed down to return the salute respectfully. Zi Jin nodded slightly, walked straight to the second young master, and stared at the plum blossom hosta: "The poor monk passed by here and heard from a distance that you want to cut off this jade, destroy it, and throw it away. It’s really sad.”

"This thing was consecrated by the poor monk himself. If the donor doesn't like it, you might as well do a good deed every day and give it to me. It's better than throwing it somewhere else without a home." The voice was as clear and clear as trickling water, and his tone was specially softened to let him know. People feel like they are taking a breath of spring breeze.

Fang Huaixu raised his hand hesitantly and looked at the man leaning against the wooden door. When he saw the man nodded, he put the hairpin into the monk's outstretched hand.

Qing Zhizhi came over: "Taoist Master, isn't this against the rules?"

Zijin glanced sideways at the girl in light yellow clothes, "Why do you say that?"

"If I remember correctly, I took this piece of jade and asked the Taoist Priest to consecrate it. After all, it is my object. Now that the Taoist Priest has come to ask for it, is it——"

Qing Zhizhi raised her head proudly and expressed her thoughts righteously, but the monk glanced at her coldly. With just one glance, he seemed to see through her in an instant.

Through this body of flesh and blood, we can see the depths of her soul.

She pursed her lips and stopped talking, not daring to speak.