My apprentice wants to tease me gl[system] every day

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His body was a little stiff, and his hands and feet were slightly cold, but after only a second of confusion, Zhai Jiufeng turned around pretending to be relaxed.

Behind her was a young monk wearing a navy blue monk's robe. He looked upright, and the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, showing some compassion for saving sentient beings.

After staring at the monk for a while, Zhai Jiufeng always felt that he should speak out to break the deadlock.

But what should she say?Should he threaten him to hand over Neidan, or should he break away from the relationship immediately and meet Ningguang and Qingyu?Zhai Jiufeng hesitated for a while, but he didn't say anything. After all, this monk was too incomprehensible. He just stood there quietly, and his whole body seemed to blend into the cool breeze. There was no sense of oppression, but it was amazing. Can't take my eyes off.

"Amitabha, benefactor, you don't have to be nervous, the poor monk will not hurt you." Putting his hands together, he bowed to Di Jiufeng.

The monk didn't know what he thought, but he turned around unpreparedly, turned his back towards Zhai Jiufeng, and walked down the path: "Almsgiver, meeting is fate, why don't you talk to the poor monk, the poor monk doesn't care too much." It takes up your short time, a stick of incense is enough, as for the gift, it is this ancestral witch inner alchemy, would you like it?"

The monk took two steps forward, and suddenly stopped. He turned half sideways, stretched out a hand, and held a bead full of forbidden spells in his broad palm: "The benefactor has chased the poor monk for so long. I think it's because of this inner alchemy, the poor monk never likes to take away people's love, a stick of incense is exchanged for an inner alchemy, would the benefactor be willing to accept it?"

"Then what do you want to do with this stick of incense?" Zhai Jiufeng asked.

"It's nothing, just chatting with the benefactor." The monk was frank and frank, making it impossible to see any conspiracy.But the more so, the more uneasy Zhai Jiufeng felt.

The time for a stick of incense is not long, but it is enough to do some things. This monk clearly set a trap.

Zhai Jiufeng didn't really want to step in, but he didn't know if it was too late to back off.

Zhai Jiufeng's heart tightened slightly, and she even had a lot of shortness of breath, but she was afraid of being caught by the monk, so she suppressed her heartbeat and smiled with ease: "It sounds like nothing is wrong, but I've always been timid." , I wonder if you can make an oath to promise not to hurt me and my friends?"

The monk looked at her for a while, his deep eyes seemed to move, but he didn't seem to move. He didn't speak, and remained silent for quite a long time.

Silent as a knife, Ling Chi looked at Zhai Jiufeng's lack of composure. Her palms began to sweat, and her back felt slightly chilled. In the end, even her temples were wet.

There is no sound at all in the empty mountain forest, even the wind blowing past the ears is silent. Such a quiet place makes people feel oppressed for no reason, mixed with the abnormal silence of the monk, which makes Zhai Jiufeng suddenly rise up. idea----

He's probably about to make a move.

Di Jiufeng's heart tightened suddenly, and she raised her steps calmly, but just as she was about to retreat, the monk suddenly laughed.

He said: "Amitabha, monks don't tell lies. Since the almsgiver doesn't believe it, it's okay for the poor monk to make an oath." He raised his hand, and made an oath according to Zhai Jiufeng's request, and the monk did not return until the shackles of heaven fell on him. Said: "So, the donor should believe it, but is he still willing to talk to the poor monk?"

Seeing that he really meant no harm, Zhai Jiufeng's heart that was hanging in the air thumped back to reality, and the curiosity that had been suppressed before slowly emerged: "Then what do you want to talk about?"

"Let's talk about Zuwu, no, maybe we should call her Ningguang." While talking, he found an open space to sit down.

Zhai Jiufeng was surprised when he heard him mention Zuwu, but he didn't panic too much.This monk is unfathomable, if he wanted to get rid of Zu Wu, he would not wait until now, and he just swore an oath.With peace of mind, Zhai Jiufeng sat cross-legged directly opposite him: "Few people know that Ningguang is an ancestor witch. I would like to ask, master, how did you find out."

The monk raised his hand and pressed it, which was a soothing gesture: "Don't worry, the method of the poor monk cannot be copied, and you don't have to worry that others will see her identity.

I have divine eyes.

You should know Huikong, I am his youngest apprentice, I fell into a crack in the space during the battle that day, I thought I was going to die, but I didn’t expect to survive by luck, and I was lucky enough to get the eye of the sky.It's just that this is acquired, so it cannot be used more, otherwise the body will not be able to bear it, and it will explode and die.

Some time ago, the poor monk got this inner alchemy, because its fluctuations were too weird, so he opened his eyes and looked at it. You probably don’t know what I saw, so I gave up purifying it and chose to invite you over. "

He raised his head, and his compassionate eyes fell on Zhai Jiufeng: "Amitabha, benefactor, do you want to know your future?"

The index finger of the left hand was placed between the eyebrows, and a cloud of red mist was drawn out: "Put your hand in, and you can know what will happen in the future. Monks don't lie, what you see belongs to your future."

Not everyone wants to predict the future, especially if the future is likely to be bad.

Seeing his pitiful eyes, Zhai Jiufeng's hands were as heavy as lead.

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Regarding the future, Zhai Jiufeng has imagined many ways, most of which are to be with Ningguang, and no matter how bad it is, he will die with Ningguang.She never doubts that she can do it, because she has already set the bottom line very low, she doesn't need a brilliant and beautiful life, she just wants to be able to see the light when she is alive, and hear her say "I will accompany you" before she dies.

In fact, such a future is not easy to achieve, but in any case, it should not be the way the monk sees it.

That is too bizarre, Zhai Jiufeng can guarantee that such a thing will not happen.

"Master, are you reading it wrong? I thought no matter how bad the future is, it won't end like this?"

The monk withdrew his hand and let the light of memory come back to his mind: "Whether the future will become like this, the poor monk dare not guarantee it, but whether the benefactor believes it or not, this is what the poor monk saw."

Di Jiufeng: "Okay, so even if it's true, hasn't it happened? The future, the future can be changed, right?"

The monk didn't deny it, but he said it after a long while, but with some imperceptible pity: "Although the poor monk's sky eye is not absolutely real, but the few times I see it occasionally, there is no problem. Maybe it can be changed in the future, but who knows?" And can you know whether the changes you have made push destiny towards the established end?"

If this monk participates in the debate competition, he will probably be a top debater. At least, as far as Zhai Jiufeng is concerned, he has already been shaken by his brilliant tongue.

She couldn't help panicking, and began to think carefully about the future he gave.

"According to the master, what should happen will always happen, so what's the point of showing me this future? Do you let me do mental construction earlier? Or, do you have a way to change this ending?"

As he spoke, he raised his head, hoping that he was pressing heavily in his heart, but he bumped from side to side but didn't dare to vent it.

She instinctively felt that the monk had a solution, but she was afraid that it would be nothing, so she wrung her hands together vigorously, her mood fluctuated, as if the boat in the middle of the vast sea hadn't landed.

The wind in February is very cold, and even spiritual energy can't stop the bone-piercing cold.

Zhai Jiufeng looked at the monk, but the monk was looking at the ground. The cold wind blew over, bringing with it the dampness of the coming winter rain.

"Amitabha, it's actually not difficult to solve this matter. Everything arises from emotion. If the donor is willing to cut off emotion, all disasters can be avoided. It's just..."

There was a loud bang, and the dazzling thunder light finally tore the sky in two, and the dark clouds gathered in an instant, dim and oppressive, rendering the sky and the earth into pitch black.