The abandoned son of a wealthy family always wants to become a monk and fortune-telling

When Shang Jing arrived at Zhaoyao Houshan, Yan Jiuzheng and Bai Xiucheng were speechless, and the atmosphere was very stagnant.

Shang Jing dragged the old monk out of the car and strode to Yanjiu's side.

Seeing that Yan Jiu was in a daze, Shang Jing did not say anything, but continued to drag the old monk to the Kunlun Gate.

The cracks in Kunlun Gate became more and more terrifying, but Shang Jing turned a blind eye and remained calm and unfazed.

The old monk was not afraid, but his triangular eyes were clouded:

"Use me to fill the gaps in Kunlun, Yanjiu can really think of it."

Suddenly, the old monk turned to Yanjiu, his tone was sharp and vicious, not like a monk at all.

"Yanjiu, if you use me to block the gap in Kunlun, I will definitely make your Swagger unstoppable forever. Don't forget, this is the back mountain of Swagger after all..."

Hearing this, Yanjiu's emotions were withdrawn from Bai Xiucheng's side, and he turned to look at the old monk.

However, Shang Jing grabbed the old monk's arm and without any hesitation, without even giving the old monk a chance to call for help, he pushed the old monk into the Kunlun gap.

Shang Jing smiled lightly: "Amitabha, I will burn paper for you another day."

Shang Jing knew that Yanjiu didn't really like killing people. He rarely got blood on his hands. If he killed someone, he would probably be unable to sleep all night.

Then let's kill Jiu for Yan.

Shang Jing turned to look at Yanjiu and said as if coaxing a child:

"The old master is so compassionate that he will fill the door with his own body for the sake of all the people in the world."

Yanjiu smiled helplessly. He took two steps forward and saw the old monk dissipating in the gap in Kunlun, turning into specks of golden light. He couldn't help but murmur to himself:

"The old monk has some righteousness, and there are really many people who sincerely believe in the old monk."

But the old monk's Taoism was obviously not enough. He turned into golden light and dissipated in the Kunlun Gate, but it only partially sealed some of the gaps.

There is still a long way to go before "consummation".

Shang Jing patted Yan Jiu on the shoulder and said without caring:

"Use my luck to fill it. Haven't we already formed a contract?

I carry Yan Yang's luck, which should be enough to fill the Kunlun Gate. "

Yanjiu turned his head to look at Shang Jing, reached out and squeezed Shang Jing's palm, feeling helpless:

"If I could, I would never be polite to you, but this Kunlun Sect's luck cannot be filled...

This is also the evil part of this door, which can only be filled with life and soul. "

Shang Jing was silent for a moment, but then he held Yanjiu's hand with his backhand:

"I respect all your choices, but the premise is that we are always together..."

Yanjiu looked at Shang Jing, biting his lower lip without leaving any trace, and stopped talking. At this time, there was movement from Bai Xiucheng's side.

Yanjiu looked back following the sound.

I saw the soul in the stone in Bai Xiucheng's hand gradually floating out.

There is a round pendant on Bai Xiucheng's chest. There is also a soul in the pendant rising into the sky, and the two souls gradually merge.

Seeing this, Yanjiu's pupils dilated slightly, his face full of anxiety and yearning, and his breathing began to slow down, as if he was afraid of disturbing something.

Shang Jing put his arms around Yanjiu's shoulders and brought the belt into his arms, as if he wanted to give Yanjiu some support.

Opposite him, Bai Xiucheng was equally silent.

Slowly, the soul merged into the appearance of a woman, with black silk hair, a very beautiful face, gentle brows, and a smart face.

The appearance of that face will always remain in his 20s.

Wearing a soft and waxy sweater and a floral skirt, at first glance, Ajin seems to have the temperament of a little bird.

But when Ajin opened her eyes, they were clear and lively, as if there was sunlight falling through them.

Even if there is just a trace of her soul, you can still feel her vigorous love, the kind of passion that remains passionate for everything.

Ajin had just woken up and was a little confused.

But it can be seen that her inner core must have been extremely stable during her lifetime. She did not panic, but quickly straightened things out.

When the mess turned into smooth threads, she raised her eyes and saw Yanjiu.

Unlike 20 years ago, when Ajin passed away, she looked at Yanjiu and cried.

At this moment, she tilted her head and smiled at Yanjiu, as if a thousand sails had passed, no matter the hardships, she smiled freely and gently:

"You've grown so big, Jiujiu."

Yanjiu, who had always been indifferent, went blank. He said calmly, "How do you know my name is Yanjiu?"

"Well..." Ajin playfully snapped her fingers:

"Because I gave you your name... Why, old man Fengyang said it was him..."

Yanjiu: "..."

Ajin pretended to sigh: "Hey... I worked so hard to give birth to you, why are you such a little fool? I thought you would be very smart."

Glancing at Shang Jing, Ajin waved her hand towards Shang Jing: "Hi, are you Jiujiu's boyfriend?"

It was so rare that even Shang Jing's mind was a little down. He was even a little nervous, and then he hurriedly said, walking on thin ice:

"Hello, aunt, my name is Shang Jing. I am Yanjiu's boyfriend. We have been together for a long time."

Judging from Shang Jing's posture, he just wanted to break us up.

Seeing that Yanjiu still looked like he had lost his mind, Ajin said calmly:

"Jiujiu, I have another name, Su Shiqi..."