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Is that so? It was the first time that the little nun had doubts. No one under the mountain had ever looked at her so carefully. She felt frightened even at a glance, and blinded her eyes, although this action... was indecent and frivolous.

Could it be because in the firewood room, there was only moonlight left, and the moonlight tonight was too beautiful and hazy, and this person cheated on his body? It must be so. "Thank you for lying to me, but lying is not good."

"If you don't believe me, I can prove it to you."

Proof? Song covered his face, "You want to lie to me, can't you eat it willingly?" She suddenly remembered that there is a kind of ghost who speaks good things and makes people happy, and ghosts eat them, bite by bite, even the skin and bones Don't let go.

It's really crazy.Song Jie said: "Little master, what kind of food do you keep talking about eating? You are a monk, why do you always eat food?"

Song didn't know what "eating" meant in her words, and he always felt that it was not a good word.She stared at her boldly and said, "Are you a human or a ghost? If you are a dead ghost, please don't harm others. I'll read the scriptures for you a few more times, so you can go to reincarnation early."

"I am a human or a ghost, little master, you can test it yourself and you will know." Song Jie grabbed Song Ze's hand and put it in his heart. "How does it feel?"

Song pinched it, "Amitabha, soft."

Song Jie: "... you perverted nun, what else?"

What else? Song Ze squeezed it again, and shook it, "Amitabha, it's not big."

"...!!!" Qu Zhi tapped Song Ze's bald head, and Song Jie said: "Heartbeat, don't you feel the heartbeat? The ups and downs and jumps are the heartbeat full of vitality."

"Ah, yes." Song Ze said pleasantly, "So you are not dead, so you are human, that's great. Amitabha, Bodhisattva bless you."

What is this strange feeling of wanting to beat her up.Song Jie gritted his teeth.

The joy didn't last for a long time, and the little nun said again: "The gang of thieves know that you have never died, so they are going to threaten you again. What should I do?"

"The gang of thieves, the gang of thieves..."

This group of bandits was so bold that they kidnapped two bullock carts, killed three people and kept seven people behind. Among the seven people, one was Song Jiaoniang, who was half dead, and the other was Song Ze.The others fell into the hands of thieves and could not escape the fate of being persecuted.The dead man's body was abandoned at the foot of the mountain, and the remaining five people all had relatives, and most of the families had already reported the work to the government.The bandits are rampant, and the government must have made a record. If the encirclement and suppression is estimated to take a few days, if it is left unchecked, it may be the collusion of the officials and bandits.

If Song Jiaoniang, who was found dead by the bandits, came back to life, the stupid bandits would regard her as a miracle, and the vicious bandits would treat her as a monster, and they would kill her again later, maybe even set her on fire.

For the current plan, he can only escape.Her current body is quite strong, and the martial arts foundation in her memory is still there, so it's not that she doesn't have the strength to fight.The most advantageous thing is that Song Jiaoniang used to run to this Luofeng Mountain before she got married, and she is no stranger to the way up and down the mountain, but she doesn't know how the Luofeng Mountain in the Children's Paradise recruited these thieves.

No longer frolicking with the nun, Song Jie stood up and looked out the window. The night banquet of the bandits was still going on, and judging from the smell, this room should be a woodshed.Squinting her eyes and searching around, she found a chopping knife behind a pile of firewood.

With a knife in hand, my heart is settled.

"Who are you?" Song Jie's actions fell into Song Ze's eyes, and it was a different situation.She recognized that she was a chaste woman in Qingyuan Town, who was born to be a scholar, and it was something she could do, but what she was doing now was not just a chaste woman.Various reappearances of previous lives in memory.Song asked tentatively, "General Jin?"

"I'm Song Jiaoniang." This question made Song Jie confirm that Song Ze had the correct memory of the previous hallucinations, even though her behavior was a bit strange. "Little master, what other generals do you know?"

Song Zedao said that he met in a dream.

Song Jie laughed and said, "Dreams can also be counted? Little master is really special."

"Huh." Even if those memories were regarded as the trials and tests of the Buddha, for Song Ze, those experiences were extremely real. Hearing Song Jie laughing at her, she said unconvinced, "My dream is the test given to me by the Bodhisattva. It's true, you are an ordinary person, you don't understand these things."

"Oh?" Still ascending to the test given by the Bodhisattva, is it a test for you? Obviously it is testing me. "Little Master, what kind of test is it?"

Song Ze was almost about to say it, but this face in the dark night, such a pretty face, was clearly his opponent in the previous life.Like a dream, she whispered moist air in her ears, her hands took her through the hell of the happiest world, she jumped for her, her heart ached for her, she led her emotions ,again and again.

What would such a person be if he wasn't a demon?

This heart demon has been with him for several lifetimes and still doesn't recognize him.

Want to tell her? "I won't tell you."

If you don't talk, don't talk, stupid nun, dead Song Ze.Song Jie rolled his eyes, and the old lady will clean you up after she walks out of the den of thieves, and make you a nun into a big//wife, and a virgin into a yin//baby, bah.

"Do you want to escape?" Song Jie asked.

Before Song Ze could answer, he heard heavy footsteps outside.The moment the chaimen opened, Song Jie fell to the ground and continued to pretend to be a dead body, while Song was dumbfounded.

"Ugly, it's time to eat." The person who came was a rough man, breathing heavily, and smelled of pickled meat mixed with low-quality wine.He held a torch in one hand, and three steamed buns and a leather bag of water in the other.Song turned to look at him, and he took a step back with a wow. "Straight mother thief with such an ugly face, don't look at me, I'm scared to death, I thought it was a ghost."

Originally, the rough man drank too much wine and still had a bad idea, but he was frightened by the ugly nun's face, sobered up a little, and the restlessness was completely gone.Facing this face, he was afraid that something would go wrong, so he couldn't lift it up.

"A... Mi... Tuo Buddha." The little nun didn't know that her red spots frightened the thief away, but she was still in shock, so three steamed buns and water bags were thrown at her.

"No wonder it is said that Buddhism is broad, and such an ugly monster can become a monk. No wonder it is not afraid of a dead body at night."

Song was afraid that the bastard would kill Song Jie who was not dead, so he hurriedly said: "Almsgiver, the poor nun is reciting the mantra of passing away for her. I hope that after her death... she can let go of her hatred and reach bliss sooner."

Resentment? During the day, the woman killed herself and scared several of their brothers, so they thought of asking the nun to save the dead body.Those who are under the knife are not afraid of officials or meddling, but they are somewhat scruples about such ghosts and gods.The rough man said: "You read it, this dead woman is going to die by herself, a good life is just to seek death."

Song Zedao: "Donor, please relax. I hope this Tanyue understands that she is going to die herself, not by others. After she dies, she must not turn into a ghost to seek //revenge//for revenge."

"Yes, yes, yes." Suddenly there was a gust of cold wind, which made the torch flicker and swayed, and the back of the rough man shivered. He stepped out of the woodshed, shut the door heavily, and ran away as if to escape.

Only then did Song Jie open his eyes, tsk tsk and said in a loud voice: "I didn't expect that, little master, you can deceive people all the way." Song Ze is Song Ze after all, and he is not so stupid when he is simple.

"Amitabha, monks don't tell lies." Song Ze looked at the steamed buns in his hand, and handed two to Song Jie.

Song Jie broke one of them in two and returned half to her. "Don't pay attention to what the bandit said."

"What?" The little nun took half of the steamed bun, thinking how strange this man was.

"The bandit said... your face."

The little nun was stunned, but instead smiled, "I don't care, I'm used to hearing it, and it's not fresher or worse. The Bodhisattva also said that color//that is//is//emptiness."

She smiled relievedly, and Song Jie felt sad.She hated Song Ze's strong appearance the most, no matter whether this strength was intentional or by nature. "You're not ugly, I like you that way."