Buddhist Evil Wife

The atmosphere in the compound was festive, from the manager down to the servants, everyone was smiling, even the guards, who were usually disrespectful and smiling, couldn't restrain the corners of their mouths from turning up, especially when Yin Jitian came back, his smile was even bigger. A little bigger.

"I have seen the young lady!"

"Hi, young lady!"

"Young Madam, you are back!"

"Young Madam, you have worked hard!"

As long as the servants passing by Yin Jitian will greet him, even the servants working in the distance, when they see Yin Jitian coming back, they put down their work one after another, and rush to greet him excitedly. Say hello.

This is a phenomenon that Yin Jitian has never seen since he entered Beijia, and it really flatters him a little!

Back at Mingshengyuan, Yin Jitian immediately ordered Beiwei Beisheng to rest.

Beiwei and Beisheng exited the Mingshengyuan, and the guards guarding the door immediately excitedly said: "Beiwei, Beisheng, you came back just in time, hurry up to the courtyard of Manager Jin to collect the reward!"

Beiwei and Beisheng looked at each other, and asked doubtfully, "Reward money?"

"Yes! The young lady gave us a special reward!"

Another guard said happily: "Young Madam is very generous. It is the most bounty I have ever received since I entered Beijia. Even if I don't eat or drink, I can't save so many spirit stones."

Beisheng asked curiously, "How many spirit stones are there?"

The guard stretched out an index finger mysteriously: "This number!"

Bei Sheng raised his eyebrows: "100 yuan for middle-grade spirit stones?"

The guards in the foundation building period only have 100 yuan of low-grade spirit stones per month. Even if they don’t eat or drink, it will take 20 years to save 100 yuan of middle-grade spirit stones.

"No! No! No! Much more than you said!"

Beiwei couldn't help interjecting: "Could it be a 1000 yuan middle-grade spirit stone?"

"It's more than 1000 yuan of spirit stones!" The guard became excited again when he said this.

Beiwei and Beisheng's eyes widened suddenly: "Could it be ten high-grade spirit stones?"

The guard still shook his head with a smile.

Beisheng rolled his eyes helplessly: "Stop teasing us!"

The guard smiled triumphantly: "All the servants in the Hong Elder's House will be rewarded with 3000 yuan of high-grade spirit stones each, the disciples of the elder Hong will be rewarded with 6000 yuan of high-grade spirit stones, and each of our guards will be rewarded with 1 yuan of high-grade spirit stones. I can't find out about them."

He smiled and put his hand on Beisheng's shoulder: "Good boy, you are the person next to the young lady, and you will definitely get more rewards than us."

"One... 1... high-grade Lingshi!" Bei Sheng couldn't stop talking when he heard the astonishing number.

He doesn't eat or drink for 1000 years, and he can't save so much.

In the yard, Yin Jitian, who overheard their conversation, could not help but bend his mouth upwards.

No wonder the servants and disciples of Hong's Elder's House suddenly became so enthusiastic. It turned out that they got his reward. In this way, it will be much more convenient to find people in Hong's Elder's House to do things in the future.

As the saying goes, only when you are willing to part with your children can you catch wolves.

If there is a loss, there will be a gain. He lost a piece of spiritual stone now, and one day, he will get it back from them.

When Yin Jitian returned to his room, he saw Bei Ming sitting on a chair, concentrating on flipping through the books on the table.

"came back!"

Hearing the sound of footsteps, Beiming raised his eyes slightly, said a word, and continued to bury his head in the book.

Yin Jitian sat across from Beiming, glanced at the book in his hand, it was full of incomprehensible characters, so he had to look away, took out the account book, picked up the Zihao pen hanging on the pen holder, and dipped it Ink, I am going to record all the rations for today in the account book.

Just as he was about to write, the tip of the pen suddenly froze in mid-air.

Oops!

He forgot that he can't write with a calligraphy brush!

Thinking back to when Elder Wu Wu punished him to copy Buddhist scriptures, the calligraphy in his hand was simply unsightly, untidy, and even pierced holes in the paper, which really achieved what the ancients said to penetrate the back of the paper.

Bei Ming, who was reading a book, caught a glimpse of Yin Jitian, who had been slow to write, out of the corner of his eye. Concern welled up in his eyes, and he asked, "What's wrong?"

Yin Jitian pursed his lips.

Even if you beat him to death, you won't tell Beiming that he can't write Maozi!

Even if he is buried alive, he will not tell Beiming that his calligraphy is particularly ugly!

In short, he just didn't want to lose face in front of Beiming, let alone let him ask him to help with the bill!

Yin Jitian glanced at Beiming, and suddenly, a gleam flashed in his eyes, and he put down his brush and sighed: "Before, when I was carrying the rations for monsters, I accidentally twisted my right wrist, and now it hurts to lift the pen."

This was naturally a lie to Beiming, saying that he sprained his wrist was nothing more than wanting Beiming to take the initiative to help him with accounts.

Beiming frowned, got up and walked to Yin Jitian's side, grabbed his wrist and raised it up.

Yin Jitian did not hide, nor could he hide.

No matter what Beiming saw, as long as he didn't admit it, Beiming would have nothing to do with him.

Bei Ming pulled up his sleeve and looked: "There is no swelling, it should not be serious!"

With luck in his palm, he gently rubbed Yin Jitian's wrist with his spiritual power.

Yin Jitian immediately felt the warmth from his wrist, looked up at Beiming, and found that his face suddenly turned pale.

Suddenly, for a moment, Yin Jitian felt that he was really bad, and asked sullenly: "What kind of disease do you have? Why does your body go from good to bad? Is there no one who can heal it?"

Beiming glanced at him and said lightly, "I don't know!"

Seeing that he was unwilling to speak, Yin Jitian felt unhappy in his heart, withdrew his hand quickly, and said sullenly: "It's much better!"

At the moment, he was so angry that he had forgotten his previous purpose, and picked up the brush angrily, but before the tip of the pen fell, Bei Ming snatched it: "I will write for you!"

Yin Jitian opened his mouth to refuse, but on second thought, isn't this what he wants?

He stared at Beiming, and said reluctantly: "Red Spirit Valley, Wood Immortal Grass...Han Baoye, 13 yuan for every [-] catties of low-grade spirit stones, and [-] catties of each vegetarian ration ..."

Yin Jitian noticed Bei Ming's face while reading, and soon saw thin sweat gradually overflowing from his forehead.

After getting along with each other these days, he found that not only could Bei Ming not use his own spiritual power at will, but also he could not overwork, otherwise, his body would become very weak.

Bei Ming wrote the last stroke, raised his head and asked, "Is there any more?"

"there is none left!"

Yin Jitian looked at Bei Ming, whose face was as pale as white paper, without even saying thank you, just picked up the account book and walked towards the door, but when he reached the door, he still couldn't help but say: "You have a good rest!"

Beiming looked at the back of the hastily leaving, and the corner of his mouth slowly curled up with a hint of meaning.

After Yin Jitian left Mingsheng Courtyard, he wandered around Elder Hong's compound all afternoon, eavesdropping on the private gossip of the servants, and didn't return to Mingsheng Courtyard until night fell. Sitting at the table, Ming was fiddling with a small white porcelain bottle.

Seeing Yin Jitian coming back, Bei Ming said, "Come here, apply the medicine!"

"Medicine?"

Yin Jitian showed doubts, and after a while, he remembered the lie that he had tricked Beiming into twisting his right wrist in order to let Beiming do the billing for him.

"I'm much better now, and I don't need to take any more medicine."

Beiming's face darkened: "Come here!"

Yin Jitian knew that Beiming was very stubborn, if he didn't give him medicine, he might not be able to sleep tonight.

He had no choice but to walk over and let him rub and rub.

Beiming reminded: "After applying the medicine, don't get wet!"

"Oh!"

At this moment, a middle-aged man dressed as a domestic servant came in: "I have seen the young master, the young lady, the young one has the dual spirit root of water and fire, and I came here to put hot water for the young master to bathe and change clothes under the order of the steward Shen."

Beiming nodded.

The middle-aged man walked behind the screen, and soon, the sound of water came from the screen, and immediately after, white hot air came out from behind the screen.

Yin Jitian was amazed in his heart, there are such wonderful advantages in having dual spiritual roots of water and fire, which is more convenient than solar water heaters.

Just as he was in a trance, Bei Ming suddenly said, "Okay!"

When Yin Jitian came back to his senses, he saw that his right wrist, including the palm, was wrapped as thick as a rice dumpling. Immediately, several black lines slid down his forehead.

Depend on!

Was his hand hurt so badly?What's more, he didn't sprain his hand at all.

"Master, the water has been put away!" The middle-aged man came out from the screen and said.

"Go down!"

When the middle-aged man exited the door, he closed the door behind him.

Bei Ming stood up, reached out and unbuttoned Yin Jitian's collar.

Yin Jitian was taken aback, jumped up suddenly, covered his collar and said angrily: "What do you want to do?"

Beiming replied solemnly: "Undress!"

Of course he knew that Beiming was taking off his clothes, and he still took off his clothes!

Yin Jitian said angrily: "Why are you taking off my robe?"

"bath!"

"Since you're going to take a shower, why take off my clothes?"

"You take a shower!"

Yin Jitian was so angry at his short words: "I can take it off myself!"

"Your hand hurts!" Bei Ming took a step forward.

Yin Jitian finally felt what it was like to throw a stone at his own foot.

Looking at the right hand wrapped into a rice dumpling, he gritted his teeth and said, "Then I won't take a bath tonight!"

Don't think that just because his hand hurts, you can take advantage of him!

Bei Ming narrowed his eyes slightly, staring at him without saying a word.

Just when Yin Jitian thought that Bei Ming would give up undressing him, Bei Ming suddenly started to unbutton his clothes.